Evan has his executive assistant bring documents to his wife that she must sign. While at his boss' house, his assistant fucks his wife in the kitchen, then they have lunch and sign the papers. Before he can leave, the assistant runs into the boss' daughter, and fucks her in the barn next to the horse stalls.
Chrissy had grown up in a middle class suburb of Denver, where she had the good fortune of being both beautiful and vivacious... as well as having a killer body... accentuated nicely by natural, 35DD breasts that people couldn’t help but notice, and that she loved showing off.
As a result, she had her pick of guys throughout her high school days and into her mid-twenties... taking full advantage of everything her beauty and sexual charms made available.
After many boyfriends and plenty of one-night stands, she eventually chose well when she married Evan... a very successful, and slightly older, real estate entrepreneur based in downtown Denver. They met... and secretly banged... in the hotel hot tub while Chrissy was on a ski trip to Breckenridge with her then boyfriend, Tony... who just happened to be sleeping off a hangover in their room while she fucked Evan in the spa.
Chrissy broke up with Tony, then she and Evan began dating. She loved that Evan had plenty of money, and enjoyed spending it on her... she became used to a level of luxury she’d only dreamed of before meeting Evan.
They dated for a little over a year, then got engaged for a few months, before Evan treated her to a lavish marriage ceremony in Vail, Colorado... a gorgeous destination wedding that included lift tickets and après-ski festivities all week long for the entire wedding party.
Two years after getting married, Chrissy got pregnant and they had a baby girl... Miranda. With a child to care for, they decided to take advantage of Evan’s hugely profitable business largesse and built a stunning home on 250 acres of land located in Castle Rock... a small, exclusive enclave just a little bit south of downtown Denver.
Their house was over 9,800 square feet, and their sprawling estate included a tennis court, an Olympic-sized swimming pool, and a large barn... as well as an exquisite corral and jumping arena, along with eight beautiful horses, and several miles of scenic riding trails that traversed throughout their iconic, rustic property.
While she was growing up, Miranda fell in love with the horses and quickly became a ‘horse girl’... happily spending most of her spare time in the barn and on the riding trails around their spacious ranch-style home.
By the time she was a senior in high school, she had taken after her mother in many ways... including using her natural attractiveness, ebullient personality, and eye-catching boobs to land any boy she set her sights on... none of whom she kept around for very long. She loved the attention her promiscuity and prominent tits brought her way... but perhaps more than that, she seemed to enjoy the chase... and maybe even the sense of competition... just being able to get whatever she wanted.
When she wasn’t somewhere with her legs spread... or her head bobbing up and down on a stiff hard-on... Miranda tended to prefer spending time in the barn and riding her horses... eschewing many of the other social activities that girls her age were typically involved with.
Chrissy didn’t share Miranda’s love of all things equine, and... as much as she loved her life of luxury, she hadn’t counted on the isolation that tends to come with such wealth... maintaining a large property... raising an independent, head-strong teenager... and being generally disconnected from the lime light and adulation she enjoyed so much when she was younger.
After twenty one years of marriage, Chrissy was in her late forties... still a strikingly beautiful woman, with a shapely body and impressive breasts that still seemed to defy gravity and turn heads in any room she entered... but she sometimes longed for the effortless attention she used to enjoy when she was younger. Now she tended to spend most of her time on the ranch, or at social functions... while her high-spirited daughter spent most of her time on dates, or with the horses... and her workaholic husband spent most of his time at his office in downtown Denver, or on trips to advance his real estate empire.
Then... one bright sunny day in the middle of July... it was mid-morning, and it was already extremely hot in the foothills outside of Denver. Miranda was on summer vacation before her senior year in high school, and she was already out riding her favorite mare along the sprawling horse trails crisscrossing their vast wilderness acreage... as usual.
Chrissy was in the ranch house, pitter-pattering around, and sipping on her second wine spritzer of the day... when her cell phone buzzed.
She saw it was her husband, as she accepted the call and put the phone to her ear, saying, “Hi, hon... what’s up?”
Evan said, “Hey, sweetie... I just wanted to let you know that I have someone stopping by the house around noon today.”
Chrissy said, “OK... what’s going on... do we have a problem?”
