the Inheritance (4 chapters-hence its length)
written by:
Chris-t6290

With the sad passing of her nana Josephine, at the ripe old age of 89, her granddaughter Carol, a 26 year-old marketing executive from LA, inherits Josephine's Kansas ranch, leaving her with the dilemma of either running it, or selling up.

Authors note(s): To those of you who may live in, or know of, Kansas, as far as I am able to discover there are no trains to and from the two cities mentioned. The fact that I have indicated there are is what is known as poetic license. Although this is the longest story I have written, it is highly enjoyable, and erotic throughout.

Chapter 1: Nana Josephine.

A week ago, being last Friday, I received a phone call from my mum, with the sad news that my nana Josephine had passed away. Almost immediately I broke down, and started crying. That may sound odd for a 26 year-old woman, but I loved my nana quite a lot.

"There, there, Carol," mum said, trying her best to consol me.

"Why, why, mum?" I almost bawled.

"She was 89 years old, Carol, and still managing to keep her ranch going, albeit with help from the cow-hands," mum comforted me.

"I suppose you and dad are gonna have to run it, then; or sell it," I surmise, which starts me off again.

I remember when I was young, I must have been five at the time, when mum and dad first took me to visit nana Josephine, who had all manner of farm animals: geese, chickens and turkeys; sheep, with their spring lambs; cows with their new born calfs, as well as horses and ponies, which, although I was only five at the time, with help from granddad I enjoyed having a ride on. I loved it so much, that every school break, up until I was 12-years-old, mum and dad would take me to visit nana and granddad's ranch.

"The funeral's here, next Thursday, Carol," mum informed me. "So, if you fly down to ours," my parents living in nearby Emporia, "we can all go together," the all being my two older brothers, Mark and Josh.

"Ok then," I tell her, having composed myself some, and then put the phone down.

Like I said at the outset, that was a week ago, and a lot, believe me, has happened since then, and especially to me, I can tell you. After the funeral, and the customary wake, Prendergast, nana's solicitor, invited mum and dad, along with my aunt and uncle, on her side, and ‘me,' to the reading of the will. "That's odd," I said to mum. Anyway, as of 10am this morning I, yes, little old me, Carol, a 26-year-old marketing executive from LA California, was the owner of nana's ranch; she'd only gone and bequeathed it to me. ‘What do I know about running a ranch?' I thought, when Prendergast read it out. And on the way back to, and with, my parents, I asked them the same thing.

"What with you always going down there, Josephine felt you loved it. Anyway, Carol, she was 89, not young and fit like you," suggesting I let the ranch hands carry on working it with me overseeing things.

"Why don't you put your marketing expertise to good use, with it?" Tony, My dad, intimates, giving me plenty to think about and consider.

"Ok, then," I passively tell them.

Having arrived at my parent's, I decide to take a long quiet stroll, so that I can mull things over. Then, and some 30 minutes later, I return to the house and announce to my parents: "Right, I've made up my mind."

Electing to keep it on, I made the necessary arrangements to travel there by train and then hire a ‘Ranger' once I get to Salina.

"Better get yourself some suitable clothing, Carol," my mum said, and stopping off in town, on my way to the station, I bought a couple of shirts, two pairs of jeans, and a pair of short black boots, all of which I refrained from putting on before I arrived.

Getting to Salina, and still wearing my cream coloured short sleeve open neck cotton shirt, and an ice-blue coloured flowing skirt, I put my suitcase, and the bag with my new clothes in it, into the back of the midnight blue ‘Ranger', and set off for what was now my ranch. ‘It'll be good to see the place after all these years. See how things have changed in all that time,' I think to myself, as I drive the 15 miles out there.

Arriving some 20 minutes later, at 11.30am I slowly sidle through the ranch opening and make my way toward the main house. Only to be stopped, moments later, by one of the ranch hands, who, having made his way toward my vehicle, holds his hand up and says: "Whoa!"

Having brought the car to a stop, he then moseys over to me and asks what my business is?

"Oh, hi, I'm Carol, Josephine's grandchild, and as of yesterday I've somewhat inherited this place," I inform him.

"This ranch," he matter of fact corrects me.

"Yeah, MY ranch," I tell him, so he knows exactly who's the boss.

"I take it you've got some more suitable clothes, Carol, especially for around here?" he enquires.

"Oh yes, don't worry, I'm more than familiar with the place having regularly visited since I was five right up until I was 12, all of 14 years ago," I confidently tell him.

"I'm Jed," he informs me, as we carry on the rest of the way with him walking alongside. "You know, a lot's changed, Carol, in those 14 years," he adds, and as if to underline it, I hear a high-pitched woman's laughter emit from the left.

Turning my attention towards the source, I notice a buxom half-naked young woman, scampering from a barn, pursued by a young horny man; horny in the sense that he's naked below the waist with a raging hard on. ‘What, have I gotten myself into?' I now thought.

Having parked up outside, what is now my new home, Jed hands me the bag with my ranch clothes in it before grabbing my suitcase from the back and leading me inside. Looking around, as we continue to what is now my bedroom, I notice that the lounge, come dining area, has a mixture of new and recognisably old furniture, inparticular, nana's dinning table and six chairs while her bedroom is much as I remember it.

Placing my suitcase on the floor, and beside the bed, Jed asks me if there's anything else? No doubt wanting to get back to what he was otherwise doing

"Is there somewhere I can clean up, first?" I ask Jed, hoping Nana had gotten around to installing some type of bath, or shower at the least.

"If it's a bath you want, missy, there's a pool, about half a mile from out back," he informs me, "otherwise, if you want a shower, there's a stall out back with cold running water, okay," and leaves me to get unpacked.

After putting my clothes away, and leaving out: a pair of jeans, the red self-check shirt, and boots, I then collect them, along with some bottled soap and a towel, and head off to the pool that Jed mentioned.

