THE COWBOY AND THE ALIENS
Aliens and Cowboys
Copyright ©2019 Dawn Patrol Publishing
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Original Publication: Nov 30, 2019
Latest Revision: Jun 24, 2023
Most people believe in luck, good or bad, but they don’t always believe in fate. What they fail to realize is that fate and luck are the same thing—the difference being perspective.
Imagine you are blindfolded and sitting on a calm animal. From the size of it, you might guess it’s a pony or maybe a steer since all you can hear is the sound of the crowd—until they remove the blindfold.
The blindfold is removed, the horn sounds, the chute is opened and the flank strap is cinched—you’re on a bull that is blaming you for everything and wants to kill you.
You have two options. If you think it’s just bad luck, you can simply let go, get booed—and hope you don’t die. If you think it’s fate testing you—hang on for dear life—and hope you don’t die.
With either choice, death is a possibility—if you can manage eight seconds, people will cheer you, support you and maybe even tell stories about you, but even if you fail after a few seconds, they will respect you simply because you tried—but if you didn’t even try…
Death is inevitable—what story will be written on your epitaph?
Mark stirred awake as the nubile 18-year-old sleeping beside him had turned over, draping her leg over his and her hand coming to rest on his manhood—a flood of warmth sweeping along his body. Warmth amplified by her previously facing the outdoor fireplace, but exacerbated simply from the intimacy of sleeping with the gorgeous teenager.
The firelight now flickered and danced over the graceful curve of her backside, glistening off the cum that had leaked out of her pussy and over the cheek of her ass, coming to rest and drying on her hip. The result of their recent tryst on the patio lounger under a blanket of stars.
Inadvertently, his mind began replaying the event.
Her eyes locked on his, as she rode him like the cowgirl she was. Her large natural breasts swaying above him as his hands steadied them. His thumbs fondling her nipples and making them hard. Her pussy massaging his cock until they both climaxed. He flooded her womb with hot cum as her Kegel muscles milked every drop from his balls.
The mere memory stirring his cock to full erection and subconsciously causing her to hold and gently squeeze. This current state of arousal preventing sleep from returning to him.
While he considered waking her up, fucking her and filling her pussy with more cum—he let her sleep. After all, his cock had seen more action in the past few days than it had in the past two years. It was almost a guarantee that she would fuck him again in the morning.
In the meantime, he attempted to control his erection by focusing his mind on recent events, the fresh country air and the clear, cloudless sky—seeing countless multitudes of stars that just weren’t visible in the city.
Despite losing his marriage, his business, and pretty much everything he had ever worked for; he simply followed the path that had presented itself. An unlikely path that most would never have taken.
However, his surname was Phoenix, and—like his namesake—he was building a new life from the ashes of the former one.
The plan was to semi-retire out to the country and work on his friend’s ranch; living the life of a bachelor for his remaining years; albeit a life with little to no sex, but that’s what porn was for, right?
However, the last few days attesting to his new life being anything but that! He now found himself with a constantly horny 18-year-old girlfriend and an entourage of new friends that had launched his sex life out of this world—figuratively and literally.
His new friends had been living here, watching and learning for years—they obviously hadn’t planned on crashing on this planet, but the technology that still worked gave new meaning to the phrase friends-with-benefits.
Mark never believed in fate, but with his life now seeming as unlimited as the stars above. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to all that fate mumbo jumbo?
It was 6AM on a cool Saturday morning in October when Mark woke up from a deep and peaceful sleep. He needed no alarm clocks. After years of owning his own business and then the past couple of years working in HVAC, he just always woke up early.
Today, though, was different! It was the first day of his pseudo retirement.
He donned the white cowboy hat he always wore and stepped out of his trailer into the Walmart parking lot. Walmart wasn’t open yet, so he walked across the parking lot and road to McDonald’s to use their washroom facilities, grab some breakfast and read all about the sad state of the world in the newspaper.
He hadn’t planned on retiring at 50, but after Alice—his wife of 28 years—gave him the I’m leaving you speech a little over a month ago; it forced him to reevaluate things.
They met in her first year of university, and got married after dating for a year. While he had never went to post-secondary school, he was a whiz with computers and had landed himself a well-paying IT job at a large corporation, doing what he considered menial tasks for his skillset.
A year before she graduated, his employer merged with another company and his job was terminated, so he ended up starting his own IT company.
He was good at networking and was able to make ends meet right away. His business soon grew quite successful and not only supported them both, but had paid off their starter home and both of their vehicles—he even had her student loan paid off before Alice graduated.
Alice was a very attractive woman. Very outgoing and social, something that Mark was not, but I guess that’s why they say opposites attract? She was 5-foot-8 with perfect C-cup breasts, a very shapely ass, and she kept her body in great shape. They tried to have a baby twice, but she miscarried both times, with the second time putting her in the hospital, and she ended up getting a hysterectomy.
Never to be a mother, Mark supported her through a lengthy period of depression where she couldn’t hold a job, but he eventually convinced her to become a realtor. After all, she used to be fun and outgoing and this allowed her to run her own business and she would get to interact with people again. Once she got her real estate license, he continued to support her as she built her realty business.
Eventually, she started dealing with bigger and bigger sales and her income nearly matched Mark’s. This prompted them to buy the big house, new vehicles and go on vacations, all while staying pretty much debt-free.
It was all sunshine and roses—up until a couple of years ago. The successful IT company Mark had now owned for over 20 years ran into some serious legal and social media problems. All courtesy of an employee who cut corners with a prominent customer, left their network open to cyber attack and they got hacked.
Gone was the incompetent employee, but battling all the misinformation and rumours on social media proved difficult. His original customers trusted him, but they were all smaller companies, and the larger customers started taking their business elsewhere, forcing him to downsize and eventually close the doors, before going into debt or declaring bankruptcy. At that point, he couldn’t even sell the business; so he simply wiped the computers and sold everything he could.
While searching for a job, an opportunity came along with one of his long-time customers—an HVAC company. Paving the way for him to become the oldest apprentice they ever had, but they’d now have in-house IT support.
Besides his trustworthy and likeable personality, Mark’s biggest advantage was his intelligence—consistently ranking in the top 2% of any IQ tests. His aptitude to learn quickly, coupled with his roll-with-the-punches’ attitude, allowed him to never fear change. In his past, he had worked at more than a dozen drastically different jobs since he began working at age 10. Computers, of course, but also as garbage collection, oil rigs, grain elevators, truck driver, construction, fibreglass—you get the idea.
He had truly restarted his life many times, just like his namesake and tattoo he had on his left bicep.
Mark did OK in HVAC, and they paid him well. HVAC is one of the higher paying trades, but it’s also one of the more demanding trades, both physically and mentally. Most days, he came home completely exhausted, and feeling his age. Issues with his back, knees, shoulders and other joints may have contributed to the death of their sex life, but his cock still worked and it doesn’t take much to get a man into the mood for sex.
One convenient side-effect of the job, though, was that he was in better shape physically than anytime in the preceding two decades. At 6-foot-3 and 200 pounds, his size was a lot like a football linebacker. He kept his brown hair buzzed short—which kept the grey at bay—and his appearance, mannerisms, humour and wit often had people guessing his age to be in the 30s. His beard, however, betrayed his facade if he let it grow, since it came in mostly grey.
Anyway, enough history, back to the divorce.
Thanks to a hot housing market, they sold their estate-like lakefront house within two weeks. Then auctioned their furniture and other belongings—keeping only their clothes, a few personal items and respective vehicles.
Alice kept the 3-year-old Audi Q8 bought just before everything went south, and Mark got the 10-year-old Ford F-150. Thankfully, Alice also insisted Mark keep the trailer. Perhaps as a consolation prize since she had been unfaithful? Or maybe because her Audi was worth more than the truck and trailer combined?
Oh well, at least it gave him a place to live while finalizing the divorce. The trailer wouldn’t be practical to live in during the winter months, but the divorce was amicable, so it shouldn’t take very long.
She would stay with a friend—who turned out to be someone she had been seeing on the side for who knows how long? At that point, Mark didn’t care to know any of the details.
Mark had friends in the city as well. Just not close friends he would feel comfortable staying with for an unknown length of time. His best friends, Joe and Kat, had a ranch just over two hours’ drive northwest of the city—impractical for commuting daily!
Neither the speech—nor her infidelity—had caught Mark by surprise. There had been several times during the past year when he had considered giving her the speech. Their lives had been full of turmoil and their sex life had died a slow, agonizing death. They would be better off going their own ways.
Luckily, they had very little debt and adjusted to living within their new budget. However, since Alice now made more money than Mark, she held it over him continuously. Mark didn’t bother pointing out that he supported her for more than half of their 28-year relationship. At this point, he just wanted out.
Short of winning the lottery, things were never going back to living the opulent lifestyle of buying designer everything and hosting lavish dinner parties. Mind you, those dinner parties were for Alice’s personal and business friends—Mark just played the faithful spouse, making idle chit-chat with the guests.
He wouldn’t miss the parties and the fake friendships at all!