“No, no... nothing like that. I just need to transfer some money between accounts at the bank, and these documents need your signature, so Brett is bringing them by for you to sign. Then he’ll bring them back here so I can get them to the finance people.”
Chrissy said, “OK... who’s Brett? I don’t think I recognize that name.”
Evan said, “Yeah, he’s my new executive assistant... just hired him after he finished his MBA at Colorado State. He’s a pretty sharp guy. I think you’ll like him.”
Chrissy nodded absently, replying, “OK... I’ll keep an eye out for him... should I offer him lunch or something?”
She could sense Evan shrugging over the phone, as he said, “Sure... if you want... just make sure he gets back here before 4 pm, so I can get the documents to the finance department before everyone goes home.”
“OK, hon... I’ll take care of him.”
After they exchanged “I love you’s”, and “goodbyes”, and ended the call, Chrissy went to her room, slipped out of her bathrobe, threw on a white cotton tank top and a flare bottom denim mini-skirt, then added sandals on her bare feet to complete the outfit.
It was summer time in central Colorado, so she didn’t bother with a bra... not only did it help her stay cool in the mid-day heat, but she noticed... as she checked herself out in the bedroom mirror... that the thin, light-weight tank did nothing to keep her heavy boobs from wobbling around, and she loved how her nipples poked obvious bumps in the nearly see-through fabric of her top.
About an hour later, Chrissy heard a car driving into the circular driveway at the entrance to their ranch house, so she opened the front door and stepped onto the porch to meet her husband’s new executive assistant.
Brett stepped out of the car, carrying a folder and gazing around the property in awe, as he took in the sheer magnificence of his boss’ country estate and surrounding property.
He saw Chrissy on the porch and waved, as he rounded the front of the car and walked toward the porch with his folder in-hand.
Chrissy waved back at him, then watched him approach with a silent smile of approval. He was a good-looking guy... fairly tall, with a handsome face and an athletic build... and he had a pleasant, confident manner about him... like the guys she used to attract when she was younger.
As he approached the porch, Chrissy noticed that his eyes kept darting down to her chest... where her nipple bumps were becoming even more evident, as they began to stiffen in response to his appreciative gaze.
She put her hands on her hips, pulling her shirt a little tighter across her chest... which put her boobs even more on display... as she relished Brett’s struggle to keep his eyes from staring at her heavy breasts.
Brett floundered a bit as he approached the porch... his eyes continuing to dart between Chrissy’s captivating tits, and her mischievous grin... then threw his hand out for a handshake, saying, “Hi... you must be Chrissy... Evan told me you’d be here. I’m Brett... your husband’s executive assistant.”
Smiling at his obvious consternation, Chrissy shook his hand, and said, “Hi, Brett... Evan told me you were on your way.”
She held his hand for an extra few seconds... which Brett appeared to notice... then, still struggling to keep his eyes on hers, he awkwardly held up the folder he was carrying, and said, “I have the financial documents Evan needs you to sign.”
Chrissy chuckled and said, “Excellent... we can take a look at them in the kitchen... c’mon inside, let’s get out of this ridiculous heat.”
As she led him into the foyer, then down the hall toward the kitchen, she looked over her shoulder... smiling to herself when she noticed him gazing at her short skirt that barely covered her butt... and said, “Would you like some lunch, Brett... maybe a glass of wine, or a beer?”
Brett caught himself, and quickly shifted his gaze up to her smiling face, and responded, “No... I’m fine... well, actually... it’s kind of early, but a cold beer sounds really good right about now.”
As she bent into the refrigerator to get them both a beer, she noticed that he not only couldn’t keep his eyes off her jiggling boobs and taut nipple bumps, but he was also angling his head in an effort to see up her skirt. She smiled to herself, as she thought how glad she was that she had decided to wear T-back panties, which were virtually hidden between her ass cheeks, and barely covered her pussy lips between her legs.
She stayed in the bent over position in front of the refrigerator for a little longer than was necessary... ostensibly looking for the beer, while giving Brett extra time to enjoy the show... then stood back up and closed the fridge. She handed Brett a bottle of premium craft beer and kept one for herself.
As they leaned against the granite island in the kitchen... chit-chatting and sipping their beers... Chrissy casually, but deliberately, rubbed her cold bottle of beer against her nipples... making them even more erect... and moistening the light colored tank top she was wearing until it was virtually transparent.
