Cowgirl Cindy Trilogy
By Brin Reid
Copyright 2012
Smashwords Edition
Cowgirl Cindy Rides Hot Episode One
“What I need you to do first, is to just take each of the horses out for a ride. I want to make sure we have an accurate picture of how broken in each one of them is, how gentle, how feisty. When the guests start arriving, we don’t want to put an inexperienced rider on a hard to control horse.”
I nodded. When I decided to take the job for the summer at the dude ranch, it seemed a lot more fun than just going home to my parents’ ranch after the semester let out.
Margaret looked at me, “I think you’re going to do just fine here, Cindy.”
I smiled at her, “Thanks so much. I’m looking forward to it.”
Margaret was still a handsome woman. I figured she was probably sixty, sixty-two. When I first arrived, she told me how her husband had died three years ago and how she had decided to keep the dude ranch going. As far as I was concerned, it was Heaven. I’d have a chance to work with the half dozen horses they had and, as the guests cycled through week after week, I’d get to meet a bunch of people, teach them how to ride, and get paid for it. For me, there aren’t a lot of jobs you could give me that would be better.
When Margaret finished up with my paper work, she brought me to the little guest cabin where I’d be spending the summer. It was nothing fancy, but it was good enough for me. All I would really need was the bed. Chow would be served at the main house and I was used to living rustic. There was a little closet, so I spent the morning hanging up my jeans, my shirts, one skirt in case there were any dances and, of course, I had to line up my six or seven pairs of boots. The hats were a little harder to figure out. I had five of them, that way if I was in a black hat mood or a white hat mood or even a pink hat mood, I’d have it taken care of. There weren’t any bedposts, so I finally settled on stacking the hats up on the counter. I don’t like to stack hats but you have to make do, sometimes.
I had just gotten situated when the door opened. I turned around and there standing in front of me was the most beautiful man I think I had ever seen. He stood there with his tight jeans, big silver belt buckle and he didn’t have a shirt on at all. His hands were covered with dust and dirt and he had an axe in his hands. I looked up at his face. He had hair that hung just past his ears, an incredible square jaw and, sitting on top of his head, a beautiful brown Stetson hat. I swear to God, he looked just like the Marlboro Man.
“Uh, hi,” he said, “I, uh, was just chopping some wood and just kind of wanted to wash up and I, uh, wow, I thought the cabin might still be empty. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, come on in.” I watched him as he walked by, muscles rippling. I decided it was going to be a very, very good summer.
I stared at him as he stood at the little sink and splashed water over his face and upper body. Before long, he was all cleaned up and I jumped up to hand him a towel. I don’t know why it’s so sexy to see a man who’s been working splash water on himself to clean up but, by the time he stepped out of the cabin to get to his next stop, I was so turned on I could barely stand. There was work to be done, though, so I didn’t just sit around mooning.
I changed out of my traveling clothes, pulled on a pair of tight blue jeans, a light cotton t-shirt, decided on the pink hat, and pulled on some pink cowboy boots to go with it. It was only after I stepped out of the cabin that I realized I had never learned that hunk’s name. When I got to the stables, though, he was there.
“You’re the horse girl, huh?” he said.
I nodded and said, “That’s right. I’m Cindy.”
He smiled at me. I was a bit disappointed because he had a shirt on now.
“I’m Jake,” he said, “I’m kinda the overall ranch boss at the Curly J.”
“How many employees are here?”
“Oh, during the summer she brings in some extras but during most of the year it’s just me and Margaret and the cook.”
I looked around. The place was definitely in good repair.
I said, “You must work your butt off because this place looks great.”
“Thanks”
I pulled out the first horse from the stall, started to walk with it and he said, “No, no, that’s one of the work horses.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we keep six or seven horses at the ranch year round. Those are the horses that we use for work around here. In fact,” he pointed to a stall where a beautiful chestnut mare stood, “I think that one’s yours for while you’re here.”
I smiled, pleasantly surprised.
“But all the horses you need to check out are different. You see, in the beginning of the summer, she leases some out from a horse breeder and then gives them back at the end of the season. That’s why we need to check them out every year to see about their disposition.”
I nodded. It made a lot of economic sense to do things that way, you only have to feed and keep the horse for the summer while you’re making money with it, and then you give it back and someone else takes care of it the rest of the year.
“Alright,” I said, “well, where are the new horses?”
“They just came in off the truck yesterday. They’re in the corral just around the bend that way.”
I smiled at him, tipped my hat and turned around. I tried my best to walk so that my ass was shimmying as I walked away. By the end of the summer, I decided, I was gonna have Jake on top of me.
When I got around to the side of the stables, I saw the corral he was talking about. There were six horses there all right. They were pretty and all of them looked healthy. Of course I’d have to do a more thorough inspection of each but, at first glance, it looked like Margaret had a good deal here. I leaned up against the corral, put my hand out and clicked my tongue. Four of the horses ignored me, but two walked up and began nuzzling my hand. That told me that those two would probably be the easiest. I nicknamed them Star and Pinecone, so I could have something to call them, and then I clipped the lead to Star’s halter and led her out.
