El Rancho del Corazón
8 Best Ass
AFTER THE CHAOS of Friday night, Saturday seemed like a pretty calm day when Betts and Addison headed for the airport. I loved what Rhiannon was doing with house plans and just hoped that there would be a way to get it built and all of us moved in before school started. I honestly didn’t think so. The insurance company had even objected to paying a displacement stipend because, technically, no one was living in the house at the time of the fire. I was getting a headache trying to figure out how I could keep my casa—my family—together.
When in doubt, ride a horse.
It seemed like others had the same idea. When I got to the barn, only Jingo was in the pasture. Silk and Rika were gone. I whistled and Jingo came trotting up to me, nuzzling me for carrots, which I happily supplied.
“Did they ride off and leave you, old boy? Come on in and let’s get you brushed up. You’re a good old boy.” I didn’t use a lead rope. I just walked ahead into the barn. At the mention of being brushed, he followed me like a puppy. It didn’t take long to get into the rhythm of brushing and talking to him.
“I’m worried, fella. We were all counting on that house. It was going to be the place where we could be together. Now I’m not even sure if we can all go down. Maybe we’ll have to spend another year up here and go to the extension. Only that would really scatter us. Whitney and Sora have to be at the main campus for their athletics. Elaine will still be another year in Indy. Sarah has two years left at Oberlin. Casa del Agua and Casa de la Tierra will have a place to live down there when the new bunkhouse is built. It wouldn’t be fair for all of us to try to bunk with them. Their parents are paying for the house and they are leasing the land from Anna. Temporarily, it would work. But we’d go crazy by fall if we didn’t have a place.”
Jingo flicked his ears and shook all the way down his spine as I tossed a blanket over him.
“Don’t worry. You still have a place to live either here or in the barn down there. At least nothing happened to it. I wish we could live in it.” I cinched up the saddle and led him out to mount and ride.
I met Sam and Hannah in the woods. We didn’t stop to play around anywhere but we did tell a lot of jokes.
“So, what do they do with chemists when they die?” Sam repeated my question.
“Barium.” Both girls looked at me with a puzzled expression. I sighed.
“Don’t explain it,” Hannah said. “I want to see if I can figure it out.”
“Well, you tell us one, then,” I said.
“This is kind of a half-truth,” Hannah said. “It’s about my dad. He used to own a donkey.”
“You’re kidding!” She looked at me with one eyebrow up and I shut up.
“He entered it in a race and it won,” she continued. “So, he entered another one and it won again. The local paper thought it was great that Dad was out there like a regular guy racing his donkey. The headline they ran said PASTOR’S ASS OUT FRONT.” We all started laughing, but she wasn’t finished. “The bishop didn’t get the humor and demanded that Dad not run any more races. So, he went down to explain the situation at the track. The next day the newspaper headline read BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR’S ASS.” By that time, Sam and I were howling. “The bishop wasn’t happy, so he demanded Dad get rid of the donkey. The bishop’s wife wasn’t particularly happy with him, so she asked Dad for the donkey and he gave it to her. The next day the headline read BISHOP’S WIFE HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. He was apoplectic, which is a word you don’t hear in many jokes. He demanded she get rid of the poor donkey. She sold it back to Dad for $10. The next day the paper headline read BISHOP’S WIFE SELLS HER ASS TO PASTOR FOR $10. Now everybody had to get into it and the General Council called the bishop and told him he had to put an end to it. He bought the donkey and took it out to the desert and released it. The next day the headline was BISHOP ANNOUNCES HIS ASS IS WILD AND FREE.” We were laughing so hard we almost fell off the horses. I thought she was done, but Hannah took her hat off and held it over her heart. She looked at the two of us until we took our hats off as well. “They buried the bishop the next day.” She put her hat back on. “Which just goes to show that a bishop will live longer if he stops worrying about everyone else’s ass and just covers his own.”
“Did you hear what she said, Brian?” Samantha whispered to me when we rubbing down the horses. I had to chuckle a little.
“Which time? When she stopped in the middle of the trail and whooped out that ‘she got it?’ Or about the bishop’s ass?”