Brett’s eyes got big and his eyebrows shot up, as he couldn’t help but notice her large, round areolas and rock-hard nipples... his eyes locked onto her straining bumps through her shirt, and watched as she nonchalantly pressed her bottle of beer seductively into her soft boob flesh.
Chrissy smiled to herself, enjoying his angst, as she glanced down at his crotch and took note of the prominent bulge taking shape between his legs.
With a mischievous smile, Chrissy reached over and squeezed his stiffening shaft through his slacks, and said, “Maybe you should stay for lunch after all?”
With his eyes still riveted to Chrissy’s tits... her nipples clearly visible through her virtually see-through tank top... Brett smiled nervously and stammered, “I... uh... well... but............. yeah... I guess I should...”
Chrissy put her beer on the counter, knelt between his legs, and unzipped his pants... then reached inside and pulled out his semi-erect penis.
With a wry grin, she looked at it poking out from the opening in his slacks... sticking out from his crotch with a slight bend to the shaft... the bulbous tip drooping down slight and banging gently against her cheek... as she unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down until they dropped to the floor and pooled around his ankles.
Still smiling, she grabbed his shaft with one hand and looked it over... clearly impressed with its length and thickness... then looked up into Brett’s surprised, but appreciative, face as she began jerking his growing boner, and said, “Holy shit, Brett... this is a gorgeous cock.”
Brett blushed slightly in response, then took a nervous pull on his beer, as Chrissy sucked the tip of his prick into her warm mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth on his stiffening hard-on... using her tongue to stimulate the head, while stroking his thick shaft with one hand and fondling his dangling nut sack with the other.
She sucked and fondled his throbbing dick until it was fully erect... then pulled it out of her mouth and looked it over again, mumbling, “My God... this thing is fucking huge!”
Chrissy released his rigid boner and stood up in front of him, then... with a coquettish smile on her face, teased him with, “I bet you have your pick of all the ladies in the secretary pool, right?”... as she pulled off her wet t-shirt and tossed it onto the counter.
Brett blushed and mumbled something unintelligible, as she took his beer away from him and placed it next to her shirt... then grabbed both of his hands and placed them onto her jiggling boobs... pressing his fingers into the soft flesh in order to prompt him to massage her breasts.
Brett didn’t need a lot of encouragement. With his stiff dick swinging loosely between his legs and banging against Chrissy’s bare thighs, he happily squeezed and massaged her heavy tits... caressing and pushing them together, then sucking her taut nipples into his mouth, one after the other.
Chrissy closed her eyes and moaned... then reached behind Brett’s head with one hand, pulled her nipples out of his mouth, and drew him up to her lips for a hard, tongue-filled kiss... while her other hand dropped between his legs and resumed stroking his raging boner.
After enjoying their passionate kiss for several moments, Chrissy pulled his head back down to her breasts... shoving her nipples back into his mouth, as he continued to knead her soft, fleshy boobs with his hands.
With her eyes still closed, and her head thrown back, Chrissy purred, “Oh, my God, that feels fantastic, Brett... yeah...................... hmmmm... use your tongue, too, hon... yeah.... and your teeth... hmmmm... yeah, just like that... oh, shit, that feels good.”
As Brett toyed with her nipples in his mouth, and fondled her tits with his hands, Chrissy looked down at the thick erection sliding back and forth in the palm of her hand, and murmured, “Fuck, Brett... I can’t wait to feel this thing inside me... holy shit... I mean, just look at it!”
Reluctantly, she pulled the nipple Brett was sucking on out of his mouth with a ‘plop’, then stepped back and slipped off her panties... tossing them onto the counter next to her discarded tank top.
Smiling into Brett’s dazed face, she yanked her skirt up to her waist, then pulled herself up onto the granite counter top and spread her legs.
Chrissy continued to smile as she watched Brett’s grin grow broader... his eyes darting back and forth between her wobbling boobs and her dripping wet vagina. Sitting on the counter, she reached down to her snatch with one hand and found her distended clitoris... then rubbed it back and forth several times, as she playfully asked, “Well... see anything you like?”
Still somewhat hypnotized by the unexpected turn of events... and Chrissy’s incredible naked body splayed out on the counter in front of him... Brett couldn’t find an answer to her question... but with his gaze locked onto her fleshy pink labia, he leaned forward and began running his tongue up and down the slit between her moist pussy lips.
