Hector sat across the desk, looking morose and unhappy. His jeans and jean jacket were streaked with dirt. His shoulder length black hair was tangled, with fragments of leaves in it.
The principal said, "You really did it today. They say you started the fight."
"He started it, the tall white kid. Called me a dago. I decked him." His dark eyes stared at Ralph without flinching.
"You knocked him out. He's at the ER with a possible concussion."
"You get one of the girls in here privately and she will tell you what really happened."
"I believed you the first time, but the system will be coming down hard. I don't think I can run much interference, even though you are one of my best students. You're eighteen, so they'll be after you as an adult."
"They can't do much. My dad's dead, my mom's in prison. The foster home folks can't be tagged with anything."
Ralph looked at Hector, admiring the grit, the determination to get even with the bigoted whites who tried to bully him. One by one, he had picked them off, leaving a trail of broken noses, cracked fingers and bloody shins. He was tall, with muscles to show for the hours he spent in the gym.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll be gone by morning. You don't want to know anything more than that when the cops come looking for me. I've been reading those police novels."
They stared at each other. Hector pulled a small folded up piece of paper from his back pocket. "Maybe you would do me a favor and see this gets to Beth, but not for a day or two. It's ok for you to unfold to see."
In small, precise cursive, it said, "Love you. I'll be back."
"Not leaving a trail are you?"
"I figured it might come to this. I've been preparing. You know that phrase about the backcountry, 'Leave no trace?' That's me."
Hector started to stand but Ralph said, "Sit for a minute." He pressed a button on his phone and said, "Come in and close the door behind you."
Sharon walked over to his desk, but Ralph said, "Sit in his lap." She stared at him but it was the end of the day, so she did it. "Pull your blouse out of your skirt and unhook your bra."
"Hector, you've been admiring those tits since Sharon arrived. Kiss them and love them a little. It's a going away present from Sharon and me."
It took Hector a few seconds to realize this was for real. After that, his dark fingers were busy exploring the blond's gorgeous tits. She leaned over, "Kiss them and then kiss me."
Hector knew this was a tease, but a nice tease. He stood with her in his arms and prolonged the kiss. He whispered in her ear, "Thanks, you are a wonderful teacher."
As he reached the end of the corridor, he heard her warbling cry of passion. Principals had the best perks, he thought.
The police detective was at Ralph's office before nine. "I'd like to talk to Hector Nunez about yesterday."
Ralph pressed a button and Linda, his morning shift assistant, said "Yes, sir."
"Please send someone to bring Hector to my office." He gestured to the officer to sit. He told him that the school's anti-bullying program was having trouble getting off the ground. The detective said, "The Whitmors and their lawyer don't see it that way. They're after felony assault and civil damages."
Ralph was going to respond when the intercom opened up and Linda reported that Hector was not in class and no one had seen him this morning.
The detective rose and said, "I hate to put out an arrest warrant for him. Any idea where he might have ducked out to?"
Ralph allowed as how the foster parents probably knew as much as anyone.
As the detective left, the principal didn't wish him luck.
Linda closed the door and kissed him on the cheek. "Sharon told me Hector got a going away present last night."
"He deserved it, poor bastard. Schedule a meeting of the steering committee of that group we have on bullying, will you? I need to light a fire or two."
The foster parents told police that Hector had been to the house before they came home from work, and cleaned out most of the stuff in his room. No note, no sign of where he was going.
Hector hadn't shown up at the pizza delivery job, either, but the truck he drove every evening was missing. The police thought the truck would be easy to trace until the owner told them the colored signs on the doors peeled off easily. After that, it looked like a lot of other tired, dirty vans on the highway.
The chief of detectives called a meeting at four-thirty. "We just had a call from the sheriff in Creekside, saying the pizza truck is sitting in front of his grocery store, with the key in the ignition, a full tank of gas, and a one word note on the dash that says, "Sorry."
The detectives sat there waiting for the boss to say something. Creekside was a village in the foothills about a hundred miles away, population three hundred, if that. Surrounded by ranches and a lot of public land. "Kirk," the boss said, "did you tell me the principal didn't seem sympathetic to the Whitmors?"
"He didn't say much, but he seemed inclined in that direction. I did hear a black kid in the hall say he was glad that Danny Whitmor finally got what he deserved."
"So we have a schoolyard fight to sort out, which means a lot of he said, she said. Then we have one of the fighters, with no family and no money we know of, has stolen a truck but left it filled with gas and an apology note, and disappeared into foothill trees a hundred miles from here."
"That's about it, boss."
Turning to his most junior detective, a tough Irishman recently promoted from patrol, he said, "Shamus, I want you to pursue this case aggressively. I want a written note to the file every day for the next seven days documenting the intensity of your investigation. Since the budget is tight, you are to conduct the investigation from your desk. I'll talk to the DA about fending off the warrant requests from the Whitmor's lawyer. Clear case of insufficient evidence. By the way, that dope trail involving the stripper from Vegas is really hot. The Chief wants results by the weekend."
Shamus responded, "Yes sir, I'll get right on it. Oh sir, the staff room is buzzing with a story that the stripper has skipped, but her twin sister is filling in at the club. Last night she had a wardrobe malfunction and her bra fell off and all the tips went on the floor. Two drunks got up there to help and... well, the rest of the story is x-rated."
The chief paused and smiled. "Shamus, you ever read any Damon Runyon?"
"Yes, sir. Hard to miss for an Irish cop originally from New York."
"Shamus, I want a two thousand word report on this twin sister stripper situation for the Chief by the end of day tomorrow. I want the main characters in this story, shady or not, identified. I want you to find printable words to describe some of the interesting activities going on. Do you have that, Shamus?"
Addressing the room, he said, "Now go on home to your spouses, partners or whatever, and enjoy the evening. Some days are better than others."
Hector wasn't so sure about that. He was dug into the side of a bank at the bottom of a ravine about three miles uphill from Creekside. It was cold and he was more than damp, and he didn't dare make a fire. Under the parka, he had on everything he owned in the way of outdoor clothing. He was wondering about his bright idea when three deer came up the creek to drink. They saw him but he didn't move and they trotted back into the brush.
Several months ago, Beth told him her very independent sister had kicked her abusive husband out of the cabin they had on ranchland her parents owned. The parents obligingly hired a lawyer to deal with the divorce, but Diane decided to stay with her horses and the cattle. Their father's shouting about single women alone in the wilderness didn't work. She told her dad to be careful approaching the ranch house because she took target practice almost every day. He gave up and left her alone. Her mom was a city girl who didn't understand any of this and just smiled a lot.
It entered Hector's mind during the last few weeks, as things got worse in school, that if he could get to Diane's place undetected, she might allow him to stay.
He sat there in the cold and dark and cursed himself for trying a stupid wiseass stunt. But he couldn't go back to Creekside, because the cops must have spotted the truck by now. He couldn't show up on a highway trying to hitch, they were sure to capture him that way. No, he had a week's worth of emergency food and he had better get his butt up the mountain in the morning. According to the topo he had, and his GPS, the Simonson ranch was ten miles generally northeast and up another fifteen hundred feet. If he was lucky, he might find her late today.
While Hector was toughing it in the woods, other forces were at work. The more Shamus Kelly looked into what he now called "the Whitmor affair," the madder he got. His partner, Marie Topolino, came over to his desk. No one was around, so she grabbed his curly hair and pulled. He was used to this torture and wrapped his arm around her where he got the best tickle territory.