After Alice delivered the speech, Mark phoned his best friends, Joseph, and his wife Katherine, to advise them of the situation and inform them he would drive out to the ranch to get his trailer.
Joe had been one of his original IT customers running a construction business. Kat eventually joined the company, and they ended up getting married. All three of them were born and raised in rural Alberta. Their kindred spirits and rural upbringing were a big part of why they became such good friends.
They eventually had twins, Annabelle and Jason. As they started paying more attention to the school system and other people’s kids in the neighbourhood, they realized they didn’t want their kids to grow up in the city. Preferring instead to raise the children with rural values and work ethics.
Upon selling their business to a larger company for a lot of money, they found a great deal on a run-down ranch with roughly 240 acres of pasture and woodland bordering the crown lands in the foothills of West Central Alberta. Mark may have lost an IT customer, but their friendship continued.
The ranch’s early years saw Mark out there every weekend helping with building, repairs, chores, and even working as a wrangler on trail rides. Since then, Mark was there at least one weekend every month and almost every weekend during the summer months, sometimes even coming out there midweek to help with trail rides.
Which is why his trailer had a permanent parking spot at the ranch, complete with water and electrical hookup, just no sewer. It was just more convenient to leave it there and have a place to stay on the weekends than to pay storage fees simply to store it close to the city.
The Henderson’s always had a standing offer for Mark and Alice to build their own cabin or house on the ranch. Alice originally considered it, as it would be better than staying in the trailer, but over the past decade, she rarely even accompanied Mark out to the ranch. In reality, it was only ever a dream, since there was no way Alice would ever leave the city to live out in the middle of butt fuck nowhere—as she termed it.
After selling the house, auctioning their belongings, paying the legal fees and their debts, they split the remaining funds—leaving them just over $500K each. Not enough to retire and live a life of luxury, but that wasn’t the type of life Mark wanted, anyway!
Knowing approximately how much money he would have, Mark asked if the offer to live and work on the ranch was still on the table? It was, of course, so that was going to become his retirement plan.
On that day, Mark gave his notice to his employer and agreed to work for the next two weeks. Rather than leaving them short-handed, Mark was loyal, hardworking, and always made sure nothing was unresolved.
Despite Mark’s world being turned upside down for the past month, by playing the cards fate had dealt, he was actually going to come out better for it! A blessing in disguise, as he now realized how much he had stifled his life to be with Alice in the city.
He finished his breakfast, refilled his coffee mug and was soon on the road, starting the two-plus hour trip out to the ranch to begin this new adventure.
The drive was relaxing and uneventful. The skies were clear and blue. There was no wind and all the leaves that remained in the trees were yellows, oranges and reds, which contrasted nicely with all the evergreen trees. It was a very scenic drive to take in the early morning, when the rising sun shines on the Rocky Mountains in the distance.
Mark started feeling nervous as he neared the ranch, but that feeling quickly faded as he crested the last hill, exposing the green rooftops of the ranch buildings in the valley filled with colourful trees.
He soon turned his truck and drove under the ranch gate and sign saying HENDERSON RANCH and looked down the lane toward the ranch.
He had this sensation sweep through his body… this is where he wanted to be, more than any place else in the world.
The ranch was barely visible from the highway for the abundance of mature aspen, poplar, and evergreen trees. Even when driving down the long gravel lane, all that was visible was the entrance of the lodge and the loop feature in front. Everywhere else was just white wood fences, lots of trees and horses.
They split the right side of the lane into fenced group pastures. The left side had paddocks all the way down the lane, each with a shelter. The abundant trees provided shelter from the sun and rain, but they did little to stop the cold north winds.
A 130-foot by 200-foot groomed outdoor arena was just beyond the paddocks, beside the barn—large enough that several of the area’s rodeo riders practiced barrel racing there. Plus, it had a clay/sand base, so it didn’t turn into a big muddy mess when it rained.
They had painted and re-roofed the aging barn. It was a long brown building with white trim and green roof and it sheltered forty 10-foot by 12-foot stalls, each with their own equipment lockers.
The ranch itself owned fifteen horses, and the rest were all horses that people boarded there. The primary income source for the ranch was the boarding, although they also offered day rides, trail rides, horse training, riding lessons and lodging. All of which contributed to the ranch being quite profitable.
There was premium boarding, where the horse got to stay in the heated barn each night and daily turnout to their own paddock during the day. Then there was outdoor boarding, where each horse stayed outside in an individual paddock with shelter, bedding, food, and water. Then there was budget boarding in the pastures along the north side of the lane where a half dozen horses were just kept in a group pasture with shelters, salt licks, a water trough and hay bales to eat.
The boarding was consistent year-round. Everything else was seasonal or weather dependent, although the lodge was becoming more of a stable source of income.
The lodge was at the back of the clearing with a 30-foot round loop feature in front featuring two trail riders on horses and filled with flowers and a few shrubs. It also covered the lodge's buried septic tank. Fortunately, there was a water well on the property, so water supply was not an issue.
The lodge itself was a large two-storey log building shaped like a baseball diamond with a wall of windows for the backstop… err, main entrance. There were three steps up to the wide covered porch, which ran the entire length of the right wing. The left wing was wider, but didn’t have a porch, just a door to access the living quarters.
With the autumn weather still quite warm, the ranch was a pretty busy place by the time Mark arrived. Joe and Kat had seen him driving up the lane and were waiting outside the barn to greet him.
Joe was a cowboy through and through. He was 56 years old and stood 6-foot-2, with silver hair, grey eyes and he his trademark moustache. He was in very good shape for his age, partly because he and the family worked out every day, but mostly just from the cowboy lifestyle and working on a ranch.
Kat was a former rodeo queen and certified horse trainer. She was 5-foot-2 with blue eyes, shoulder-length brown hair, soft red lips, large natural D-cup breasts with a small horseshoe tattoo on her left breast and a firm heart-shaped ass. Being a cowgirl kept her body lean and fit, looking more like a 20-something than a 42-year-old.
They both had smiles on their faces as Joe shook Mark’s hand.
“We are both so glad you are here and joining the ranch.” Kat said as she hugged him and gave him a passionate kiss.
Kat’s phone alarm went off, and she acknowledged the alarm, then gave Mark and Joe both kisses and said, “Off to another riding lesson.”
Both men stared at her tight jeans and perfect ass as she walked away. Eventually Joe cleared his throat and said, “Go park your trailer and then meet me in the workshop.”
The passionate kiss hadn’t really surprised Mark since they had made love before. In fact, Joe and Mark had fulfilled her threesome fantasy several times. Although Mark and Kat had also been intimate alone before as well. Being swingers at heart had resulted in more than one sexually stimulating multi-day trail ride with customers.
Mark backed his trailer into its usual spot, which was a concrete pad off the southwest corner of the workshop so he could plug in his power cord. He never left water in the tanks and didn’t use the toilet, since the trailer was at the ranch year-round. The lodge was just across the lane, and he could always use the facilities in the workshop if he had to.
With the trailer unhitched and plugged in, Mark left his truck parked in front of the trailer and walked into the workshop.
The workshop was just that, a place where the tools lived and tinkering got done. They demolished the original house and built the larger workshop in its place. It just made sense to use the basement, plumbing, gas and power, even though they couldn’t re-use the old foundation.
As far as workshops go, they built this one right. It looked like a log building, so it would match the lodge for aesthetics. The interior, though, was anything but rustic. It had insulated plywood walls, bright lighting, radiant heaters, epoxy covered concrete, hydraulic lift with a pit, and a washroom with shower. Externally, it had two overhead doors. The tall door was on the end—beside Mark’s trailer—and the other was halfway down the workshop on the side. They equipped the rest of the workshop for blacksmithing, woodworking, leather work and mechanical work.
Joe was busy tuning up the tractor and attaching the blade, so Mark just jumped in and started attaching the closed cabs to the Gators to prepare for the coming winter.
For those of you that don’t know, a Gator is a utility vehicle manufactured by John Deere. Those things can go almost anywhere and have lots of accessories.
Eventually, Maria announced over the radios that lunch was ready.
Maria, the only non-family employee at the ranch, was a Hispanic woman in her 40s, with short black hair, nice C-cup breasts and a very curvy set of hips. She lived on an acreage a few miles away, but her husband worked for an oil & gas company and was often away on business.
Maria enjoyed having a part-time job. It kept her busy and gave her people to socialize with. She worked on the weekends, or whenever anyone was staying at the lodge—almost a full-time job during the summer months. She was the official cook and housekeeper. She cleaned the rooms when people checked out, and she made the lunches and suppers at the lodge.
Her 16-year-old daughter, Sofia, went to the same school as Annabelle and Jason and would hitch a ride home with them. It allowed her to spend time with her boarded horse and whenever there was no school, she would come to the ranch with her mom. She would help with meals, cleaning rooms, landscaping or whatever else they could use her help with, and Joe and Kat paid her for when she was there helping, which made both women happy.
This Saturday though, Sofia had gone to Edmonton with her dad.
As you came into the lodge entrance, the lobby area looked like a campground, complete with artificial turf instead of carpet and a couple of hexagonal picnic tables for eating, playing games, or whatever.
