El Rancho del Corazón
18 Stall Six
MOST OF THE PARENTS had left the grounds. We had reassigned the trailer to Sora’s parents. My casa was all headed to the big tent. I told Dad that, as much as we needed the housing, with all the extras who were spending the summer, I thought it would be better to take the camper back home. I told him about what we’d done during the tornadoes. That option would go away as soon as we started construction inside. He agreed, but for tonight, Mom, Anna, and he were continuing their honeymoon in it.
There were a couple extra trailers and tents set up, and we celebrated way late around the fire before people finally started to move toward their sleeping quarters. I grabbed Liz’s hand.
“Hey, did you see what we did in the barn?” I asked.
“You mean digging? Yeah.”
“I mean in the sixth stall.”
“Something special?” she asked.
“Yeah. Let me show you.” I dragged her deeper into the barn. It was dark, but I knew where the tools were and we were in no danger from that. My heart was racing. I’d practically held my breath all evening as everyone congratulated us. I was still panicked. I needed to create menus for feeding everyone and we needed crews to work together. Someplace along the line I was supposed to plan my TV shows, and next weekend we were going up to Elaine’s brother’s wedding. I needed to blow off some steam and I couldn’t take the time to adequately love anyone in the tent with everyone there. Liz had given me permission. Take her. Any time. Any place. I sure hoped she meant it. I was already hard as a rock.
“It’s dark in here. Do we have a flashlight?” she asked.
“We won’t need one. Liz, I’ve been thinking, and I’d like to help you out.”
“With what?” she asked.
“Not with anything. I want to help you out of your clothes.” I pulled her back to me and ran my hands up under her shirt and pinched both her nipples at once. She gasped and I kept pulling her T-shirt up and over her head.
“Brian?” At this point I was depending on her to say ‘no’ or ‘stop.’ Saying my name wasn’t going to stop me.
“Yes, Liz. Any time. Any place. That was the permission you gave me.” I quickly unbuckled her pants and shoved them down her legs. I bit her shoulder blade as I brought both hands to press into her pussy. She gasped again when I probed her slit and cried out when I rubbed her nubbin. She was already slippery and more juices flooded my hand when I pushed a finger into her. “Here. Now. Bend over, Liz. Put your hands against the wall.” I guided her hands and pushed my own pants down to my knees. I ripped open a rubber and had it on in record time. I grabbed her hips, lined myself up, and pushed into her.
“Oh! Oh! You’re fucking me.”
“I am fucking you,” I said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since you rode in on your bike this morning. I need to be in you. I need to be fucking you.” I emphasized every phrase with another full-length stroke into her hot pussy. I pinched her nipples and alternately kissed and bit her shoulders. Her breath was coming in gasps, as mine was.
This wasn’t going to take long. Not for me. I slammed into her over and over, feeling her pushing her ass back into my pelvis. Too much. It was all too much. I just wanted to come in her tight little pussy.
“Ah! God! Fucking! Damn!” I screamed as jet after jet of come shot from my prick. Liz tried to outdo me in volume as she yelled, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
The damn broke and I was gasping for breath as my tears washed her back. I pulled out and turned her to face me as I hugged her. I could feel her crying against me. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What did I do?
“I’m… I’m sorry, Liz.”
“I was so afraid,” she gasped between her sobs. Oh, no, no, no.
“I’m sorry. I needed… I should have asked. You were the only one I could… Please don’t be scared of me.” She lifted her lips and crushed mine to her, reaming my mouth with her tongue.
“I was afraid you would never take me up on my permission. So afraid you didn’t trust me. Didn’t think I meant it. Brian, I love you. I love you. Any time. Any place. Any position. Any hole. Anything you want. Take me!” She kissed me again and again. She meant it. I didn’t do wrong. It was okay.
“I was so overwhelmed out there,” I said. “And when the casa came to the barn and told me they were all in. There’s so much I have to do. I’m so afraid I’ll let everyone down. I couldn’t just ask anyone else to come here with me. I had to believe you meant what you said.”
