The Ranch Owner Had an Offer We Didn’t Expect

Diego and I had been crossing the ravines of the northwest for three days when the sky turned green. That’s not a good sign in that part of the mountain range: green before black, and black before hail. Our backpacks weighed thirty kilos each and we had nowhere to take cover.

—There’s something down there —Andrés said, pointing toward a fold in the terrain where a dark rectangle could be made out among the cardón cacti.

We didn’t argue. We ran down the hill, loose stones betraying every step, and reached the ranch just as the first gusts were starting. It was an adobe building with a sheet-metal roof, surrounded by an old wire fence and a couple of donkeys already looking up at the sky with resignation. The wooden door had peeling paint and a rusty metal knob.

I knocked three times. Nothing. Four more times, harder. A woman’s voice answered from inside.

—I’m coming. No need to break it down.

The door opened and the woman looked us up and down without hurry. Sixty-something, dark hair streaked with gray pulled back in a thick braid, apron over a flowered dress. She was sturdy, with broad shoulders and a presence that filled the doorway. Behind her appeared another woman, much younger, leaning in the inner doorway with her arms crossed and an expression that was halfway between curious and amused.

—I’m Diego, he’s Andrés. We’re backpackers, coming from Córdoba. The storm caught us off guard and we need somewhere to spend the night. We’ll pay what’s due.

The woman studied us for a moment with dark, calculating eyes. Then she stepped aside.

—Come in.

Inside, it smelled of firewood and thick stew. The kitchen was spacious, with a pine table in the center and a wood stove radiating heat from the corner. Bundles of dried herbs hung from the ceiling and there was a shelf with jars of preserves lined up by size. The daughter —who couldn’t have been more than thirty-five— stayed watching us from the doorway with that same half-smile.

—I’m Elvira —said the woman, not offering her hand—. She’s Natalia, my daughter. This ranch is mine. How many days are you planning to stay?

—Just tonight —Andrés replied—. Tomorrow we head back to the road.

Elvira nodded slowly, as if calculating something we weren’t going to understand.

—The room has two beds. It costs three hundred each, dinner included. —She made a deliberate pause—. If you want more than that, it’s five hundred per person. Paid in advance.

The silence that followed lasted exactly as long as it took me to understand what she was offering. Andrés understood at the same time I did. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. Natalia, in the doorway, was looking at her own hands with a smile that hid nothing.

We’d been on the road for nearly two weeks, balls loaded and with nothing to comfort us but the left hand inside the tent. We paid the five hundred each without saying anything else.

Elvira tucked the bills into her apron with the naturalness of someone collecting a utility bill.

—Eat first. Then we’ll see.

***

The stew was lamb with Andean potatoes. We ate in silence at first, with the hail hammering the sheet-metal roof and the light from the stove casting long shadows over the walls. Elvira served the plates without sitting down. Natalia did sit, across from Andrés, and she was the one who started talking.

—Where exactly are you from?

—He’s from Rosario, I’m from Córdoba —Andrés replied.

—First time you’ve come through here.

—First time.

Natalia took a sip of red wine from a stemless glass and nodded. She had straight-cut black hair at chin length and light-colored eyes, an uncommon combination in that area. She was wearing a sleeveless cotton dress that outlined her body without effort. Sometimes she leaned over the table to reach something and the fabric tightened in all the right places, revealing the dark edge of a nipple peeking free beneath the thin cotton.

Elvira moved between the sink and the table with the efficiency of someone who has done the same work thousands of times. She had a broad back and firm hips, and when she bent down to look for something in a low drawer, the fabric of her dress tightened over her big, solid ass in a way that was hard to ignore. I felt my cock harden against the seam of my pants without having done anything to provoke it.

—So why did you decide to come by this road? —Natalia asked, resting her elbow on the table—. It’s not the most obvious route.

—We wanted to avoid the tourist routes —Andrés said—. See something different.

—And you did —she said, with a smile that wasn’t entirely innocent.

When we finished eating, Natalia took the plates and Elvira filled the glasses with more wine. Then she turned off the overhead light and lit a candle in the center of the table. The gesture was so deliberate it was almost funny.

—Do you remember what you paid for? —Elvira asked, finally sitting down.

—Yes —Andrés said.

—Good. Then there’s no need to beat around the bush. I fuck with Diego. You, Natalia, do whatever you want with the other one.

She said it without blinking, looking straight at me, and I felt all the blood rush to my groin.

***

The room was at the end of a short hallway. Two single beds, a bedside table between them, a window with a burlap curtain. Elvira went in first and switched on a low-watt lamp that bathed everything in thick yellow light. Natalia locked the door behind us.

What followed was unhurried. Elvira took off her apron, folded it, and left it on the chair. Then she unbuttoned her dress from top to bottom, with slow, precise movements, like someone who has all the time in the world. Underneath she wore nothing but white cotton panties that sank between her thick thighs. Her tits were big and heavy, with dark, wide nipples like coins that hardened in the cold room air. Her belly was soft and marked by the traces of a life of hard work, and her broad hips had the solidity of something built to last and to take a cock.

She wasn’t the image from magazines. She was better than that: real flesh, a real female, with smell and weight.

Natalia took less time. She had the body of someone who does physical work: firm legs, a flat belly, medium-sized tits lifted high with pink nipples pointing up. She took off her dress in one motion and stood in the middle of the room with not the slightest trace of modesty, her shaved pussy on display and her thighs slightly apart, looking at Andrés with a direct expression that was almost a question.

—What do you want? —she asked him—. