Double DD Ranch
Shawna Donovan
Published By Shawna Donovan
Copyright 2011
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Warning: 18+ ONLY! Contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of sexual acts.
Jake Macon was the luckiest son of a bitch alive. Hands down.
His Ford pickup bounced up the dirt road to the Double D Ranch, a shit eating grin etched on his face, and a permanent hard-on only a nineteen year old guy could sustain straining against his blue jeans.
The ranch was somewhat famous in the region, a dude ranch that wealthy out-of-staters visited to get a taste of the cowboy life – but just a taste, they sure as hell weren’t at the Double D to truly rough it.
For the last three summers Jake had been hoping to get hired on there for the season. He’d been raised on a ranch himself, his body solid from years of throwing hay bales and digging fence post holes.
Jake wasn’t trying to get hired at the Double D because he just loved the ranch life and couldn’t live without it.
The Double D’s other claim to fame was it was staffed by all women, with the exception of the one ranch hand they brought on each season to do all the dirty work. This year Jake finally snagged the job before some other lucky bastard. And he couldn’t wait to get started. He was certainly hoping there would be some very dirty work involved before late September rolled around and he was out on his ass, but for now it was only a hope.
The jostling of the truck on the rough road caused his engorged penis to rub against his tight jeans, sending little shockwaves up and down the shaft. He stroked it absent mindedly through the fabric, seriously wishing he had time to pull over.
No time for that, I got the Double D Ranch waiting for me and I sure as hell don’t want to be late, Jake thought.
The main ranch house loomed up ahead, nestled among the pines. The barns and corrals could be seen further back, the rocky hillside overshadowing them. To each side of the road were open pastures, horses grazing on the late spring grasses. The early morning dew was still on the fields.
A welcome sign rattled in the breeze as Jake arrived in the ranch proper.
DOUBLE D RANCH
Proprietor Daryl Dawson
Daryl Dawson had purchased the ranch back in the 80s, renaming it the Double D. The locals joked he named it after his wife Darla, who was a busty little vixen 20 years younger than old Daryl himself. Darla must have had some strong genetics because her twin daughters were double DDs themselves, just like their MILF of a mother.