Hot Rod Ford Livin The Dream

Hot Rod Ford Livin' the Dream

The ride back was equal parts taunting and bashfulness. The preceding events had been a first for all three, and now the careless nudity and sex of their romp had morphed into a mild embarrassment, broken by kidding, teasing, and joking about what they had done. Angie had a pink tint to her face and neck, and Claire vacillated between bawdy, coy, and bashful about being so daring. Having pulled off the rare 'older sisters double,' Rod was feeling pretty good about himself, but a bit concerned about his doubles partners. He was in it for the enjoyment; he hoped they were too, and there were no expectations.

Angie pulled up just before they topped the big hill above the ranch house, assumed a serious face, and said, "Rod, you and I already had the talk about 'sports fucks' and 'fuck buddies' but Claire needs to tell you how she feels. Sis."

"That's true. This was a one-off, something I wanted and needed to do, but I know we can't keep doing." She leered at him, winked, and stated, "Although, having experienced you, I'll admit I'd like to. When we crest the hill, we become friends without benefits. My daughter is coming in later, and she seems to have a big crush on you. I don't want to get involved in that kind of mess, or an affair with a young rodeo cowboy.

"We shouldn't have done what we did, but I wanted to know if sex for me could like Angie described it, and I learned it can! Honestly, that changes everything! If a young hunk like you can lust for me, and enjoy my body the way you did, I can find someone my age who wants me and is willing to be the man I need. At least I hope and trust that's true.

"So, thank you, for doing more than you know for this 'older woman'."

"Believe me, it was my pleasure. You too, Ang. I won't pretend I'm not disappointed - you two are HOT, in looks and in bed, or in water, or grass, or wherever! But I accept your decision, and I'll treasure the memories. However, if you ever need a 'fuck buddy' again, you have my number."

Claire asked, "But you're going to treasure our memories in secret, right? I don't want Hailey to find out what a wanton slut her mother can be!"

He nodded yes, and then Angie spoke up. "Or her aunt!" Rod gave her a look that made her shiver, and said, "Oh, especially her aunt, who set new standards for slutty aunts this weekend!"

She giggled, and Claire asked, "Really? You were worse last night?"

Rod nodded emphatically, and said, "Her new boyfriend needs the stamina of a marathoner, the recovery time of 16 year-old, and a

very

open mind about sex!"

Claire burst out laughing, but Angie just gave her a happy grin and nodded in agreement. It was the happiest Claire could remember her being since the tragedy.

Jack was out back stacking wood in a fire box to make coals to grill the steaks, so they went inside and started on the rest of the meal. Jack noticed the damp hair, but also noticed the smiles on faces that had worn frowns and sorrow far too long. He mentally shrugged: sometimes things just happen, and they all looked happy.

It was nearly time for the other families to arrive, so the women freshened up and Rod changed into fresh clothes in his trailer. For having achieved a fantasy sisters-twosome, he was strangely contradicted. They made it clear this was just a sport fuck, both had been fantastically receptive and responsive, and they had actually thanked

him

for providing more than the physical relief they craved.

Two women in a clear, cold pond beneath a waterfall was a first; that they were sisters was another first, for sure! It had been mind-blowing in several ways, including seeing Angie's flushed face when Claire finished with a squeal. He laid her on the grassy bank, where she arched her back, pushed herself backwards, lay back, and presented her naked body to the midday sun while he turned his attention to Angie.

Knowing that, after his superhuman efforts to satisfy her last night, he had just laid waste to and inside Claire, Angie was kneeling in the shallow water along the shore when he turned around, prepared to revive him yet again. She captured his cock in her hand, and then her mouth.

She was enthusiastic and skilled, so it took little time until her mouth was filled with hard cock. At that point, she stood up, pulled him into waist deep water, wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted herself, and helped him enter her. The water was chilly and refreshing, but being in water that long usually created a lubrication problem for the woman. Not Angie: she was fevered, still wet, and still wanton.

She was a lot noisier than her sister, and more athletic. Claire had implanted herself on him, wrapped her legs around him, and let him use her for their mutual pleasure. Angie had her tongue down his throat and her muscular butt was in constant motion: up, down, around, change position a little, and do it again. Until she found the feeling she wanted, and got serious about getting what she needed!