“I mean yesterday at Dr. McCall’s. Just before we left she said she wanted to spend the night sandwiched between her novia. That’s us, Brian! She wants both of us. I’m her novia just like you are.”
“I’m glad we had that session with Dr. McCall. And I’m glad I’m going to be able to see her again next week.”
“Tonight’s our night, cónyuge. Our night with our novia.”
We finished brushing our teeth and made room for the next wave to use the bathroom. If Rhiannon’s plan flew, the new house would have a lot more bathroom space.
“Um… Brian?” Samantha stood with Hannah next to my bed. “Hannah and I… we’re pretty inexperienced together. We didn’t… you know… go down on each other while you were gone.”
“I thought you said you’d made love Tuesday and Wednesday.” I was confused again.
“Yeah. On Tuesday, we just held each other and did a lot of kissing with Courtney. Wednesday, she spent all day teasing me and then when she kissed me in bed she touched my jill and I went off so fast I almost passed out. We kept kissing and just went to sleep before anything else happened,” Sam sighed.
“We’ll figure it out. Remember, we have to talk about it. We can’t just assume we know. Is this what you want, sweetie?” I asked Hannah.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want to be with the two people I love most in the world.”
We spent the night in a slow, easy exploration of each other. I’d made love to Hannah Tuesday morning and then tore out of town. I guess I’m a bit of a pig and realizing it was a bigger blow to my ego than being displaced was. I’m used to being in the middle when there are two girls in bed with me. Even with Jennifer and Courtney, they both want to be next to me. But when I got into bed, expecting Hannah on one side and Samantha on the other, Hannah slid in and nudged me over ‘so there will be room for Samantha.’ Sam crawled in on the other side of Hannah and we sandwiched her.
I should have known that. Hannah had said in Doctor McCall’s office that she wanted to be sandwiched between her novia. But my big ego assumed that I would be between the girls. It left me wondering if it was really me that the other girls clustered next to or if I was wedging myself between them. What a prick! I was determined to be aware of what the girls all wanted.
In the meantime, Hannah got her sandwich. And while she and Samantha kissed and hugged, I gave both girls a foot massage to a duet of moans. Eventually, I spooned behind Hannah and she pulled me through between her legs before getting me to her very wet entrance.
“Brian, don’t stop. Please put it in me. I want to be with you both. Please?”
We never found out if Samantha could make Hannah climax on her own. While I slid in and out of my new lover’s pussy, Sam manipulated her clit. Hannah must have been doing something, too, because Sam came within an instant of Hannah. I took a few more long strokes before emptying myself into my lover. Sam and I kept her sandwiched between us the rest of the night.
“You know all my secrets,” I whispered when I awoke. Hannah rubbed her head back under my chin. “When I am with you, I want to be a better person than I am. I want to be the person you believe in. I’m just a guy, my love. A teenager. I’m not even sure I’m fully human on one level. I know that when I’m with you, and I see myself through your eyes, I’m so much more than I am any other time. I love you.” I kissed the back of her neck. I reached across her and held onto Samantha, too. We fell back to sleep.
I have so much to learn.
I had refrigerated dough that I pulled out and rolled on the breadboard Monday morning. I’d picked up a batch of early strawberries Sunday afternoon and I had them ready for a new recipe. I was trying for turnovers. I hadn’t been able to find a recipe, so I just decided to make one up. I cut the bread dough into five-inch squares about a quarter-inch thick. I put my strawberry filling in the center of each one and then folded them diagonally so they made triangles. Then I pinched the edges and let them rise.
Whitney took me outside to do forms, but we didn’t spar. We met Hannah and Samantha coming out of the house eating toast as they went to Sam’s car.
“Hey! Where are you off to so early?” First Sam and then Hannah gave me a loving kiss.
“Harvey is a slave-driver,” Hannah said. “I’m supposed to run a camera today and follow along with all the instructions Harvey gives the other cameraman. He says I need to know what it looks like through the lens in order to direct my own cameramen.” I waved goodbye to them as they drove away.