Off to the right side was a feature wall made of logs, with a big natural gas fireplace surrounded by a rock chimney that went all the way to the peak of the roof. There were three couches arranged around it and a TV mounted above the mantle.
One advantage to living in Alberta is the abundance of readily available natural gas, so gas fireplaces were both decorative and useful.
To the left side of the feature wall was a wide hallway with lots of windows, providing lots of natural light looking out into the courtyard area. There were ten rooms down this wing, five rooms on the ground level and five rooms on the upper level.
Each room was roughly 15-foot-square with a dresser, a desk, a king-size bed, two end tables and a PTAC unit mounted below the large central window for individual room heating and cooling. There were no televisions in any of the rooms, but the ranch offered wireless Internet, although most people came out to the ranch to get away from all the technology.
Because of the challenges with plumbing out in the country, there was only a single bathroom with shower on each level, in the room nearest the lobby.
A 20-foot-square gym was on the ground level, where home plate would be, which had a rubberized floor with some free weights, a punching dummy, an elliptical, and one of those multi-gym units that you can do dozens of exercises on. There were windows along the outside walls, looking out into the courtyard; the interior wall on the lobby had two staircases to each side of the upper level side putting the entrance to the gym between the two stairs.
The upper level was an open area with windows along the outside walls and a pull-down projector screen on the front wall with a projector mounted to the ceiling. It was a large enough area for the family’s morning workouts and for small weddings when the weather didn’t cooperate for using the courtyard.
Speaking of weddings, the lodge was becoming a popular place for them, with its rustic ambiance, majestic scenery, accommodations and options for either indoor or outdoor ceremonies, plus there was room for campers or trailers if they needed more accommodations than what the lodge could manage.
To the left of the lobby was the office/store/gift shop, which ran the entire width, except for a door on each side. The right door went to the kitchen and pantry, and the left door connected to the hallway and family washroom. The master bedroom occupied the entire width of the far end wall, with one small bedroom along each wall. The living area was the large open area between the rooms and the kitchen with windows to both sides of the lodge.
The washroom was actually a small locker room with a group shower. It had a single central shower with 4 heads off it. So when having a shower, you were looking at anyone else that was also having a shower. Since they were a fairly sexually liberated family and occasional nudists, it just seemed like a more efficient way of getting cleaned up and ready for the day after their morning workout.
The upper level above the living quarters was just like the upper level on the other wing. There was a washroom and shower closest to the lobby, then five rooms going down the wing. The rooms on this side were larger and featured two queen-size beds with a single night table between them instead of the king-size beds and two night tables.
On the backside of the lodge was the courtyard area, it was a large patio area with artificial turf and designed like a campground. There was a large barbecue and smoker, a few hexagonal picnic tables with umbrellas, a large hot tub, and a central outdoor gas fire pit with benches around it. The kitchen also had a sliding window setup to function as a concession window for the courtyard.
The courtyard area was quite expansive when you considered each wing of the building was almost 100-foot long. There was a waist-high rock wall surrounding it, completing the connection between the two wings.
Lunch was a simple affair, today’s soup was beef barley vegetable and there was a variety of sandwiches, bags of potato chips with soft drinks or bottled water for beverages.
As they sat at one of the picnic tables in the lobby to eat, the lunch conversation was about how things were going and how happy they were to have Mark around to help with the ranch, rides and chores. They also appreciated him not wanting a regular wage, so they had a surprise for him after lunch.
Mark had agreed to not take a wage and just take his usual share of the profits from the trail rides. With the money he had and the low cost of living out on the ranch, his money should easily last him the rest of his days.
As they were finishing lunch, someone came to talk with Joe and since it didn’t look like he would be right back, Kat grabbed Mark’s hand and said it was time for his surprise as she led him upstairs and down the hallway to the room beside the washroom and above the kitchen.
She opened the door and said, “We couldn’t let you live in that trailer through the winter. So this room is now yours!”
Seeing Mark’s vacant look, she added “We can redesign the room if you want. You’re welcome to live here indefinitely, or until we can build your own place like we’ve talked about in the past.”
Mark smiled and said, “I can’t thank you enough for this!”
“I can think of ways!” She said lustily, as she pushed him back on the bed, straddled his waist and started kissing him passionately.
Kat was wearing a long-sleeved unbuttoned cowboy shirt, simply tied at the bottom and a tank top underneath.
As they kissed Mark’s hands squeezed her ass as he pulled them up to a sitting position, Kat was grinding her crotch into his cock as they locked their lips in a passionate kiss. Releasing her firm ass, his hands quickly found their way to her ample bosom, pulling down her tank top and exposing her magnificent breasts and dark nipples. He buried his face in her cleavage, kissing the soft flesh, then squeezed her breasts together, gave her nipples a quick kiss and sucked as she moaned; her hands holding his head to her breast.
Just as he switched to sucking on the other nipple, her phone alarm went off as she moaned and said, “This will have to wait until later! I have a riding lesson to prep for, and it’s already going to be uncomfortable having wet panties and high beams!”
Then she got off, patted the rock hard bulge in his pants, gave him another quick kiss, and said, “Besides, Annabelle called dibs!”
Mark laughed as she turned and left. He knew Annabelle had a crush on him ever since she was probably 11 or 12 years old. She had grown into a gorgeous woman that looked just like her mom, and she didn’t seem turned off because he was almost the same age as her dad.
Mark and Kat had fucked before, but he had never touched Annabelle as she was still under 18. The couple of minutes with Kat had him painfully hard already and now thinking about the 18-year-old teenager had him contemplating masturbation to relieve the pressure, but resisting the urge, he adjusted himself and went back outside to help Joe around the ranch.
He found Joe watching a young woman practicing her barrel racing in the outdoor arena. When he leaned on the fence next to him, Joe asked, “Did Kat show your room to you?”
Mark continued to watch the horse race around the barrels. “Yes, she did! Thank you so much, I wasn’t really looking forward to living in the trailer all winter.”
Joe smiled, then asked, “Did she jump you?”
Mark replied with an air of smugness and pretended to brush something off his shoulder. “She tried, but I resisted her charms.”
Joe laughed. “Yeah, right! She had a lesson to prep for, didn’t she?”
Mark slumped his shoulders, hung his head and feigned resignation. “Yeah.”
Joe chuckled and said, “Good, because Annabelle called dibs! I’m sure you already realize it, but that girl has had a crush on you for years. She just turned 18 when your situation began, then ever since we knew you would come to live out here, she’s been giddy and begged us to let her be the one to welcome you to the ranch. I originally wasn’t sure about it, but she’s 18 now and can make her own choices.”
Historically, Mark had always attended the twins’ birthday party, but now he felt a strong pang of remorse… in all the turmoil he had forgotten Annabelle’s birthday!
Mark forced a smile and acknowledged that he knew she had a crush on him as he returned to watching the horse and rider running the barrels. With this newfound knowledge, he couldn’t stop wondering when the cute teenager would return from her trail ride.
A little while later, Annabelle and her charges rode out of the trailhead, returning from their ride.
She had taken a couple on a 3-hour ride up to a meadow that offered a magnificent view of the surrounding area, but they asked for more time so she had radioed back informing of the schedule update. So it had turned into more like a 5-hour ride. Fortunately, they had started the ride early.
They always carried a radio with them since cellular service back in the woods was poor to non-existent. If there ever was an emergency, they could radio the ranch and someone could race out there in a Gator.
She dismounted and ran toward Mark with an enormous smile on her face. Jumping at him from a few feet away, forcing him to catch her and immediately wrapping her arms and legs around him. “I’m so happy my favourite uncle is going to be living on the ranch!” She said as she broke the hug and gave him a very passionate kiss.
As with close family friends, they had always referred to him as Uncle Mark, although there was no genetic family connection.
The kiss surprised Mark a bit and Annabelle couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants rubbing against her. Just like her mother, she started grinding her crotch against his cock through their clothes, while her smile just got bigger and bigger. “Are you happy to see me?”
Mark just smiled. “My sweet Annabelle, I’m always happy to see you!” He then returned her passionate kiss as his hands squeezed her ass.
Smiling, she let go of him and hopped down. She grabbed two of the horses and started walking to the barn. As she got to the entrance, she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me with these horses?”
Mark snapped back to reality, grabbed the reins of the remaining horse, and followed her into the barn.
Annabelle was the epitome of a farmer’s daughter. She obviously got her looks from her mother. Slightly taller at 5-foot-7, brown eyes, long brown hair, soft red lips, pearly white teeth, large natural DD-cup breasts and a nice firm heart shaped ass that looked incredible in a pair of jeans.
People often thought they were sisters, rather than mother and daughter! They both could have been models, but they preferred being outdoors in cowboy boots and hats with jeans and button up long sleeve shirts. She absolutely loved being around the horses. Since this was her last year of high school, she was still deciding if she wanted to go away to college or university or stay here and help run the ranch. They had accepted her to every post-secondary institution she had applied to, including the regional college, which was close and was a very agriculture-oriented institution.