Rod did little more than keep them balanced and squeeze her butt cheeks, but every now and then he would thrust upward, she would cry 'oh' and redouble her efforts. They had experience together and knew things about each other's bodies, but Angie wasn't interested in anything right now but a good, hard fuck, and she was delivering it!

He was feeling the boiling in his balls well before her felt her begin to tense, then quiver, and finally explode in orgasm, so when she cried out, he pulled her as tight as he could and emptied his balls into her cauldron. That caused another orgasm, or a continuation of the first, that lasted until she slumped against him.

"Lay her here," Claire said, pointing at a spot a few feet away, "and you come lie between us. I need a nap, and I want to lay my head on your shoulder, snuggle up, and feel your hand on my body while I sleep. She's not really conscious, but I'm sure she would want the same."

He did as she instructed, and Claire snuggled up on one side, Angie on the other. Angie murmured 'mmmmm' and draped her arm over him before drifting off to sleep; Claire pressed her breasts against him, laid her head on his shoulder, and quickly began making a cute little snoring sound.

He dozed off briefly a time or two, but otherwise drank in the scenery, the feel of the bodies against his, and contemplated what would come next.

As he learned later, the disappointing answer was 'nothing,' but he enjoyed flights of fancy before they awoke. Ignoring the hard cock sticking up, they got up, told him it was time to eat, and hustled up the hill. He followed at a leisurely pace, enjoying the view from behind, and argued against the clothes they were putting back on. He not only lost that argument, they insisted he also get dressed, which he did reluctantly.

The sisters were famished: they devoured their salads and sandwiches and part of his before insisting they needed to get back 'now!' The 'no more never again, we're just friends' talk didn't happen until just before they got to the ranch house, but he was still in limbo as they put reins on the horses and began their return.

The arrival of the Anderson and Ford families provided a needed distraction, and Rod got caught up in the developing camaraderie among the three families, who shared a love of cattle, horses, and equine events - rodeo, show jumping, and dressage.

Having an Olympics hopeful in show jumping arriving in a few hours engendered stories about her interests, adventures, and misadventures after she came to them, and the crooked path she took before her evolution into the top rank of showjumpers. No one listened more closely than Rod, before his dad, Clay, and Jack pulled him away.

"It's time for our ride out to the back section where the cattle are - you ready?" Jack asked. Rod assured him he was, and saddled Cash while they saddled three of Jack's horses. The ride out was leisurely, with Jack expounding on his joint venture with Clay: 'Hartland Beef.'

"I started raising beef again after I bought this section off a neighbor who wanted out of the ranching business. It's taken me few years, but I've got the breeding stock I need now, and so does Clay, who joined me three years ago. In fact, we've got too much breeding stock for the land we own but neither of us is ready to buy more land, so we're looking for a new partnership.

"The demand is there, for sure. In fact, we could sell a quarter more than we can produce to our major buyer, a grocery store chain that focuses on small to medium-sized towns. And there are other markets we've only dabbled in, including a chain of upscale steakhouses that comes on to us with a buying and advertising offer every few months."

Rod had been alert, but had kept his thoughts to himself. His dad and Clay already seemed to know all this, which made him finally ask, "It appears that I'm the only one in this group that doesn't know where this pitch is going, so why don't we just get to the point?"

Clay chuckled. "Your dad said you'd see right through our spiel, but we wanted to provide a little background before we hit you with it.

"Remember that place between my ranch and here that I pointed out to you? Beautiful rolling grassland as far as the eye can see, with a big cattle barn and a smaller horse barn, pens, and a bunch of winter shelters?"

"Of course. So?"

"It's for sale by owner, and has been for almost a year. The owner's financial situation has changed, and he's no longer trying to max his profits. He let us know he's open to a deal. That's good, but what's better is, if it's the right person, he would like to finance it and bank the payments. Better on taxes, and better for his retirement plans.

"Now as sweet as all that is, we - Jack Hart and I - would like to lease the land, cattle barn, pens, and shelters to expand our Hartland Beef brand. It just so happens that the lease payments would cover the mortgage payments with a little left over, so all the new owner has to do is come up with the down payment and make the deal with the owner. Who just happens to be a former NFR tie down champion."