With each of my new clothing items slung over a shoulder, and the towel draped from my right arm, I took in the quiet landscape as I slowly paced the grass and dirt ground towards the bathing area.

Having arrived, the afternoon sun beating down, I placed my ranch clothes, along with the towel and boots, on the bank before removing my top and skirt -- being this hot, I hadn't bothered with any underwear.

‘Em, that's better,' I thought, as I immersed myself in the coolness of the pool, which wasn't that deep. Standing up to wash myself, the water level just above my knees, the water drips from the end of my curly black pubes while feint goose bumps on my wet skin are marginally noticeable as the sun beats down. Looking at my curly raven bush, as I set about lathering it up, I wondered, what with the work on the ranch, how long it would be before it next got ploughed.

A short while later, as I dipped myself into the pool to cleanse the soap from me, I heard the distinct bray of a horse. Lowering myself, as much as I could, into the water to cover my lower region as the rider got near, he tipped his Stetson with his left hand and said: "Howdy mam," coming to a halt some two yards back from the pool. "Nice day for it," he commented, while his mount lowered its head to chew some tall grass.

"I haven't seen you around these parts," he then says, hoping to get some response from me.

"No, I've just moved into the ‘bar T' ranch," I inform him, with my arms crossed over my chest, hiding my otherwise erect nipples.

"Ah yes, Josephine's place. Sorry to hear about her passing and all. Though hopefully things will continue, especially now that you're here," he says, before getting off his steed. "In the meantime, mind if I join you?" he remarks, and starts to get undressed, albeit with his back to me.

"Don't be so shy," I tell him, uncrossing my arms, before he removes his all in one undergarment.

Eventually turning around to get in the pool, I can't help but notice his reasonably long, yet flaccid, appendage, surrounded by wispy blonde curls, hanging between his legs. ‘Em, looks like my wonder's about to be answered,' I think to myself, as I feel a slight tingle in my cooze.

Noticing it's not that deep, the young man exclaims: "Hey, you've got an advantage," and laughing as he says it, a sweet smile breaks out on his face, setting off his bright blue eyes and naturally blonde curly hair.

"I'm Carol," I inform him.

"Pleased to meet you, Carol. I'm Nathan, by the way," he avers, extending his hand as he wades towards me.

Kneeling up, I now motion my hand to Nathan's and we soon shake. Then, unclasping our hands, he turns his palm up and asks if he can use some of my soap.

"If you promise to be a good boy, I'll wash you, all over," I intimate.

"Okay, then, Carol, but not the hair," Nathan rejoins, as he subsequently kneels in front of me.

Squirting some of the liquid soap into my hands, I wash Nathan's upper body, and in noticing his firm muscles I commend him on them. "Now the rest, please," I tell him; whereupon, he slowly stands up.

Now, and in front of me, is his marvellous cock; no longer flaccid but half erect. Trying my best to ignore it, I soap Nathan's thighs while remaining somewhat transfixed to it; so much so, that I fail to realize my hands as they repeatedly go over the same spot on his thighs.

"Hey, don't wear it out, Carol," Nathan chimes.

"What Oh, sorry," I tell him, as I compose myself before downcasting my gaze and washing his knees.

"What about my buttocks, and, you know," indicating ‘it'.

"Yes, well, okay then, if you'll just turn around," I slightly fluster.

"Now who's being shy," he remarks. And taking my hand he places it on his stone hard cock.

"Ulp," I vociferate, as I feel its warmth, and smooth texture, and then slowly start to stroke it.

"Em yes, little lady, you do that so well. I can see you'll be a welcome asset to old Jose's ranch," he avers, as I run my tongue around the crown of his erection, which must be all of 10 inches long. Moving his hand to my head, as if we were old fuck buddies getting reacquainted, Nathan has me swallow his prime piece of cock meat; whereupon, he motions my head back and forth on it, causing the glands to nudge against my throat.

"Emng, emng," I mumble, as he fucks my mouth with his firm erection before taking it from me.

"That was immensely pleasurable, Carol. How about you letting me clean you up, now," Nathan says, with a knowing grin.

Lifting my full frame up and out of the water, Nathan notices, as I had earlier, the drips running off my black pubes, along with the goosebumps, as he directs me over to the nearside bank. Helping me to sit on the side, I then prop myself up as he raises and opens my thighs before lowering his head between them, and using his mouth to suck the water from my bush.

"Erm, hurm," I moan, in response.

Placing his tongue tip firm on my anus, Nathan wiggles it around for a bit and then slowly waggles it across my perineum to the base of my gash.

"Emmnn," I lowly sigh, in response.

Flattening out his tongue, Nathan slowly inches it up my pussy, separating my labia, which he then takes, one at a time, into his mouth and pleasurably sucks on it.

"Emmnn, yes, yes, oh, fuck yes," I cry, as his attentiveness causes my body to jolt and shake, with the onset of orgasm.

Now moving his hands to the folds of my cunt, Nathan holds them open so that he can languidly lick my vulva and lap up my sweet nectar while managing somehow to also ease back the hood on my clit and agitate it.

"Yes, fuck, oh yes, fuck me, emn, like that, oh-ho," I respond, as my thighs tremble and he again makes me cum.

Still exposing my clit to his attention, Nathan moves his tongue on to it, while, and with his right hand, I feel his thumb and two fingers slip into my cooze, and his other two smaller digits worm their way into my butt. "Emn, fuck! Yes! More, like that, Nathan," I somewhat beg for release, as he sucks and licks my clit while he hand fucks my pussy and arse, eventually bringing me to a shattering climax.

Having allowed me to compose myself, I indicate that: ‘I want him to bathe himself in my private heavenly pool'. However, lifting himself up, Nathan takes my by surprise by crudely saying: "Cunt or arse?" ‘God, he soon changed his attitude,' I think to myself; after which, I casually take a hold of his phallus, and directing it towards my sopping quim I ease the head inside me. Then, with one almighty thrust, Nathan fills me up.