They led the three horses into the barn and to their stalls. Then took off the saddles and bridles and stored them in their lockers. Finally, brushing the horses down and making sure they had food and water.
Then they went to her horse’s stall, but as soon as they entered, she pushed Mark into a corner.
Despite the height difference, they locked their lips in a passionate kiss as Annabelle’s hands were rapidly undoing Mark’s pants and pulling out his still hard cock, which was a fairly impressive circumcised 9 inches.
She licked her lips and dropped to her knees. “Let me take care of this before you make a mess in your pants. I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with that embarrassment on your first day.”
She licked up and down his shaft before taking the head into her mouth. Then began slowly sucking while stroking his cock. Since he had already been hard for a while and hadn’t had sex in over a year, Mark knew he would not last very long.
Annabelle must have suspected as much and, when she figured he was getting close, she cupped his balls and worked his cock deep into her throat. He couldn’t hold back and started cumming. She kept her lips wrapped around his cock while she continued to caress his balls. She swallowed every drop, then stood up and gave him a deep, passionate kiss that threatened to revive his softening organ.
He could taste his own cum on her lips, but it didn’t bother him.
“That should make you feel better, plus maybe you’ll last a little longer tonight!” Then, with a mischievous smile and raises of her eyebrows, she said, “I’m not sure if mom and dad told you, but I get to be your house warming present, or more precisely, your bed warming present tonight!”
“So I’ve been told!” He said as he slipped his hands inside her pants to squeeze her ass. She inhaled deeply when his hands made it down to where he could slide a finger between her legs, where her pussy was soaking wet.
They both jumped when a voice behind them said, “Get a room!”
Jason had returned from taking a family of four on a day ride to the high lake, two valleys over.
Mark licked Annabelle’s pussy juice off his finger and said, “Mmm! That’s a good idea, Jason! Your parents gave me a room!”
So he playfully picked Annabelle up, threw her over his shoulder, holding her ass and rubbing her crotch through her pants, and started carrying her out of the stall.
She moaned as she laughed. “Put me down! We need to take care of the horses first!”
Mark reluctantly put Annabelle down so she could care for Moonrise and went to help Jason with the horses he had just brought in. Annabelle joined the guys when she finished with Moonrise, and they finished taking care of the horses.
Jason was Annabelle’s twin. He was as tall as his father—at 6-foot-2—and, being raised around the ranch, he was nothing but lean muscle with the body of Adonis. He excelled in every sport he took part in and was one of the region’s top hockey prospects. However, when he failed to get drafted, his girlfriend dumped him since it looked like he was going to stick around this area, rather than taking her away with him.
Her shallowness really bothered him at first, but he eventually got over her. Concentrating instead on school, hockey, and the ranch.
Right when they were finishing up, Maria announced over the radios that supper would be ready in 10 minutes.
“Oh good! I’m starving.” Jason said, as he ran off to the lodge.
Mark pushed Annabelle up against the stall and kissed her as he slipped his hand down the front of her pants, finding her pussy was still wet. Annabelle just moaned as Mark said, “Hmm, 10 minutes, eh?”
He slipped two fingers into her as she moaned into the kiss. As the kiss broke, he withdrew his fingers and licked her juices off of them. “Mmm, you taste good! I bet it tastes better from the source!”
He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then turned her around to face the stall and lifted her up so her waist was level with the top rail of the stall. While bent over the top rail of the stall, Mark pulled down her pants and spread her ass, revealing her beautiful hairless slit.
As he licked deep into her pussy, he confirmed his assumption. “It’s definitely better direct from the source!”
He then pushed two fingers back inside her, rubbing her g-spot as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. It only took a couple of minutes before she began to orgasm from his ministrations. At the onset of her climax, he removed his fingers and buried his face into her sex, licking deeply as her pussy contracted around his tongue.
When her orgasm subsided, she jumped down off the rail, and with her pants still around her ankles, she kissed Mark passionately and then licked her juices off his face. “I needed that! Now let’s go eat!”
Annabelle pulled up her pants, and they walked back to the lodge.
Kat took one look at Annabelle and mouthed, ‘Did you guys just fuck?’
Annabelle furrowed her brow and shook her head.
Kat pointed to her own crotch and then pointed at Annabelle, who looked down at her own crotch and saw that it looked like she had wet herself.
She giggled, blushed, and excused herself to go change. Within minutes, returning wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
Supper was in the lobby area of the lodge with the day riders, as their package included the meal they chose before they left that morning. Tonight was steak, sweet potatoes, green beans, carrots and fresh-made buns.
It was a nice, friendly meal with pleasant conversation. The riders just talked about how beautiful it was up in the mountains and how lucky they were to live among such beauty. They also asked about the other trails and about the multi-day trail rides.
The day riders left after supper, since they had a 2 hour drive back to the city, but vowed that they were definitely going to come back to try some other trails.
After that, the ranch was pretty quiet since there was no one staying in the lodge.
Kat reminded everyone that there was a group of 13 from Europe that had booked the entire lodge for the week, including lessons on Monday, trail rides Tuesday through Thursday and a day ride on Friday. There were only three families, but they were giving each of the kids their own room, using 10 rooms in total.
They had made the booking a month and a half ago, but they could always cancel until the week before. This was welcome news, as it was some extra income before the end of the season, plus they now had Mark’s help.
Jason excused himself and left to go play video games, while Joe, Kat, Mark and Annabelle continued to talk about the recent booking.
Kat said she suspected the group was a bunch of nudists from the way they talked on the phone, but didn’t think they would get nude on the ride. While they were experiencing an Indian summer, the weather wasn’t that warm! She figured they booked the entire lodge so they would have some privacy.
Joe just hoped that the Indian summer would hold out just a week longer.
They didn’t advertise the ranch as being clothing optional, but there was one review on the website from a group of nudists that gave them 5 stars, saying they had an awesome time and would recommend them to anybody! Originally, they discussed removing the review, but then left it since the group was fun. They had lots of awesome sex during their stay and it was a niche market with little competition!
After that talk was over, Joe and Kat said they were going to hit the hay and left, which prompted Annabelle to straddle Mark’s lap, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. “Wanna go to my room or, better yet, your room?”
Mark’s cock started hardening the second Annabelle straddled him, so he slipped his hands through the leg openings of her shorts. Mark grabbed her ass, picked her up and carried her up to his bedroom and sat her on end of the bed. They were kissing passionately and their hands were roaming each other's bodies as they started removing their clothes.
Once they were naked, Annabelle sniffed the air, then herself, grabbed Mark by the cock and said, “Showers!” Then leading him to the locker room.
When they arrived, it was clear to both of them that Joe was fucking Kat from behind. His hands were squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Kat was moaning and had her eyes closed.
Mark didn’t think he could get any harder, but apparently he could and Annabelle could feel it too, so they backed out of the locker room and simply went to the double lounge chair out in the courtyard. She straddled Mark as he sat on the lounger. His cock ended up right where it needed to be as he slid into her silky depths.
They slowly fucked with Annabelle in her cowgirl position. Her breasts pressed against his chest and their lips locked together in a passionate kiss.
“Harder… faster,” she urged him on.
They turned around so Annabelle was in a missionary position so Mark could watch his cock sliding in and out of the nubile teenager. Realizing he would not last much longer, Annabelle seemed to sense it and she begged, “Please Mark, cum in me. I want to feel you explode deep inside. Make me a woman!”
Mark reached his tipping point and his cum started erupting deep into Annabelle’s pussy. His climax triggering another orgasm for her, causing her pussy to spasm around his twitching cock, making sure she had drained his balls of every drop of his precious seed.
Satiated from their quick sexual encounter, Mark pulled her up off the lounger and kissed her deeply.
They walked to the shower naked, just in time to watch Kat jerking Joe off into her mouth and all over her face and boobs.
Annabelle said, “You go mom, give it to her dad!” to make their presence known as they entered the locker room, turned on their showers and adjusted the temperatures.
With Joe spent, he finished his shower, exited, and started drying himself off.
Kat washed Joe’s cum off her face and breasts, and was now eyeing Mark as she soaped up her breasts and pussy, making sure they were squeaky clean. Kat noticed the cum dripping down the inside of Annabelle’s thigh as she got a gleam in her eye. “I see you’ve taken her cherry and made her a woman!”
Mark was shocked as he looked at Annabelle and asked, “You were a virgin?”
Annabelle nodded. “Yes, I’ve been saving myself for someone special, and that someone was you! Though I will admit that I have been using mom’s dildos so I wouldn’t appear so inexperienced.”
Kat then exited the shower and dried herself off, while Annabelle and Mark hastily finished their showers.
Kat kissed both Mark and Annabelle good night. Then, as she was leaving, she turned to her daughter and said, “Don’t wear him out too much, I might want some of that tomorrow!”
They finished their showers and retired to Mark’s room, where she eventually coaxed another load of cum into her pussy. Having cum twice as much today as in the previous year, Mark and Annabelle drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Sunday morning, Mark’s stomach muscles were sore from the previous night’s activities, but spending that much energy gave him an excellent night’s sleep. But he still woke up at the crack of dawn, or more precisely, the crack of Annabelle.
