“The Double D Ranch” was burned into the wooden sign above the path Darlene Dawkins and Sheriff Dan Harper now spurred their horses along. The moonlight was bright tonight, luckily for them. Trying to keep such a brisk pace at night was a foolish task, but with the clear sky and full moon, coupled with Darlene’s determination, it proved a safe journey.

Earlier that night, Abigail Mae had gone to bed still unsure of exactly where Annie and Bill had gotten off to. She laid back in her bed, wearing only a short, sheer nightgown that she’d bought in town and never let the other girls see. It was a bit too girly for their rough and tumble lifestyle and she knew it. And it was far too immodest for her to ever let anyone see her wearing it. But on occasion when she really wanted to feel sexy, she would wear it alone in her room. She lay back in her bed and began to touch herself. It hadn’t been what she wanted, but her fingers had served her well. She thought of Bill Parker.

She thought of his firm muscular body as he bathed. In her fantasy, she had the boldness to walk right over to him as he stood nude and glistening in the afternoon sun. She dropped her dress and stood before him, completely unembarrassed to be standing there, completely naked, in the middle of the yard. Of course, she knew that she could never do such a thing, but that’s just what she did in the show in her mind. In the real world, she lay in bed with fingers playing softly up and down her already wet opening between her legs. She let two fingers slide up and down, stopping to roll around her clitoris as she closed her eyes tight and savored her fantasy.

She stood proudly, her back slightly arched pushing her heaving bosom out for him to admire. She slid her hands up the sides of her legs, trickling her fingers up her hips, along the thick curve of her sides and up to her breasts. She cupped them and lifted, causing them to press together in a display of cleavage few men would ever behold. Her soft pink areolas were brought up and put on display for him. She used the forefinger of each hand to play at her nipples. They were getting hard as she rubbed them, and they weren’t the only thing. Bill’s cock now stood out fully erect. He was enjoying the show that the young woman was putting on.

“Do you want me, Bill?” she asked in her mind and her lips mouthed the words silently as she lay in her bed. He only nodded in agreement. “Then take me,” she said in a breathy voice.

He splashed out of the small tub and wrapped her up in a full body hug that pressed his wet body against hers. He pressed his lips to hers forcefully. They kissed passionately, her tongue playing against his. His hands kneaded at the flesh on her back, almost clawing at her with desire. Then, as the kisses began to soften his hands drifted down her back to her plump ass. He grabbed it, caressing, groping. That’s when the first orgasm struck her. The thought of his hands all over her body and the warmth of his muscular frame pressed into her soft form had grown to be too much. Almost without warning, she came. But she wasn’t ready to stop yet.

She thought of him dropping to his knees before her. Bill’s hands drifted softly up the inside of her thighs and traced lightly along her vagina before letting them slide up her body. They moved past her belly. She’d often been embarrassed of her more rotund frame, but with no one to judge her in her own mind, she quite liked the idea of him touching her plump midsection. As his hands moved out and formed around her waist, he plunged his face into her crotch. His tongue lashed out furiously. She was past the point of delicacy now, and she plunged one of her fingers inside of herself to help simulate the feeling of his tongue working away at her. He sat on his knees looking up at her as he pleasured her with his mouth, his hands reaching up to play with her breasts. She had her second orgasm.

Suddenly she was on her back, just as she was in the real world. His body loomed over her and his erect cock was poised at her slick pink entrance. “Fuck me, Bill,” she said in her mind, though at this point she was not sure if she also said it aloud as well. His cock slid smoothly inside of her. She used two fingers to serve as a pale substitute for the real thing. His first push was slow and gentle, but then his pace quickened. He thrust hard and fast. Her body surged beneath him. Her breasts heaved. With one hand spreading her pussy and the other working inside of it, it caused her arms to be close along her body, forcing her breasts together. Her heels dug into the bed sheets as she pumped back and forth, trying to simulate him doing the same to her. The surging motion caused her huge breasts to bound up and down, almost hitting her in the chin at certain points of extreme movement. She thought of him above her, sweat glistening on his brow. He told her that he was going to cum and she said, “Do it. Cum inside of me.” She could almost feel his cock unleash a mighty stream of semen deep within her. And as he came in her fantasy, she came in real life. It was the third one tonight. It was the strongest one so far. It left her legs trembling and her breath ragged.