"Oh, Shamus, no." She let go and doubled over. They were both divorced, like a lot of cops, and wary about a second time around. But she was cute and he was funny, and they got along well. He took her out the other night and they even danced. She was developing feelings, and wondered how long it would take for him to bed her. This had the usual complications. He had teenagers at home. She lived with her widowed mom, who needed help.
He whispered in her ear, "You are hot stuff, and even a good cop, for an Italian. I want to get to know you better."
She was cuffing his head, but not very hard, when the Chief of Detectives, Brian O'Malley, walked in. "I should never have put you two together. Can't the Irish and the Italians stop fighting for one minute?"
"Sir, I want you to know we were just discussing my homework paper for the Chief. Marie has some special insights into the motivations of women that take up stripping. She was demonstrating what a stripper is likely to do if you try to stiff her on a lap dance tip."
"Enough already. Whitmor's lawyer is after me, claiming police incompetence. Wants to talk to the chief."
Shamus smiled. "I had an interesting conversation with the school board's lawyer yesterday. Turns out Danny Whitmor is known as a notorious bully and leader of what the lawyer called a pack of schoolyard thugs. Has two suspensions for fighting in his record. The school board guy knows the Whitmor's lawyer and suggested we have him in and see how much of the background he wants to come out."
Brian smiled and asked, "Any news on the kid?"
"Nothing. Went into thin air, as they say. He's tough and he's smart. Was headed for valedictorian."
Hector was stiff as a board when first light came. He filtered water into two bottles and fished out another energy bar. Didn't take long to warm as he climbed. His thoughts were dark and angry. The DEA had framed mom after his dad was shot by a rogue drug dealer. Searched the house and found his father's secret stash. Jury didn't like the government's case, but the evidence was clear. She got a year and a day. Just enough to lose her license permanently. He was thinking about how the two of them were going to put things back together when the deer trail he was following came up to a cattle fence, which ran along the edge of the forest. In the distance was a cabin with a thin column of smoke rising.
If I am going to do this kind of thing, I need binoculars, he said to himself. There was no sign of activity, but he needed to stay hidden. She could easily use her rifle on him. But he had a thought. If I approach straight across the big pasture, looking as harmless as possible, maybe she won't shoot.
She came out on the porch when he was two hundred yards away. A mean looking rifle was cradled in her arm. When he got to fifty yards, she said, "Stop there. Strangers aren't welcome here. You are trespassing." She had on a man's ranch clothes, including a worn Stetson, and looked tough.
"I need to talk to you. Your sister is a friend of mine."
That got her attention. "I don't believe you. Why aren't you in school? What are you doing walking out of the forest up here?"
"It's complicated but I can explain."
"Sit there on the log and tell me why you are here." She looked grim.
"I decked a white kid who was trying to bully me and he cracked his head on the way down. I had to make myself scarce. Even the principal encouraged me to get lost. I remembered that Beth told me you were here."
"Does she know you decided to come here?"
"No. I didn't want to put her in the position of lying to protect me."
"So the cops are probably looking for you and I'm supposed to provide an outlaw hideout?" She gave him a thin smile.
"Look, I don't want to be a bother. I'll sleep in the barn and do chores for you. I've got some food with me."
"Are there any weapons in that pack?"
"No."
"I can't trust you yet. Dump it out and show me." She leaned the rifle on the railing and came down to the log. She poked at the pile of energy bars. "You call that food?"
"It says on the package it has all essential nutrients."
She grabbed his hair and jerked his head up. "You're sweet on my sister?"
"Beth is the nicest girl I ever met. I'm in love with her, but can't tell her. Your folks wouldn't want to know about me."
"My folks don't want to know about a lot of things. Does she kiss you?"
"She gives the sweetest kisses ever."
"I suppose you spent last night in the woods. Go in the cabin, last door on the right is the bathroom. Take a shower, use the robe and bring me your dirty clothes in the kitchen."
"Yes, M'am. He hurried to put things back in the pack.
"And don't call me m'am. My name is Diane."
He tiptoed into the warm kitchen in his bare feet. The clothes were bunched up in his hand. She gestured at the large bowl of soup on the counter. "That's for you."
She disappeared with the clothes and he heard washer noises. She came back with a brush in hand and went to work on his hair. "Are you Spanish?"
"On my mother's side. How did you guess."
"I had a boyfriend once with hair like this. Turned me on something fierce. Thick, black, straight."
He spooned soup and she brushed hair for a few minutes. She pointed toward a computer in the corner. "Go sit in that chair. I'm going to check you out."
"You have Internet?"
"Satellite. Makes life livable up here. Tell me something that only Beth knows about you."
She took the machine out of sleep and looked at him. "Well?"
He colored and hesitated. "She likes her nipples kissed and nibbled. She told me I did it the best of anybody."
"Oh boy, that is perfect. So if I ask her the name of the guy who loves her boobs the best, she is going to give me your name?"
"I sure hope so. If she doesn't, I'm dead."
She typed rapidly for a few seconds and said, "Ok, here it goes." Click.
"By the way, what is your name?"
He told her and she led the way out the back door. There were a number of outbuildings, several still in need of repair.
"I don't think we will get a visit here from the police, but you never know. I'm putting you in a rotten place. So rotten they won't think to look there."
A loud siren went off back at the house. She turned and smiled at him. "My sat phone, who do you suppose could be calling?"
He followed her to the house, a few steps behind. She was talking animatedly into the phone. "It's good to hear from my little sister. I'm sorry I missed your birthday party. You're all grownup at eighteen! What did you say? You are breaking up. My email? So what's the answer?"
"Hector?"
Diane motioned him over and put the phone on speaker. "OMG, you've got Hector? He's right there? OMG, don't let go of him. Let me talk to him!"
"You're on speaker, sis, and he is standing right here. You told me not to let go, so I've got him pinned to the wall."
She leaned in close and ran her fingers through his hair. He could smell a faint fragrance on her.
"Hector! Oh, I'm so glad you are alive. When that email came, I almost fainted."
He broke in, "Where are you now, we can't talk where anyone can hear."
"I know, I walked out beyond the running track. There's no one around."
Hector continued, "Beth, did Ralph give you my note? I was so sorry I couldn't say anything to you. I didn't know what the police might do."
Diane was licking him and brushing her hand on the front of his pants.
Beth answered breathlessly, "I have to see you. We have so much to talk about! Diane, you have to help me get up there. Can you tell mom you are sick and I've said I will come up for the weekend and help? Tell her it's contagious and older people shouldn't be exposed?"
"And I get Dad to buy that too?"
"Oh please, I'll owe you forever!"
"Yes you will. And Hector too. He looks strong. You probably will have to teach him about horses."
"OMG, I will! Hector, I'm good with horses. Ask Diane. She is riding MY horse. At least she was my horse until Diane gave her a much better home than the miniature corral here."
"So you're hot for this guy, this outlaw I'm standing next to?"
"Sis, don't you dare hit on him. He is MINE!"
Hector broke in, "What's going on with the police?"
"You wouldn't believe how things are turned around. Let me tell you when I get there. I'll try to make it for Friday dinner."
"Ok. I miss you."
Diane and Beth worked on details and hung up.
She turned, "So you are not the cowboy rapist, after all. That's good to know. I believe in consensual sex."
She advanced on him, pulling her top off and unhooking her bra. "My sister and I are very competitive about our tits. If she likes what you do to hers, maybe that means I'll like you too."
She had his hands on her breasts, moving them around. "Show me your sucking technique. I get horny up here by myself."
He picked her up and fastened on a big brown nipple. He walked them down the hall and she gestured to her bedroom. "Oh, that's nice. Don't you dare stop. Yes, yes. You definitely are impressing my boobs. They like your tongue. They like it a lot."