Since her back was to him, his morning wood was between her legs. She was holding it against her nether lips as she rocked her hips back and forth. Now sensing he was awake, she rolled over, positioned his cock at her tunnel of love, and impaled herself.
Although he needed to go to the washroom, she rode him fast and furious, like she was on a mission. Having those wonderful breasts bouncing above his face, he couldn’t resist massaging them and sucking on those perfect nipples. Soon she started to cum, and the contractions inside her pussy triggered him to squirt another load of cum deep into her teen pussy.
They looked deep into each other’s eyes, kissed each other passionately and then both said, “Good morning!”
When they finished laughing, Annabelle dismounted, grabbed a tissue and wiped away the cum that was leaking out of her pussy and said, “Let’s go work out!”
Mark’s stomach muscles were already sore, so as he rubbed his stomach, he jokingly asked, “Wasn’t that what we just did?”
Laughing, Annabelle teased and said, “We need to get you in shape. I’ll do what I can, but there is only so much I can do in that department!”
They got dressed in shorts and t-shirts walked to the workout area, where Joe and Kat were already waiting.
Kat asked, “So, Mark, how did you sleep last night?”
Mark joked. “Horizontally and with my eyes closed! Why?”
Kat laughed. “No, did Annabelle take good care of you last night?”
Mark faked a groan and rubbed his stomach. “She was incredible! I think she’s part Energizer bunny as she just kept going and going and going….”
Annabelle cut him off, saying, “No! I was cumming, not going!”
They were all laughing when Jason then arrived and asked, “What was so funny?”
Kat said, “Annabelle wore Mark out last night!”
Once everyone was ready, Kat started a 30-minute workout video.
The well-paced workout featured some incredible scenery. The wall of the gym had lots of windows overlooking the courtyard, trees and mountains beyond, but Mark’s view was Annabelle’s ass. Kat was to her right with Joe behind her, and Jason settled in beside Mark.
Once the workout finished, Joe left to hit the showers. He was always first. Starting breakfast was his thing.
Jason, being the self-appointed troublemaker, stated, “Annabelle might need a tune-up. She is leaking fluids down her leg!” Laughing, he left to hit the showers.
Kat sauntered over to Mark, then motioned for Annabelle to join her. “We probably should have gone over this before today, but there’s no better time than the present.”
Kat then grabbed Mark’s shorts and pulled them down, leaving his cock bobbing in the open air.
“Annabelle, is this the cock that’s been trying to breed you?”
Annabelle played along as she grabbed Mark’s cock and inspected it. “Yup, that’s the one!”
The two women kneeled in front of Mark.
Kat licked her lips and started stroking his cock. “Just so you know, the person it’s connected to isn’t always in control. These things can sometimes think for themselves.”
“That would explain why it was hard this morning when Mark was still sleeping!” Annabelle feigned realization.
Kat laughed. “That’s called morning wood! It can happen when they are having sexy dreams—or they need to pee!”
Annabelle moaned. “It was hard, so I put it inside me. Fucking it felt good, but it felt incredible when it squirted inside me!”
Kat kept stroking as she inspected his cock. “It is a nice sized cock, and it has good blood flow judging by how hard it is.” She then cupped his balls, “Those are some good sized balls too! Do they produce big loads of cum?”
“I don’t know! It’s only squirted in my mouth and my pussy, so I can’t speak to the volume.”
Kat smiled as she continued stroking his cock. “Just so you know, you can also let it fuck your ass, and you don’t always have to let it squirt inside you. When he gets close, you can pump it with your hands and make it squirt all over you. Personally, I love making them squirt on my face and all over my breasts. See how hard it is? Maybe we should make it cum so we can assess its volume?”
Annabelle nodded in agreement as she looked into Mark’s eyes with a glimmer of mischief and a sinister grin on her face.
Mark was very hard by this time and starting to leak, as Kat continued her lesson. “See the clear liquid that’s oozing out the tip? That’s called precum!”
Kat then took a lick, stroked a few more times to produce more, then offered Annabelle a lick. “See? It doesn’t taste bad!”
Kat looked into Mark’s eyes and smiled as she started stroking faster, then she looked at Annabelle and asked, “But you know what tastes even better?”
Annabelle looked into Mark’s eyes and licked her lips as her mom continued stroking Mark’s cock. Then she looked at her mom, took a deep breath and said, “Bacon!”
Everyone now noticing the smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen.
Kat laughed. “Exactly!”
Both women got up and left for the showers, leaving Mark standing there with his shorts around his ankles and his cock bobbing out in the open.
He sighed as he pulled up his shorts and proceeded down to the showers. “Damn cock teases!”
Upon entering the locker room, his erection returned instantly at the sight of two gorgeous women washing their naked bodies. Mark undressed himself and turned on his own shower.
Throughout his shower, both women continued to tease him by blatantly playing with their breasts, pussies, and asses. His cock was almost painfully hard by the time they turned off their showers.
While they were drying themselves off, Kat was bent over drying her hair as Annabelle grabbed Mark’s cock, pointed it toward her mother and mouthed the words. “Fuck her!”
Mark got behind Kat and, seeing her pussy already glistening with wetness, slid his cock in to the hilt, causing Kat to moan.
Annabelle sat on the bench playing with herself, while Mark pumped his cock in and out of Kat’s mostly hairless slit with just a small, dark landing strip above her clit. Kat’s large breasts swaying with the motion as she pinched and pulled her nipples.
It didn’t take long before she felt Mark get even harder, at which time she looked back over her shoulder and said, “Fill me, Mark! Annabelle’s had lots of your cum. It’s my turn!”
Her encouragement prompted Mark’s orgasm as he began pumping hot cum deep inside his best friend’s wife. Feeling his warm release, Kat started bucking her ass back to draw him in deeper, her Kegel muscles milking every drop of cum out of him.
Annabelle was close behind in achieving her own orgasm as she finger-fucked herself on the bench.
As everyone finished up, the smell of bacon returned to the forefront of their senses.
They quickly dressed and went out to the lobby for breakfast.
The breakfast conversation was mostly about upcoming events and plans for the day until everyone’s phone alarms went off at 7AM.
8AM was typically when boarders started showing up at the ranch, so that gave them an hour to get started on the chores and the ranch open for business. Trail rides and day rides could start as early as 9AM, but people had to show up at least 30 minutes prior to their trail ride to assess the rider and get them setup with a horse.
They staggered start times if they could, but day rides had to be on the trail by 9AM, so they would be back in time for supper.
They didn’t have any lessons or rides booked for Sunday. But people often just came out without notice, hoping they could get a riding lesson or go on a quick trail ride.
Kat was going to run into the city to do some shopping and to restock the pantry for the group that was coming in. She asked Annabelle to assist her, leaving the guys to do the chores and get the ranch ready for the day.
With the breakfast table cleared and the dishwasher started, Kat grabbed her jacket and keys, kissed Mark and Joe and asked if anyone needed anything that wasn’t on the list? With no one adding any requests, the girls left for the city.
Mark and Jason went to do the daily chores. They comprised feeding and watering the horses in the barn, while Joe took a Gator along the fence line to see if they needed repairs.
If they required any repairs, they would redirect horses to another paddock or pasture and then put fence repair on the task list.
First, they released the ranch mares out into the pasture. Then they guided the boarded horses to their individual paddocks. Last, they put the ranch stallions in one of the smaller group pastures. They would then feed and water the outdoor boarded horses and tend to the budget boarded horses in the group pastures.
After that, they would move on to mucking out a few stalls, following a schedule which made sure they cleaned each stall every couple of days. With the regular chores done, the ranch seemed to have an endless list of items that needed to get done at some point. It just wasn’t always top priority items.
The rest of the day was pretty easy, as they each did a few of the easier tasks that were on the list. A few people came out to spend some time with their horses, but that was about it.
When Kat and Annabelle returned from the city, everyone helped unload the truck. There was a lot to pack in and put away with a week’s worth of food for the extra 13 people.
They didn’t do individual meals like a restaurant, but they gave the group a menu and they had to select which meal they would have each day for supper.
Breakfasts would always include bacon, scrambled eggs, fruit, yogurt, toast, bagels and throw in either pancakes, waffles, or French toast to mix it up a bit. Lunches would be soup and sandwiches, plus leftovers from the night before, and then suppers each night were the main course the patrons had chosen.
A chinook had settled in and the weather was unseasonably warm. Everyone had spent most of the day outside, getting various tasks done before the snow eventually came.
Around 4:30PM, it was getting dark. All five of them were sitting on top of the fence to the pasture, watching the horses and talking about everything.
Annabelle put two fingers to her mouth and whistled.
Within a minute, her horse came running up to her. After a couple of scratches on the forehead, she produced an apple—from seemingly out of nowhere—and fed it to Moonrise. Then she transferred from the fence to the horse and went for a quick ride. Moonrise was a beautiful Buckskin thoroughbred, with black stockings and mane with a star on her face, but she was just a pony at only 13 hands.
