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"One scotch and soda, and one vodka martini." He replied smiling those pearly whites once again. He stood turning towards Shirley and Darlene who were still standing in the nude smiling back at him with what they both felt had to have been shit-eating-grins on their faces.
"Can I get either of you something to drink?" He asked.
"I'd like a stiff penis," Darlene told him.
Shirley spun around on her friend in shock. "Darlene?"
She looked at her and laughed. "It's a drink silly."
"Would you like it dry?" The cowboy asked with a sly twinkle as he took in Shirley's embarrassment.
"No, I think I'd like it with a little head." Darlene stated. And then she looked towards Shirley who stood red faced, staring at her. "I'm still talking about the drink."
"I wouldn't mind having one of those myself." The younger of the two women said who was standing on the other side of Shirley now. "But I think I'd rather have the real thing. Would you take your cock out for me so I can suck it?" She said without reservation.
The cowboy immediately set the empty tray down on a nearby bench unzipping his Levi jeans. He quickly pulled his already stiffening penis out and walked over towards her stopping just short of the edge of the water. Shirley watched the younger woman step out meeting him, dropping down onto her knees before him and immediately began giving the cowboy a blowjob right there in front of everyone. Shirley turned back to look at Darlene raising one eyebrow in a surprised signal to her that they were actually watching this. But Darlene missed it; she was too engrossed in watching the young woman happily slurping away on the nice hard cock that was sticking out of his Levi's.
"That's Handy." The older woman said suddenly speaking up. "And that's my daughter Susan. I'm Crystal." She said offering her hand to Shirley and Darlene. "We've been coming here every year for the past five years now. First time for you two?"
"Is it that obvious?" Shirley asked, still having trouble trying not to watch the spectacle taking place no more than a foot or so away from her.
Crystal giggled. "Yeah, thought the two of you might be greenhorns as they call first timers here. Pretty easy to spot since it's an anything goes kind of a place once you get used to it. I think you'll find out eventually that the cowboys here are all ready, willing and able to serve and meet your every need. Whenever, and wherever. Susan loves it here."
"I can see that," Darlene said excitedly.
Susan quit sucking Handy looking up at him. "Thank you," she said smiling, wiping off her mouth, licking her fingers.
Handy turned to face Shirley and Darlene, his hard stiff penis still sticking out of his Jeans as he did.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked grinning.
Shirley stammered, "I think I'd like to have what she ordered." But she was looking down at his cock when she said it.
For a moment, Handy wasn't sure if she was referring to the drink or to his cock. And for that same moment, Shirley wasn't sure either. Then she realized she had been staring and quickly glanced back up towards his face. "The drink I mean," she hurried sounding immensely flustered.
Handy gave her a cute little frown and tucked his penis back inside his jeans, retrieving the empty tray. "Two stiff penis's coming up!" He said laughing, and then walked back up the trail towards the lodge.
"Listen, why don't the two of you join us for dinner?" Crystal said. "We'll be happy to fill the two of you in on this place. Which reminds me, are you signed up for the horseback ride in the morning? You really should if you haven't already. We look forward to it every year, and personally, I like the morning ride a lot better than the evening one. The cowboys are all refreshed, and to be honest with you, a lot randier for that one, at least I think they are anyway."
Shirley and Darlene accepted their newfound friends invitation to sit with them during dinner. When they came into the dinning area, they saw three comfortable and elegantly laid out tables waiting for them. Moments after that, most everyone else arrived and the cowboys began serving small dishes of ice cream for starters.
"I don't think we're having franks and beans," Darlene said teasing her friend.
"Shut up Darlene," Shirley shot back playfully yet still serious.
Darlene looked about noticing that there were only eleven women sitting down to dinner and commented on it.
Crystal didn't even bother glancing up. "That must be Angie." She said simply. "She never dines here with us. Always has room service instead, which you can have provided you schedule it ahead of time."
"One of the few rules here," Susan said jumping in, "You can't make em do anything naughty when they're serving food. Something to do with health code violations or some such. That's one of the reasons Angie likes dining in. That way she can have her cake, and be eaten too!" Susan laughed at her own joke, but her mother agreed with her.
"I've had room service a few times myself," she said continuing. "The nice thing about that is, they're at your beck and call the whole time you're eating, if you know what I mean," she said winking at Darlene and Shirley.
"So, did you guys sign up for the horseback ride in the morning?" Susan asked.
Darlene had in fact stopped by the lodge on the way back from the hot springs. "Yes in fact, I did," she told her. "Looks like only the four of us are going on that one though."
"Don't worry, you'll love it. Even I wasn't sure about it the first time we went; now it's one of my favorite things to do while we're here. Besides the nightly bonfire."
Handy came over to their table smiling at the four of them and even winked at Shirley. "Can I get you ladies something to drink between courses?"
Shirley turned towards Darlene. "Don't say it," she warned her.
"Don't be silly, a good stiff penis doesn't go with dinner! Before, or afterwards maybe, but never during."
Shirley rolled her eyes shaking her head in exasperation. Handy took their orders after that and left promising to return to them immediately.
"Now, what was it about the bonfire again?" Darlene asked.
"Oh yes. Around ten everyone grabs their horse blankets from the room."
"Horse blankets?" Shirley asked.
"Well they're not really horse blankets, though everyone calls them that. They're those really nice thick fluffy fleece blankets that should be on the shelf in one of your closets. Anyway, everyone goes naked of course..."
"Of course," Shirley said once again eyeing Darlene, "Naked,"
"Naked," Darlene responded smiling at her. "I think we've already had this conversation Shirley. Sorry Crystal, you were saying?"
