by Nawtay Brat
All the furniture in the room was made out of oak. The small dresser would hold the paltry amount of clothing she'd brought with her. After a week or two, once she got paid, she might drive into town to get more clothes but hanging out at the ranch she wouldn't really need much.
Tanner tossed her suitcase on the luggage rack at the foot of the bed.
Clyde leaned against the doorjamb watching her as she took in the room.
"Supper's at six. If you want breakfast before we put you to work we eat at 5 AM. Get settled and we'll see you downstairs in a few hours."
Mary watched them leave mesmerized by the muscles in their backs that rippled when they walked. Tromping boot steps on the stairs heralded their departure and she heard when they reached the bottom.
Whispered voices rose up to the room but she couldn't make out what they were saying about her. She knew they were discussing her. Most likely laughing at her ability to do the work she said she could. She would show them.
She yanked the zipper of her suitcase to open it. Throwing the lid of it open she put away her clothes then wondered what to do to pass the time before supper. The sound of the front door opening and closing again had her running to the one large window in the room.
It showed her a good view of the side of the house and the barn. Clyde and Tanner walked back to the barn, hopped up on their horses and rode out across the field again.
Exhaustion crashed through her. Now that she had a job, albeit a temporary one, the adrenaline that had kept her going these past few days deserted her.
She collapsed on the bed to rest for a moment. Her mind filled with images of the cowboys on the bed with her. Thick, muscular legs entwined with hers as one of them drove into her soaking wet pussy while the other suckled her breasts.
A jolt of awareness raced through her as she imagined them both caressing her body. Both of them taking her hard and fast. Tanner driving into her pussy. Clyde plunging into her ass.
A shiver went through her.
Hot, sweaty, half naked cowboys had her turned on, wanting to do things with them she'd never thought she would do before.
She stretched out on the bed and let the fantasies flow. Tanner on his back on the bed with her straddled over him, riding his hard cock up and down while Clyde cupped her breasts from behind and flicked her nipples into hard peaks.
She wanted them both. With them both beside her she would feel safe. Cherished.
With images of the cowboys fucking her running through her mind she drifted to sleep, a smile on her face.
CHAPTER TWO
After weeks on the ranch Mary's muscles still screamed in protest every time she tried to lift a hay bail. The cowboys took pity on her and had her saddling their horses, cleaning out the stables, doing light housework.
She detested housework. She'd rather clean the shit out of the stables, good hard labor, than dust or vacuum. At least they hadn't asked her to cook again.
She drove a shovel into the pile of shit she was clearing out of the stables and chuckled. Five days after her arrival they had convinced her to cook despite her protests that she wasn't very good at it.
She tossed a few things together and proceeded to serve it up. Once they scrapped the burnt parts off they still couldn't eat it. Tanner had driven into town that night to get take out pizza for them.
Her arm muscles ached. She took a steadying breath, dropped the pile of horseshit into the bucket and put the shovel against the barn wall. Why was she killing herself with all this work?
It was unlikely that her ex-husband would come looking for her now. As much as he was a control freak he had a short attention span. After the first few days of not being able to find her he probably forgot about her and focused his attention on something or someone else.
She spotted Tanner and Clyde riding through the field. Her reasons for hanging around flooded back to her. They still treated her like fine China. Afraid she would break if she over exerted herself.
The first few days Clyde even did her stable work for her. It was beyond annoying that they didn't think she could handle herself even though for the past week she'd been doing just that.
She'd even been taking free weights with her upstairs every night and doing reps to build her arm muscles. By the end of the week she would be able to at least lift the bail of hay off the ground.
Whether she would be able to heft it above her head or onto a truck was another story. Budd from the ranch a mile up the road would be here in two weeks to buy hay from them. She was determined to help load the truck, show the cowboys she could work just as hard as they could.
Like most days they were shirtless, clad in thigh hugging dusty jeans and cowboy boots. Her stomach fluttered at the sight of them. So far none of her flirting had let to the fulfillment of her fantasies from her first night there.
Each night she went to bed with soaking wet panties and an aching pussy.
Tanner reined in his horse in front of the barn in the courtyard. Clyde rode up beside him. They dismounted, walked the horses into the stables and secured their mounts. After lunch they'd go out again to check the west fields.
"Mary, how would you like to do something other than mucking out stalls for a change?" Clyde asked.
The grin on his face set off alarm bells but she swiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm and nodded.
"What did you have in mind?" She flashed him a smile.
It took all of her will power not to reach out and stroke his arm.
"We think it's time you learned how to milk the cows," Tanner said.