He poked his tongue into her vagina opening a few times... then ran it up a little further until he found her engorged clit... replacing her fingers with his lips, as he sucked her throbbing nub into his mouth... nibbling and teasing it... while Chrissy grabbed the back of his head and pulled him hard into the wetness between her legs.
It didn’t take long before Chrissy caught her breath, threw her head back, and let out a guttural moan, as an intense, tingly orgasm ripped through her entire body.
“Oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, my God... holy shit... yeah... keep going... right there... right there... yeah... oh, fuck... yeah... aaaaaaahhhhhhhh... aaaaaahhhhhhhhh... goddamn, Brett... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... I’m still cumming... aaaaaahhhhhh.... fucking amazing... oooooohhhhhhh.... hmmmmmm...”
As Chrissy reveled in her euphoric climax, Brett continued to gently suck on her swollen clit, while using one hand to caress and fondle her boobs, and using the other hand to stroke his straining hard-on.
After Chrissy had enjoyed the heights of her lingering orgasm for a while, Brett pulled his face from between her legs and muttered, “Holy shit, Chrissy... you’re soaking wet.”
Chrissy giggled, and said, “I know... I really need your cock inside me... now!”
With her elbows behind her for support on the counter-top, Chrissy spread her legs a little farther and watched as Brett stepped in between her knees, then leaned forward and slid the wide tip if his stiff prick into her dripping vagina.
She let out a guttural moan, as she continued to watch Brett rock his hips and drive his thick boner deeper and deeper into her cunt with every one of his forward lunges.
The sight of his erection sliding in and out between her gaping pussy lips made her even more aroused, as she watched him hammer away between her legs... making her heavy boobs bounce wildly back and forth... the soft flesh making a constant slapping sound as they banged into each other, over and over and over.
“Oooooohhhhhh... fuck, that feels good.... uhn... uhn... yeah, hon... keep going... uhn... uhn... uhn... holy shit, you’re fucking huge... uhn... hmmmmmm.... uhn... uhn... uhn... goddamn, Brett... you go so fucking deep!... uhn... uhn... ”
Brett grabbed her thighs in each hand, and held her in place, as he picked up the pace and began pounding his rigid pole in and out of her drenched vagina in earnest... over and over and over... making a wet, smacking sound between her legs.
As he grunted and slammed his hips into Chrissy’s crotch, Brett smiled to himself as he happily watched her heavy tits flopping back and forth on her chest... swaying like water in a wave pool, and bumping up against her chin from the force of his powerful thrusts.
They both grunted in rhythm with Brett’s pummeling prick, as he shifted his hands from Chrissy’s thighs and reached up to grab her soft boobs... squeezing the flesh, and pulling on her rock-hard nipples.
Feeling an orgasm beginning to build, Chrissy reached between her legs with one hand, found her stiff clitoris, and began furiously rubbing it back and forth.
Between Brett’s thick boner pounding away between her legs, and her fingers frantically flicking her engorged nub, it didn’t take long before Chrissy let out a yelp, and launched into another incredible, delicious climax.
Her exclamations of pleasure mixed with her grunts from the force of Brett’s enthusiastic stabs, as she rode her orgasm to its euphoric pinnacle... her voice quivering and her legs trembling... then reveled in her lingering pleasure as it slowly began to subside.
Hearing her cum, Brett picked up the pace even more... pumping his rigid pole in and out of Chrissy’s vagina like a jackhammer, until he suddenly caught his breath... grabbed her tits... and slammed his thick boner as deep as it would go... then erupted inside her... blasting rope after rope of warm, creamy jizzm all over the walls of her dripping wet cunt.
Brett kept sliding his stiff dick in and out of her pussy... even after his nutsack was empty... enjoying the remnants of his fading orgasm, and the warm embrace of Chrissy’s sopping wet snatch on his rigid hard-on.
With their orgasms waning, Chrissy looked down between her spread legs again and watched Brett slowly sliding his still hard cock in and out of her totally drenched pussy... splooge from his climax leaking out from the sides of his thick shaft, and dripping down her ass crack and onto the countertop.
They smiled at each other as they both gasped for air and tried to catch their breath.