"Anyway, everyone comes to the nightly bonfires. All the ranch hands, and everyone staying here comes wearing only their blankets. There's plenty to drink, lots of fun things to snack on...and dancing of course. And the best part, lots of groping and fondling," she laughed wickedly.
"You said everyone comes to these? Including Howdy?" Darlene asked.
"Oh, especially Howdy! Have you seen Dandy?" Crystal asked.
Darlene smiled, nodding her head.
"Well if you think Dandy has a nice dick, you should see Howdy's! They don't call him How-dee-du-dee for nothing!" she quipped.
"Actually, I think I'll pass on the bonfire tonight," Shirley said. "I'm actually tired and if we're getting up as early as it says we need to for breakfast, I think I need to get my sleep, especially as it looks like it's going to be a long and very interesting day."
"Suit yourself." Crystal told her. "But you don't know what you'll be missing. What about you Darlene? You planning on going?"
"I wouldn't miss this for the world!" She said enthusiastically. "You sure you don't want to 'cum'?" Darlene giggled, letting Shirley know exactly what she meant in saying that.
Shirley was about to respond when Handy returned with their drink order and just as someone else came to their table with their main course. "This is Randy," he said introducing the man. Shirley noticed he looked more Nordic than any cowboy she'd ever seen before.
"Hi gals," he said slipping in between them beginning to set down their dinner plates. I'll be your personal hand for this evening. So if there's anything you want...or need," he said eyeing each one purposely as he looked around the table. "I'm your man."
"I'll say!" Susan stated hotly. "By the way, what's for dessert tonight?"
"What would you like?" He asked her.
Susan giggled. "How about you?"
Randy grinned giving everyone at the table the shivers. "Where and when?"
"Oh, my bungalow, number four, say as soon as dinner's over with?"
Randy winked at her. "Give me an hour to help clean things up afterwards, then I'll come to your room. Want me to bring anything when I do?"
"Sure, another cowboy?" She said giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Any preference as to who? Or would you like me to surprise you?" He asked.
"Oh hell, surprise me," she said still snickering.
"So, that's Randy." Darlene said after he'd left their table. "So what's behind HIS nickname?" She asked Crystal. "I mean Dandy and Handy were pretty obvious, and I have an idea about Randy. But!"
"You're probably thinking correctly. Randy IS Randy! That boy can go for hours, literally. And he's pretty damn good with his tongue too, though probably not as good as Wiley is."
"Wiley?" Darlene asked suddenly interested.
"Wiley yes. He's the chef."
"Don't say it Shirley," Darlene warned her. But she was already starting to laugh which made it easier for Shirley to finish what she was about to ask.
"As in, Wiley Coyote?" Shirley said, unable to help herself.
Susan got the joke and started giggling again. "You know...I never put the two of those together before now. I've heard some of the other hands refer to him as The Coyote, and now I understand why!"
"Well anyway," Crystal interjected. "He really IS the best one with his tongue. He might not have the biggest, or even the prettiest dick, but he sure can do things to a woman's clit. You should see him play the harmonica!"
"I can only imagine," Shirley said, but when she spoke, she wasn't trying to be silly and said it with a wishful sigh, remembering her earlier less than satisfactory orgasm back in her room.
They finished their dinner together after that, and as everyone got up to leave with the promise of meeting up later at the bonfire, Darlene turned to Shirley. "So, you're really not coming with me tonight?"
Shirley considered it briefly but then told her no. "I really am tired kiddo. And besides, Susan and Crystal will both be there, so you'll have plenty of company. Not to mention Handy, Dandy, and Randy and all the rest of the handsome looking ranch dudes."
"Ranch hands," Darlene corrected.
"Whatever. Point is, you'll have a good time, probably more so if I'm not even there to give you a hard time. I'm going to go back to the hot springs, soak for a while and then head back to my room. See you in the morning ok?"
"Ok Shirl..." Darlene said starting to speak in one last effort to get Shirley to change her mind. But Shirley saw the ploy for what it was and waved her off.
"Won't work on me this time," she told her. "Now really, go...have a good time. Tell the boys' I said hello, and I'll see you in the morning at breakfast before our ride."
That did seem to brighten Darlene up a little. "So you ARE going horseback riding then yes?"
"I probably shouldn't be, but yes. I said I would, and I will. See you in the morning."
With that, Shirley made her way back to her room. She'd undress leaving her clothing there and then make the short walk down to the hot springs spending the next half hour or so relaxing. Afterwards, she'd head back to her room turning in a little early. Hopefully getting a good night's sleep.
Shirley glanced up and saw what appeared to be a sudden flare up of light in the brief distance. "Must be nearing ten," she thought. "They've started the fire." She lay, floating comfortably in the hot water for a few minutes longer, wanting everyone who was going to the bonfire to have plenty of time to do so. She didn't want to run into anyone, or have someone try and convince her to go along with them. As much as she really did want to have a good time and let her hair down a little, Shirley had to admit to herself that she was having difficulty accepting the 'obvious' nature of the place, and what they were really here for. When she was confident that the bonfire festivities had to be well under way, she stepped out of the hot springs, dried herself off, and headed back to her bungalow.
The bungalows were situated behind the main buildings, well away from the courtyard where the bonfire was lighting up the night's sky. They must have looked like a giant horseshoe all gathered together as they were, slowly circling around one another and facing towards the lodge. She and Darlene had the last two units on the end of the horseshoe, numbers eleven and twelve respectively.
Shirley reached the end of the path and turned right instead of left which would have led her back towards the lodge where the sky continued to flicker with the telltale light of the fire. To the right, it was much darker, though soft lights along the walk way would keep her from stumbling around in the dark as she headed back towards number eleven. She headed across the green when she spotted what looked like someone approaching her from the opposite direction, but noticed that the figure, whoever he was, dressed all in black and seemed to be knocking on doors. Shirley wondered if he was checking to see they were securely locked, or in the event that someone else had decided to stay in, that they were ok as she did see him stop and actually speak to someone else in the unit on the other side of Darlene's bungalow.