Behind the house, through the small grove of trees the ranch had a barn for the milking cows. She'd seen it her second day there but they didn't let her near there.
Until now.
She eyed them suspiciously. "Why today?"
"We think you've earned it. You've been doing a great job around here. Better than we thought you could and for that we're sorry." Tanner moved closer to her and she inched away mortified that she smelled like horse manure.
"We've all smelled like manure on the ranch," Clyde said.
"How did you know that's what I was thinking?"
"The look on your face. You wrinkled your nose."
"Okay, I'll try it."
She followed them to the milking barn. A dozen cows barely paid them any attention when they stepped into the dimly lit structure.
"What do I have to do?"
"Grab a bucket." Tanner pointed to a table displaying a collection of 13 quart metal buckets with lids. "And a stool.”
Clyde tossed her a damp rag. “Wipe down her udder first to get rid of any dirt or manure.”
Mary nodded. “Anything else?”
“Sit near the cow's back end and pull on the teats to squirt out any dirt particles," Tanner said. “Then put the bucket under and start milking.”
"Just pull on them?"
"Yep, that's it," Clyde said.
Mary approached the cow with trepidation. Though it was tied to a post it stomped its back legs as if it would bolt at the first opportunity. She glanced over her shoulder and the guys smiled and nodded urging her on.
She put the stool and bucket on the ground keeping an eye on the animal the entire time. With the damp cloth in her trembling hand she began wiping the cow's udder. The cow lifted a back foot but stayed in position.
After thoroughly cleaning the udder and teats she moved the stool a little closer. She grabbed onto a teat and pulled. A dribble of milk dripped onto the floor of the barn.
Frowning, she took another teat in her hand and pulled a little harder. The cow protested with a loud moo, stomped her feet then settled. A drip fell from the teat.
Mary picked another teat, wrapping her fingers around the base and squeezing while sliding down at the same time. The cow's tail flicked her in the face. Her hand jerked, spraying milk all over her face and chest.
She bolted off the stool, toppling it. The cow stomped. Hot tears stung her face as they trickl
ed down her face.
"This was a mistake. I never should have come here."
She brushed past them and ran to the farm house. Who was she kidding? She wasn't a farm girl. She was a city girl. A city girl who didn't know how to milk a cow, didn't have enough strength to properly load a hay bail.
She crashed through the front door and took the stairs two at a time. The corridor seemed longer today but she swallowed the distance and burst into her room.
Did she even have another clean top to wear? If she couldn't even milk a cow they might ask her to leave. It was the one thing that didn't require an abundance of strength that she should be able to do.
If she couldn't do that what good was she to them?
She groaned when she heard the tromping steps of their boots on the stairs. Her door opened and she couldn't look at either of them as they entered her room.
"Mary, the milking was just a joke. We only tease the people the we like," Clyde said.
Tanner handed her a towel but pulled it back when she reached for it. Instead, he walked up to her and wiped the milk from her face. He trailed the towel down her neck, then lower to dab up the milk covering her top.
Instead of dabbing though he squeezed the towel so it made better contact with her clothes, kneading her breasts in the process. Her nipples perked up, pulling into tight peaks.
"It's true. We've been very impressed with your work around here these past few weeks," Tanner said.
He leaned into her as he continued to wipe down her body. She swayed closer catching the masculine earthy scent of him. He continued to knead her breasts through the towel under the guise of cleaning her off.
"You really mean it?"
"We really mean it. You're stronger than most women we've seen come and go through here," Clyde said.
Clyde moved closer to her. Taking over from Tanner, Clyde took the towel and squeezed her breasts. He moved the towel lower to her stomach then he started on her thighs. It took her a second to remember the milk hadn't made it that far but she didn't care.
The strong hands wrapped around her legs massaging and kneading her limbs turned her body to jelly.
"We better get you out of those wet clothes." Tanner's hands were already unbuttoning her shirt.
He whisked the garment off her body and tossed it to the floor. Standing there in her jeans and bra she looked up at him and a sizzle of excitement went through her body.
Desire darkened his eyes.
She felt Clyde unbutton her jeans. She wiggled to help him get the denim down her legs. She stepped out of them and waited.
If this was another joke, another teasing they did with people they liked she would scream. If they didn't take her and take her hard she couldn't bear it.
Clyde stood and smiled. "I've been wanting to see you without all those clothes on since you got here."
"I've wanted the same thing but you guys are still dressed."