He sat on the edge of the bed and worked on first one and then the other. She giggled and made happy little noises.
He moved to her mouth and kissed her with a lot of tongue.
"She said you were not supposed to hit on me."
"I know! I should have dodged that bullet." She was standing and skinning out of her boots and jeans and panties. He reached out and pulled her belly to his tongue. She groaned, and moaned even louder when he pushed her down and climbed between her legs.
"Oh shit, I'm gushing all over you. You are bad. Very bad. You're making me come." She screamed and twisted under his mouth.
He lay there as she calmed down. He said, "I love your wide eyes. You have bedroom eyes. Your body is as good as Beth's. Better, I think, with all that muscle. Life up here agrees with you. Why isn't there a man around?"
She bucked her hips at him. "I want you. I want you really badly. If Beth lets me, will you have sex with me? Let me see you."
He got up and slowly unzipped. All the foreplay had got him hard. It jutted out from a nest of black curls. The head had his juice running down. She quickly leaned over and took him in her mouth, pushing him down on the bed with the rest of her body.
He didn't last long, not even a minute. Hector gave a great groan and let loose in her mouth, the extra spilling out and down her chin."
"Good god, Hector, how am I going to wait until Beth gets here?"
He brought a wet towel from the bathroom and wiped her. She lay with legs still wide apart, showing him everything. "You and Beth haven't had sex, have you?"
He shook his head. "Big problem," he mouthed and smiled at her. He sat and pulled her across his lap, massaging the hard behind and running his finger into her. "Keep doing that, please. Will you sleep with me tonight? If I can't have your cock right now, can I at least have your warm body?"
"I thought you were going to make me sleep in sheep dung out back?"
"I was. I'm sorry. I didn't know who you were."
"Maybe your ass needs a hand on it."
"I suppose it does. You know the guy I mentioned, with your hair? He used to beat the living hell out of my ass. Told me I was a disobedient twit and had to be disciplined."
She went on, "He beat me and fucked me and I cried."
"What happened to him?"
"He was from a rich, aristocratic family in Madrid. His uncle took him riding and told him to stop slumming with the American girl and marry his cousin."
"Did he?"
"He took me to their beach place and fucked me for a whole weekend. I was totally in love with him. On the way back, he told me in Spain family comes first and he had been ordered to marry his cousin."
"What a shitty deal."
She was getting her pants back on. "I thought so. Cried and cried and couldn't eat for a week. Flew back to the States and got a doubletime MA in Art." She waved at a canvas on the wall.
"You didn't answer my question about why there is no man around."
They were back in the kitchen and she was putting on a kettle. "First, you have to fuck Beth, and then you have to fuck me. Then I'll tell you about my man problems."
They sat across the kitchen table from each other, sipping tea and staring. "I've got the hots for you."
"You can't, I love your sister." He still had the robe on and was very hard. She was missing her top and the incredible tits were hard as could be. He kept looking at them.
She took his hand and led them back to the bedroom. The late afternoon sun was across her bed. She pulled off the robe and pushed him against the headboard. The sun was shining on his big hard cock with moisture at the tip of it. She slowly got out of her jeans a second time and straddled his thighs. The cock was pressed up between them.
"You are a tit man and these are for you." She fingered herself and pulled on the nipples. "I have only one favor to ask."
His hands were on the breasts now, exploring up and down, side to side, pushing a nipple in and then stretching it out. She leaned up for a kiss with pouty wet lips and her tongue out in front waiting for his. The kiss went on for a very long time as they got hotter and hotter. Carefully, she leaned up on her knees and silently slipped him inside. He thought he had never felt anything finer than the tight, slippery cunt of Beth's sister Diane. He wondered how he could ever explain this.
She squeezed him, pulsing rhythmically as she rose and fell. Very quickly, he knew she was going to get another load of his stuff. She breathed into his ear, "I'm going to owe you for this favor."
He kneaded her hard ass and drove himself up into her. "Yes, you are."
She cried out and came on him. He held a shaking, orgasmic woman in his arms for the first time.
When she stopped shaking, she looked up at him and grinned, "I know what you are thinking."
He was still hard and not ready to stop. She posted on him, moving just an inch or two.
"What's the answer?"
She opened her mouth, but he got her with a tremendous upward surge onto his knees that blasted a flood of come up against her cervix. She screamed and collapsed backward, pulling him down with her.
There was total silence for several minutes, marked by hard breathing. His finger was doing circles around her right nipple.
"I could tell her the truth. I totally lost control and threw myself on you. You are strong, but succumbed to my immoral advances. Immoral and improper advances."
"How do we explain that you are going to be sore because my cock won't leave you alone?"
She stared at him and looked at the cummy cock, which was lying full out on his thigh.
"I already walk bowlegged from being on the horse all the time. And I have special lotion for that problem. Are you going to do me again now?"
"I've read in books that once you start fucking, it's impossible to give it up. Sounded like bullshit. I guess it isn't. Go get your lotion."
When she came back, he was outside gathering his clothes off the line. His hard red cock was waving around in the breeze. She walked out on the porch, naked, and squeezed lotion on her fingers. She stuck them in her twat and stood there, diddling herself, as he approached. He put the dry clothes on a chair, leaned her over the railing, and drove right on in.
"You are going to treat me like a mare, are you? Wait until I get warmed up and then just mosey over for a ration of pussy?
"Shut up and fuck." He slapped her ass. She squeezed hard and bucked back into him.
"If a stallion doesn't treat the mare right, she kicks him in the privates. Stings real bad."
"You are a feisty, no good mare. Took my cherry, came all over me. Came again, and my cock is bringing you off right this minute." He drove faster and harder into her delicious behind. In seconds, she was screaming and hollering again.
That session calmed things down. They got dressed and she started dinner. He followed her directions as best he knew how to feed the chickens and close them in against the varmints. He did feed bags for the three horses, who eyed his black hair and dark complexion suspiciously. He offered the carrots Diane had given him and became an instant friend.
She fixed pan fried potatoes, pork chops, and a big green salad with tomato, avocado and green onions. She pointed to a shelf of wine bottles and asked, "You know anything about wine?"
She put the plates on the table and came over next to him, kissing his cheek and putting her finger on a bottle of cabernet. "This will do fine."
He figured out how to get the cork out and and poured it.
"I'll tell you some things about wine if you like. Learned a lot myself when I was in Europe for school. Can come in handy if you want to impress a girl." She smiled across at him.
"How come you're feeding me so well. I snuck up on your place uninvited."
"You were counting on more energy bars?"
"They are kind of basic."
She laughed and laughed. "Tell you what. You give me sex like that everyday and I'll cook for you forever."
"Thought you had a man problem."
She laughed again. "I do, but your close attention to my needs is changing my views."
"You've still got me scared shitless about Beth."
She eyed him carefully, measuring her words. "My sister and I have a special relationship. If I tell her I did what had to be done, she will understand."
"What had to be done," he repeated, thinking back over the events since he showed up in her pasture.
"That's right. But you and I are going to have some pillow talk about how to handle things when she arrives tomorrow night."
His dark eyes smiled at her. "I haven't had much pillow time with girls so far."
She reached for his hand. "Hector, I think running into the Simonson girls may be the best thing that has happened to you, so far." She emphasized the 'so far' and giggled.
The next morning, Hector rode a horse for the first time in his life. The mare that Diane put him on seemed to know this, and alternately misbehaved and gave him a nice ride. Diane teased him about hanging out with feisty women, until he threatened to take up where her Spanish boyfriend left off.