"Oh God! It's Zorro!" She thought to herself, laughing as the black caped figure actually looked like the TV and movie character at this distance. Not wanting to disrupt anything, or be disrupted from making it to her room, she tried to sneak as quickly as possible hoping to reach it, slipping inside before he'd finished speaking with whomever the other woman was and who'd obviously decided to skip the festivities as well. Unfortunately, she didn't quite make it.
He was in fact wearing a black bandana over his head with eye cut outs over his face. "You really are Zorro!" Shirley stated as he stepped around in front of her before she could slip into her room. "Come to see if any Senorita's need rescuing?" she asked finding the intrigue behind the 'bed-room' eyes most disconcerting.
"Good evening," he said sweeping his arm gracefully as he did so in front of her having removed his straight-edged hat with a flourish of fanfare.
"Odd," Shirley thought, "he sounds exactly like Antonio Banderas!"
"How may I serve you this evening?" he said with a smile that looked every bit as much like him as well.
"Ah, actually no. I mean," she began once again somewhat flustered. "I was just going in to go to bed, big day!" she said stretching as though trying to work out some kinks, immediately feeling foolish as she did, because she could somehow see herself in her minds eye, and knew her ploy for what it really was. Zorro's smile told her the same thing.
"Ah, but you are too beautiful, and it is too beautiful a night for someone such as yourself to be going to bed alone, no?"
"No. I mean yes," Shirley said, then confused as to what she'd actually meant, actually said. He grinned. In the blink of an eye, faster than her mind could register, and certainly faster than she could have thought possible, his hand came out and in a swiping "Z" like movement, the towel she'd been wearing came away in his hand. Automatically she reached up criss-crossing her arms over her breasts.
Then he kissed her.
Like hot butter on bread, she melted into his arms. Picking her up, his cape almost magically covering her, he kicked the door which flew open as though magic itself, carrying her into the room.
As he stepped past the door, his lips still locked upon hers, she heard rather than saw the soft leather of his boot kicking the door closed. Effortlessly, he crossed the room to her bed, and just as effortlessly, placed her upon it. With another unexpected toss of his hands, she rolled on the bed as his cape came away with a flick and a flutter drawing her attention towards it. When she at last gazed back towards him, he stood with his magnificent sword sticking out of his groin.
"Oh my!" she heard herself saying barely able to take her eyes off the steely hard weapon.
He continued to smile as he now slowly, teasingly, began to undo the laces of his shirt until they had loosened enough for him to pull it over his head. He did so without a moment's pause, once again like some sort of magic act where the tablecloth is removed, and all the dinner dishes remain.
Even more amazingly, his pants dropped with a simple shake of his tightly honed ass revealing his beautiful cock even more fully to her mesmerized eyes. Quickly he removed his black leather boots, followed by his once tight black pants until he slid onto the bed beside her wearing nothing more than the mysterious mask on his face.
Shirley felt the softness of the Buffalo hide caressing her body on one side, and this mystery man's strong, yet gentle hands stroking and caressing her on the other. Zorro now began kissing her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and then back again. By the time his lips first placed themselves against her taut nipples, her body was aflame with desire for him. More than she'd ever felt or experienced before in her entire life. And, it was the way he kissed, licked and nipped at her that drove her insane with desire for him. Each kiss seemed to be different than the last, even more meaningful, each tender fleeting lick of his tongue, more sensual and erotic than the one before that, and the one before that. By the time he had finished kissing and sucking her toes, Shirley felt she had died and gone to heaven, but he was only half done as he began the return trip, stopping at each and every nook and cranny along the way.
"Fuck me!" She said softly, almost pleadingly.
"In due time," he responded. "Perhaps by sunrise."
He went back to licking, sucking and kneading her soft pliant breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive to his touch that she felt as though she could orgasm from this alone, and nearly did. But each time she got close to anything even resembling a climax, he would slow, stop...or go on to something else driving her to even greater heights of unbridled pleasure and joy.
By the time his tongue even got close to her pussy she was writhing in hot wanton passion for it. Even then he tickled, teased, kissing her heated place but never quite allowing her to feel his tongue upon her, always near, always close...but never directly. Shirley was wet, sopping wet actually. She felt little rivulets of her moisture pool, running freely down the inside of her legs. Never before in her life had she ever experienced this, such free flowing amounts of her lubrications, and yet they continued. He drank from her, licking away her essence with his tongue, and still had not as yet deflowered her with it. Shirley was on the verge of desperation now, only seconds away from somehow forcing the issue with him. And then his tongue was upon her, and his lips encircled her blood-engorged clit.
And she came.
He sucked her nubbin of flesh and captured her soul, and she came again.
With a rapidity of speed borne on the brink of madness, he attacked the morsel of flesh between her legs with his tongue, like the feathery wings of a thousand butterflies descending down upon her at once. And she came yet again.
Again and again she came, spiraling away into the madness, into the sweetness of ecstasy from which she momentarily feared she would never awake. When at last she felt sleep could finally claim her, satiated and drained beyond all reason, he entered her. At first, it was an unwelcome intrusion and Shirley fought weakly against it. Then as the smoldering flame slowly rekindled deep within her loins, she responded, meeting him thrust for thrust, passion once again soaring upwards until her mind exploded in earth shattering brilliance and the darkness of night came to claim her just as the first tendrils of sunlight began to stretch their fingers across the morning sky.