After a few minutes, their heart rates returned to normal, and Brett’s spent prick finally began to soften... so he took a step back and pulled it out of Chrissy’s cunt... causing gobs of cum and pussy juices to drip out of her gaping cunt, onto the counter, and spill onto the floor between their legs.
Giggling at the mess they’d made, Chrissy grabbed her discarded shirt from next to her and slid off the counter. She squatted in front of Brett, and sucked his still semi-hard dick into her mouth. She licked it clean with her tongue and lips, then used her tank top to dry it off... gently stroking and fondling it for a few extra moments, before finally releasing it... then smiled to herself, as she watched it sway back and forth between his legs.
With an appreciative sigh, Chrissy leaned forward and lightly kissed the bulbous tip of Brett’s penis... then reluctantly pulled her eyes away from his dangling prick and wiped between her legs with her shirt. Then she used her shirt to clean up the mess on the floor... while Brett pulled up his pants, shoved his nearly flaccid dick inside, and pulled up his zipper.
Chrissy stood up and pulled her T-back panties back on, adjusted them between her legs, then smoothed her denim skirt back into place, and said, “Well... I guess I should sign those papers now. How about if you sit there at the table and pull them out, while I go grab a new shirt... then I’ll come back and makes us some lunch.”
With a dazed, satiated grin on his face, Brett nodded and said, “Sounds good,” then sat at the table and pulled out the documents he’d brought from the office.
As Chrissy walked past him toward her room, she stopped and bent over to give him a quick ‘thank you’ peck on the lips... smiling appreciatively into his eyes... her naked tits swaying directly in front of his face. Brett grinned back at her, and gave one of her boobs a gentle squeeze, then let her go fetch a dry shirt to put on.
When she returned to the kitchen, Chrissy had on an olive green, light-weight cotton top... it was a low-cut, midriff halter top that tied just behind her neck... no bra... which Brett couldn’t help but appreciate.
She made them each a sandwich, then sat at the table and looked over the financial documents her husband needed her to sign.
Once the documents were signed, they both sat at the table... chatting and laughing... as they ate the sandwiches Chrissy had made and finished the beers they’d opened earlier.
As they sat in the kitchen, Brett smiled to himself... his eyes constantly drifting down to Chrissy’s jiggling tits... barely contained in the thin cotton top that seemed to hug and separate each of her boobs like a hammock. Chrissy loved the attention, and every few minutes, she’d show her appreciation by reaching under the table and gently rubbing Brett’s cock through his slacks.
After they finished eating, Chrissy walked Brett to the foyer to see him out... gave him a pat on the butt and squeezed the lump between his legs... then ushered him out, and closed the door behind him, as he walked toward his car parked in the circular driveway.
With a gratified smile on his face, Brett tucked in his shirt and casually adjusted his semi-hard penis through his pants, as he made his way over to his car.... noting that Chrissy’s halter top and casual fondling under the table had definitely started to have an effect on the bulge between his legs.
When he got to his car, he opened the driver’s side door.... but before he could climb in, he heard the sound of hoof beats approaching from the direction of the corral. He turned to see Miranda riding over to where he stood... smiling brightly, then slowing her horse to a trot as she rode over toward his car.
Brett noticed immediately the resemblance to her mother... both in looks and stature... and, just like her mother, he couldn’t help but notice that her impressive tits bounced deliciously up and down, as she trotted her horse over to where he stood in the driveway.
It was obvious to Brett that she had seen him walk out of the ranch house... tucking in his shirt and adjusting his crotch... so he wasn’t quite sure what to say as she approached him.
When she got close enough, she looked down at him and asked, “Who are you?”
Brett gave her a small wave and answered, “My name’s Brett... I’m your father’s executive assistant.”
Miranda glanced toward the front door of the ranch house... then back at Brett... and with a cynical grin said, “Oh... I see... you were visiting with my mother.”
Brett stammered a bit, but said, “Well... yeah... I mean... your father needed some documents signed.”
Still smiling, Miranda slid out of the saddle right next to Brett... her heavy breasts bouncing briskly beneath her shirt when she landed on the ground... then swaying back and forth a bit, as they slowly settled on her chest.