Before they went out riding, Diane showed him a neglected hot tub, and he took a hose and scrubbrush to it. It was one of those primitive ones that the back to nature folks who owned the ranch before the Simonsons had installed. There was a wood stove to one side with water coils in it that also coiled in the bottom of the tub under the foot rails. The two of them pumped a ton of water to get it filled and made a fire before they left. Diane gave him one of her extra hot kisses and said that Beth would not believe they had rescued the tub.
Diane said that one of her plans for the evening was to get everyone naked as soon as possible and the tub would help.
It was another warm, sunny day and they spent extra time riding the fence line. They only found one break, where a tree limb had come down, but the cows would surely have gone next door if they hadn't come by and wired things back together. Hector watched her quickly and competently take care of ranch chores and felt a growing attraction for this independent woman who fucked like a tiger. She caught him looking at her and smiled.
"Like what you see?"
"I do. You are nice to look at, clothes on or clothes off."
"Thank you. I don't get compliments much up here."
He looked at her darkly, "You and I are still having a talk about men."
She looked at him sidewise and said, "Yes, sir. I won't forget."
They were sitting on the front porch swing nursing beers when Beth's car came rapidly up the drive in a cloud of dust. It was five o'clock and the setting sun was casting long shadows. Diane was massaging Hector's fingers one by one and didn't stop when the car arrived. Beth jumped out of the automobile and dashed up the stairs, launching herself at them. Kisses flew everywhere. Beth was shedding tears and hugging Hector for dear life. She talked so fast that neither Diane nor Hector had any idea what she was talking about except that she was really really happy to be back with her boyfriend.
Hector got Beth's duffel from the car and brought it in. Diane had instructed Hector about how to make margaritas and he set to work, pretending this was old hat to him. They went to the back porch, where there was still some sun, and relaxed. Beth climbed into Hector's lap and rubbed all over him like a cat. Diane winked at Hector from behind Beth's back. That morning, as they lay in bed still snuggled up against each other, she told him no more sex until tonight because he had to put on a performance for Beth and needed to save up his special juice. He put her over his knee, said she had a fantastic ass, but was asking for trouble by teasing him about special juice. She wiggled and told him no violence, he also had to save his energy for the evening's playtime.
Diane grabbed Beth's hand and said, "Come see the surprise Hector and I did for you." Hector trailed behind as the women went around the corner of the barn toward the tub. He had been nursing the fire since they got back, and the tub was nice and hot.
"OMG, I can't believe this. That ratty old thing! We're going to use it tonight?"
Diane and Hector nodded. "Yes, I even found a bottle of hot tub wine in the cellar."
Beth was getting pink and weaving a little from all the tension and the wicked margarita she was still sipping on. Hector picked her up and kissed her and told her he loved her. Diane walked beside them, leaning over for a kiss now and then and sliding her hand across Beth's breast with its very stiff nipple.
"Hey, I can make myself scarce if you want some time to yourselves. Dinner can wait. I changed the bed this morning." She grinned at them.
Beth woke up a bit and said, "But, sis, we haven't..."
"You haven't been to bed with this hunk! I can't believe that. I wet my pants just being around him."
"Oh, Diane!," Beth wailed, " I've wanted to for ages, but you know how it is around home. And I didn't want my first time to be in the back of a car!"
Very aggressively, Diane said, "I have a cure for your problem. Come right this way, Hector." She led them into her bedroom, where the bed was already turned down. Before they knew it, Diane was naked and stripping clothes from Beth as well. She gestured to Hector and he was bare in seconds also. His beautiful cock was halfway hard, looking large and menacing. Diane got a tube out of her night table and had Hector place Beth gently down on her back. While Hector climbed across the bed, Diane ran her hand up the inside of Beth's thigh and parted her pussy lips. Beth was trying to get some words out when Diane's coated fingers went plunging easily into her wetness.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Beth was in a trance, but awake enough to challenge her probing sister.
"Relax, sis, this is just some of the stuff we used on each other before. Remember how nice it felt?"
Beth was still trying to pull herself back to reality when Diane leaned down to her ear and said wickedly, "Hector has a special present you are really going to love." She gave Beth a hot sisterly kiss, with her body concealing Hector getting into position. She grabbed the big, throbbing cock and brought it to rub on Beth's wet cleft, making a liquid noise as she rubbed it back and forth. Beth was moaning and out of it. "Oh, sis, we can't play with the dildo now, he'll see."
"Beth,"her sister whispered, '"you are all fired up. I've seen you like this before. I'll help. Just lie back and close your eyes." She rubbed Hector in the white cum gushing out of Beth's waiting twat and at the same time used her fingers on Beth's clit, which made the writhing girl jerk hard into the air. This was just what Diane wanted, because Hector's love instrument was precisely poised to connect with the heaving pelvis.
When the two of them landed back on the mattress, he was fully buried in her.
Diane was clapping and shouting, "Bravo, look at that. He's doing you, Beth. Your boyfriend is fucking you in my bed and it is so beautiful!"
Beth was still trying to get words out about how they couldn't do this when Hector gave her a half dozen good thrusts and she came with a vengeance. "Oh god, oh no, oh I can't"
Hector had been carefully coached by Diane that Beth probably needed three orgasms before she totally gave into her body and just went for it. Actually, it was four, but they happened rapidly because Beth's nervous system decoupled from her brain and just went into sexual overdrive. The sensations from her spasming cunt sent her into climax every three or four minutes.
After the fourth time, and a tremendous injection from Hector, she obligingly fainted. Diane quickly positioned herself on her back next to comatose Beth and pulled her legs up so Hector could bury himself in her.
She pulled Hector's head down next to hers and whispered, "When she comes around, I want you to be doing me hard. I'm going to be talking dirty, so don't be surprised."
They enjoyed a leisurely fuck, liking each other's bodies. Beth moaned and started coming around. Hector stepped up the pace and Diane groaned and said, "You dirty fucker, hurry up. You made my sister come and come, and I want some too." Hector was giving it his best effort as Beth opened her eyes and realized what was happening. "Diane, what are you doing?"
"Beth, I'm sorry, I couldn't take it. You kept coming and coming and I just had to have some of your boyfriend's cock. Oh god, he feels so good in there. I'm going to come, oh, oh, oh."
And Diane did have a very big, very satisfying climax, crying out and swearing and calling Hector a big fucker again. She collapsed back into her sister, kissing and crying and shaking.
Hector beat a retreat, covering them with a blanket and heading for the shower and the hot tub.
Fifteen minutes later, he was relaxing in the very hot water when two naked bodies approached, carrying plastic glasses and a bottle. They got a hand over the edge of the tub and everyone settled on a seat with knees just touching.
Hector was taking a sip of wine when he noticed Beth sitting there with tears running down her cheeks. He put the glass down and gathered her into his arms, kissing and soothing. Diane was close on the other side.
Beth sobbed into his chest, "Oh Hector, this is so screwed up. I wanted you to be my first but I got drunk at that football party and two guys held me down while their friend took me. I didn't even know what was happening. Then Diane admits that she not only fucked you tonight, she lost control and fucked you last night."
She sobbed some more and said, "God, how could things go so wrong.?"
Diane got Beth in her lap facing him, and said, "Beth, honey, listen to me. This is not the end of the world. Did you have good sex with Hector tonight?
Hesitantly, "Yes. Yes, it was great."
"Hector, did you have good sex with Beth?"
"Yes, it was great."
"So, the only thing that happened was that you each had your first sex with someone else. That was probably for the best. First love and first sex aren't a very good mix anyway. Now let's go to bed and get some sleep."