Darlene glanced at her watch for the third time, Shirley wasn't just late, she was very late. Darlene had arrived on time and spotted Crystal and Susan already having breakfast. She quickly joined them and ordered, expecting Shirley to show up at any moment. Now on her third cup of coffee and nearly forty-five minutes later, she was starting to worry.
"I'm giving her just five more minutes, and then I'm going to check on her." Darlene told their friends.
"There she is now!" Crystal stated, a hint of relief in her own voice upon seeing her.
Darlene spun back around in her chair and glanced over towards the door as Shirley slowly made her way over towards them. "Shirley? Are you ok? You look like hell!"
"I didn't get much sleep," she offered simply sitting down.
Handy was jiffy on the spot and came over to ask her what she wanted for breakfast.
"Just coffee...and maybe some toast," she told him.
Darlene sat glaring at her. "Would you care to add to that?"
Shirley looked up at her sheepishly. "No, coffee and toast is all I want."
"You know that's NOT what I asked you." Darlene folded her arms across her breasts, which is what she usually did whenever she became impatient with her friend, and sat waiting. "You're smiling!" Darlene said in surprise.
"She's not just smiling, she's grinning!" Susan chimed in.
And then Shirley was grinning, unable to help her self, blushing profusely on top of that.
"Shirley? You look like the cat that swallowed the canary, come on...what gives?"
"I spent the night with someone," she grinned feeling silly, loving every moment of the sensation as she admitted it.
"And?"
"And...we did it all night long is all. That's why I'm late."
"Oh no you don't." Darlene said uncrossing her arms, scooting her chair over closer to Shirley's. "Spill the beans babe...and the franks. Who was it?"
"He called himself...Zorro!" she paused letting it sink in for a moment.
"Zorro?" Susan asked.
"Zorro?" Darlene added asking the same question. "As in Antonio Banderas?"
"Well, it did sound like him, and look like him too!" she answered seriously.
"Zorro!"
"Yeah, Zorro!" Shirley shot back. "It really was Darlene, black mask, cape, the whole nine yards.
"I suppose he left the mark of 'Zorro' on you too?" Darlene giggled, laughing at her own joke.
Shirley blushed. "As a matter of fact, he did!"
Her face still reddened, she took a quick glance around the room ensuring no one could see her, then lifted the blouse she was wearing. She'd purposely not worn her brassier. From the side of her left breast to her right, then at a sharp downward angle, a trail of tiny almost perfectly shaped 'lip' hicky's marked their path along her flesh. "Ah sorry honey...but that looks more like a backwards seven," Darlene began, "though I must admit, whoever the hell he was, he did a pretty damn good job of that!"
Shirley rolled her eyes, now standing. Without so much as saying a word, she unzipped the shorts she was wearing letting them fall, uncaring now whether anyone came in and saw her standing half naked now or not.
"Holy shit!" Crystal exclaimed almost immediately. The rest of the perfect 'Z' began once again across the top of her right upper thigh proceeding across the almost bare patch of pubic hair then continuing on towards her left thigh where it ended, now forming the near perfect 'Z'. But even that wasn't what had caused any of the three women to sit there and stare at her in total awe and wonder.
"How the fuck did he do that?" Darlene asked. She was staring at the ever so tiny little 'Z' cut that had been shaped in the pubic hair of her pussy.
"You'd never believe me if I told you," she said simply, sitting down with not only a continued smile, but a sigh that whimpered of longing for more. A lot more.
Crystal saw Howdy across the room and waved him over to the table. "Howdy? You have a guy working the night shift for you, calls himself Zorro?"
"Heard of him, but no, no one by that name works for me. Every once in a while some gal says she's seen him, been with him. But no one here knows anything about him far's I know."
"You mean you don't have anyone that goes by that nickname and works the nightshift?" Shirley asked in disbelief.
"Nope." Howdy said smiling. "Everyone works here was at the bonfire last night, as usual. Except for Wiley."
"Wiley? Maybe that's who it is!" Darlene suggested.
"Doubt it." Howdy stated. "I happen to know he was with Mrs. Steel in bungalow number ten last night, just like he is every night. If you don't believe me, ask her, she's sitting right over there," he said pointing at another of the tables where two women sat talking to one another.
"Ask her! Ask her!" Shirley said excitedly. "She saw him too, in fact, she was talking to him just a few minutes before I did."
"I believe you." Darlene finally said. "Zorro huh?"
"Oh never mind Darlene, besides, you'd have to have been there to understand."
"Wish I had been," she said winking at her near-sister, then reaching over giving her a hug. "Regardless honey, you STILL look like hell. After you get some more coffee in you, we'll get you back to the room and freshened up. Besides, I'm not about to let you wiggle out on going horseback riding with me."
"Oh Darlene, about that. I really don't know. Like I said, you have NO idea what last night was like."
"Come on Shirl, you can tell me ALL about it while we get you fixed up. After that, we'll throw on our horsey-blankets and stroll on down to the stables where we're supposed to meet up with Crystal and Susan for our ten o'clock ride."
"Horsey Blankets?" Shirley groaned. "Naked?"
"Naked." Now it was Darlene's turn to grin from ear to ear. "And you're not the ONLY one to have gotten lucky last night either! Now come on, I'll tell you mine, while you tell me about yours."
Shirley felt herself yanked out of her chair after that, groaned audibly as Darlene led her away from the table and felt her self dragged back to her room to get ready to go on a horseback ride she really wasn't in the mood for, and almost too tired to even really care about.
"Come on buckaroo." Darlene teased, "Perk up, you're gonna like this," she promised her.
Shirley moaned, groaning all the way back to their bungalows, but she couldn't help but smile all the way back too. Especially when upon reaching her door did she reach down finding a black mask with cut-out eyes neatly and carefully wrapped around the doorknob.