Brett realized he was staring, but couldn’t stop looking... the similarities to her mother were uncanny, and Brett was totally mesmerized by how much she looked like a younger version of Chrissy... as well as her unfettered, jiggling boobs.
Miranda saw where Brett was looking, and a wry smile creased her face... she wasn’t wearing a bra, and she knew Brett was soaking up the sight of her ample bosom and nipple bumps, so she turned slightly to give him a better profile view, and said, “I’m Miranda... his daughter”... then spun around and started walking toward the barn.
After taking a few steps, she looked back over her shoulder and asked, “Do you have a few minutes to come see my horses, Mr. Executive Assistant?”
Brett smiled back, and said, “I... uh... well... sure... I guess,” as he fell into step with her, and the two of them headed over to the barn.
As they walked toward the barn, Miranda rubbed her horse’s nose and said to Brett, “This is Stardust... she’s my favorite.”
Brett looked at the horse and said, “She’s beautiful... she has spots on her... so, is she a Pinto?”
Miranda smiled at him... impressed that he knew that a Pinto would have spots... then answered, “No... she’s an Appaloosa... you can tell because the spots are only on her rump.”
When they got to the barn, Miranda handed Brett the reins to her horse, and said, “Here... hold onto these while I take off her saddle.”
When the saddle was put up, Miranda took the reins back, and led Stardust into her stall.
As she removed the horse’s halter and hung it on the nail by the gate to the stall, she smiled over at Brett and said, “I know you fucked my mother.”
Brett’s face registered shock and his eyebrows shot up, as he stumbled around for a response, “I... but... wha... uhmm...”
Miranda laughed at his obvious angst, then stepped closer and reached in between his legs... grabbing a handful of cock... and gently squeezing it through his pants a few times, as she added, “It’s no biggie... she likes to fuck different guys... most of them are Dad’s co-workers, but some are the maintenance guys and repairmen that come to do work at the house.”
Still shocked, and a bit disconcerted, Brett didn’t respond... but couldn’t help noticing that Miranda was pressing her breasts up against him... as she unzipped his pants, then reached in with her hand and found his penis... which seemed to already be responding to the attention she was giving it.
With a conspiratorial grin, Miranda looked down at the growing dick in her hand, as she pulled it out of the opening in his slacks, and began gliding her hand up and down the thickening shaft.
“Holy shit, Brett... that’s an impressive cock... no wonder my mother wanted you to fuck her.”
Then she looked up into his face and asked, “Do you have any left for me?”
With an awkward chuckle, Brett said, “Well... I... heh, heh... yeah, sure.”
Miranda looked back down at the stiffening rod in her hand, as she continued stroking Brett’s prick with one hand, while she unbuttoned her shirt with the other hand... leaving the flaps open, so her heavy breasts could spring free and jiggle around between them.
Gazing longingly at the impressive staff in her pumping fist, she used her other hand to grab one of Brett’s hands and place it on one of her boobs, saying, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
After a few moments of fondling and stroking each other, Miranda knelt in front of him, and sucked the tip of Brett’s growing boner into her mouth.
She bobbed her head back and forth... using her tongue to rub along the edge of the helmet-shaped head... and jerking the shaft with both of her hands, as the tip of his erection banged against the back of her throat.
Brett fondled her swaying breasts and groaned as Miranda’s warm, wet mouth slid up and down on his rigid pole... now fully erect, and tingling with anticipation. He squeezed her soft breasts... then found both of her turgid nipples... pinching and pulling on them between his thumb and fingers, as they grew even longer and stiffer in response to his tweaks.
Miranda moaned around the thick shaft of his hard-on, as Brett massaged and played with her tits and watched them swing back and forth in rhythm with her bobbing head and pumping fist. With a mischievous grin on her face, she pulled his cock out her mouth and admired it for a few moments... sticking majestically out from his torso... impossibly long and thick... and throbbing in the palm of her stroking hand.
She mumbled, “Damn, this thing is incredible... I need to feel it inside me,” as she stood up... unbuckled and unzipped her jeans... then pulled them, along with her panties, down to the middle of her thighs.
She turned to face the gate of Stardust’s stall... bent over and grabbed the top rail with both hands for support... then spread her legs and smiled at Brett over her shoulder.
“Well... see anything you like?”
Brett laughed out loud... noting that Miranda had just asked the exact same thing her mother had asked him before they fucked in the kitchen a little more than an hour ago.