"Fuck, yes," I cry out, as it hits home. And having pulled himself and his turgid erection back, he lets me have it again. "Enngh," I vociferate. And as he settles down to rhythmically plough my sodden fuck hole, I encircle Nathan's waist with my legs and encourage him to fuck the life out of me. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, f-u-c-k ME!" I cry out, as he, we both, soon make me climax.

Unclamping my legs from him, Nathan wades back a step and lowers himself to my quim, which he again voraciously licks for me. "Huh, huh, huh," I gasp, as I feel my next climax start to build, just as he slides his tongue into my sweet honey pot. "Emngh, oh God, Nathan," I respond, to his exquisite pleasurement.

Having finished feasting on me, he pulls me down, turns me around, and has me lean over the bank. Throwing some water over my butt to begin with, I presently fell Nathan's firm hands on my hips, followed by his tongue, which he uses to meticulously lick the drips from my flesh, and then his warm lips as the softly pat me dry.

"Emmn, fuck me, please, Nathan, I want to feel you inside me," I somewhat agonizingly appeal to him. Taking his right hand from me, I sense his movement in the water as he stands up, then something unexpected, as the palm of his hand slaps my right buttock. "Oh, hem," I respond, then the left one. "Oh-ho, yes," I enthral.

Taking his other hand from me, Nathan directs me to open myself up to him. And as I move my hands behind me, I tell him: "Not in my arse, Nathan, okay."

"We'll see," he then decidingly tells me, as I subsequently ease my buttocks apart.

Moments latter, I feel the globular head of Nathan's cock meat slip into my pussy, followed by an immediate, forward thrust, as he somewhat spears it into me. "Oh Christ, yes, huh, huh, huh, fuck me, fuck me, Nathan," I tell him, my voice almost strained, as I move my feet further apart to consume every millimetre of his divine manhood. Placing his hands on my waist, he then thrust fucks me for quite somewhile, "Oh God, yes, like that, like that, fuck me, fuck me, Nathan," I cry out, as I feel my climax exacerbate, and presently consume me, "Huh, huh, huh," I again gasp, almost short on breath, and as I continue to do so, Nathan grunts a few times and then fills me with his hot sticky semen.

"Oh fuck, that was lovely," I extol, ‘and in much need on my part,' I say to myself, and as his wilting cock now slips from me, I turn around, kneel down, and take it into my mouth, washing our combined sex from it with my mouth and tongue.

Getting out of the pool, all but his lower legs are quite dry, and as Nathan gets dressed he says he'll see me later for supper at around 5pm, and to give his regards to Nancy. Since Jed and he are the only two I've gotten to know, by name, I assure him that I will when I see her, before finishing off my ablutions.

A short while after Nathan's trotted on his way, I climb out of the water and dry myself off. Putting the shirt and jeans on, both of which fit quite snugly, I feel something stiff in one of the pockets and place my hand in it to see what it is. ‘Em, a piece a paper,' I sense, as I go to pull it out, and upon noticing it, in my hand, I see that it's a $20 note. Figuring that, whoever tried the jeans on before I picked them up must have left it in there I thought nothing off it as I now stooped to put my boots on. Now clean, and suitably attired for ranch work, I collected my city clothes, towel and soap bottle, and headed back to the ‘bar T' ranch.

Chapter 2: Home on the range.

Noticing me, now dressed in jeans and a shirt, as I make my way along the porch, Jed remarks: "That's more like it, Carol."

"Oh, hi," I rejoin. "Just let me put these away, Jed, and you can show me around the lea. And, as you quite rightly pointed out, since I'm suitably attired for it why don't you saddle up a couple of horses for us, Jed," I tell him.

"Yes mam," he enthuses.

"By the way, Jed," I say, as I open the main house door, "I ran into Nathan, who asked about Nancy. She would be..." And emitting a wry smile, Jed informs me: ‘she was the young wench I happened to see earlier.'

"I thought so," I surmised, and continued inside leaving Jed to organise our steeds.

A few minutes later, after tidying up my hair, I made my way outside where Jed was waiting with my horse, a pure black except for a streak of white blaze down it's forehead.

"Carol, meet lightning," he says, introducing my mount.

"I take it he's fast," I conclude, as I go to put my left foot in the stirrup.

"No, that's the irony in his name," Jed jovially intimates, and having sat up on lightning, we ‘giddap.'

Over the next 40 odd minutes, or so, Jed shows me around what was Josephine's, and is now my land; responsibility you could say. "There's not much livestock," I state.

"Apart from the 50 head of cattle, which we drove once a year, there's some sheep, pigs and chickens," Nathan elucidates. With the mention of the cattle being drove, thoughts of the film ‘City slickers', now come to mind, especially with me being a city girl and all.

What with the up and down momentum of riding a horse, something I haven't done in 14 years since I was last here, and my not bothering with any underwear before I set out on this jaunt, Nathan's earlier discharge had permeated from me, causing a wet patch around the groin of my brand new jeans.

Stopping by a stream, our horses dip their heads and take in some much-needed water and while they do that I dismount and wander around a bit. As I do so, Jed notices the stain on my jeans and rather suggestively stresses that I sweat a lot.

"What?" I ask, not so much at Jed's boldness, but not being aware of what he's referring to.

"Your jeans, Carol," he indicates from his horse. "Looks to me, like you did more than run into Nathan," he brazenly says, with a gleeful smile.

"And what if I did, does that make you envious?" I rejoin.

"Lord no," he confidently says. "But, as a woman, and a fine young one at that I might add, you'll fit in around here quite well." There he goes with his cockiness. Am I missing something. Then again, why do I get the feeling he's not telling me everything. Well, there's really only one way to find out what's on a mans mind; turn it to mush.

Stepping around to the side of Jed's mount, I start to undo my jeans. "That's more like it, Carol," he says, again with a wry smile, as he tips the brim of his Stetson up and further back on his head. Releasing his mounts reign, Jed continues: - as he now dismounts - "A young woman like yourself, sure to go far round here."