The sun was on them and Diane was bringing coffee. Everyone sat up and sipped their coffee and thought about what next.
Beth climbed over Hector, tweaking his erect cock as she went, and sat on her sister. "You want him to fuck you again, don't you?"
Beth's body was gloriously pink all over in the sunlight. Hector got out of bed and came back with body lotion. He sat on Diane behind Beth and started applying it. "The hot tub sucks everything out of your skin. You need this. Keep talking."
Beth was playing with Diane's tits and staring at her, waiting for an answer.
The answer she got was Diane leaning forward and planting a hot wet kiss on Beth's pouty lips. Hector decided if Diane kept the top busy, he would deal with the bottom. His slippery fingers went after her from both directions. She jerked, but didn't get away. His cock was riding in her ass crack, pointed straight up. There was only one thing to do, and he did it. The lotion helped them slide together like a well oiled machine.
"Oh, Hector, you're not supposed to do that. We have to talk."
His hands were busy on her back, the giant cock was gently busy in her cunt.
"Ok, talk"
"Oh shit, I can't do this. Oh, oh, oh." The anxious twat spasmed on him and she shook from top to bottom.
He lay her down carefully to one side and pulled Diane forcefully to him, her dripping pussy more than ready. "Ooh, Hector, you can't do that. I don't have permission from Beth. Oooh."
Beth lay there with his come oozing out of her well fucked hole. Diane lay back with Hector thrusting ever harder into her underused cunt.
"Sis?"
Diane and Hector looked at Beth. "He's too good not to share." She closed her eyes.
Older sister gave a joyous whoop and bucked up at him. "Ok, cowboy, show me what you've got!"
Hector was totally confused by the great sex with two hot sisters, but his cock was too busy ravishing first one, and then the other for him to worry.
Diane brought them more coffee. "You've wrecked me and you've wrecked my sister. You are lying there with a shit eating grin on your face.
He held Beth to his chest and asked Diane, "Did you tell her about the weekend with the Spanish guy?"
Beth sat up and pulled Diane down with them. "I know what you are going to say."
Beth looked at him with open eyes. "We played this game last night. She had me scared about what was going to happen when you found out she went all the way with me."
He went on, "Now it's her that is worried. Especially when she tells you about the Spanish guy she was so hot for."
He said, "I'll be right back," and walked into the other room.
He walked back in with some line in his hands to find Diane's arm bent up behind with Beth on it saying, "Tell me, damn it."
It was just a few moment's work and Diane was hanging by her arms from a beam in the ceiling.
Hector handed Beth his wide leather belt.
He looked at Diane, "Tell her."
"No, please no, I can't."
He nodded darkly at Beth. The belt made a whistling noise as it flew through the air to land on Diane's delicious ass. The scream was high pitched and long.
He reached in his pocket and brought out something and dangled it in front of Diane's eyes. She didn't recognize it for a moment, and then shrieked, "No, you wouldn't?" Her eyes pleaded with him.
Hector stood next to Beth, his arm around her. "You hit on me when she told you not to. Is that any way to treat your family?"
Beth's blue eyes were not kind. "Sis, no more fooling around. Tell me or I'm going to strap you and he is going to put the nipple clamps on."
Diane sagged, her defiance crumbling. "All right, I'll tell you. Will you let me down?"
Hector lowered her from the beam and said, "Start talking."
Diane tried to sit on the edge of the bed, but Hector maneuvered her into the middle and began winding rope around her. "The longer you take the more uncomfortable this rope is going to make you."
The whole story Hector had heard the previous day tumbled out. The lust, the sex, the beatings, the wild shouting orgasms, the crashing down of her world when she was told the affair was over.
They were both crying. He pushed Beth next to Diane and continued wrapping the line around them and tying exotic knots. In a few minutes, they were completely immobilized and asking what he was doing.
He tenderly kissed them both and said, "I'm practicing my cowboy knots and waiting for you to work out your frustrations about sex."
"Don't we have any say?"
"I'm worried that you will cut off my hair and make me your fuck slave."
They licked each other and said, "Would we do that?"
He rummaged in Diane's closet and came back with a flogger. It had soft tassels. He wondered how much damage it would do.
"I probably can't believe your promises while you are tied up." He applied the flogger gently to the beautiful writhing bodies. "No, stop that, no."
There was a problem, they weren't screaming, they were moaning. He got some lotion and spread it around. He pushed their legs as far apart as he could, which wasn't much. His knots were making wonderful marks on their pale skin. He wished he had a camera.
"Where is your camera?
"No, you can't take pictures of us like this." Their tongues were busy on each other and the pussies were leaking.
The flogger came down harder. "Tell me."
Diane confessed it was in the living room on the bookshelf. He grabbed some blankets and the camera and arranged them outside in the sunlight.
He carried the trussed up bodies outside and lay them in the warm sun. It was early and the shadows on their boobs and elsewhere were magical. This time, he spread tanning oil, which glistened in the light.
He told them to stay still while he did some photography for an art class. When they kept wiggling around, he was forced to use the flogger again. The thin red lines were incredibly erotic. He could tell they were very aroused. Nipples were sticking out a mile through the rope. There was moisture on their thighs.
"Ok, we give up," moaned Beth.
"Maybe we have to negotiate a deal before I let you loose."
"What kind of a deal," hissed Diane, looking daggers at him.
He went over with the lotion and tenderly ran his fingers over her distended clit.
"Oh god, sis, he's going to make me cum. Pretty soon, I'll promise anything."
Nearby, Beth's globes got five more soft lashes of the flogger. "Me too, I can't take it."
Their low moans were delightful. He started unwrapping them, with stops for massage of critical parts. He loved these bodies and made sure they had orgasms before their arms and legs were released. He retrieved their dark glasses and their bikinis and throw pillows and glasses of punch with some tequila added.
"Fucker!" "Dirty fucking bastard." "Sadist."
They sipped their drinks and swore at him, making no move to put on their suits. He knelt beside them and said, "Turn over," in his most aggressive male voice.
They had fine bodies. His hands worked strong muscles, the fingers digging in deep and causing more curses. The lines from the rope and the flogger had already disappeared. The curses dropped away into low moans.
"We have to deal with him. I don't want these hands or that horrible cock to go away."
"What if we promise to cook in exchange for sex?"
"Probably not good enough."
He turned them over and kissed with his tongue exploring and licking. Four nipples popped out at him, casting tiny shadows on their chests. The sun and the tanning oil were making them sleepy.
"He is going to make a deal while we are lying here defenseless."
"We better get the best we can before this gets any worse."
He lay back between them and closed his eyes. His shorts were missing and his cock lay on his thigh, nice and long and thick.
"Are you ready for my conditions?"
"We don't have any choice, do we?"
"Not much, I'm afraid."
"So, we are basically agreeing in advance to whatever you say?" Diane's mound was prominent but he couldn't see it with his eyes closed.
"Yes."
"Shit," they said together.
"First, one of you has to marry me, and the other has to agree to live with the married couple."
Silence.
Beth asked, "And?"
"You have to agree to these one by one."
Diane rolled over on top of Beth and rubbed up and down her front. Beth pinched Diane's ass and stuck her tongue in her sister's mouth.
Their heads came up, "Ok."
"Second, the three of us are going to make this into a regular horse ranch, with boarding, lessons, rentals, vet care, and a training ring."
The eyes looked intrigued. "Ok."
"Third, Diane is going to file for home schooling of Beth and Hector and we are actually going to study hard and apply to good colleges."
"Hmmm. Better."
"Fourth, Diane is going to find a young, sexy, well hung vet and bring him out for an interview about being the house horse doctor. The two of you are going to bed him as a special incentive."