In response, he said, “I sure do,” as he reached between her legs and slid two fingers up and down the moist slit between her pussy lips.
Miranda moaned softly as Brett rubbed and fondled her vagina... then slid two fingers of one hand inside her cunt... sliding them in and out, over and over... while using his other hand to slap and squeeze her beautiful, firm ass cheeks.
Miranda giggled, and twerked her butt... pushing back against Brett’s fingers sliding in and out of her wet vagina, mumbling, “Damn, that feels good... yeah keep going... a little faster... hmmmmmm... yeah, like that... hmmmmm....”
As Brett continued finger-blasting her cunt, Miranda closed her eyes and reached between her legs to find her engorged clitoris. She began feverishly rubbing it back and forth... rocking her hips and mewling... as intense, tingly sensations coursed through her body from clit to nipple, and back again.
It didn’t take long before her breath caught, and a delicious climax erupted between her legs... causing her to cream all over Brett’s probing fingers.
She slowed her hand between her legs, but continued rubbing soft, little circles around her sensitive clit... as she rested her head against the top of the gate, and enjoyed the euphoric sensations cascading through her body, while Brett continued to gently slide his fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy.
After enjoying her delightful orgasm for a few moments, she released her plump clit... then reached between her legs and pulled Brett’s fingers out of her pussy, saying, “Damn, Brett... I want that cock inside me!”
Brett chuckled, and said, “I think I can help with that,” as he stepped forward so that his rigid boner was banging against the inside of her thighs.
Still reaching between her legs, Miranda found the shaft of his throbbing dick and lined up the head with her pussy opening... then grabbed his hip with that hand and pulled him forward... encouraging him to shove his stiff erection into her drenched cunt.
Brett leaned forward... shoving the head of his cock into her wet pussy... then began rocking his hips... sliding his raging hard-on in and out of her snatch from behind... going deeper and deeper with every one of his forward thrusts.
Miranda groaned as he entered her... then began grunting, as she pushed back against his powerful lunges... every one of them driving his throbbing prick further and further into her warm, wet vagina.
“Uhn... uhn... holy shit, you’re fucking huge... my God, that feels incredible... uhn... uhn... yeah... keep going... even harder... uhn... uhn... uhn... shit, yeah... uhn... uhn...”
Hearing that she wanted him to fuck her harder, Brett smiled... then grabbed her hips with both hands, and began slamming his cock in and out of her sloppy wet cunt like a jackhammer.
“Oh, my God... yeah... just like that... uhn... uhn... uhn... yeah... keep going... holy fuck... uhn... uhn... uhn...”
Miranda took a tighter grip on the top rail of the gate with both hands, as Brett’s thick boner hit all the right spots inside her. The force of his thrusts made her heavy breasts swing back and forth beneath her chest like crazy... making a loud, rhythmic clapping sound. Brett smiled to himself... listening to the sound they were making as they slapped into each other... over and over and over... making the same sound her mother’s bouncing tits had made earlier.
It didn’t take long before Miranda let out a keening wail... then closed her eyes and grunted through gritted teeth as another intense, leg-shaking orgasm coursed through her entire body.
“Oh, my God... yes... yes... uhn... uhn... uhn... shit, yeah... keep going... oh, my God... yeh... yeh... uhn... uhn... oooooohhhhhhhh... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... fuck, keep going... uhn.... uhn.... aaaaaahhhhhhh... goddamn, that’s incredible... aaaaaahhhhhh... holy shit, Brett... your cock is fucking amazing... aaaahhhhhhhh...”
Back in the ranch house, Chrissy realized that she hadn’t heard Brett’s car drive away. Curious, she went to the front door and stepped out onto the porch... totally surprised to see his car still sitting empty in the driveway.
She could hear some noises coming from the barn, but couldn’t quite make out anything specific, so she began walking in that direction... already pretty sure of what she’d find when she got there.
When she stepped through the door and looked inside, Chrissy saw Brett standing between Miranda’s spread legs, and hammering away from behind. Miranda was moaning and twerking her hips, and from the looks of it, Brett appeared to be pretty close to climaxing, as she let out a gasp and caught their attention.
Chrissy exclaimed, “What the fuck! Miranda... what the hell are you doing? Brett... seriously?”