She fell asleep within minutes, satisfied. Though the sheets were wet, she did not mind. She did not even bother pulling down her nightie to cover herself when she drifted off to even wilder dreams than those her mind could conjure when she was awake.

She didn’t sleep long, but it had been a deep sleep. The deep sleep brought on by sexual satisfaction. Abigail Mae was startled awake by Darlene slamming open the door to her room. She sat upright in her bed. Her curly blonde locks were all a mess around her face and she wore only the thin nightie that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Her dreams were swiftly vanishing and being replaced by reality. She rubbed at her eyes and when they started to clear, she saw the sheriff standing behind Darlene and reflexively covered her breasts with her hands. Her cheeks blushed a bright red, made only more apparent by her fair complexion. Darlene had said something, asked something, but she was still too asleep to make out what it was.

Darlene grabbed Abigail Mae by the shoulders, giving her a firm shake. This caused her breasts to bounce about freely under the nightie as her hands clasped them tightly. Abigail Mae’s eyes stayed fixed on the sheriff. A man she barely knew was in her room and seeing her practically naked in an outfit she never intended anyone else to see. “Abigail Mae!” Darlene exclaimed only inches from her face. Finally, the fog started to clear a bit and her attention turned to Darlene. “Where is Bill Parker?” She said it slow and clear this time so Abigail Mae could understand.

Abigail Mae used one of her hands to try to clear the sleep from her eyes, leaving one breast exposed, much to the sheriff’s enjoyment. “I dunno,” she said groggily. “He had dinner with us and then him and Annie just disappeared. I figured they slipped off for…” She stopped her sentence suddenly, remembering that the sheriff was in the room and placed her hand back over her breast. “Well, you know,” she said turning her head away shyly. “But they wasn’t in the barn or the bunk house. I don’t know where they slipped off to.”

“It’s ok Abigail Mae. You just stay put.” Darlene gestured to the sheriff and they made their way out of the building. The two began a search, fanning out from the main structure, both with pistols drawn. If that man had done something to Annie, Darlene’s wrath would not be contained. The two made it to the end of the garden when they heard a loud scream of “FUCK!”

It was a man’s voice. And it repeated, time and time again.

It was coming from the garden shed.

When Darlene kicked open the door she saw Annie, riding atop the man known to them as Bill Parker. He was bound up with ropes. His hands, arms, legs, all tied down to make him practically immobile. He was completely nude and laid out flat on his back. Annie brought her bouncing to a sudden halt on top of him, her breasts still jiggling from the elaborate motion. When she saw the Darlene and Sheriff Harper standing with their guns drawn in the doorway, she stood. The man’s cock slid out of her as she rose. Her thighs, as well as his, were coated in wetness. There was no telling how long she’d been at this, but morning would soon be approaching and Abigail Mae had said that the two had slipped off just after supper.

Annie was still completely nude and apparently showed no shame as she walked over to a small barrel and pulled back the blanket that covered it, revealing a saddlebag monogrammed with the letters “KJ” and stuffed full of money. She tossed the bag to the sheriff. He was so distracted by watching her lithe body and gently giggling breasts that he nearly failed to catch it. Annie’s thin nude frame sauntered out past the two and she turned towards the bunk house. Sheriff Harper’s eyes stayed fixed on her as the moonlight illuminated her body, her small tight ass flexed as she walked and even from behind he could see hints of the sides of her breasts as the peeked out back and forth from her thin back with the sway of her shoulders. Darlene noticed that he was watching, and if she was honest with herself, she did a bit of watching herself. But watching him watch Annie was far more entertaining to her. A smile began to form on her face.

The man trussed up on the floor let out a bit of a whimper and called Darlene and the sheriff’s attention back to him. In a ragged breath he said, “Please. She’s crazy. Help me.”

The sheriff could only smile in response.

Darlene holstered her pistol, her face beaming with pride and amusement. “Well sheriff, it seems the ladies of the Double D Ranch always get their man!”

THE END