"Fuck me!" Darlene groaned jealously. "Ok Shirl," she said ushering her friend inside the room. "Start at the beginning, and don't leave a fucking word out either!"
And she didn't.
"Can I get either of you something to drink?" He asked.
"I'd like a stiff penis," Darlene told him.
Shirley spun around on her friend in shock. "Darlene?"
She looked at her and laughed. "It's a drink silly."
"Would you like it dry?" The cowboy asked with a sly twinkle as he took in Shirley's embarrassment.
"No, I think I'd like it with a little head." Darlene stated. And then she looked towards Shirley who stood red faced, staring at her. "I'm still talking about the drink."
"I wouldn't mind having one of those myself." The younger of the two women said who was standing on the other side of Shirley now. "But I think I'd rather have the real thing. Would you take your cock out for me so I can suck it?" She said without reservation.
The cowboy immediately set the empty tray down on a nearby bench unzipping his Levi jeans. He quickly pulled his already stiffening penis out and walked over towards her stopping just short of the edge of the water. Shirley watched the younger woman step out meeting him, dropping down onto her knees before him and immediately began giving the cowboy a blowjob right there in front of everyone. Shirley turned back to look at Darlene raising one eyebrow in a surprised signal to her that they were actually watching this. But Darlene missed it; she was too engrossed in watching the young woman happily slurping away on the nice hard cock that was sticking out of his Levi's.
"That's Handy." The older woman said suddenly speaking up. "And that's my daughter Susan. I'm Crystal." She said offering her hand to Shirley and Darlene. "We've been coming here every year for the past five years now. First time for you two?"
"Is it that obvious?" Shirley asked, still having trouble trying not to watch the spectacle taking place no more than a foot or so away from her.
Crystal giggled. "Yeah, thought the two of you might be greenhorns as they call first timers here. Pretty easy to spot since it's an anything goes kind of a place once you get used to it. I think you'll find out eventually that the cowboys here are all ready, willing and able to serve and meet your every need. Whenever, and wherever. Susan loves it here."
"I can see that," Darlene said excitedly.
Susan quit sucking Handy looking up at him. "Thank you," she said smiling, wiping off her mouth, licking her fingers.
Handy turned to face Shirley and Darlene, his hard stiff penis still sticking out of his Jeans as he did.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked grinning.
Shirley stammered, "I think I'd like to have what she ordered." But she was looking down at his cock when she said it.
For a moment, Handy wasn't sure if she was referring to the drink or to his cock. And for that same moment, Shirley wasn't sure either. Then she realized she had been staring and quickly glanced back up towards his face. "The drink I mean," she hurried sounding immensely flustered.
Handy gave her a cute little frown and tucked his penis back inside his jeans, retrieving the empty tray. "Two stiff penis's coming up!" He said laughing, and then walked back up the trail towards the lodge.
"Listen, why don't the two of you join us for dinner?" Crystal said. "We'll be happy to fill the two of you in on this place. Which reminds me, are you signed up for the horseback ride in the morning? You really should if you haven't already. We look forward to it every year, and personally, I like the morning ride a lot better than the evening one. The cowboys are all refreshed, and to be honest with you, a lot randier for that one, at least I think they are anyway."
Shirley and Darlene accepted their newfound friends invitation to sit with them during dinner. When they came into the dinning area, they saw three comfortable and elegantly laid out tables waiting for them. Moments after that, most everyone else arrived and the cowboys began serving small dishes of ice cream for starters.
"I don't think we're having franks and beans," Darlene said teasing her friend.
"Shut up Darlene," Shirley shot back playfully yet still serious.
Darlene looked about noticing that there were only eleven women sitting down to dinner and commented on it.
Crystal didn't even bother glancing up. "That must be Angie." She said simply. "She never dines here with us. Always has room service instead, which you can have provided you schedule it ahead of time."
"One of the few rules here," Susan said jumping in, "You can't make em do anything naughty when they're serving food. Something to do with health code violations or some such. That's one of the reasons Angie likes dining in. That way she can have her cake, and be eaten too!" Susan laughed at her own joke, but her mother agreed with her.
"I've had room service a few times myself," she said continuing. "The nice thing about that is, they're at your beck and call the whole time you're eating, if you know what I mean," she said winking at Darlene and Shirley.
"So, did you guys sign up for the horseback ride in the morning?" Susan asked.
Darlene had in fact stopped by the lodge on the way back from the hot springs. "Yes in fact, I did," she told her. "Looks like only the four of us are going on that one though."
"Don't worry, you'll love it. Even I wasn't sure about it the first time we went; now it's one of my favorite things to do while we're here. Besides the nightly bonfire."
Handy came over to their table smiling at the four of them and even winked at Shirley. "Can I get you ladies something to drink between courses?"
Shirley turned towards Darlene. "Don't say it," she warned her.
"Don't be silly, a good stiff penis doesn't go with dinner! Before, or afterwards maybe, but never during."
Shirley rolled her eyes shaking her head in exasperation. Handy took their orders after that and left promising to return to them immediately.
"Now, what was it about the bonfire again?" Darlene asked.
"Oh yes. Around ten everyone grabs their horse blankets from the room."
"Horse blankets?" Shirley asked.
"Well they're not really horse blankets, though everyone calls them that. They're those really nice thick fluffy fleece blankets that should be on the shelf in one of your closets. Anyway, everyone goes naked of course..."
"Of course," Shirley said once again eyeing Darlene, "Naked,"
"Naked," Darlene responded smiling at her. "I think we've already had this conversation Shirley. Sorry Crystal, you were saying?"
"Anyway, everyone comes to the nightly bonfires. All the ranch hands, and everyone staying here comes wearing only their blankets. There's plenty to drink, lots of fun things to snack on...and dancing of course. And the best part, lots of groping and fondling," she laughed wickedly.
