Oliver looked out of the window of the off road vehicle admiring the large ranch style house that came into view as they bounced up the unsealed road that led to his friends home. It had been a long year, and he was grateful for the break over the holidays when the company shut down and imposed annual holidays upon all its employees. The only fly in the ointment for Oliver was that he couldn't stand Christmas celebrations with his family. Individually, he quite liked most of his relatives, on mass, however; it was an unbearable mix of old resentments and family secrets. Fuelled by alcohol the arguments between his relatives could be loud and viciously cutting. Having expressed his dislike of family holidays with his work colleagues over drinks one evening he had found a kindred spirit in Kyron.
Kyron also hated going home for the holidays, but every year he made the trip back to the ranch he grew up on. The large sprawling house that had been the scene of so much happiness in his childhood was now empty and filled with sadness after the loss of his father in a freak accident several years before. Despite his reluctance to return home to the family ranch, guilt and love for his mother brought him back several times a year for various celebrations. He had hoped that bringing his friend with him this year might be diversionary enough for both himself and his mother to make this holiday bearable. She loved having visitors to spoil and it would take the pressure of him to fill the void in her life left by his father's absence.
For friends Oliver and Kyron, the idea of spending the holiday together seemed like fun. A relaxing break away from work with someone they could just hang out and relax with. For Oliver, the bonus of this included putting distance between himself and the problems with his on-again-off-again girlfriend, Jane. Kyron, on the other hand, enjoyed his sex life immensely; his problem was that he did not have just one girlfriend, but rather a series of girls he dated at the same time that let him treat them badly. His problem was more that the type of girl he liked, the fragile, insecure type he could mould to his wishes, was often also living too close to the edge of sanity. This he inevitably found out too late so that sort of crazy seemed to have become part of his unusual relationships.
They pulled into the long winding driveway, and Kyron sighed as he gazed at the all too familiar sprawling ranch house in the distance. The tires crunched on the gravel, and he looked at the front door expecting at any moment for his mother to burst from it and come running out to meet him but there was no movement. His brow furrowed as he drove around the back and parked his car in the equally large garage.
Each of them grabbed their bags and headed into the house, there was still no sign of anyone else, so Kyron showed Oliver to his room. Pulling off his jacket, he turned to leave, "Make yourself at home, no need to stand on ceremony here. I am just gonna have a quick shower, and I'll meet you on the back porch for a beer."
"Sure," Oliver agreed and threw his bag on the bed not bothering to unpack properly. He pulled out a polo shirt and a pair of jeans before changing from the suit he had worn to work that morning. It had been a good idea to leave straight from work, no mucking around with schedules or minor hiccups or girlfriend dramas.
Oliver left his room and wandered through the large house, exploring the large expanse. As he neared the far end of the home, he could hear muffled voices and wondered if this could be his hostess. He moved closer to the far hall trying to work out where the voices were coming from. He passed a door that was slightly ajar and looked in; his eyes widened and his breath caught. The curtains were closed plunging the room into shadows, but he could clearly make out the two bodies engaged in what could only be described as fucking for pleasure.
The woman was naked and straddling the man's lap; her head was tossed back and her long dark hair cascaded like a silken wave down her back. Oliver could see her large breasts pointing upward as she arched her back, his eyes fixed on the globes as they bounced and swung with her movements. The nipples were dark pink, and they were wet as if the man may have been sucking on them moments before.
The man looked tall and heavy. He looked older than the woman from what Oliver could see. The man was grunting and murmuring. "Yeah, baby. Ride me cowgirl. Cum for Big Daddy!"
All of a sudden she jerked her head up and moaned loudly. "Oh, God, Oh, God, I'm cumming." She was jerking back and forth, and bouncing up and down rapidly. Oliver watched as the man reached down between them and took a grip on his cock while the woman stopped mid-bounce and lifted herself off his cock completely. Oliver gasped and immediately went to step back, but he needn't have bothered; neither of the players in this little tryst was aware of anything but each other.
The man had a cock that was beyond big; it was long and thick, Oliver stared at him with a mixture of incredulity and envy. He watched the woman slide back off the lap she had bounced on so beautifully on and kneel on the floor between the man's legs. The man gathered her hair as she dropped her head to stop it from obstructing his view and in turn Oliver's view of the woman taking at least half of the monster-cock into her mouth.
"Oh yeah baby suck it," he was muttering and grunting again. "You're a fucking amazing cock sucker! You're getting my cum, and you're getting my contract!" He groaned loudly, "Suck it!" he jerked a few more times before falling back into the chair in a slump. His eyes were open, and he was looking at the woman as she milked his long cock and licked away every drop of his cum eventually sitting up and smiling at the guy.
"Paul it is a real pleasure doing business with you," she laughed.
At that point, Oliver left the scene quietly finding his way back to his room planning on working out the bulge that had appeared in his jeans. Getting turned around in the big house he passed the back porch finding that Kyron was there now with two beers opened, he smiled as Oliver approached, "I was about to come looking for you."
"This house is huge, I didn't bring my orienteering kit with me to find my way back out," Oliver laughed still seeing the scene he had just witnessed in his mind's eye and feeling hornier than a schoolboy after finding his first playboy magazine.
He had almost come watching that woman. God, she sure could suck cock. His girlfriend tried reluctantly on occasion but was woeful in comparison to that hot piece of ass; he had to find out who it was; 'A maid perhaps? A sister? Kryon had never mentioned having a sister, though. It surely couldn't be his mother. Maybe she was a ranch manager as they had spoken of a business contract.' He had almost convinced himself of this scenario when Kyron interrupted his thoughts.
"Not sure what happened to my mother, she knew we were coming in today. There's probably some drama down in the barns or stables. Ah, well," Kyron continued, "Come I'll show you round the kitchen, and we can rustle up something to go with our beers."
"Sure," Oliver agreed still distracted by his own thoughts and libido. He followed Kyron into the house.
About half an hour later, a smiling woman came onto the back porch and held out her arms, "Darling you're here! I didn't expect you this early. The traffic must have been good for a change," she lifted an eyebrow at him suspiciously, "Or did you wear that lead boot of yours and speed all the way down." It was as she spoke and turned her body to face Kyron that Oliver caught her profile and recognised her. This was the woman. The hot sexy slut of a woman he had watched suck cock earlier. He felt his own cock jump in his pants as he surveyed her.