"Oooh. Even better."
"Fifth, we are going to fix things up and I will do a color brochure about the Simonson Horse Facility and its many attractions and there will be photographs inside of both of you in very attractive cowgirl outfits with your tits pushed out."
"Hmmm. I've never had a pushup bra before." Hector sat up and poured more tanning oil on the four remarkable breasts next to him. Diane asked him, "Do they pass the tit test?"
He massaged in deep and pulled the nipples skyward. "Hey, that hurts."
"Just checking firmness and flexibility." He lay back down.
"Is that it?"
"Your dad has to front the working capital and improvements. Two hundred thousand ought to do it. And the two of you have to decide who is marrying me and how often you get sex."
Three bodies lay in the sun in quiet peacefulness.
"No routine beatings? No kinky sex?"
"We might get to that later. You said you believed in consensual sex. Are you into kink?"
"Sis, did you say that before or after you hit on him?" Her teeth were fastened on Diane's nipple.
"Oh, I just thought of another condition. The two of you can't have serious fights without my permission."
"Shit, that is going to really wreck things. What if we get to fight with you without permission?"
"I already know you are two beautiful brainy women with high frustration levels. I've been working on them this morning. Look how passive and submissive you are now. I want you to remember how I took down the school bullies and not push me too far."
They were warm and horny and rubbing their greasy bodies on each other. His fingers were still playing around with their backsides.
A low voice said, "He could be violent, we better take this before he changes his mind."
"What about that last part? Do you think it is true that he lets us decide on marrying and sex?"
"Hector, go chop some wood while your concubines sort out a few things."
He found the ax, sharpened it, and went to work. In ten minutes, they came out in their riding clothes and said they would return for lunch.
Hector worked out a lot of frustration and worry in two hours. The pile of wood was impressive. How would his act with the women go down. He felt like Gary Cooper in High Noon, bluffing his way down Main Street.
He was on the porch with a beer when they rode up. Looked good. The pictures for the brochure would be eye-catching.
Beth brought two more beers and they sat next to him. The view was better when they were on the horses in front of him.
"We thought about getting in the car and just leaving."
He said nothing and let that hang in the air.
Beth said, "Diane reminded me that marriage is just a device for men to oppress women. That's why she chased her no good husband off."
Better not respond to that.
"If you really love us, why have a marriage certificate?"
Diane kissed him and said, "We know, it's handy for the babies."
So far, he hadn't had to say anything incriminating.
"You are not very talkative."
"Look around the corner of the barn."
They walked away. He loved the tight jeans outlininng their tight asses.
Diane looked at him, eyes glinting. "Chopping word for the fire is part of the deal?"
"Yeah, I need the exercise. Have to keep in shape for dealing with two wildcats."
Diane said to Beth, "You tell him, I'll make sandwiches."
Beth tugged on his hair and licked the side of his face. She pulled his hand up to her breast.
"Guess what, you are going to marry me." Her lips were tender and loving. By the time they stopped the kissing contest, Diane was back.
They munched on meatloaf sandwiches while she babbled.
"You walk out of the forest. You are tall, dark and handsome. My sister says don't hit on you, but I can't control myself. Beth gets here and all three of us get fucked. It's out of this world. You tie us up and I'm getting off on my sister. We get laid out in the sun and you offer a better deal than I'm ever going to get from someone else. Beth tells me on the ride that she wants to marry you and have tall, dark and handsome babies. She says that she doesn't mind sharing you with me as long as it keeps me as nice as I am right now."
Hector pulled her into his lap and clamped his hand over her mouth. The other hand was unbuttoning her cowgirl blouse and pulling the lacy bra up. The jugs already looked more tanned from just one morning. He fastened on and she moaned.
He looked at Beth and mouthed, "I love you."
To Diane, he said, "You are babbling. There must be something wrong. Or is all that your way of saying ok to the deal?"
She was hugging both of them and crying. "Shit, I came up here to try mountain living and nothing was working. You arrive and turn everything around in two days. I hate to say it, but I guess having a man around makes a difference."
Hector had Beth call Ralph and ask if he could call her back on a phone that wasn't monitored.
In a few moments, the ranch phone siren went off and Diane answered. "Oh hi, Ralph, it's a pleasure to hear your voice. There is someone here who needs to talk to you."
Hector sounded very grownup, "Hi, Beth tells me things aren't so bad." He switched on the speaker.
"You've been outed by those girls? I sort of knew you were going to have trouble up there."
"Yeah, they drive a hard bargain on any guy that just drops by."
The girls looked daggers at him.
"Well, the coast is not clear yet, but the Whitmor's are in retreat. Detective Kelly tells me they expect to close the case within a few days, without prejudice to you."
"That's good news. Say, I have a question. Diane Simonson has hired me as her ranch foreman, and says she thinks I qualify for the home schooling program so I can get my degree on time."
"Diane was one of my best students a while back. You watch how handy you are with her. I think she is correct about home schooling but I'll check and have Sharon call. I didn't talk to you today, did I?"
Diane took the phone, "Ralph, thanks for the help. Please grab whichever of those gorgeous teachers you are romancing the hardest and come up soon."
Beth grabbed the phone, "Ralph, it's Beth. I have a better idea, grab my home room teacher who is unmarried and horny. Tell her there is a home schooling seminar that needs her help. We will get Hector decked out in his all black outfit with the silver buttons and the shiny boots. She'll totally lose it when she finds out she has been kidnapped and is being ravished by an outlaw. If you want, we can lay in a sheriff's outfit and you can inspect all the women for sexual assault."
Ralph was pleased. "Beth, you have a wonderful dirty mind. Sign us up for next weekend."
Diane was rolling her eyes and Hector had a new look in his eyes. Diane said, "Sis, you can't be married to him, at least publicly, if he is going to be a new after hours attraction at the ranch. It upsets a woman to think she is making a man cheat."
Hector picked them up, one under each arm, marched into the bedroom and threw them in the middle of the pile of duvets. He skinned them out of their jeans, and tossed his too. He climbed in and pulled them close.
"All this excitement has worn me down. Give me a kiss and let's take a nap."
It was getting dark when he opened his eyes. The two warm bodies snuggled up to him were breathing slowly. He licked the sexy neck in front of him and pulled at the wisps of hair. A hand came around reaching for him. He pulled it to his lips and sucked on fingers. She turned over on her back, her eyes just slits. He still had the hand, kissing it.
"You can only be nice to us some of the time. Otherwise, you will lose your outlaw reputation."
The other one opened her eyes to see what was going on. "Yes, just some of the time, like afternoon naps."
She had on pale yellow bikini briefs with a lace border around the top. He switched around so he could trace the line of the top of the briefs with his tongue.
"That is not permitted! You are making me gush."
The silk material was hugging the crease of her sex. His thumb and forefinger took the crotch of the brief and forced it between the plump lips.
Diane said, "You are torturing my sister. The loving woman who has agreed to marry you." She reached out her hand to caress the labia, making Beth jerk and wiggle.
Beth turned over, "If we don't run from here, he is going to take us and breed us this very day. I'm not on any protection and he probably doesn't know what a condom is." They giggled loudly.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed with both rumps in hand in a flash. He said in a low, husky voice, "I want it known that these are two of the most seductive pussies on the planet. They have paralyzed me with lust. I'm barely able to control myself." He leaned down and gave each of them a good bite and tossed them in the air.
There was punching and elbowing as jeans went on and chores were handed out. Hector got the horses, and Beth got the chickens tonight. "While you are out there, get the hot tub going. We need a soak before bed."