"You said everyone comes to these? Including Howdy?" Darlene asked.
"Oh, especially Howdy! Have you seen Dandy?" Crystal asked.
Darlene smiled, nodding her head.
"Well if you think Dandy has a nice dick, you should see Howdy's! They don't call him How-dee-du-dee for nothing!" she quipped.
"Actually, I think I'll pass on the bonfire tonight," Shirley said. "I'm actually tired and if we're getting up as early as it says we need to for breakfast, I think I need to get my sleep, especially as it looks like it's going to be a long and very interesting day."
"Suit yourself." Crystal told her. "But you don't know what you'll be missing. What about you Darlene? You planning on going?"
"I wouldn't miss this for the world!" She said enthusiastically. "You sure you don't want to 'cum'?" Darlene giggled, letting Shirley know exactly what she meant in saying that.
Shirley was about to respond when Handy returned with their drink order and just as someone else came to their table with their main course. "This is Randy," he said introducing the man. Shirley noticed he looked more Nordic than any cowboy she'd ever seen before.
"Hi gals," he said slipping in between them beginning to set down their dinner plates. I'll be your personal hand for this evening. So if there's anything you want...or need," he said eyeing each one purposely as he looked around the table. "I'm your man."
"I'll say!" Susan stated hotly. "By the way, what's for dessert tonight?"
"What would you like?" He asked her.
Susan giggled. "How about you?"
Randy grinned giving everyone at the table the shivers. "Where and when?"
"Oh, my bungalow, number four, say as soon as dinner's over with?"
Randy winked at her. "Give me an hour to help clean things up afterwards, then I'll come to your room. Want me to bring anything when I do?"
"Sure, another cowboy?" She said giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Any preference as to who? Or would you like me to surprise you?" He asked.
"Oh hell, surprise me," she said still snickering.
"So, that's Randy." Darlene said after he'd left their table. "So what's behind HIS nickname?" She asked Crystal. "I mean Dandy and Handy were pretty obvious, and I have an idea about Randy. But!"
"You're probably thinking correctly. Randy IS Randy! That boy can go for hours, literally. And he's pretty damn good with his tongue too, though probably not as good as Wiley is."
"Wiley?" Darlene asked suddenly interested.
"Wiley yes. He's the chef."
"Don't say it Shirley," Darlene warned her. But she was already starting to laugh which made it easier for Shirley to finish what she was about to ask.
"As in, Wiley Coyote?" Shirley said, unable to help herself.
Susan got the joke and started giggling again. "You know...I never put the two of those together before now. I've heard some of the other hands refer to him as The Coyote, and now I understand why!"
"Well anyway," Crystal interjected. "He really IS the best one with his tongue. He might not have the biggest, or even the prettiest dick, but he sure can do things to a woman's clit. You should see him play the harmonica!"
"I can only imagine," Shirley said, but when she spoke, she wasn't trying to be silly and said it with a wishful sigh, remembering her earlier less than satisfactory orgasm back in her room.
They finished their dinner together after that, and as everyone got up to leave with the promise of meeting up later at the bonfire, Darlene turned to Shirley. "So, you're really not coming with me tonight?"
Shirley considered it briefly but then told her no. "I really am tired kiddo. And besides, Susan and Crystal will both be there, so you'll have plenty of company. Not to mention Handy, Dandy, and Randy and all the rest of the handsome looking ranch dudes."
"Ranch hands," Darlene corrected.
"Whatever. Point is, you'll have a good time, probably more so if I'm not even there to give you a hard time. I'm going to go back to the hot springs, soak for a while and then head back to my room. See you in the morning ok?"
"Ok Shirl..." Darlene said starting to speak in one last effort to get Shirley to change her mind. But Shirley saw the ploy for what it was and waved her off.
"Won't work on me this time," she told her. "Now really, go...have a good time. Tell the boys' I said hello, and I'll see you in the morning at breakfast before our ride."
That did seem to brighten Darlene up a little. "So you ARE going horseback riding then yes?"
"I probably shouldn't be, but yes. I said I would, and I will. See you in the morning."
With that, Shirley made her way back to her room. She'd undress leaving her clothing there and then make the short walk down to the hot springs spending the next half hour or so relaxing. Afterwards, she'd head back to her room turning in a little early. Hopefully getting a good night's sleep.
Shirley glanced up and saw what appeared to be a sudden flare up of light in the brief distance. "Must be nearing ten," she thought. "They've started the fire." She lay, floating comfortably in the hot water for a few minutes longer, wanting everyone who was going to the bonfire to have plenty of time to do so. She didn't want to run into anyone, or have someone try and convince her to go along with them. As much as she really did want to have a good time and let her hair down a little, Shirley had to admit to herself that she was having difficulty accepting the 'obvious' nature of the place, and what they were really here for. When she was confident that the bonfire festivities had to be well under way, she stepped out of the hot springs, dried herself off, and headed back to her bungalow.
The bungalows were situated behind the main buildings, well away from the courtyard where the bonfire was lighting up the night's sky. They must have looked like a giant horseshoe all gathered together as they were, slowly circling around one another and facing towards the lodge. She and Darlene had the last two units on the end of the horseshoe, numbers eleven and twelve respectively.
Shirley reached the end of the path and turned right instead of left which would have led her back towards the lodge where the sky continued to flicker with the telltale light of the fire. To the right, it was much darker, though soft lights along the walk way would keep her from stumbling around in the dark as she headed back towards number eleven. She headed across the green when she spotted what looked like someone approaching her from the opposite direction, but noticed that the figure, whoever he was, dressed all in black and seemed to be knocking on doors. Shirley wondered if he was checking to see they were securely locked, or in the event that someone else had decided to stay in, that they were ok as she did see him stop and actually speak to someone else in the unit on the other side of Darlene's bungalow.