Ignoring Jed's paradox, I notice that, unlike earlier with Nathan, there's only the odd tree, which I've been ploughed in before, along with the grassy ground as I start to slowly and provocatively undo my shirt. With my 38C breasts now exposed to his leer, Jed cups my full firm globes before fondling them. "They're quite a handful, missy," he remarks, before pulling on each nipple, causing me to let out a part stifled murmur of pleasure. Ok, so sometimes I like my sex rough, and if it gets me what I want, then...!

Reaching down, I subsequently undo Jed's wide belt and jeans, and feel for his cock meat. Thankfully, and unlike Nathan, he's normally attired with pants, and so I soon have his warm cock in my hand. "Oh, em," he moans, as I start to stroke it, soon feeling the stickiness of his pre-cum on my thumb and forefinger. Lowering his head, and extending his tongue, Jed then licks around the areola of each globe in turn before kissing the now moist area; meanwhile, I content myself to continue stroking his ever-hardening prick, much to his noticeable delight.

After he's licked each nipple, Jed slurps more than sucks them, causing me to let out a more than satisfied moan.

"Em, you like that?" he says, with an air of satisfaction on his part.

"Em, yes, very much so," I rejoin, prompting him to roll each one betwixt a thumb and finger. "Arhm," I responsively murmur, before continuing: "You were, emn, saying..." hoping he'll spill (what he's not told me, and his seed).

"No, I don't believe I was, apart from your giving yourself freely to Nathan, and now me of course." ‘Of course,' I now realise, as he motions me to kneel down, still with my hand around his engorged phallus.

With his hand bunching my raven hair, and somewhat forgetting who's the boss, Jed motions me to suck his cock monster, and with it fully erect it most certainly is that, what with its length, down to the root. "Emmgf, emmgf," I mumble, as it pushes down my throat.

Moments later, a man's voice says: "Howdy there, Jed, is this the new ‘doxy' Nathan's been lauding about, she sure looks nice and ripe from where I'm sat, yes sire," he chimes. Noticeably getting down from his mount, he continues: "Yes, sir, Nathan filled her up rather nicely by all accounts, leaving the ‘backdoor' nice and open for the likes of others." ‘Doxy, backdoor,' what sort of backwater talk is that?' I muse to myself.

"Pretty little thing, ain't she," the stranger says, from behind, as he lowers the zip of his jeans with a rasping sound. Getting me to lift myself up, and still sucking his cock monster, my legs and upper body are now almost at right angles. "Nice and moist, he said," no doubt referring to what Nathan had told him, before nudging his glands against my inviting pussy.

"Humf," I vociferate, as he slides it inside me, and whereas Jed is long, this one is thick. "Emngf, emngf, I mumble, as the one in my vulva fucks me back and forth on Jed. And after a short while, the stranger makes me climax. "Emmng, emmng," I murmur, somewhat loudly.

"This one cums, as well," the one in my quim says, and has Jed change places with him.

Directing his cock, slick with my cunt juice towards me, he says: "There you go, girlie, get a taste of yourself on ol' Mitch," indicating a name to go with his chiselled face, as I take it into my mouth. Jed, on the other hand, is lightly pressing the underside of his cock monster against my curple (arse cleavage), as he slowly slides it back and forth between it. ‘Not in my arse, please,' I say to myself. Only to, and thankfully, have Jed draw it down and fire his cock it into my sodden pussy. "Emnngh," I cry out. And after three more such profound thrusts, he makes me climax as well.

With my cunt's juices flowing freely from me, Jed - with the reason I let him have me forgotten -fucks himself into me hard, and very, very deep while Mitch, having placed my hands around him to hold onto, motions me back and forth on the top half of his thick erection. "Emngh, emngh," I mumble, as my cunt and mouth are roughly fucked.

After somewhile, and having made me cum again, ‘well at least you're getting pleasure from it, Carol,' I tell myself, Mitch announces: "I thinks she's ready for the ‘double barrel' shotgun, Jed." ‘Now what?' I hesitantly wonder.

Taking himself from me, Jed then smartly slaps each of my arse cheeks with the head of his long cock. "Emmgf, emmgf," I slur, with each one.

"I do declare, Carol likes to be spanked," he says in response to my reaction, and does it a couple of more times, and with the underside of his erection. Once finished, he then pulls me back from Mitch by my right shoulder and then lays on the ground with his legs between mine; whereupon, Jed directs me to lower myself onto his long cock which presently slips back into my wet quim. Now placing his hand on my shoulder, I sense Mitch kneel behind me as Jed pulls me onto him and Mitch motions me forward.

"Not in my arse, Mitch, okay," I try to tell him with an air of authority.

"We'll see," he rejoins, echoing what Nathan had said earlier, as Jed moves his hands onto each of my buttocks and then eases them apart.

Holding my breath, in the anticipation of being anally deflowered, and by one of my employees of all people, I felt the head of Mitch's bulbous erection nudge my anus, only to then move fractionally lower and push against my somewhat full pussy. ‘Christ!' I thought as he wedged it in, maybe taking it in the butt would have been better. Fuck, was I full; a long moderate one, and now a thick meaty one, both trying to work themselves, independently, back and forth, in and out of my seriously tight pussy.

"Easy, guys," I tell them, as they both move at once. "What say, Christ, I'm fucking full, Jed remains still for a bit, and Mitch, God, yes, ploughs me," I suggest, as I move to work back on them.

Doing as I proposed, though not necessarily out of respect for who I am, on Jed's part, he nonetheless remains still, and somewhat halfway inside me. ‘Thanks,' I manage to mouth to him, as Mitch slowly works himself back and forth, subsequently causing a rippling effect inside me as he moves against Jed. "Emn, yes, fuck, Mitch," I start to murmur. And as my vulva becomes more receptive to their presence, I encourage them both to fuck me: "Huh, huh, huh, fuck me, fuck me," I gasp and cry out. Then: "Emngh, fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!" as their combined action makes me cum.