Rod looked at his dad and asked, "And why aren't you and grandad all over this deal?"

"Because we're working on a deal down home that would about double the size of the ranch, give us access to lot of artesian water, some very nice buildings for the ranch hands to live in, and a 'Hunting Lodge' that is nicer than either of our homes. We won't have much free money if it works out."

"I didn't know that, but you must mean the Cochina. If so, that would mean a lot of work, and hired hands.

"Anyway, the three of you believe this former tie down champion, owner of what - two or three sections with great facilities, including implement sheds for trailers, tractors, and more, and a nice house near the road with an arena - is going to finance the purchase for an eighteen-year-old boy who's still in high school? Does he have advanced dementia?"

They all laughed, and Jack said, "I might have done a little groundwork with him. In fact, all three of us have, and so has your grandfather. One or both would have to cosign, but they're willing, which means he's willing. Think you can come up with $80,000?"

"80K? That land has to be worth $5-6000 per acre, plus improvements! That's a minimum of $6 million! He's willing to take $80 thousand down?"

Jack replied, "Well, it turns out he has a bunch of tar oil land, and anything more than $80,000 would make his tax situation pretty precarious this year, so yes."

"Well hell! I'm not the sharpest tack in the drawer, but getting a 1280 acre ranch for $80,000 down and you guys make the payment... doesn't sound like that bad a deal to me!"

His dad grinned. "Your grandad said you'd jump on it, even if it eats a good part of your free cash. So when do you want to meet Mrs. and Mr. Walker, see the ranch up close, and talk business?"

"When are you, grandad, and these yahoos available? I want to make sure you're all locked in," he replied.

"We are, and we've seen it up close and personal many times," Clay said. "Take your dad and grandad; they can charm anyone you can't, if there is such a person."

They talked about raising and marketing fed cattle, and land deals all the way back. When they topped the hill above the ranch house, Rod saw that Hailey's fancy rig was backed into a slot beside the barn. He straightened up in the saddle just enough to get hassled, but he ignored them. Whatever he and Hailey shared when they met, for a very short time, was a long way from a relationship. However, after their exchange of emails and texts, and a little Facetime while she was in British Columbia, he had a good feeling. And if she really intended to come visit him, who knows?

So, yes, he was a little excited, but not like a thirteen-year-old schoolboy with an infatuation. After all, he'd had a pretty good night and morning.

Hailey was a rare beauty with an even rarer body, an engaging personality, and a 'speak your mind' outlook. She played at being sexually experienced and available, but he doubted she was as easy as she tried to sound when they first started talking, before she left for British Columbia. In a way, she had sounded more like a girl acting at being 'modern woman', but he was a kid himself, so maybe he read it all wrong and she's a slut. One road led to romance and loving sex, the other to uninhibited sex, so it would be hard to lose either way. Still, he kind of hoped she was more like her whispered words before she left.

And there she was, with her mom and aunt. All were dressed casually for the evening affair, and he put all three in the "Yeah, I would do that!" category before remembering that he had done two of the three, and the third was the best looking! Maybe a shade away from being a ten, but certainly at the 9+ level. Not that he culled much in the 8+ segment anyway.

All walked up to greet the men, and all gave him a brief hug. Hailey's was a bit timid and weak compared to Angie and Claire, but then, he already knew them carnally.

They joined the others around back. Lisa had returned, and she, Gina, and Susan had stacks of utensils, plates, and cups on the tables. Lisa hugged Jack and said, "We lit the fire when y'all started back, so your coals should be ready. We have everything else staying cool in the refrigerator or warm in the oven, so get started on those prime Hartland Steaks!"

The four men went about doing just that, so Rod checked on the other teens and discovered they were playing a board game. Except Hailey, who was helping the women in the kitchen. He wandered in there 'to get a drink of water' and get trapped into a 'this is your life' dissertation by his mom and Mamaw. His grandmother latched onto him, and before he could escape, she and his mother had led them through his childhood, his early interest in computers, games, programming, music, and videos, and how he had turned those interests into tech enterprises that earned him a lot of money, and still did, when he released upgrades or new games, or contracted for his drones and videography skills.