The morning was a pretty easy job. I’d been right about those two, they’d make great horses for beginners. There was another horse that would do well for beginners, two that would work well with intermediate riders, and one horse that would be reserved for the more experienced dudes. After about five hours, I dropped off a quick report to Margaret and then decided to explore. I went back to the stable, saddled and bridled the horse that I’d been given. I learned her name was Chestnut, not the most original of names, but definitely fitting.
I hopped up into the saddle and rode her out of the stable yard. Let me tell you, if you’ve never felt a horse underneath you, you don’t have any idea of the power that one of those animals has. The sense of it is so incredible that it starts to overwhelm you. I felt it between my legs and I knew that I had, for the moment, control over something that should be impossible to control. The smallest gesture, a tap of the reins, a tiny cluck, and I could make a thousand-plus pound animal obey my every command. God, it’s a rush!
I trotted her around the ranch and then decided to see what Chestnut could do. I took her off at a full gallop toward a copse of trees about five hundred yards away. She was a fine animal. When we got to the copse of trees, I reined her up, dismounted and walked into them with her. It was beautiful country. It was right in the heart of the Arizona mountains, not down by Tombstone but still a part of where all the legends of the Old West were made. Everybody wants to talk about Texas Rangers or Dodge City, but let me tell you something, Arizona’s where all the great stuff happened.
The wind was blowing softly and I love the way that it felt against my body and my hair. Chestnut was doing fine. I let her step free and graze for a while. I could hear a bubbling stream and I went to investigate. It was beautiful too. I could see the brook trout swimming in it. I didn’t have a pole, but I was sure there would be some at the ranch and that I would be able to spend some time down here catching dinner every now and again.
As I walked along the stream, I heard a different sound. It sounded like giggling. As I got closer to where the sounds were coming from, I heard someone say, “Oh come on, Shane, what if my daddy found out.”
Then a man’s voice said, “Sally, the whole reason we took this job this summer was so we could spend time together. Your daddy is hundreds of miles away.”
I peered from around the tree. There was a blanket set in a little clearing, and on that blanket was a cowboy. His hat was off and I could see his short black hair. He had his shirt off and he was nice and muscular too, though not quite as muscular as Jake. In front of the cowboy was the prettiest little cowgirl I had seen in a long time. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not conceited or anything but I have a good body. I got black hair that I keep in a braid but if I unbraid it and let it flow down my back it goes all the way to my ass. And that ass isn’t bad, either. There’s a reason I wear tight jeans. This girl was different. She had that innocent farmer’s daughter look about her. She had freckles and blond hair that she kept in pigtails on either side of her face. I figured she was either nineteen or twenty. She had a little shirt tied at the waist like Daisy Duke, and she had on cutoff shorts too. I could have just eaten her up. She had her cowboy boots on, little white ones and all together she was every cowboy’s dream.
“Well, I don’t know Shane, I want to but, remember the last time he caught us?”
“Honey, he is hundreds of miles away,” he said and then he kissed her. She closed her eyes and kissed him back.
Next thing I knew, his hands were all over her. Lifting up the shirt from the knot she’d tied. She wasn’t wearing a bra so, the moment he pulled her shirt off, I saw her perky little tits. When his hands started caressing them, I could almost feel it like it was me they were touching. She let out a soft moan and put her hand up against his cheek as he kissed her and rubbed her breasts. Then, he leaned her down to lie on the blanket and I watched as his mouth began to trail from her lips, over her chin, on her neck and then right to those breasts. It was amazing the way her back arched when his tongue found her nipple, and he began sucking on it. By now, he was on all fours, leaning over her and I could catch a glimpse of that cowboy’s ass. I’ll tell you something ladies, if you haven’t seen a cowboy’s ass in blue jeans, you ain’t seen nothing.
I watched as he sucked on her tits for a while. Underneath him, Sally was opening and closing her legs, squealing and moaning softly while his mouth worked on her. He must have kept it up for a good five minutes and I’m surprised she didn’t explode. By the time he took his mouth off and began to kiss lower, she was crying out in delight. She took her hands off of where they had been resting on his head and she struggled with her shirt to take it completely off. It ended up in the grass next to the blanket.
When he got down to those short shorts, I actually let out a moan as he began to unbutton them. Thankfully, she was squealing and moaning and he was too occupied with her to hear me, so I got to keep watching the show. He had to sit up a little bit to get those shorts off and I was glad he did because by the time they reached her cowboy boots, I got a good look at everything. That girl wasn’t even wearing panties, and she had the tiniest tuft of blonde hair right above her pretty little pussy. I couldn’t believe how tiny her little hole looked! He was fumbling with her cowboy boots and finally got them off of her so he could pull her shorts the rest of the way off. She was the prettiest little cowgirl, and the only thing she was wearing was a hat.
