Notch 3
a short story by CE Wills
copyright 2011 by CE Wills
published 2011 by CE Wills on Smashwords, Inc.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
This ebook contains mature language and situations. It is intended for adults only. All characters are 18 years of age or older. I would classify it as a Mature Western.
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This is the third volume in the Notch series. You can certainly enjoy it as a 'stand-alone' story, but it would doubtless enhance your enjoyment of it if you read the series in order, beginning with The Last Notch.
Chapter 1
What with the joining of the two ranches and my supervision of a group of cowboys, things were really busy for Melon and I. We were running close to 6,000 head of cattle and there were predators to kill, rustlers to worry about and a million tasks to be done.
As foreman I had a big, line cabin built out on the range so that Melon and I had our privacy at the Circle B. That woman was as unstable as dynamite and she was all I could handle. It seemed like she was young enough at 40 to still like having relations with a man and old enough to know she wouldn't be doing it all that much longer. It was clear she wanted to get her share while she could.
One day I was in the barn. I had used a long prize bar to get the wagon off the ground so I could grease the wheels. It was a rainy day and I didn't want to waste the day so I decided on a chore I hated. I was finishing the last wheel when Melon walked in.
She was wearing a blue linsey dress and her wet hair was in her eyes. She used one hand to wipe it away and I could see she had that sleepy look in her eyes, again.
"Hey, Ced. Greasing the wheels, huh?"
"For a fact, honey. You look pretty today."
"Thanks. Come give me some sugar." She smiled invitingly.
I stood and held out my greasy hands.
"I'm all greasy, Melon."
She came to me and put her arms around me. She kissed me and rubbed against me.
"I don't care about the grease, honey. Hold me. I want this thing."
She ran her hand over the bulge in my pants.
Grabbing her by the arms I kissed her hard and laid her on top of the hay bales that were stacked on the floor. I pulled her dress up to expose her honey pot, which was glistening with moisture, right in the crack.
"Ced..."
"What?"
"I've always wanted to try something, but Dub wouldn't do it."
That shook me up a little. I was pulling my pants down but paused.
"What did you want to do?"
She rolled onto her belly with her dress around her waist. Her white, rounded butt was naked to my gaze.
"I want you to put your thing in my rear end." She brazenly parted her cheeks to expose the tiny, wrinkled orifice.
"Uh, Melon, is that strictly proper?"
She laughed.
"Proper or not, I'm in the mood for it. Are you man enough for the job?"
That stung a little bit. Plus, the thought of entering her in that way had me really hard. I stripped naked and stood between her feet. She reached back to grasp me.
"You're so damn big, Ced! Put some of that grease up and down it."
I did so. It felt cold to my hotness and pretty damn good. Melon lay flat on her belly.
"Now put some grease on my entrance, sugar. Yeah, that feels good. Work some into me with your finger. Ahhh! Just right... Now I'm ready for you."
I moved close and started nudging gently at the door. Melon was easing back to meet me. We both slowed to a careful pace as half of the swollen head eased past the restriction. Melon was panting like a running horse and looking back over her shoulder at me. She had a crazy look in her eyes. She started grunting and wiggled her hips. White cream oozed out her other hole.
"Oh Ced! It's...so...big...so good!"
"Uhh!" I grunted as the head slipped into her. I was so excited that my legs were trembling like a new-born colt's.
"Stroke deeper now, honey. Oh, Ced! All the way now. Yes! It feels so hot in there! Do you like it?"
"Yes!" I was stroking full length now and she was hunching back and forth too. Her sheath was super tight and her rear end slapped against my lower belly. She started shuddering and released more woman cream. I was so close that I was swelling up in the already tight confines.
"Yes, honey! Put your seed in my butt, sugar. Yes! Yes. Yes. It feels as hot as fire! Oh!"
I pumped until I felt empty and staggered back a step. Melon lay exposed with my man-juice trickling from her rear. Then I heard a gasp behind me.
"Mother!" I heard a woman cry out and turned to see a girl in her early twenties. She was stylishly dressed and her hand was clasped to her mouth in horrified surprise. Melon rolled over as I was yanking up my pants.
"Abigail!"
The girl was white, then red.
"I, uh...wanted to surprise you..."
Melon pulled her dress down, then stood and laughed. "Well, my dear, you surprised me!"
Abigail turned and fled for the house.
Chapter 2
The even tenor of the ranch changed a bit after Melon's daughter came. Life was still good, though. I was building another room on the ranch house for Abigail. I was also piping water down from the spring above the house. The women folk were delighted with that prospect. I sent two of my men to Denver and had them buy a bathtub. I was sort of thrilled with that prospect myself. I remembered when it had taken me three days to get all that axle grease off my crotch. I laughed every time I thought of that day.
One day I was under the tub putting in a drain and it was my bad fortune that Abigail was walking by. Our relationship had been awkward. Firstly, because I was her age and married to her mother. Secondly, she had seen me performing an unnatural act on her mother. With gusto, I might add.
"Cedric Gant, are you laughing at me?" Abby was slim, with pert young breasts and full hips. Unlike her mother, Abby had blue eyes and hair so light that it looked like gold corn silk. She was lovely. Melon claimed that Abigail took after Dub's people, who were Texans.
"No, indeed. I just thought about something."
Abby blushed red as a beat. She walked in the room and kicked my feet.
"You're thinking about the day I got home, Mr. Gant. I'm tired of being embarrassed over it!"
Involuntarily, I jerked my head up and struck it on the iron tub. The blow put a welt on my forehead. Ruefully I slid out from under the tub, rubbing my head.
"Oh, Cedric, I'm sorry." She could transform as fast as quicksilver. One minute like an angry hen, the next like a fawn.
Abby pulled my hand away from my head and looked at the growing lump.
"Mother! Cedric hurt his head!"
"Horse feathers! I'm fine, Miss Abigail. If you could see some of the wounds I've had!"