"Oh God! It's Zorro!" She thought to herself, laughing as the black caped figure actually looked like the TV and movie character at this distance. Not wanting to disrupt anything, or be disrupted from making it to her room, she tried to sneak as quickly as possible hoping to reach it, slipping inside before he'd finished speaking with whomever the other woman was and who'd obviously decided to skip the festivities as well. Unfortunately, she didn't quite make it.
He was in fact wearing a black bandana over his head with eye cut outs over his face. "You really are Zorro!" Shirley stated as he stepped around in front of her before she could slip into her room. "Come to see if any Senorita's need rescuing?" she asked finding the intrigue behind the 'bed-room' eyes most disconcerting.
"Good evening," he said sweeping his arm gracefully as he did so in front of her having removed his straight-edged hat with a flourish of fanfare.
"Odd," Shirley thought, "he sounds exactly like Antonio Banderas!"
"How may I serve you this evening?" he said with a smile that looked every bit as much like him as well.
"Ah, actually no. I mean," she began once again somewhat flustered. "I was just going in to go to bed, big day!" she said stretching as though trying to work out some kinks, immediately feeling foolish as she did, because she could somehow see herself in her minds eye, and knew her ploy for what it really was. Zorro's smile told her the same thing.
"Ah, but you are too beautiful, and it is too beautiful a night for someone such as yourself to be going to bed alone, no?"
"No. I mean yes," Shirley said, then confused as to what she'd actually meant, actually said. He grinned. In the blink of an eye, faster than her mind could register, and certainly faster than she could have thought possible, his hand came out and in a swiping "Z" like movement, the towel she'd been wearing came away in his hand. Automatically she reached up criss-crossing her arms over her breasts.
Then he kissed her.
Like hot butter on bread, she melted into his arms. Picking her up, his cape almost magically covering her, he kicked the door which flew open as though magic itself, carrying her into the room.
As he stepped past the door, his lips still locked upon hers, she heard rather than saw the soft leather of his boot kicking the door closed. Effortlessly, he crossed the room to her bed, and just as effortlessly, placed her upon it. With another unexpected toss of his hands, she rolled on the bed as his cape came away with a flick and a flutter drawing her attention towards it. When she at last gazed back towards him, he stood with his magnificent sword sticking out of his groin.
"Oh my!" she heard herself saying barely able to take her eyes off the steely hard weapon.
He continued to smile as he now slowly, teasingly, began to undo the laces of his shirt until they had loosened enough for him to pull it over his head. He did so without a moment's pause, once again like some sort of magic act where the tablecloth is removed, and all the dinner dishes remain.
Even more amazingly, his pants dropped with a simple shake of his tightly honed ass revealing his beautiful cock even more fully to her mesmerized eyes. Quickly he removed his black leather boots, followed by his once tight black pants until he slid onto the bed beside her wearing nothing more than the mysterious mask on his face.
Shirley felt the softness of the Buffalo hide caressing her body on one side, and this mystery man's strong, yet gentle hands stroking and caressing her on the other. Zorro now began kissing her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and then back again. By the time his lips first placed themselves against her taut nipples, her body was aflame with desire for him. More than she'd ever felt or experienced before in her entire life. And, it was the way he kissed, licked and nipped at her that drove her insane with desire for him. Each kiss seemed to be different than the last, even more meaningful, each tender fleeting lick of his tongue, more sensual and erotic than the one before that, and the one before that. By the time he had finished kissing and sucking her toes, Shirley felt she had died and gone to heaven, but he was only half done as he began the return trip, stopping at each and every nook and cranny along the way.
"Fuck me!" She said softly, almost pleadingly.
"In due time," he responded. "Perhaps by sunrise."
He went back to licking, sucking and kneading her soft pliant breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive to his touch that she felt as though she could orgasm from this alone, and nearly did. But each time she got close to anything even resembling a climax, he would slow, stop...or go on to something else driving her to even greater heights of unbridled pleasure and joy.
By the time his tongue even got close to her pussy she was writhing in hot wanton passion for it. Even then he tickled, teased, kissing her heated place but never quite allowing her to feel his tongue upon her, always near, always close...but never directly. Shirley was wet, sopping wet actually. She felt little rivulets of her moisture pool, running freely down the inside of her legs. Never before in her life had she ever experienced this, such free flowing amounts of her lubrications, and yet they continued. He drank from her, licking away her essence with his tongue, and still had not as yet deflowered her with it. Shirley was on the verge of desperation now, only seconds away from somehow forcing the issue with him. And then his tongue was upon her, and his lips encircled her blood-engorged clit.
And she came.
He sucked her nubbin of flesh and captured her soul, and she came again.
With a rapidity of speed borne on the brink of madness, he attacked the morsel of flesh between her legs with his tongue, like the feathery wings of a thousand butterflies descending down upon her at once. And she came yet again.
Again and again she came, spiraling away into the madness, into the sweetness of ecstasy from which she momentarily feared she would never awake. When at last she felt sleep could finally claim her, satiated and drained beyond all reason, he entered her. At first, it was an unwelcome intrusion and Shirley fought weakly against it. Then as the smoldering flame slowly rekindled deep within her loins, she responded, meeting him thrust for thrust, passion once again soaring upwards until her mind exploded in earth shattering brilliance and the darkness of night came to claim her just as the first tendrils of sunlight began to stretch their fingers across the morning sky.
Darlene glanced at her watch for the third time, Shirley wasn't just late, she was very late. Darlene had arrived on time and spotted Crystal and Susan already having breakfast. She quickly joined them and ordered, expecting Shirley to show up at any moment. Now on her third cup of coffee and nearly forty-five minutes later, she was starting to worry.