Eventually taking himself from me, Mitch moves around to in front of me and directs me to lick and then suck his cock, though thankfully without the encouragement of his hand.

"Unless you want a repeat of what happened to your new jeans," Jed tells me, "you better take what's coming in your mouth." And moments later, I feel Mitch swell and spasm, just before he erupts in my mouth, which he fills with his hot, sticky, salty semen, and then starts with the hands. Holding me to him, as his prick twitches and the last drips ooze from it, especially when he slowly pulls me off it. Not wanting to be left out, Jed licentiously says: "You best do me the same." And kneeling over him, I suck his long cock, aided, this time, by his hand on my head, until he too cums, which I then swallow before sucking it dry.

Having gotten dressed, Mitch thanks me for my time, leaving me in my shirt and boots as he mounts back up and trots off.

"What about me, Jed?" indicating my soiled jeans.

"I suggest you wear them, Carol," he sternly insists, as he climbs up onto his steed. "For one, returning like that won't revere you in the minds of the other ranchers. And secondly, there's the movementation of your lower body on the horse to be concerned about," he elucidates.

"Fuck you!" I vehemently rejoin, as I reluctantly put them back on.

"You just did. And I have to say it was most enjoyable, Carol," he gloatingly remarks.

Back on lightning, I enquire: "What did Mitch mean by ‘Doxy and backdoor,' something vulgar no doubt?"

Gleefully smiling, he ripostes: "Backdoor is a euphemism for your arse, Carol. Nice as it is, you didn't want it violated. As for doxy, you'll find out soon enough," he sardonically tells me. And with that, we ride back to the ‘bar T' ranch, neither of us saying another word until we arrive. And as I get down from my mount, Jed tells me to ‘get cleaned up, and wear something nice and feminine for supper. The evening is going to be very eventful and enlightening,' he slyly informs me.

Chapter 3: Suppertime, so it must be chicken!

Having douched, I then lie on what is now my bed, and start to wonder about the so far events of the day. ‘Okay, so three of my subordinates have been familiar with me, one of whom, Jed, was a bit on the rough side.' And as I recall the way he treated me, my right hand inadvertently moves to my naked dark thatch. ‘Em, God, was it really that enjoyable' I question, as I presently make myself cum.

Moments later, there's a knock on the door, which brings me back to reality. And covering myself up with the over blanket, I ask who it is. Opening the door, Nancy, the girl that I had earlier seen running from a barn, welcomes me, and informs me that supper will be served in about half an hour.

"Thank you, Nancy," I courteously reply, and enquire about Nathan.

"Oh, he'll be here, don't you worry about that, Ms Carol," she almost knowingly assures me, and leaves me to get dressed.

Not wanting to risk a repeat of earlier, I decide to cover my lower region with a pair of blue French cut panties. ‘That should take care of that,' I confidently say to myself before covering my breasts with a blue bra, which in no way matches my briefs. Going over to the, my, wardrobe I take out and put on a pastel pink skirt and a cream nylon pullover before brushing my hair and going to see how Nancy is getting on with the early evening meal.

Finding her in the kitchen, which still has nana Josephine's old stove in it, I ask Nancy if I can help.

"Oh, no, Ms Carol, everything's fine, it'll cook itself, especially in Josephine's old cooker; they don't make ‘em like they used to," she joyfully tells me.

"What's for supper?" I enquire, making small talk, and hopefully getting Nancy to tell me what Jed wouldn't.

"Chicken," she enthuses. Well, it is a ranch come farm I muse.

"Let me at least lay the table, then," I suggest, which would give some indication as to how many others there would be.

"Okay. Well there'll be six of us in all, Ms Carol. You, me, Jed, Nathan who's taken a shine to you, Mitch, and eh Ben," she says, with a slight blush suggesting it was he I saw her with when I arrived.

Having placed the cutlery and condiments: salt and pepper on the table, I enquire about the cranberry sauce and wine. "City folk," she jovially says. "Sorry, Ms Carol, but we don't bother with such things here." ‘Looks like I'll have to introduce them to such evince,' I think to myself, as I sit at the head of the table in what was nana Josephine's taller chair.

Moments later, there's the familiar ringing of the triangle to call the others in for supper. "It'll no doubt take them a good five minutes to come in, and get cleaned up, Ms Carol. If you want something to drink, there's a decanter of Chardeny in your granddad's old globe," she informs me.

"Okay, thank-you, Nancy," I rejoin, as I get up from my seat to get it.

Having opened the top of the drinks container, a familiar voice from behind me says: "Hello doxy."

"Oh, hello Mitch," I impassively reply, as I turn around and return to the table.

"I wanted to ask you -" I start to say

"What about the glasses, dox', we can't have a friendly drink without glasses?" Mitch says, with a sly wink, having interrupted me.

‘Who's running this, this ‘circus', as it appears to have become, and why does he insist on calling me dox or doxy?' I ask myself.

"Suppers up, all," Nancy announces, as she brings in a tray with a roast chicken, and bowls of vegetables on it.

After placing the glasses on the table, and as Nancy puts the tray of food down, Mitch says: "Plates, dox', in the sideboard." Almost seething inside, I go to the cupboard and fetch six plates, which I place on the table before sitting down in a near huff. Looking almost daggers at Mitch, he seems as white as a ghost. ‘Well, that, or whatever, has told him,' I say to myself.

With Nancy now carving the chicken, Nathan and Ben appear. And upon seeing Nathan, I warmly smile at him while he, almost quietly, says something to Nancy. "Go on then," she replies.

Almost sombrely returning my welcome, Nathan moves towards me. And as he pulls the chair to my right out, he says: "Sorry, Carol," and then sits in it.

‘What's going on?' I now say to myself, in bewilderment.