Being raised a cattleman, learning to rope when he was three, learning to flank calves that were bigger than him, his excellence in finding and using branding irons during the spring roundups for them and their neighbors, and how his ranch hand skills translated to the rodeo arena were described in detail.

Mom explained that she and Rodney decided before they got married that they wanted autumn babies so they would be older, more mature, and ready for the demands of school when they started. Rod's conception had happened on their honeymoon, to their surprise and, later, their delight. They sweated through the excruciatingly hot month of August, fearing he would be born before rather than after September 1, which is the 'school start' birthdate in Texas. With a September 4 birthday, he would have the advantage of being one of the oldest kids in his class, and would have better success in addressing the legislatively mandated kindergarten curriculum that was not aligned with best practices for 5 year-olds.

But she got backed up with horses, Rodney was still on the tour, and their plan to help him prepare for kindergarten got lost in the businesses of breeding and training horses, the pro rodeo tour, and running a large ranch. So when it came time, they decided to hold him back a year, and let him continue learning breeding and raising livestock with his grandfather, and Mamaw agreed to help him prepare for starting school.

Being a year older than his classmates definitely helped him succeed in reading, writing, and arithmetic, and they never regretted their decision. He was so smart that schoolwork came easy to him, and so big, strong, and naturally fast and quick, he excelled in athletics at every level.

They then bragged about his athletic abilities and achievements, his 4.0 GPA, his near 1600 SAT score, the elite colleges he had been accepted to, the scholarships they offered and the reason for the offer -academics, athletics, or rodeo.

Angie and Hailey grinned at his embarrassment, and he managed to end it by asking them if there was a pond nearby. Angie reminded him that there was one by the cabins, and he said, "Well, now that Mom and Grandmother have told my life story, I'm going to prove that I'm as perfect as they claim by walking on water."

Everyone laughed, but his grandmother challenged him. "So which part wasn't true, HR?"

He grinned, hugged her, picked her feet off the ground, twirled her around, and replied, "In your mind, Mamaw, they are all 100% true, but you might have neglected a few slipups I had along the way."

She harrumphed, Rod hugged her tightly, picked her up by her arms until she was his height, kissed her cheek, and set her back on the floor. She was grinning and fussing the entire time, but when he put her down, she reached as high as she could, patted his cheek, and assured them, "Well, you're perfect to me, whether or not you can walk on water!"

Hailey rolled her eyes at that, but did it with an understanding expression; Lisa was the only grandmother she knew, and her opinion of Hailey was similarly slanted. Angie just grinned and nodded in agreement, though she might have been thinking about something Mamaw wasn't.

Soon thereafter, a pickup with two men drove up. Rod had seen both at the rodeo dance, and the taller, older one had been dancing with Claire. The other had danced with Angie a few times, and she had mentioned him as another horse trainer. Claire paired up with and introduced Sid, and Angie took his hand and introduced Kevin.

They were their dinner guests, which drew a raised eyebrow from Lisa; neither had invited anyone but her husband before, and she considered this a breakthrough. She invited everyone to the back patio, where the tables were set up for the meal.

The grillers said they needed six more minutes for the idiots who had to have their prime steak burned, so the women and girls converged on the kitchen, returning with the salads, vegetables, fruit, and desserts. When Jack and Rodney carried the platters of meat back, curmudgeon Jack said, "These are the platters of good steaks, cooked rare and medium rare. Rodney is carrying one platter of dry steaks - the medium - and a platter of burnt meat! But from now on, you people that want 'medium-well' are gonna have to come ruin your own steaks, or eat 'em medium; that's the most damage I'll do to good meat!"

Hailey, Angie, Susan, Andi, Mandy Gina, the new guys, the three men on the grill, and Rod all took the 'good steaks.' Lisa and Grandmother chose the medium, and the Anderson boys, Danny and Randy, took the 'burnt meat,' looking embarrassed as they did because Jack was glaring at them.

"Carl, they're pretty good boys and decent hands, but you've gotta teach them what good steak tastes like!" Jack complained.