"I'm giving her just five more minutes, and then I'm going to check on her." Darlene told their friends.
"There she is now!" Crystal stated, a hint of relief in her own voice upon seeing her.
Darlene spun back around in her chair and glanced over towards the door as Shirley slowly made her way over towards them. "Shirley? Are you ok? You look like hell!"
"I didn't get much sleep," she offered simply sitting down.
Handy was jiffy on the spot and came over to ask her what she wanted for breakfast.
"Just coffee...and maybe some toast," she told him.
Darlene sat glaring at her. "Would you care to add to that?"
Shirley looked up at her sheepishly. "No, coffee and toast is all I want."
"You know that's NOT what I asked you." Darlene folded her arms across her breasts, which is what she usually did whenever she became impatient with her friend, and sat waiting. "You're smiling!" Darlene said in surprise.
"She's not just smiling, she's grinning!" Susan chimed in.
And then Shirley was grinning, unable to help her self, blushing profusely on top of that.
"Shirley? You look like the cat that swallowed the canary, come on...what gives?"
"I spent the night with someone," she grinned feeling silly, loving every moment of the sensation as she admitted it.
"And?"
"And...we did it all night long is all. That's why I'm late."
"Oh no you don't." Darlene said uncrossing her arms, scooting her chair over closer to Shirley's. "Spill the beans babe...and the franks. Who was it?"
"He called himself...Zorro!" she paused letting it sink in for a moment.
"Zorro?" Susan asked.
"Zorro?" Darlene added asking the same question. "As in Antonio Banderas?"
"Well, it did sound like him, and look like him too!" she answered seriously.
"Zorro!"
"Yeah, Zorro!" Shirley shot back. "It really was Darlene, black mask, cape, the whole nine yards.
"I suppose he left the mark of 'Zorro' on you too?" Darlene giggled, laughing at her own joke.
Shirley blushed. "As a matter of fact, he did!"
Her face still reddened, she took a quick glance around the room ensuring no one could see her, then lifted the blouse she was wearing. She'd purposely not worn her brassier. From the side of her left breast to her right, then at a sharp downward angle, a trail of tiny almost perfectly shaped 'lip' hicky's marked their path along her flesh. "Ah sorry honey...but that looks more like a backwards seven," Darlene began, "though I must admit, whoever the hell he was, he did a pretty damn good job of that!"
Shirley rolled her eyes, now standing. Without so much as saying a word, she unzipped the shorts she was wearing letting them fall, uncaring now whether anyone came in and saw her standing half naked now or not.
"Holy shit!" Crystal exclaimed almost immediately. The rest of the perfect 'Z' began once again across the top of her right upper thigh proceeding across the almost bare patch of pubic hair then continuing on towards her left thigh where it ended, now forming the near perfect 'Z'. But even that wasn't what had caused any of the three women to sit there and stare at her in total awe and wonder.
"How the fuck did he do that?" Darlene asked. She was staring at the ever so tiny little 'Z' cut that had been shaped in the pubic hair of her pussy.
"You'd never believe me if I told you," she said simply, sitting down with not only a continued smile, but a sigh that whimpered of longing for more. A lot more.
Crystal saw Howdy across the room and waved him over to the table. "Howdy? You have a guy working the night shift for you, calls himself Zorro?"
"Heard of him, but no, no one by that name works for me. Every once in a while some gal says she's seen him, been with him. But no one here knows anything about him far's I know."
"You mean you don't have anyone that goes by that nickname and works the nightshift?" Shirley asked in disbelief.
"Nope." Howdy said smiling. "Everyone works here was at the bonfire last night, as usual. Except for Wiley."
"Wiley? Maybe that's who it is!" Darlene suggested.
"Doubt it." Howdy stated. "I happen to know he was with Mrs. Steel in bungalow number ten last night, just like he is every night. If you don't believe me, ask her, she's sitting right over there," he said pointing at another of the tables where two women sat talking to one another.
"Ask her! Ask her!" Shirley said excitedly. "She saw him too, in fact, she was talking to him just a few minutes before I did."
"I believe you." Darlene finally said. "Zorro huh?"
"Oh never mind Darlene, besides, you'd have to have been there to understand."
"Wish I had been," she said winking at her near-sister, then reaching over giving her a hug. "Regardless honey, you STILL look like hell. After you get some more coffee in you, we'll get you back to the room and freshened up. Besides, I'm not about to let you wiggle out on going horseback riding with me."
"Oh Darlene, about that. I really don't know. Like I said, you have NO idea what last night was like."
"Come on Shirl, you can tell me ALL about it while we get you fixed up. After that, we'll throw on our horsey-blankets and stroll on down to the stables where we're supposed to meet up with Crystal and Susan for our ten o'clock ride."
"Horsey Blankets?" Shirley groaned. "Naked?"
"Naked." Now it was Darlene's turn to grin from ear to ear. "And you're not the ONLY one to have gotten lucky last night either! Now come on, I'll tell you mine, while you tell me about yours."
Shirley felt herself yanked out of her chair after that, groaned audibly as Darlene led her away from the table and felt her self dragged back to her room to get ready to go on a horseback ride she really wasn't in the mood for, and almost too tired to even really care about.
"Come on buckaroo." Darlene teased, "Perk up, you're gonna like this," she promised her.
Shirley moaned, groaning all the way back to their bungalows, but she couldn't help but smile all the way back too. Especially when upon reaching her door did she reach down finding a black mask with cut-out eyes neatly and carefully wrapped around the doorknob.
"Fuck me!" Darlene groaned jealously. "Ok Shirl," she said ushering her friend inside the room. "Start at the beginning, and don't leave a fucking word out either!"
And she didn't.
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