"Evening, all," Jed says, as he makes his appearance, and then moves to the empty seat to my left. "I see you've met the new girl, Carol, then," he patronizingly exclaims.

"What the fuck's going on?" I demand, with my clenched fists upturned on the table.

"This is Josephine's granddaughter, to whom she bequeathed the ranch," Jed tells everyone. "You'll get your answer in due course; meanwhile, don't curse at the table, Carol, it's most unladylike, and eat the meal Nancy here cooked for us," he tells me. And, with that said, everyone quietly consumes the food put in front of them.

Afterwards, and thanking Nancy for the meal, I stand up, and determinedly say: "I have no idea what's going on here, but YOU, you all work for me now, allright. So, if anyone wants to enlighten me I'll be in ‘MY' bedroom," I inform them, before leaving them to mull that over while casting an appealing stare towards Nathan, who, in light of what happened at the pool, I hoped would do me the courtesy of responding.

Left alone for some 30 minutes, I started to seethe and mope. ‘I'm their boss, for Christ's sake,' I thought, though letting three of them be familiar with me could hardly help things I realise.

Moments later, there came a knock on the door. "You okay, Carol?" Nathan's recognisable voice enquired.

Quickly composing myself, I replied: "Yes. Why don't you join me, I could do with the company," I added, in the hope of him being the one to explain things to me. Opening the door, and still with a dour expression as he enters my room before closing the portal, I ask: "Why the long face, Nathan?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about earlier, Carol," he apologises.

"Sorry that you had me, or that you had your boss, which you now realise I am?" I firmly enquire. Moving to sit on the bed, to my now laying on my side, I invite Nathan to do so.

"It's a bit more complicated than that, Carol," he intimates. "Specifically, Jed was hoping to inherit the ranch," Nathan elucidates.

"I see," I rejoin, realizing that to be the reason for Jed's demeanour towards me.

"As for earlier," he continues.

"Yes," I enthuse.

"It was pleasurable, and, for both of us?" he says, with a hint of a question.

"Em, yes, Nathan, it was, though it, your cum, did cause a minor problem, when Jed showed me around the ranch on lightning," I informed him. "He also mentioned something about not riding back without my jeans on. Care to enlighten me on that?" I enquire, which could be an opening start to finding out what Jed won't tell me.

Appearing to be more comfortable with me, almost like at the pool, earlier, Nathan says: "It may be better to show you, Carol," and moves his hands towards the hem of my skirt. Seeing as he's the only one of the three of them, who've had me, to treat me with respect, I show no objection, and lay on my back for him. Lifting my skirt up, and concertinaing it below my abdomen, Nathan first commends me on my panties, and then says: "Since you weren't wearing any," suggesting I remove them.

"I like you Nathan, I like you a lot, but don't use me," I tell him, as I slowly ease them down.

"We can't, any of us, help the way we are made, Carol. But so long as what we do, is done for the other person's pleasure, then...!" leaving me to ponder what he meant. "Okay, back to a woman riding bareback, and in your case, naked. With the momentum of the horse you bob up and down, and so," and in order to demonstrate, he lightly taps my clit.

"Emngh," I murmur, having only done it the once.

"So, imagine that happening each time you bounced down on the leather saddle and you'd soon be cuming," he confidently explains.

"Em, right now, the only thing I want to bounce down on is your stone hard cock," I tell him.

Just then, there's another knock on the door. ‘Mitch,' I realise. And after Nathan helps me to straighten myself up, I invite him in; hoping he'll be able to shed some light, and explain why he called my ‘doxy'. Standing beside the bed, and almost as sullen as Nathan was, Mitch apologetically says: "Sorry about earlier, Carol, and calling you doxy, allright."

Looking at him almost sternly, I say: "It's only allright if you tell me what doxy is."

"Oh, oh," Nathan exclaims, from behind me where he's furtively stroking my round butt. "You didn't?" suggesting it's an inappropriate word.

"It's a vague term for a prostitute, a whore, Carol, and again, I'm deeply sorry I thought you were one." Mitch elucidates.

With the $20 I found in my jeans, I now realise, and say: "And you, Nathan, was I just a whore to you, earlier?" having made him stop, and part turned my head towards him.

"Again, I'm sorry, Carol, what else can I say," he entreats.

Now, turning fully towards him, I say: "So, you did use me, like a whore?"

"No, not like that," he humbly rejoined.

Suddenly, it all fell into place: Nancy running from Ben when I arrived, these two thinking I was a strumpet, and the lack of merchantable provisions to financially sustain the ranch and its workers. "Nana Josephine was a madam!" I exclaimed. ‘The dark old nag,' I thought, as I felt Mitch caress my part exposed butt. ‘And she's passed it onto me,' I realise, as Mitch further familiarises himself with my buttocks.

Noticing my warm expression, though not that Mitch is part responsible for it, the other being my realization that I can use my expertise to market what is primarily a ‘chicken ranch' (how appropriate supper was), Nathan asks: "We're okay then, Carol?"

Moving my hand to his cock, which is noticeably erect, I rejoin: "It will be once I've had another ride on your cocks, but don't expect a refund," I tell him, referring to the $20. "You can start by pleasuring me, first," I tell them, rather suggesting they be my male doxies, which is the least they can do.

Taking hold of the bottom of my jumper, prompting me to release my grip on his manhood, Nathan lifts it up and off me; after which, Mitch undoes my strapless bra before returning to caressing my arse. With my firm breasts now exposed, Nathan lovingly caresses them while I do likewise to his firm cock. "Em, yes, more, please, both of you," I encouragingly tell them. Cupping my breasts, Nathan then leans forward and licks around the areola of each of my orbs in turn. Meanwhile, and still behind me, I feel Mitch's moist fingers prise my buttocks open followed by three of his digits ferreting their way into my anus. "Emmng," I murmur, in response.

"I take it you like that, Carol?" Mitch asks, as he twirls them around inside me.