As Annabelle was off riding, Joe looked at Mark and said, “We should probably find you a horse to call your own, rather than just using trail horses like you had used in the past.”
Joe called Annabelle over and told her to go round up the horses and bring them back to the barn before it was dark. Annabelle rode off into the pasture as Joe, Mark and Jason went to the barn and Kat went inside to start supper.
Within a couple of minutes, the horses started filing into the barn and going to their usual stalls. Horses really are quite smart animals!
Joe’s horse, Chief, was a big black Arabian stallion nearly 16 hands high. Kat’s horse, Applejack, was a black and white Appaloosa mare that was 15 hands high. Jason’s horse, Spitfire, was a former racing thoroughbred. The Bay mare was 15 hands high and still slightly high strung, but had been calming down since moving to the ranch.
After they had finished brushing down the horses and making sure they had food and water, there was still no sign of Annabelle.
Mark found the bucket by the door that had the apples, so he grabbed one and walked back down the chute toward the pasture. He found Annabelle having a troublesome time getting the big Palomino; they called Buck to return to the barn.
Buck was a recent addition to the ranch. He was a massive stallion at nearly 18 hands high, which made him look absolutely huge when compared to Annabelle and little Moonrise.
Mark stood at the pasture gate watching Annabelle chase Buck around until they came to a sort of stand-off about 20 yards from the gate. They had named him Buck, because no one could ride him without getting bucked off.
Mark pulled the apple out of his pocket, took a bite, and held it in the air.
After a minute, the big Palomino started walking toward Mark. Mark let him eat the apple out of his hand and, when he finished, he nuzzled Mark, looking for more apples.
Mark laughed, patted the big horse on the neck and started talking to the horse about the pushy girl that was always trying to make guys do what she wanted them to, not what they wanted to do. He continued to gossip to the horse about the girls, as he guided Buck over toward the fence and climbed up on the rail.
Buck barely flinched when Mark grabbed his mane, swung his leg over, and mounted him.
Joe had been watching the entire thing from the back of the barn. When the four of them started walking out into the pasture, Joe just laughed and shook his head as he turned to walk back through the barn toward the lodge.
During their ride, Mark brought up the events of last night and this morning.
Annabelle blushed a bit when she thought about it, before admitting that she’d had a crush on him for years. Mark, of course, reminding her he was as old as her father.
She said, “I know I can’t marry you or anything, and I’ll try not to get jealous when you find someone else. I just wanted someone that I loved and trusted to be my first. I’ve dated a couple of boys, but I found them immature, as they were just interested in trying to fuck me so they could mark another point on their imaginary sexual conquest scorecards. You are my idea of the perfect man. Kind, protective, caring, funny and a cowboy. So I focused on school and the ranch, happy to wait until I can find a guy closer to my age that could compare to you.”
Then she got an almost evil grin on her face. “But now that you’re here and don’t seem to mind fucking me—what’s the rush?”
Mark laughed, “I still can’t believe you don’t care about my age. But—as a guy—I’m not about to turn away the love and affection of a woman as sweet as you. I’ll try not to fall in love, but no guarantees. Some young guy will eventually catch your eye and claim you.”
They continued riding for a few minutes, until Annabelle got a text message saying supper would be ready soon, so they pointed the horses toward the barn and let them run.
For those of you that don’t know, riding a horse bareback at a gallop is not a simple thing to do!
Soon they were back at the pasture gate. They dismounted and walked the horses the short distance to the barn. With the horses back in their stalls, they gave them a quick brush down, a bucket of oats, and an apple. Then headed back to the lodge where they cleaned up and got ready for supper.
Supper that night was spaghetti, something they traditionally had on Sunday nights. It was quick and easy and kind of capped off the weekends, which were always the busiest days of the week.
As soon as they dished everyone up and were eating, Joe said, “Mark, it looks like you found yourself a horse! Good thing too, because I can’t put just anybody on big ole Buck!”
Kat snickered and said, “It’s fitting too, because they both have enormous cocks!”
Jason just put his hands over his ears and cried, “TMFI!”
Joe just laughed, looked at Kat, and said, “Really? At the supper table?”
After everyone finished laughing, further light-hearted conversation ensued.
With the leftovers stored away, and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher, Joe announced he was going to go watch the news and weather before bed. Kat joined him, while Annabelle and Jason both said they still had homework to do.
Since he was on his own, Mark went to relax in the hot tub for a bit before hitting the hay. After all, his abs were sore from all the sex over the past day and a half.
He went out to the courtyard, took the cover off the hot tub, stripped down and climbed in. Making sure not to turn the jets or mood lights on.
Relaxing in a hot tub under a starlit sky with only the sounds of nature around you is such a perfect environment to relax in. Plus, without all the light pollution, your eyes become adjusted to the low light conditions and you can see the stars better.
After soaking for a while, and since the night wasn’t that cold, Mark decided he was just going to lie on a lounge chair near the fireplace.
As he was lying there in the fire's warmth, enjoying the ambiance of the night, he fell asleep.
He dreamed about how different his life was going to be now. Then started dreaming about Annabelle and Kat; their voluptuous breasts, tight heart-shaped asses, and perfect hairless pussies.
Of course, his cock hardened from the dream. He then started dreaming that Annabelle was giving him a blowjob. But was it a dream? It actually felt like a warm mouth engulfed his cock.
Maybe Annabelle actually snuck outside to surprise him? Or maybe Kat did? Either way, he really didn’t want to wake up and ruin the dream.
Not wanting to open his eyes, his hand moved down to run his fingers through the hair of the girl giving him a blowjob. When he felt fur instead of hair, his eyes shot open to see who his fellatrix was.
What he saw was a beautiful creature that looked like a cross between a cat and a human, with fine, light blond fur and markings that looked like a cheetah.
Realizing his family jewels were in her hand, with potentially sharp claws, and his cock was in her mouth, with potentially sharp teeth—he decided that startling her might not be in his best interests!
He continued to pet her fur and then, in a calm, non-threatening voice, he asked, “Mmm, that feels incredible! Who are you?”
She looked at him with wide eyes. Eyes like a cat, irises that were mostly gold, with a touch of green around the pupils, and black streaks that ran down her cheeks from beneath her eyes. Her ears were like cats, closer to the top of her head rather than the side. They were twitching and turning as she was listening for other activity. Her nose and lips slightly protruded from her face, like a cat, but her lips looked more human-like than cat-like.
Sensing he wasn’t afraid of her, she said, “Laruun.” All the while looking around, watching for potential dangers and planning her escape route in case anyone else came out.
“Relax Laruun, it’s just me out here and, even if the others come out here, I will protect you! Besides, what you’re doing feels nice, so I’m not about to stop you!”
“You are not afraid of me?”
“Should I be?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Before she could say anything else, Mark cut her off. “I didn’t think so!”
She was still stroking Mark’s cock as she talked. “I don’t want to hurt you or anybody, but encounters with your kind in the past usually involve me getting shot at!”
“So, what made you come to me tonight?”
“I was watching you when you were talking to the horse, so since you can talk to other animals, maybe you would talk with me?”
Mark laughed. “I can’t really talk to animals, but I don’t think I would classify you as an animal, either. Plus, what you were doing felt great, but wasn’t talking! Who are you anyway?”
At Mark’s comment, Laruun—realizing she was still stroking Mark’s cock—grinned, revealing that her teeth looked almost like a human’s, except for the upper and lower canines, pronounced, but only slightly. “I am not from this planet. The ship I was on crashed here 10 years ago.”
“Are there more of your kind here?”
“I am the only one of my kind. I was not talking, because you were naked.” Then, with a slight pause, she said, “I could not resist the opportunity. I have not had intimacy with a male since before I left home and you just looked so vulnerable.”
“Ahh, now I understand! You’re horny and want to have sex?” Mark said as he petted her back, noting that it caused her tail to twitch, which caught Mark’s attention. Just like a cat, if he petted far enough down her back, she raised her ass and started purring!
She practically begged. “Would you mate with me? Please?”
Her ass, although covered in thin fur, looked very human like with girlish looking hips, not a young girl, but more like the beginning of adolescence, except for her tail. Her face structure looked like a cat, but she did not have whiskers and her mouth featured white, human-like teeth, except for the larger canine teeth and light pink lips that looked human.
Under her torso, she did not have nipples like a cat, instead having two slightly swollen areas near her front legs covered in light fur with light pink nipples. Fur covered her entire body. The only part that seemed to be devoid of fur was the area directly under her tail, which hid her ass and pussy. Her front and rear legs were very feline, complete with paws, but the digits on her paws were like short fingers and she had an opposable thumb.
“Hmm, let me think about it.” He jokingly pondered while holding on to her thick muscular tail and making her move her ass toward him.
Her tail connected to her spine, but as he lifted her tail, her pink asshole and puffy pink pussy looked very inviting. Seeing her pussy flare reminded him of a cat in heat. Her scent was very noticeable, sweet smelling, and her pussy looked wet.
Mark slid a finger through her wet pussy, making her purr even louder. Then he slipped his finger inside, curious if it felt the same.