Hector was still brushing the horses when Beth finished, so she built a fire in the stove for the tub and turned the little pump on to circulate water. Hector was working on the mare that she had raised and sent to the ranch to have an open pasture to range in. The horse nuzzled at her and neighed softly. Hector said, "I'm not the only one who loves you." She whispered, "I think I'm going to cry," as they closed the stable and went to dinner.
After dinner, the girls called home and Hector caught up with his mail on the net. He decided not to do any outgoing mail yet. The girls and he needed to get their plans sorted out first.
They settled down in the tub, a tight, friendly fit for three. "Do the folks know about me?"
"Not yet. Need to get our story straight."
"I guess Beth has to appear at home and at school?"
"Yes, damn it. We can't give any secrets away right now. And if Diane is right about the outlaw here, I'm going to be living in sin."
"I shouldn't say this, but I don't really need extra pussy. Why not let Ralph entertain the girls he brings?"
They hung around his neck, straddling his thighs and rubbing back and forth. "Can you believe it, he doesn't need extra pussy. We better write that down."
The kisses were tender and he closed his eyes. "I don't know what two fine women like you see in me. I haven't got any money. I haven't finished high school. About the only assets I have is being a good street fighter and having a strong back."
He added, "I'm totally in love with both of you, but you deserve more."
Their hands were between his legs. "You have this and he makes us very happy."
"Yeah, but that's an activity that doesn't put food on the table... mostly," he added, realizing that there were studs who fucked for money.
Diane climbed out and said, "Come on, I have an idea to try out on you, inside."
They settled on the large bath towel in front of the stove and he went to work massaging lotion into their warm skin.
Diane said, "Our horse ranch can also be a destination resort for lovers, especially on weekends. Fix up a couple of rustic structures out there with beds. A sink in every unit but central showers and toilets. More hot tubs with central piping for the water. Activities that wear them down. Great food. Everything on the cuff, no money and no tips allowed. The entire weekend is paid for in advance.
"They drive here and we park their cars out of sight in the trees. Bring them to the main house in a horse drawn buggy. Get them settled in their units and encourage the ones who haven't brought cowboy clothes to choose some from our wardrobe room, which can be partitioned off in the barn. There is a horse for every guest, and we fill up Saturday with riding the fences and a chuck wagon lunch.
"Just when the guests are arriving back and tying their horses to the railing in front, Hector rides out of the trees across the pasture. All black, with a Winchester sticking out of a saddle scabbard. One of us says, 'oh oh,' and the guests ask what's wrong. We tell them it's Daniel Isherwood, the notorious outlaw, come to settle a score. From the other direction, another horse and rider appear, it's Ralph fitted up as the Sheriff. Ralph pulls out a pistol and fires warning shots in the air. 'Hold it right there, Isherwood,' he says. The guests are hiding behind trees and on the porch. There is more gunfire and both men fall out of the saddle and lie on the ground, dead. The women are scared speechless as Beth and I rush out in nurse's uniforms and kneel next to the fallen men. The guests are gathering around when we look up at each other and say, "This one's dead."
Hector said, "I really have to fall on the ground from on top of the horse? You'll be the ones giving the massage instead of me."
Diane finished, "After a couple of minutes, you and Ralph stand up, dust yourselves off and invite everyone for drinks on the veranda."
Beth hugged Hector and said, "She's pretty good at this resort stuff, isn't she?"
They pulled Diane into their laps and worked on her until she hollered. "I know I'm surplus but do you have to destroy me?"
Beth said, "Let's go to bed, I need to be warmer."
In the dark, snuggled up as tight to Hector as they could get, the two women kissed him and asked if he minded being their outlaw.
He laughed and said, "Are you kidding? If I am an outlaw, and especially if I am your outlaw, then that means I get to chase you around and string you up anywhere on the property. After hours dangling in the hot sun, you will submit to all the kinky sex I want."
They drifted off to sleep with the girls saying, "That will be the day."
The next Friday, Hector and Diane were on the swing again, watching a car come up the drive. They were both beat from hard days fixing up the ranch. And maybe a little from having a hot tub and great sex every evening.
The car drew up and Beth jumped out and ran for their laps as she did last week."Oh! I am so happy to be here. Ralph and Anna were nice enough to bring me and all my stuff." She was up and back to the car to get a load and introduce Anna to them. Anna was tall and rangy, with short black hair and a pretty face with sharp bones showing. "Anna, you know Hector and this is my sister Diane who went through school before you got there."
Ralph stuck out his hand to Hector and said, "You look like ranch life agrees with you."
He smiled and said, "It does, especially when you have a tough boss who beats you when you slack off."
Beth was still bubbling. "Diane, you'll never guess. Anna is a horsewoman from Montana! She will be so welcome here!"
Anna was led off to the barn to check the horses. Hector and Ralph brought all the gear in and Hector asked about a drink. Ralph said, "A cold beer would do my thirst just fine." Diane sent them to the back porch to relax while she put marinade on the meat and started the salad. Anna and Beth came back from the barn all smiles. Ralph caught Anna's hand as she went by and said, "Hey, up here you don't work for me, there aren't any students to spy on us, except these delinquents, and the Superintendent is nowhere around."
Her hands were in his hair. "You mean I'm supposed to relax and enjoy the mountain air?"
He said, "Something like that. You need to get out of those school clothes fast."
Hector made margaritas for the ladies, and took a beer for himself. Everyone sat on the back porch and relaxed for a few minutes. Anna was in a tee and shorts, just like Diane and Beth. All three looked terrific.
Anna said, "Ralph, there is a wonderful old fashioned hot tub behind the barn. Beth says it puts you in the mood."
They stared at each other for a moment and Ralph smiled. "Hospitality seems first rate around here."
Hector and Ralph stood at the grille, watching the meat cook. Ralph said, "For a guy who was escaping the law a few days ago, you seem to have landed on your feet."
Hector smiled and said, "For a principal who has been running a lot of risks chasing skirts, you seem to be doing well with your latest target."
Ralph said, "Tell me about this Sheriff business."
"Diane cooked that up. It's actually a pretty good idea. Might open up some new opportunities for you. The idea is that we run a weekend dude ranch for lovers. Private little cabins behind the barn, more hot tubs, lots of hot water in the showers. Diane and Beth take them out riding, have a chuckwagon lunch and just as they get back here at the end of the day, you and I ride out of the woods at either end of the pasture and start shooting at each other. It'll be blanks but the guests won't know that. We fall down dead and the girls rush out in nurse's uniforms to take care of us and announce we are dead. Scares the shit out of the guests."
"I get to wear a cowboy outfit with a badge and a gunbelt?"
"You got it."
"And if one of the guests has to kiss me for not being dead after all, that's ok?"
Anna had snuck up on them and she said, "No, that's not ok. At least as long as I am around. I'm not good at sharing." She hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.
"Oh man, here I am on a first date and I'm already in trouble with the girl."
Anna pressed herself to his front and said, "Diane has given us the bunkhouse for ourselves. Says it's rustic but private. We should go check it out."
By the time the meat was done, the rest of the food was on the table. Hector opened a bottle of Diane's best St. Emilion, which he had learned was from the Bordeaux region of France, and poured all around just as Ralph and Anna walked in looking flushed but happy.
Dinner was laid back. Diane and Beth were full of excitement about the new things they were going to do with the ranch. Hector was looking at Anna, imagining her in a cowgirl outfit. He said to her, "I bet you fill out a cowgirl outfit real nice. Maybe you should come back with the Sheriff on weekends and be a hostess for the guests. Should pay well and beat looking at high school term papers."