"Em, yes, that's lovely, Mitch," I rejoin, prompting me to stroke Nathan's cock more determinedly. "Is that what it's like to be, you know?" not wanting to say arse.

"Ease up, Carol," Nathan appeals, as I get carried away with the pleasure Mitch is instilling in me.

"I think Carol's showing a liking to having her ‘backdoor' opened," Mitch alludes.

"Emm, especially if you keep that up," I tell him. "And, sorry Nathan," I humbly exclaim.

Getting Mitch to stop with his fantastic arse play, I direct him to undo my skirt, which he then removes. Lying on my back, I then somehow have Nathan turned around so that I can suck his phallus while he licks my slit, and then nibbles and sucks my labia before licking and sucking my clit. Meanwhile, I get Mitch to attend my right breast (the other being part covered by Nathan), and somehow afford him access to my butt, which he again pleasurably probes. "Emmff, emmff," I murmur, as I feel my climax stir inside me. Then: "Hemf, hemf," I part gasp, with Nathan's cock moving back and forth in my mouth as I cum.

"Hey, big guy," Mitch presently says, addressing Nathan, "mind if I have a taste of Ms Carol's sweet pussy?"

Taking Nathan from me, I tell Mitch: "Okay, but on one condition, you keep doing what your doing, allright."

Mitch, now looking at me with a cheeky grin, gives my arse a nice teasing nudge, and rejoins: "Anything you say, Ms Carol."

Still sucking Nathan's manhood, he then moves back to pleasuring my breasts while Mitch, having eased my legs up, continues twirling his fingers, around and inside my butt as he pleasures my cooze with his tongue. Having again and soon made me cum, I take Nathan from my mouth and anxiously tell them: "Please, I want, your cocks, inside me, please, fuck me."

Somewhat giving myself to them, in that I allow them to position me as they want, Nathan has Mitch offer me his cock to suck while he moves on top of me and soon enters my wet quim with aplomb; whereupon, he rhythmically ploughs my slick black furrow with his masterful cock. "Emng, emng, emng," I vociferate, with each pleasurable penetrating thrust of his stallion like cock. ‘Fuck me, Nathan, fuck me,' I say in my head. Turning me on my side, Nathan forgoes having me suck his cock so that Mitch can then have me, not knowing that I had both him and Jed in my tight cunt earlier on.

Keeping my lower leg straight, Nathan moves my upper, right leg, up so that it's at a right angle, as if it was in a sitting position. Then, and kneeling either side of my straight left leg, he guides his lovely long erection back into my pussy and continues fucking me again. "Em, yes, like that, Nathan, fuck me, give every inch of your lovely fucking cock," I almost insist.

Not being overly concerned as to where Mitch is, I soon notice his fingers on my buttocks. Then I feel something warm and puffy - the head of his phallus, push against my colon and slowly ease its way inside me. "Oh fuck, Mitch, more, give me some more, please," I somewhat plead. Then: "Oh God, Mitch, your in my arse, your lovely fucking cock is in my arse!" I exclaim. "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, with your lovely fucking cocks," I squeal.

Moving in tandem, Nathan draws himself back as Mitch glides his manhood in, causing an ecstatic rippling effect inside me. "Oh, God, this, this, is so, so fucking lovely, huh, huh, huh," I extol and gasp, as they again make me cum. "Emn, God, now Nathan, I want you in my butt," I determinedly tell him.

Having Mitch and he remove themselves, Mitch lays down and has me get over him. ‘Fuck where he's just been,' I think to myself, as I take his cock, and feed it into my hungry wet pussy. Then, moving his hands behind me, he eases my buttocks apart to make it easy for Nathan to fill my arse for me, which he immediately does. "Yes, like that, fuck me Nathan, fuck your stone hard cock deep into my lovely tight arse," I tell him, as Mitch holds me to him.

Presently, and with Nathan's cock buried deep in my arse, Mitch relaxes his grip and I fuck myself up and down on his cock while Nathan fucks his, back and forth of my arse. "Oh God, this is fucking heaven, more, give me more, please," I encourage them, as another climax builds inside, and soon engulfs me.

Moments later, there's a knock on the door. Figuring Nathan and Mitch had told me about the goings on at the ranch, Nancy announces: "The girls are here, Ms Carol."

‘What am I supposed to do,' I say to myself, then to Nancy: "Allright, just give me a few minutes, then, Nancy."

With Nancy having gone, I then direct Nathan and Mitch to fuck me, and cum inside my arse and pussy as there's no way I'm sucking them after where they've been. Once they've finished, Nathan delivering yet another heavy load, and in my ‘backdoor' as Mitch referred to it, they get dressed while I look through my wardrobe for a suitable dress.

"Why don't you wear one of Josephine's flouncy dresses?" Nathan suggests, indicating the other wardrobe, and opening it up I take out and try on a scarlet one, with a small black design dotted around it.

"Very pretty, and quite elegant, Ms Carol," Mitch extols. Then, taking one of their arms in mine, I have them escort me to...!

Chapter 4: Call me Madam!

Out on the porch, Nancy, and some several young women are assembled, and after Nancy has introduced all but one of them to me, she introduces the last one as the new girl, Carol. "I see," I rejoin, and realising the mix up, Nancy, Nathan, Mitch, and me, all burst out laughing. With Carol's expression suggesting we're laughing at her, I explain the mix up, and she too, along with the others, share in the joke.

"Good evening, Ms Carol," Jed noticeably says from behind me. And turning around, I see a whole different, almost refined man.

"Good evening, Jed," I respectfully reply, and offer him my arm, which he takes.

"So, Ms Carol, what do you think of what you've actually inherited?" he asks.

"Not quite what I had in mind, when I decided to keep the place going, but, if it pays the way, then so be it. Besides, It's something I can utilise my marketing skills with," I tell him, as we walk a while to the barn.