Satisfied that she was very female in all the right places, he said, “It would be my pleasure to help you during your time of need.”
On hearing that, Laruun turned around, pointed her ass toward Mark with her tail in the air, stretched her arms out in front of her and lowered her face to the ground.
Thinking that was how they did it on her planet, Mark got off the lounge chair and got on his knees behind her, lined up his cock, grabbed her hips and slowly slid his cock into her pulsing, hot, wet pussy.
She was purring like crazy, but at the thought of having sex with an alien, plus her pulsing pussy, Mark knew he would not last very long. So he stopped and pulled out of her.
She turned around with a worried look on her face. “You dislike coupling with me?”
Seeing her distress, Mark assured her. “It’s not that, you feel too good! If I don’t change positions, I would cum inside you too soon.”
“But males always climax quickly!”
“Maybe where you’re from, but around here we like to enjoy each other.” He said as he laid back on the lounge chair and told her to climb on top, not sure if she would appreciate the missionary position yet.
“I do not understand. This is not the way we couple.”
Mark gestured to her. “Just try it! You might like it!”
Laruun climbed on top of the chair and when Mark could grab her ass, he guided her into a cowgirl position but with her feet near his ribcage and her arms above his shoulders. Then he guided her down until his cock entered her pussy again. Then she caught on and started raising and lowering her pussy. In this position, her clit would rub on the base of his cock, making it feel better than she had ever felt before. So she enthusiastically kept going.
Once she got the hang of it, Mark toyed with her ass and the base of her tail with one hand, while the other hand pulled her upper torso toward him with the goal of sucking on one of her nipples. Laruun had never felt such intimacy and her orgasm overwhelmed her, which caused her entire body to shake and eventually collapse on top of him.
Mark figured it was just sensory overload and that she’d recover soon, so he kept slowly pumping his cock into her pulsing pussy.
When Laruun came to, she looked into his eyes and smiled. So Mark brought her in for a deep, passionate kiss as he continued to fuck her. The kiss was awkward with the shape of her mouth, but they soon figured it out.
When they broke the kiss, Mark squeezed one of her breasts, which caused her eyes to open wide and her mouth to make an “O” shape. He then flicked his tongue on her nipple and then suck it into his mouth. It surprised Mark when sweet tasting milk landed on his tongue. He let go of her nipple with his lips and looked into her eyes, which shone with adoration.
Then he smiled, licked off the drop of milk that hung off her nipple, and resumed suckling from her tiny breast.
It surprised Laruun that Mark hadn’t cum yet. Yearning to feel his seed inside her, she sped up her pace. Looking into his eyes while he sucked her breasts, she soon brought him to the edge.
As his lips left her breast, another drop of milk beaded on her nipple. Mark groaned and closed his eyes and started erupting cum deep into her.
Feeling the burst of warmth inside her triggered another orgasm, and soon she passed out on top of him again.
After a minute, she came around and Mark was holding her lovingly, while his cock was softening inside her.
Laruun said, “That was so much better than coupling with males on my planet. They simply mount us and climax within a dozen strokes. Females then have to deal with getting their own orgasms.”
She lay down in the lounger with Mark and they talked about many things until he realized how late it was and that he should get to bed. It saddened Laruun, but agreed that she should also get back.
Mark responded, “I am glad you visited tonight. Come back anytime.”
“I would love that, but what about the others?”
“I’ll talk to them tomorrow and see what kind of reaction I get. I think they’ll be OK with you.” Then he jokingly said, “Or they’ll assume that I’ve gone crazy and put me in an institution! The problem is there’s supposed to be a sizeable group coming in for the entire week and they may not be so understanding, so I’ll meet you away from the lodge.”
He brushed his hand on the side of her cheek and kissed her, saying, “I hope to see you again, my sexy kitten!”
Then he picked up his clothes, turned off the fire pit and went to his bedroom!
Laruun watched Mark go, then jumped the fence and ran off into the night, eager to return and tell the others about her adventure.
Mark woke up at 6AM to find a naked Annabelle trying to sneak into his bed.
Losing the element of surprise, she pulled away the sheets, climbed over him and gave him a chaste kiss before moving down and taking his cock into her mouth.
After a few seconds though, she stopped, licked her lips, looked at him quizzically and said, “You have a different flavour today—it’s very sweet!”
Mark just smiled, with a very satisfied look. “So, it wasn’t a dream! That would be alien cum!”
Annabelle gave him a look like she thought he was crazy, as his cock steadily grew in her hand. “Alien cum? Sure! Whatever it is, I like it!”
She then returned to licking and sucking his cock to full hardness.
Mark looked at the clock, “It is! I promise I’ll tell you about it later! If you want to fuck before the workout, we need to hurry.”
Skeptical, but satisfied that she would get her answer later, she mounted him cowgirl style and guided his cock into her pussy.
Mark loved getting fucked in that position, primarily for the view. He loved watching beautiful voluptuous breasts swaying and bouncing in front of his face. He also liked to suck on those sensitive nipples. It also freed his hands to hold and squeeze their firm ass cheeks. Unfortunately, it always took forever for him to cum in that position, which was another reason he liked the cowgirl position. It gave him staying power.
After a few minutes of watching the nubile teenager fucking herself on his cock, they switched to doggy position, which was Mark’s other favourite position. But it had the opposite effect of cowgirl, as he never lasted long. There’s just something about watching a woman’s ass and pussy as your cock slides in and out of it. That just feels too good!
It didn’t take but a minute in that position until Mark was erupting cum deep inside of Annabelle.
What a way to wake up and get the blood pumping!
Sated, they got out of bed, went next door to the washroom, cleaned up, got dressed, and then made their way to the workout area.
As soon as they arrived, they began their 30-minute workout. Afterwards hitting the showers, with Kat and Joe always going first, so they could go get breakfast started.
Soon they were eating French toast and looking out at the ranch until everyone’s alarms went off at 7AM.
Annabelle and Jason went to get ready for school, while Mark and Joe proceeded to the barn to turn out the horses and start the chores.
It was a cool day, though normal for this time of the year, with the temperature hovering around 4C. It looked like the Indian summer was finally over. If that the European group was a bunch of nudists, they wouldn’t get nude on the ride today, but maybe around the lodge tonight.
Just before 8AM, Kat received a call from the group. They had received an emergency call in the middle of the night—after the business day had begun in Sweden—informing them that the company they owned was the subject of a hostile takeover. They were currently at the airport waiting to fly back and had to cancel the ranch visit.
They acknowledged the cancellation policy, but explained it was unavoidable, and said they would book the trip for next summer, so that maybe they could go on one of the multi-day trail rides.
As soon as the phone conversation ended, Kat radioed the boys, informing them about the cancellation. She then called Maria and told her to come over and take some food home, since they could not eat it all this week.
The guys finished the chores, went back to the lodge, poured themselves cups of coffee and looked over the to-do list.
Since they had gotten all the major items completed with the warmer weather, there were no immediate priorities, so they took it easy for the day.
Sitting around one of the lobby picnic tables drinking coffee, they started playing some card games and talking about Joe’s plans for the ranch.
Joe always had these grandiose dreams for the ranch. They had bought the ranch for a steal as the previous owner was getting up there in age and, after his wife passed away, he just didn’t have the drive anymore. Joe bought the ranch, the land and the couple of horses the guy had, and the man moved into a senior complex in town.
The ranch was quite run down after years of disrepair, but it had 240 acres, which was plenty for setting up a boarding business. Plus, it bordered crown land and foothills, which made it perfect for setting up a trail riding business.
So far, they had built the lodge, then demolished the old house and built the workshop, but the dream was to build a small community. With a mix of permanent and rental cabins, a saloon and a store. They had the space. It was just a matter of time and money. Sure, it was two hours from either of the big cities, but that was closer than many of the mountain retreats and lake houses people often went on weekends.
After a bit of daydreaming, they asked Mark how he was doing after his first couple of days at the ranch and whether he wanted to continue to live in the lodge or look at building his own cabin.
Without even having to think about it, he said, “This was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Not only getting to live and work on the ranch, but being surrounded by friends, beautiful women and sexy aliens. As for the cabin, I’m still undecided right now.”
Joe and Kat both looked confused, as Joe asked, “Say what now? Aliens?”
Mark told them all about his encounter with Laruun, describing her as an alien that looked like a cross between a human and a cheetah, and that she crashed here about 10 years ago.
“10 years?” Joe and Kat questioned simultaneously as they looked at each other.
Joe leaned back, looked at Kat, and voiced what they were both thinking. “10 years, eh? That makes sense of a lot of things!”
The statement confused Mark, as he asked, “What makes sense of what things?”
Joe sat back and recalled the event. “It was toward the middle of October. We were just about finished the construction of the lodge and we were living in the old house. I had just finished the evening chores and was walking back to the house when there was a deafening roar and something streaked across the sky around 9PM. It scared us and the horses half to death. It seemed pretty low to the ground, so we figured it was a meteorite that might have hit up near the high lake.”