“I did. I do. Lean back against the wall.” She pushed me back and stripped the condom off my cock then sank to her knees and engulfed me in her mouth.
“Liz! You don’t… You hardly ever…”
“I do. Any time,” she said and then slurped me in again. “Come for me, Brian. Fill me. Fill my mouth. I don’t want to come this time. This is just for you. Just do it. Fuck me, Brian.” My hips began involuntarily bouncing off the wall and my cock into her mouth. She gagged once or twice, but adjusted her hands so I didn’t go in too far. Then she slipped one hand under me and probed my asshole with her finger.
“Yes! Oh, God! Yes!” I yelled. I pumped again, wondering that I had enough left in my balls after our fuck to fill her mouth. She held me in her mouth until my raging hard-on subsided. Then she raised back up to hug me. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Kissed her desperately. She broke away and panted into my neck, lifting her lips to kiss my ear.
“You are wrong, Brian. I’m not the only one. You could have asked any woman in our casa and she would have done this for you. We’ve tried to tell you before. Elaine has forced you to ask her. You have to ask for what you want. Granted, you couldn’t have just grabbed Nikki and bent her over and fucked her. But she’d have been on her knees in an instant if you needed her. Cassie would have gone down on you. Mary… Hell, she’d have offered you her cherry. And you know that those of us who are your lovers would do whatever you wanted, if you would just ask. You always wait for us. We don’t always want to tell you when it’s time. We want you to tell us. Brian, do you want to make love to Hannah every night and wake with her in your arms every morning? You have to tell us that’s what you want. We’d have some ideas about who else got to be with you and what time of day you were reserving to screw us silly. But if there is something you want… anything you want, you need to tell us. And with me, you need to just take it. Anything, Brian. I love you so much.”
“Liz. Honey. I want to make love to you now.”
“Either pull your pants up or take them off so you can carry me to your bed. Love me. I’m yours.”
“Okay,” Mr. Duval said Sunday at lunch. “The $75,000 should be in your Casa del Fuego bank account by close of business tomorrow. Hopefully you can last the day with what you have. You need to designate an accountant for your group. You will have to separate out what is spent for materials from labor and house construction from your daily expenses. But believe me, it is easier to do that on paper than it is to juggle around three or four different bank accounts.”
“However, you do have a business account,” Mr. Davis said. “We already seeded that with $10,000 from the investment. Hannah, you should come to Mishawaka this week and meet with Harvey. We are prepared to transfer the remaining $40,000 of our investment into the account and I think Harvey will see the sense in doing the same. But you need to talk to him, not me. Then you can start placing the orders for your lighting and appliances and get the wiring you need done. You need to keep careful record of what you supply in the construction from the business and as much as possible, have it set up so you can take everything with you, or at least identify it. Obviously, you can’t take the wiring for the studio lights with you. You can take all the lights, though. If you have a control panel for the lighting, it should be one that you can disconnect and remove. As many of your business assets as possible should go with you if you move to a new studio. If it can’t go with you, it’s an expense, not an asset.”
Hannah took a deep breath and blew it out. I knew exactly how she felt.
“Don’t go thinking that you have to do everything—either of you. Or you, Rose. Sometimes you are as bad about taking responsibility for everything as Brian is,” Rex continued. “Delegate. Find the person in your casa who is good at this kind of thing and use them for it. For that matter, it doesn’t even have to be in your casa. You’ve got a big clan. Someone has these skills or is willing to learn them.”
We got all our instructions and turned to welcome the first batch of the younger kids who were arriving. Carl’s folks had a carload with them. And they just kept coming. Hannah pulled me down to whisper to me.
“I may need you to fuck me,” she said loudly enough that Rose could hear.
“Me, too,” Rose said. “How far away do you think we need to be so we don’t frighten the children when we come?”
“Farther than stall six,” Hannah giggled.
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