Stood just outside, I proffer: "So, this is where it goes on, then?" as I take a peek inside. "What happens to the money?" I continue. Then something rings inside my head: "Hold on, I got the Ranch, but who got, where's the money from before?"

"No one knows, Carol. I thought you got it, which in a way is why I part behaved so badly towards you," Jed explains.

"Yeah, Nathan told me after supper," I informed him while I watched the new girl, Carol, take on two men, conjuring up visions of Nathan, Mitch and me. Just then, Ben came over and properly introduced himself, and a bit more gentlemanly than earlier in the day.

"Good evening, Ms Carol," he said, taking my hand and bowing.

"Good evening, Ben, I'm Josephine's granddaughter," I replied.

"What say we leave the young ones to play, and enjoy themselves, and take a walk in the cool night air with me," I suggest to them, with a coy glint in my eyes.

Taking a stroll, with one of them on either side of me, I engage them in small talk, if only to find some clue as to where nana Josephine had stashed the money she'd collected. Soon finding a suitable area, with a nearby tree, for what I had in mind I turned around, and said: "Okay, gentlemen, strip, and remember who's the boss."

Once they are both fully naked, and with Ben sporting an impeccable erect cock, I get them to undo my dress, which falls to the floor. Stepping out of it, I then have them come closer. "You two have been a pair of bad boys," I tell them, and then kneel in front of Ben. Taking his hands, I place them on my head, and say: "Easy, to start with." Then opening my mouth, I place my lips over the head of his cock, which I then slowly suck on while I swirl my tongue around it.

Pulling me closer, and onto it, Ben starts to slowly fuck my mouth. "Emmff, emmff," I murmur. Genuflecting behind me, Jed undoes my bra. And upon releasing my breasts, he then reaches around me and cups them before pleasurably caressing my tits, and kneading their flesh between his fingers. "Emmngh, emmngh," I mumble, at their combined pleasure.

As Jed now moves to pull pinch my nipples, with his fingers and thumbs, Ben starts to throat me, which I gladly go along with. Seeing my namesake, Carol, I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to be consumed by cocks. To realise/experience, what it's like, sexually, to be the type of women from whom I would be making a living, as a madam of all people. Although, yes, I wanted to be a whore for these two men, I want it to be on my terms.

Taking myself from Ben, I insistently tell them: "Enough with that." And having stopped, I then stand up. Part turning around, and looking over my shoulder at Jed, I get him to remove my panties, before, then, directing him to stand up, and have them both follow me to the tree.

Stood facing it, with my hands against the bark, my feet apart, and some 2 feet away from it, I move them back some more, and with it, my hands and upper body lower. Directing Jed to the tree, and in front of me, I then suck his cock while I offer myself to Ben, who subsequently slides his erection into my pussy. "Emmngh, emmngh," I mumble, as he fucks me hard and deep.

"I think the new madam, wants to be a whore," Ben says, taking his cock all the way out ‘til just the crown is inside me before lancing it back in with force, thereby propelling me, almost, onto Jed's erection.

"Gluh," I slur in response, as each time he does it, Jed's cock grazes, and then slips into my throat.

"How's the backdoor, Carol?" Ben luridly asks.

To which, Jed, having let me free, I reply: "Try it, and see," before returning to sucking the erect cock in front of me.

"This could be a lot more comfortable, Carol, with you over one of us," Jed somewhat sympathetically says

Again, taking myself from him, I now insist: "I want to be fucked like a whore, so get on with it." Upon which, I take him back into my mouth, and then wait.

Almost immediately, in response to my intimation, Jed takes my head and works my mouth up and down his cock, and at the same time as Ben spanks both my arse cheeks several times causing me to jolt onto Jed's erection.

"You heard her, Ben, fuck her arse, give it to the whore hard and deep. Spread your arse for him, Carol, offer it to him," Jed tells me. And moving my right hand from the tree, I place it on my warm redden buttock and pull it back for him. "Is it winking?" Jed asks him.

"Yep. Looks like someone's recently been there," Ben remarks, and then feeds the head inside, followed by a deep hard thrust that fills my once tight virgin arse up.

"Emmngh," I cry out, with each forceful intrusion.

After somewhile, Ben has Jed take his place; whereupon, he fills my cunt then my arse with his cock meat. Now standing where Jed was, Ben directs his cock, fresh from my ‘backdoor', to my mouth. "I'm not sucking that after where it's been," I insist.

"If you want to be a whore, Carol, you will," Jed tells me before pulling my hair back, my head up, and then thrusting his erection deep into my butt, causing me to cry out and open my mouth, which Ben then fills with his phallus.

Still holding my hair, Jed now works my mouth up and down Ben's cock meat. "Emmngf, emmngf," I slur, as they both fuck their erections deep into me; neither of them making me cum in the process, and making me a total whore for them.

Eventually taking up Jed's suggestion, I get over him, and take his cock in my moist pussy while Ben again fuck, fills my arse. "Fuck me, fuck me with your cocks," I tell them.

"You can be more dirty, even sluty than that, Carol," Ben says, as he holds onto my hair and thrusts himself hard and deep into my tight arsehole.

"Put your fucking dicks in my fucking arse and cunt, and fuck me," I tell them. And with that, Ben pulls my hair, and me, back on his cock as he slams it deep inside my aching arsehole. "Yes, yes. Give me that cock, right in my arse," I cry out, as he continuously fucks me with it. Presently I feel the makings of a climax build inside me, and when it finally peaks they both fill my ‘whore' holes with their hot and sticky cum.

Epilogue: Getting off them, and both somewhat noticeably ‘shagged out', I put my bra and panties on, and ask: "How was I? Was I a good fuck?"

Looking up at me, Jed rejoins: "Sure. Why?"

Taking up the dress I was wearing, I place my hands on my hips and tell them: "Good. If you want to fuck me again, it'll cost you $1,000 each. My point being, ‘gentlemen', that's the last time you, either of you, fuck me!" and with that, I return to my new home.

The end.