She stared at him, dark eyes full of something enticing, he didn't know what. She said to Beth, "Your outlaw husband-to-be is damn handsome. There's going to be a lot of women around here hitting on him."
She added, "I'm going to hit on him, but he's not going to like it. I have his course assignments for this coming week, and I'm coming back next Friday to make sure he has done them."
He suddenly realized what that look was. It was a high achool teacher putting him down and loving it.
He grinned at the table and said, "Maybe after the homework review, the Sheriff and the Outlaw have to take one of the cowgirls hostage and tie her up. Tie her up way out on the fence line."
Beth was standing behind him, pulling his hair harshly. "Hector, you stop that. Anna is the prettiest woman who has been around the ranch in a long time, and she is also trying to get you to graduation on time. Tell her you are sorry."
Hector gave Anna his boldest look and said, "Anna, I apologize. That was not nice of me, especially since you are trying to help." He emphasized the word "help."
She blinked at him and laughed. "Beth, you better keep a good hold on that sexy black hair. This one is dangerous."
After cleaning up the kitchen, they all took a stroll around the ranch buildings, ending up at the hot tub. Beth said to Diane, "Why don't you tub with Ralph and Anna. I need to discuss important matters with Hector. We'll go for a little walk."
She had his hand, strolling into the trees behind the ranch house. He put his arm around her and hung on tight.
"You were making eyes at her."
"You were the one who said she was hot to trot and Ralph should bring her."
"If she is checking your homework and starts undressing, I'm supposed to look the other way?"
"No, you are supposed to get naked too. Maybe you need some up close and personal time with that hot body."
"You are bad, truly bad. I'm only eighteen, and just engaged to you, and already your eyes are wandering." She stuffed her hand down his pants and squeezed.
"If we do it out here, your bottom is going to suffer. Let's go inside and make a lot of noise."
She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Which couple is Diane spending the night with?"
He picked her up and walked down the hill, kissing. "Why not both, she has been deprived until lately."
"What about me. I only had my fingers until a week ago."
"Are you really going to marry me? No family, no money, no nothing?"
"You said you would hold me, and love me, and give me great sex. That's enough."
"I'm sure stuck on you, Beth. I'm not wandering anywhere. Unless you tell me, of course."
"So, if I'm having insanely hot girl sex with Anna, and ask you to join in, you will?" She giggled in his arms as he opened the back door. He flopped down on their bed with her on top. "You are getting to be a worse tease every day."
He pulled up a blanket and they cuddled quietly. They woke to find a naked Diane and a naked Anna crawling in with them. "Ok, it's your turn. Ralph has been really nice to us but he's all tired out."
The naked ones helped them out of their clothes and headed them out the back door. The tub was nice and hot. Their hands wandered over each other. Her head was on his shoulder. "A few days ago, I was so caught up in that mess at school, and my folks being dumb. Now look at me."
"I am. You look fantastic. Even though you keep saying you love me, I can't believe we are together and even engaged."
She straddled him and rubbed her pussy on his erection. Her teeth were nibbling on his neck. "Every time I think about you walking across that pasture into Diane's rifle, I get the shakes."
"Your sister is tough. She has to be, living up here by herself. Let's go find her and make nice. She took me in."
"She had sex with you! Before me!"
"She deserved a reward for saving me. I had an incredible guilt trip until you said it was ok."
Diane was in their bed, asleep. She was nice and warm and mumbled as they climbed in. The tub had calmed them down and put them to sleep.
In the early morning dark, Hector was very hard because something was stroking him. Two hands at work, first hard, then soft. He found lips and kissed them. Before he could say anything, his cock was buried in a welcoming cunt. They were being very quiet, just teasing him and rubbing his bare skin with theirs.
A voice whispered, "Is this an ok way to start the day?"
One tight ass was on top of him and one was at his side. He could tell by the experienced movements that Diane was claiming her reward. He kissed Beth and said, "Your sister is very demanding."
"When we were little, she made me do things for her before I could play with her dolls, which were nicer than mine."
Diane was getting frantic, posting on him and moaning. He took it for a little longer and then flipped them so he could pound her down into the bed, whispering, "I am in charge and you are going to come, NOW!"
Beth helped by biting Diane's prominent nipple. She screamed and shook.
Hector was sitting back on his knees when Anna padded silently into the room. She was naked and the curves of her delicious body shone in the dim light. Beth looked up at her. She looked at Hector's cock, still hard and dripping Diane's and his juices. "Can I have some of that?"
He looked at Beth who giggled and said, "Better keep the home room teacher happy."
Beth pulled Diane to one side and Anna took her place, spreading her legs and reaching for him. She guided him home and grunted as he bottomed in a wet, slippery sheath. "I knew this would be good."
Hector said, "You are an eighteen year old's dream. I thought I was in heaven with these two. Now I'm pumping the teacher my friends have been hard over for years."
"You have a nice cock. Stop thinking about school and give me a good fuck."
He did. The sisters explored Anna's body with lips and teeth and fingers. Anna gave a great loud scream and came. They heard a slight noise and Ralph was in the doorway with a very big grin.
"She told me she had to have you. It wasn't fair for the sisters to hog your cock."
Diane got out of bed and pushed Ralph down the hall. A little later, when Anna was still resting with Hector in her, they heard moans and a scream. Beth giggled. "The ranch lady is taking many rewards today."
Anna and Beth exchanged spit and Hector went to clean up. Ralph joined him and they heard more sex noise from the bedroom. Ralph said, "We're lucky. Three beautiful women who like sex."
Hector said, "Well, you're the Sheriff and I'm the Outlaw and we rescue damsels in distress. Then we get our rewards."
Ralph said, "I keep having the feeling you have stumbled into something special here. Available pussy, horses to ride, chores to keep your body hard. What am I doing wrong?" They laughed and went to make coffee.
After breakfast, Anna brought out her box of schoolwork and arranged the texts on the dining table. Hector looked at them with a sinking feeling. Back to work. He was a good student, but that didn't mean he liked all this. She leaned over his shoulder, paging the history book. She smelled of shampoo and scented deodorant. He whispered, "I can't concentrate on the Normans with you so close."
She pulled his hair and said, "Not as close as I was a little while ago. When I come back next weekend, I will need another treatment. I'll get Ralph to say it is ok."
Beth had her arms around Anna, tickling her and saying, "You better not hit on my man. He says he is going to marry me."
Anna turned around and gave Beth a scorching kiss. "I'm as hot for you as I am for him. Maybe I need to work up here full time. Teaching sucks. Do you share?"
They carried Anna out to the front porch, where Ralph and Diane were relaxing in the early sunlight.
Beth said to Ralph, "Her hormones are out of control. She just attacked both of us and said teaching sucks and she wants to come here and ride horses and have sex every night."
"She's one of the best teachers in school. I can't afford to lose her. What are we going to do?"
Anna was laid out across the knees of Ralph and Diane, eyes closed. The sun was warm. Hector and Beth sat in a rocker together.
Nobody said anything for a while, pushing the swing and the rocker back and forth.
Diane ran her fingers across Anna's face. "She can have a job here anytime, but the students need her. Anna, you are too good at what you do now to just give it up. There are good days, aren't there?"
Anna opened her eyes and drew Diane's head down for a soft kiss. "Yes. When I watch them march up and get their diplomas every spring, launching out into the world with some learning from me, it grabs you."
She stood and pulled Ralph up. "You horny old stud, we have to head back. Your bed partner Sharon needs you. I'm in trouble with her for stealing." Everyone laughed.
Hector and his women watched the car raise dust on its way out. Whatever happened next, they were in it together.