Totally surprised, Brett quickly pulled his cock out of Miranda’s dripping wet pussy, as he looked over at Chrissy with surprise and worry written all over his face.
But Miranda was having none of it, saying, “No, Brett... you stay here”, as she stood up, turned around, and reached out with one hand and grabbed hold of his still rock-hard dick.
With her jeans and panties still half-way down her thighs... her sodden pussy completely exposed between her legs... and her unbuttoned shirt hanging wide-open with her heavy breasts bouncing around freely... Miranda stroked Brett’s stiff erection with one hand, while holding him tightly around the waist with the other... all the time staring straight into her mother’s exasperated eyes.
“For fuck’s sake, mom... mind your own business.”
Chrissy stared at Miranda... half-naked, and enthusiastically pumping Brett’s thick, glistening boner, and stammered, “But, Miranda... I... eh...”
Miranda pulled Brett hard against her side... pressing her soft breasts into his arm, as she continued jerking him off while looking at her mother, and added, “Don’t even bother, mom... I’ve caught you fucking more of dad’s co-workers than I can count... hell, you fuck his boss every year at the Christmas party.”
Chrissy blushed slightly, and started to say something, but caught herself, then went silent... as she continued to watch her daughter stroking Brett’s throbbing hard-on.
Even in that awkward situation, Chrissy couldn’t take her eyes off of Miranda’s pumping fist, and Brett’s long, thick boner. She stood... hypnotized... watching her daughter continue to jerk Brett’s enormous erection... until he suddenly closed his eyes... caught his breath... and let out a guttural moan, as stream after stream of warm, creamy splooge jetted out from the head of his prick... spraying cum all over the straw on the floor by Stardust’s stall.
Chrissy watched as Brett’s ropes of jizzm splashed onto the barn floor by his feet, and dripped down over the fingers of her daughter’s hand that was stroking his rigid pole... then turned and walked out of the barn... heading back to house, with Brett’s moans and Miranda’s encouragement ringing in her ears behind her.
Once her mother had left, Miranda smiled at Brett, and said, “Well, that was quite the experience... I’ve never fucked in front of my mother before.”
Still trying to catch his breath, Brett chuckled and mumbled, “Yeah... me neither.”
They both laughed, then looked down at Miranda’s cum-covered fingers... still sliding up and down Brett’s slimy, thick erection... as he grinned and moaned while his lingering orgasm slowly ebbed.
When Brett’s nutsack was finally empty, and his climax had faded, Miranda released his cock... then pulled her jeans back up, as she kicked the soiled straw into a corner and went to the tack room to grab a towel.
She returned, wiping the semen from her hand... then buttoned up her shirt, as she tossed the towel to Brett so he could clean himself off before putting his spent cock away.
Miranda gazed at his dangling prick... rather impressed that it was still long and thick, even as it softened in his hands while he wiped it clean... then giggled and said, “Gotta admit, Brett... that is one impressive cock.”
Brett laughed and said, “Yeah... I get that a lot.”
Miranda chuckled, and said, “I’ll bet you do...”
She watched as he tucked it back into his pants and pulled up his zipper. Then with an admiring smile, she walked over to him and nudged him toward the door, saying, “Ok, Brett... I need to hot walk my horse... and you need to get back to the office.”
Then she patted the bulge between his legs, and said, “But thanks... that was fun.”
Brett chuckled as he headed out of the barn... waved back at Miranda and said over his shoulder, “I think I should be thanking you... that was pretty incredible.” Then he smiled, and added, “And I think it’s official... you and your mother have the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen.”
He heard her laughing, as he made his way out of the barn and headed toward his parked car in the driveway.
As Brett walked to his car... tucking in his shirt and adjusting his cock through his pants... again... Chrissy came out of the house, stepped off the porch, and walked over to meet him at the car... holding out the folder he’d left on the kitchen table with her signed documents inside.
She handed Brett the folder, and said, “It’s probably a good idea if you don’t forget these”... then reached between his legs and gently squeezed his crotch, adding, “Let’s do lunch again sometime.”
Brett smiled at her... slipped a hand inside her top and squeezed one of her boobs... then slid into the driver’s seat of his car... and, with a sidelong glance at the barn... said, “You can bet on it.”
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