Before she could say anything else they tore off their clothes. T-shirts and jeans were tossed into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
With all of them in their underwear a tinge of embarrassment heated her cheeks. She'd never been with two men before. And though she'd fantasized about this moment from the day she got here nerves suddenly caused her stomach to flutter.
Tanner kissed her shoulder. He trailed kisses down her arm, pulling her bra strap down as he went. Clyde did the same on the other shoulder. The touch of their lips blazed a trail of heat down her arms.
She didn't know which one of them unclasped her bra but suddenly her breasts bounced free from their confinement. Tanner threw her bra on top of the clothes on the floor.
Each of them flicked her nipples pulling them into aching peaks. At the same time two masculine heads bent to suckle her.
Having both nipples sucked at the same time sent a jolt of awareness crashing through her body. She held both heads to her breasts wanting the sensation to go on as long as possible.
With each tug on her nipples a spike of awareness raced through her body and settled in her core.
Soaking wet and ready for them, her pussy ached to be filled.
Without breaking contact Tanner pushed her panties down her hips so they could slide to the floor.
They pulled away from her. Tanner's searching gaze, his unabashed desire simmering just below the surface, filled her with confidence and need.
"Do you want this, Mary?" Tanner asked.
"Yes. I want both of you to fuck me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth they shoved their boxers to the floor. Two long, hard cocks pointed at her. Tanner's was thicker with an angry red head that glistened with precum.
Clyde's was longer with veins visible along the length. She gulped.
Tanner picked her up and placed her in the center of the bed. While he descended on her breast again with a hungry mouth Clyde retrieved something from the bottom drawer of the dresser
. A shiver of excitement raced through her as Tanner tugged on her nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak.
Clyde put something on the bedside table then joined them in the bed. With one man on either side of her she grinned.
Their hands caressed her body, trailing over her breasts, down her stomach, teasing the entrance of her body. She took their cocks in her hands and squeezed gently.
When Tanner dipped a finger into her pussy she gasped and tugged on his dick. Clyde slid a finger into her pussy. She pulled on his dick. Both men pushed their finger in deeper. She squeezed and tugged their cocks building into a steady rhythm.
As they fingered her Tanner latched onto her nipple again. She moaned and writhed on the bed. Arching her hips into their hands to pull them deeper inside her. Her aching pussy needed to be filled.
She needed them to drive into her hard and fast and make her come so hard it left her breathless.
Someone slipped a second finger into her aching wet core. They pumped in and out of her in unison so it felt like one person's fingers delving into her body.
While Tanner laved her nipple Clyde bent his head to her pussy. He parted her folds and found the sensitive nub that cried out for attention. He flicked his tongue over the red button and she moaned loudly.
Fingers fucking her, a mouth sucking her breast, a tongue laving her sensitive clit with attention caused a throbbing need to course through her.
"Tell us what you want," Tanner said.
Gasping in breaths to calm her body, stave off an orgasm that would crash through her any minute if she let it, she said, "I want to ride you."
A groan escaped his lips. He bent down to capture her lips with his. He slid his tongue into her mouth to stroke hers. Each stroke of his tongue sent a sizzle of electricity through her body.
He broke the kiss and grinned at her. "I always give a woman what she wants."
Clyde kept fingering her and licking her pussy as she shimmied over on the bed so Tanner could stretch out. Clyde started licking in longer strokes starting at her clit and going all the way down to her ass.
He pulled his fingers out, rubbing her juices all over her lips and down farther to her puckered hole.
She turned slowly so Clyde didn't lose contact with her body. She reveled in the sensations he caused as he gently probed her puckered hole. Nerve endings sprang to life sending delicious tremors through her.
She moved a leg over Tanner so she was straddling him. She held her body off his for a moment until he groaned, grabbed her by the hips and urged her down slowly. When the tip of his cock touched her willing core she bit her lip then plunged down until he filled her.
"That's what I've wanted all week," she said.
She rocked back and forth creating a slow rhythm, a teasing friction that made her want more.
The bed jostled slightly when Clyde reached over to the bedside table to grab what he'd put there earlier. Now that she was on top of Tanner she could see what awaited her.
Clyde grabbed a bottle of anal lubricant.
From behind her she felt the searing heat of his body, inches from hers. Not being able to see what he was doing back there made the experience all the more exciting.
She rocked a little faster on top of Tanner. He guided her up and down with his strong hands. She bounced on him, sending his cock deeper each time.
A hand on her back urging her to slow down made her decrease her rhythm. She moved in small pulses instead. A squirt of lube landed on her tailbone. The cold solution caused a shiver to race through her. With Clyde's help it lubricated her hole.