She leaned back as he fell forward and that hat fell right off her head as his mouth found her pussy. Oh, I desperately wished that I could have gotten a better view, but all I saw was his head between her legs and his butt in the air. It was still sexy as hell. I watched as he moved his head back and forth and I could imagine where his tongue was and what it was doing to that sweet pussy. Was it on her lips? Was it inside of her? Or…was it on her clit? Wherever it was and whatever he was doing, she was moaning and holding onto his head and pushing up against him.
I watched as her hands let go of his head and moved up, and she began to rub her own breasts, squeezing them and taking the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinching them. One of her hands even went up to her mouth, and I saw her open it and flick her tongue out at her fingertips. It was a show that was growing more exciting by the minute. The part that I liked best, though, was when Shane, his head still between her legs, reached back and began fumbling with his belt. Before long he had it unbuckled, and he was pulling his pants off while keeping his mouth on Sally’s pussy. He pushed his pants down just to his knees, and then lifted up his head and moved up right on top of her.
It was one glorious sight to see those pants come down and see that incredible ass and, right beneath it, those balls hanging down. I’m not going to say that he was hung like a horse because I know exactly how a horse is hung, but let me tell you, that boy was gifted. When he moved up, he lifted up Sally’s legs and I was lucky enough to see him actually put it in her. I stood there watching, amazed because his cock was so huge and her pussy so tiny that I would have expected her to scream when he pushed in, but she didn’t, she just held onto his shoulders as tight as she could. She moaned and pushed up against him. In a second, his cock disappeared and all I saw were his balls up against her.
When he began to move, she began to groan. She was pushing herself up against him. He had her legs up around his shoulders so, when he pushed in and out, in and out, I’d catch this glimpse of him going inside of her. By this time, his moving had pushed his pants down around his ankles and he spread his legs a little bit, so I got an even better view. I just couldn’t believe the sight of it. It didn’t make any sense at all. He was much too big to be able to fit inside of her and yet, there it was, disappearing into that tight little pussy.
By this time, she was moving just as fast as he was, groaning and moaning, crying out and yelling, kissing and hugging. It was as hot as could be. What really started to turn me on, though, is when she grabbed hold of his shoulders and started cussing up a storm. Now, cowboys know how to cuss, but when a cowgirl does it, it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, and there she was, “Oh God, Shane, oh yes, fuck me. Stick that big cock in me. Fuck me, Shane, fuck me. Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
I’ll tell you, if I hadn’t been out in the middle of the forest, I would have dropped my pants right then and done something about how I was feeling. When Sally finally arched up her back and screamed and I could see her whole body shaking, she shouted, “Fuck, I’m coming Shane, I’m coming, oh fuck!” and I about lost it.
Shane didn’t take much longer after that. He pushed about three or four more times and then groaned and cried out himself as he collapsed right on top of her. It looked pretty awkward to me because her legs were still on his shoulders and she was bent completely in half, but she didn’t seem to mind. She stroked his shoulders from around her legs and I could see her kissing on his cheek. She was whispering something to him and he was whispering back. I imagine they were saying something like “I love you” and “That was so good, baby.”
After a few minutes of them breathing hard together, Shane finally pulled himself out. His cock wasn’t nearly so hard now, but it was so wet it was glistening. He got up on his knees and she put her legs back down as he started to pull on his pants and buckle up. That’s when I figured I better hightail it out of there, so I slowly walked back to where Chestnut was still grazing contentedly on the brush. I grabbed the reins, put my foot in the stirrup and swung back into the saddle. Then, I counted to fifty and when I was done, I headed back to where I had been watching them. When I got to the little clearing, nobody could have guessed what those two had been doing. They were sitting on the blanket, drinking soda and eating fried chicken. They looked up as I came in. Shane stood up and the girl smiled at me. I said, “Wonderful day for a picnic isn’t it?”
They said, “Sure is.”
I looked at them and said, “Hey, I’m handling the horses over at the Curly J for the summer. You guys know about that ranch?”
Sally nodded and Shane said, “Yeah, we’re working there this summer, too. I’m Shane and this is Sally.”
I smiled at them, “I’m Cindy. I think this is going to be a great summer.”
Sally stood up, walked over and shook my hand. Shane followed. He patted Chestnut on the shoulder, “Fine horse.”
I told them I had to get back to work, told them I’d see them around, turned Chestnut’s head, and we headed back through the trees. Eventually, we were back on the fields in front of the ranch and I began to gallop there. As I urged Chestnut on, I smiled. It was definitely going to be a good summer.
One thing I knew as I rode in, I was going to have to look up Jake and very soon because feeling that saddle moving underneath me, after what I had just seen, was giving me all sorts of ideas and, who knew? Maybe I was going to do more than just Jake. The way Shane used his mouth…Well, I could use some of that. One more thing…the way Sally was swearing made me feel that I wouldn’t mind hearing her just as excited with my own fingers inside of her. Yep, it was going to be a great summer at the Curly J.