Ranch Hand

Cherise was spending her vacation at her father’s ranch. She had been
home for two days and she was getting bored. Usually there was some
cute ranch hand or another that she could fuck, but this time none of
them caught her interest. They were all married or too old. The only
new one was a woman, Tracey, a big butch woman with broad shoulders and
dark skin.

“Could you please take care of Silver?” Cherise said to Tracey,
climbing off her favorite horse and handing the reins to Tracey.
Tracey didn’t say anything, just brushed her short hair out of her
dirty face with a broad, rough hand. Cherise turned to leave and
caught Tracey staring at her ass, twitching under her tight jodhpurs.
“Dyke,” Cherise muttered under her breath and stomped off towards the
house.

But in bed that night, Cherise slid her fingers down to her wet pussy
and found herself thinking about Tracey. The woman’s broad mouth and
strong hands, her braless tits swinging under the flannel shirts she
always wore. Cherise fingered her clit faster, her fingers dipping
into her slick pussy, imagining Tracey’s hands on her on smooth, milky
skin.

She pressed two fingers inside her cunt and imagined that they were
Tracey’s fingers, Tracey’s thick tongue licking along her clit instead
of her thumb. “Yes,” Cherise moaned as she came, flooding her hand
with her dampness. She licked her fingers clean and wondered what
Tracey’s cunt would taste like.

The next day when she came back from her morning ride, Tracey was in
the barn again. She handed Silver’s reins to the ranch hand, allowing
her soft fingers to linger on Tracey’s rough palm, blushing at the
memory of her masturbation last night.

Tracey held the leather straps in her hand for a moment, and then
dropped them, stepping forward and kissing Cherise roughly. Her
callused hands pushed over Cherise’s T-shirt, squeezing her small tits.
Cherise gasped at the feeling of the other woman’s tongue in her mouth
and then pushed against Tracey’s strong shoulders, forcing her away.
“I’m not gay,” Cherise protested, and ran back to the house, her
swollen, dripping cunt proving her a liar.

She was lying in bed that night, trying to keep from stroking her
aching clit, knowing that it would be Tracey she was fantasizing about.
But soon she had to give in and touch her cunt, sighing as soon as her
fingers encountered her silky wetness. Cherise moaned softly, pulling
apart her cunt lips so she could finger her stiff clit.

Her moans had distracted her so she hadn’t heard the door open, and
suddenly Tracey was in bed beside her. “You’re not gay, huh?” Tracey
whispered, pushing Cherise’s hand aside and sliding two of her
work-roughened fingers into Cherise’s hot twat. “Then how come you’re
so wet?”

Cherise couldn’t do anything more than moan in pleasure as Tracey began
finger-fucking her, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Tracey bent over
and licked Cherise’s small, firm tits. “You’re here in your pretty
canopy bed, with your pretty white lace sheets, and you’re fingering
your cunt and thinking of me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Cherise sighed, her voice shivering. Tracey’s hands were
driving her crazy. In a moment, Tracey had pushed the sheets off the
bed, exposing Cherise’s naked body, and knelt between her legs.

“That’s what I thought,” Tracey said, and lowered her mouth to
Cherise’s cunt. She alternated her tongue and her thumb on Cherise’s
clit. “You like to have other women eat your cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Cherise squealed in frustration, pushing Tracey’s head back to
her cunt. “Don’t stop!” Tracey was smiling as she started munching
Cherise’s clit harder. Her fingers were still diving in and out of the
other woman’s tight snatch as she sucked and gobbled her cunt. Cherise
came quickly, pressing her pussy against Tracey’s mouth, rubbing her
juices all over her face. Tracey didn’t stop, though, she kept eating
Cherise out, nibbling on her clit and pushing more and more fingers
inside her until Cherise’s cunt was fuller than any cock had ever made
her. She came again and again, howling in pleasure and pulling at
Tracey’s short hair.

Finally Tracey sat back on her knees and wiped her face. She was
wearing the same jeans and flannel shirt she always did. “I’ll see you
at the barn tomorrow,” she said. “And you’d better be prepared to eat
a little cunt yourself.”

She hopped off the bed and slipped out the door, leaving Cherise alone
with her dripping, pulsing snatch, and her fantasies about the new
ranch hand.