“I just hope we have a show to produce,” I whispered. Whitney gave me a squeeze. I went into the kitchen to put the turnovers in the oven. Rose and Rhiannon walked in yawning. “Good morning, loves,” I said cheerfully. “We’ll have breakfast in about thirty minutes, but there’s coffee.” Rose stood on tiptoe in just a T-shirt and gave me a warm kiss while I petted her bare bottom.
“Cover that up before Hayden gets out here, please,” Mom said from the doorway. “Did you say there was coffee, Brian?”
“Of course, Mom.”
“What are you making for breakfast?”
“Strawberry turnovers,” I said. “I hope. I kind of made it up out of the recipe I use for cinnamon rolls. I have no idea if it will work.”
“I’m sure it will be lovely, even if not traditional,” Mom said. Dad came into the kitchen as I kissed Rhiannon good morning. I’d carefully turned her away from the doorway so her bare butt wasn’t exposed while I petted it.
By the time we were eating turnovers, Jennifer and Courtney had appeared in riding clothes, and Whitney was already down from her shower and ready to go home. Liz had gone home the night before. Everyone had a ton of work to do to get ready for the next chapter of our lives. There was a lot of shopping being done for summer clothes, too. Jennifer and Courtney headed out immediately to care for the horses and take Jingo and Silk for a ride. I was thinking maybe I’d ride along on Rika when Rhiannon tapped me and asked if we could talk upstairs. Rose had gone back up to get dressed after she got her coffee, but Rhiannon was still in her T-shirt.
Rose kissed me and said she had errands to run. Rhiannon took my hand and led me upstairs in a very empty house. I wondered if this is what it would be like on the ranch. An hour or two of mad scurrying around and then an empty house. Office. Hannah needed an office in the new house.
“Rhiannon, have you considered a production office in the house plans for Hannah? And it’s looking like you have a business going already with NMH. What do you think about just developing Stall One into a regular office?” I asked. I turned to find her naked in front of me.
“That’s one of the things I wanted to talk about after we have a shower and make love,” Rhiannon said.
Well, I wasn’t going to argue about that. I got into the shower and before too long, I got into Rhiannon.
“I’m so torn,” Rhiannon sighed. “I love what I’m doing with the house plans and I’m excited about school, but I just want to get married and have babies. I think my hormones are betraying me.” I laughed at her a little and that caused another stir where we were still connected.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting a family, Rhiannon,” I said. “But you guys are only eighteen. You don’t have any way to support a family. Don’t you think it’s better to delay a couple years, until at least one of you has a good income?”
“Of course I do! That’s the point. That’s why I’m going to school and why it’s important to build this relationship I have going with Nappanee Manufactured Housing. I just want a little one—or five.”
“How about a puppy?” I asked. She hit me. Then she kissed me.
“You really are something, Brian Frost.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be flip.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. I didn’t think of it as flippant. I think… well, you have Rose, which would be more woman than most men could handle in a lifetime. And Whitney, Samantha, and Liz. Liz needs a harem of her own! Oh, man, can’t you imagine that? Jennifer and Courtney. Elaine, Sora, Sarah. Brenda and Doreen. Now Hannah, the love of your life, is with you. And still, when I ask you to make love to me, you treat me as if I’m the only woman in the world. My mind wanders to Doug and Doreen more than yours does to any of your lovers,” she sighed. She was moving on me again and we took a moment to change to a new condom. “I feel so special and I know that every one of your lovers feels the same way. I don’t know how you manage to make us each feel like we are the only girl in the world when we are with you. You truly are an enchanted prince.”
I didn’t answer Rhiannon. Not with words. I kissed her and rolled on top of her as I plunged deep into her pussy. I didn’t know how I did what she said. I didn’t care. What mattered right now was the lovely girl beneath me. In some other life, I could imagine that I was the one she wanted to have babies with and raise her family. She was intense and passionate. Her soft breasts were a perfect target for my tongue and we began to move faster as I sucked on her nipples. Then she sang.
“Someday my prince will come!”
We started laughing. We were making love with my cock buried to the balls in her pussy and both of us laughing so hard that we were bouncing the bed. And then all of a sudden ‘someday’ happened and we were both coming and laughing and bouncing and rolling around. I loved this girl.
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