Kat then said, “The next day a bunch of government science type people showed up and set up a base of operations at the ranch. They scoured the foothills for over two weeks. All they found were some burnt trees and some burn marks on the ground near the high lake, but no impact crater and no meteorite. They sent divers into the lake and took some water and soil samples, but they said they couldn’t find anything extraterrestrial or out of the ordinary. At the end of the second week, they found some human remains that they suspected wolves or bears had attacked. I’m not sure if they ever identified who it was?”
After a bit of a pause, Joe asked, “So you’re saying you actually met one of these aliens, and she looks like a cheetah?”
Mark smiled and said, “Well, it was a pretty intimate meeting—we ended up having sex.”
Kat laughed. “I’m not surprised. I’d be pretty horny too if I hadn’t gotten laid in over 10 years—plus, you have a nice package!”
Joe then continued. “A cheetah makes some sense, too. After that night, there have been several sightings of a big cat with spots up in the hills. I thought maybe they were just talking about a lynx or possibly a cougar, but now maybe those stories weren’t so far-fetched!”
Mark said, “It scared her to approach me… apparently her few interactions with humans in the past have involved her getting shot at. If I see her again, would you guys be able to keep her a secret? I would hate to see her locked up in some secret government facility and experimented on.”
Joe and Kat looked at Mark and nodded. “Of course we would keep her secret, you know us, we don’t hunt for sport and we respect the land and nature.”
“I suspected as much, but I had to ask. Now I just need to figure out how to persuade her to trust you. She said was watching me the other day, maybe she’s still watching? Although I warned her we would have a group at the lodge this week.”
Mark walked out into the courtyard and shouted, “Laruun!”, twice and then sat on a bench, waiting to see if she had heard him.
Joe turned on the fireplace and sat down on an adjacent bench, as Kat went back into the lobby, poured them some more coffee and then brought it out for them.
They continued to talk about Laruun and the event from 10 years ago, but every 10 or 15 minutes, at a break in the conversation, Mark would call out. “Laruun!”
Around 10AM, they were still talking out in the courtyard and drinking coffee, when Joe announced he had to use the facilities and Kat started a new pot of coffee.
Mark called out again, but just as he sat down, he heard. “Is it safe?”
“Yes, it is safe.”
Laruun jumped the waist-high fence and padded toward Mark on all fours, keeping a constant eye on the door. Once she reached Mark, she hopped up on the bench next to him, sitting on her haunches just like a cat, and gave him a big kiss.
Kat saw everything through the kitchen window and whispered to Joe, as he came through the kitchen. “She’s here!”
Not wanting to frighten her off, Kat, being the gracious host, spoke from the sliding kitchen window. “Hi Laruun, would you like anything to eat or drink?”
Laruun looked scared, but after being reassured she was safe by Mark, said, “No, thank you.”
Joe and Kat came out with fresh coffee for everyone and a bottle of water. Laruun took a sip of Mark’s coffee, but then made a screwed-up face and said, “That tastes awful, how can you drink that?”
Kat laughed and said, “Mark likes his coffee black with no sweetener or cream, so his is more bitter than ours.”
“Here, wash away the taste with some water.” Kat said, as she offered her the bottle of water, which she opened and took a drink from.
Laruun seemed to enjoy the warmth of the fire, and the company, and soon relaxed in their presence.
They tried not to interrogate her by asking many of the hundreds of questions running through their minds until Joe finally asked, “So where have you been hiding all these years?”
Laruun hesitated, then deciding she was among friends, said, “We’re still living in the ship.”
Mark immediately caught on to what she said. “We? I thought you said you were alone?”
Laruun smiled. “No, you asked if there was more of my kind here.”
Realizing he had in fact asked that, he grinned and said, “Touché!”
Laruun just grinned her toothy grin.
“So, my little sex kitten, how many others are there?” Mark asked while petting her behind near the base of her tail.
Laruun hesitated, and without going into further details, said, “There are five of us.”
“So have you told the others about me?”
Laruun grinned again. “Of course! They know about all of you, but you especially since we actually had sex! I had to give them all the juicy details. We’ve been watching the ranch for years, as you were the closest neighbours for us to study.”
Surprised, Kat asked, “You’ve been studying us?”
“Of course! We figured we should probably find out more about life on this planet we now lived on.”
Kat agreed and asked, “I guess that makes sense, but did you ever consider contacting us? You speak English very well.”
“We didn’t speak your language at all at first. After the crash, our medibots stopped translating for us. Marco could speak both Atlantean and English, and told us that English was the common language of this area, so he started teaching us basic English phrases since we all spoke different languages.
Then once you got wireless Internet out to this area, we tapped into the signal. It allowed us to learn your language faster, so that’s all we’ve spoken for years now, and could study much more about your world much faster than studying you. We learned that you have an animal called a cheetah that looks similar to me, so they picked me to make contact, figuring I wouldn’t be as much of a shock to you as the others.”
Mark then realized what she had said. “Wait! You said Atlantean?”
“Yes, the captain of our ship, Marco, was Atlantean. Our planets had recently joined the Federation, and Marco was bringing us to their planet as trade representatives. He told us that Atlanteans originally came from this planet, and they stop by whenever they go through this part of space, just to see how bad things have gotten since their last visit. He said it was a sad reminder of their past, but they kept updating their information about this planet for their education system, and that they copied much of their lifestyle and sports from this planet, because past kings hoped that someday they would return to their ancestral world.
Sadly, Marco got attacked by a bunch of wolves and died shortly after we got here. He got some stuff working, like the fabricators and synthesizers, but that was it. The main thrusters, light drive and life support were beyond repair and you can’t move quick or silent using lateral thrusters.”
Joe said, “I bet those remains they found were Marco’s!”
Mark was lost in thought for a moment, then said, “I wonder how my cousin, Adam, is doing? He accidentally ended up on an Atlantean Federation research island some twenty plus years ago and joined them as a consultant. Last anyone ever heard of him he was going off to one of their planets.”
Laruun shook her head. “I couldn’t say, if we ever get rescued maybe you could look him up?”
Kat asked, “So why didn’t you make contact?”
Laruun looked directly at Joe and said, “I’ve tried a few times, but everybody I’ve met shoots at me!” Then she looked at Mark and continued, “Until I met Mark.”
Joe felt he had to acknowledge his mistake. “Sorry if I shot at you, but a big cat approaching a ranch is a potential threat and I was just protecting the horses.”
Laruun waved off his apology. “I understood that, but we had decided not to make first contact by speaking. The Internet showed us that if the wrong people found us, we would get captured, probed, studied, experimented on, and probably killed so they could cut us open and study us more. So we decided to just watch from a distance and look for an opportunity. Since we just acknowledged our tenth year here with no hope of rescue, we contacted you because we’re lonely and bored—you can only watch so many Internet videos!”
Mark asked, “Are we going to get to meet the others?”
Laruun said, “Yes, but they want to just meet Mark first and then they’ll want to hear my report after meeting you. Which reminds me, if you are riding the horse, we should probably leave soon to make it there by nightfall.”
Joe said, “Take a Gator!”
Mark accepted, since that would give Laruun more time to visit with Joe and Kat.
The conversation continued well with Joe, Kat and Mark trying not to inundate Laruun with too many questions, until Kat realized it was nearing lunchtime. “Laruun, I’m going to go make some lunch, but I don’t know what kind of food you eat.”
Laruun answered, “I’m not sure either, I’ve eaten some berries, rabbits and deer from this planet so far. Everything else was basic ship food, which is really basic with a broken computer.”
Joe suggested, “Maybe pull out some hamburgers and we can grill them on the barbecue.”
So Joe went and turned on the gas grill, while Kat went and got some hamburgers, buns, cheese and an array of ketchup, mustard, relish and mayonnaise for condiments.
While the burgers were grilling, Mark had Laruun try a few of the condiments. She decided the ketchup was too salty, and the mustard was just gross, but she liked the mayo, relish, and cheese. So Mark fixed her a bun with mayo and relish, and Joe melted some cheese on her burger. Mark assembled her burger, put it on a plate, and handed it to her.
Realizing she would not eat before anyone else did, or she didn’t understand how to eat it. Mark suggested she bring her plate to the picnic table while they all fixed their own burgers and sat down. Seeing them all pick up their burgers with their hands and take their bites, she followed suit.
“Mmm, this tastes so much better than ship food!” She said as she continued to devour her burger and drink from her water bottle.
As she finished her burger, Joe asked if she’d like another, to which she nodded with a toothy grin and answered, “Yes, please!”
The cool wind was picking up a little, so Kat suggested they move indoors. Kat and Mark grabbed all the condiments, while Joe finished cooking up the burgers, and they all convened at one of the picnic tables in the lobby.
They all ate their second burgers with light conversation, while Laruun was looking around in amazement at the interior of the building.
Mark asked, “Would you like a tour of the lodge and ranch since there’s no one here?”
Laruun accepted and Kat gave her a quick tour of the lodge, Laruun really liked the beds and commented that they were so much more comfortable than what’s on the ship.
They visited for a bit more, before Laruun said, “We really should get going, if we want to get back to the ship before dark!”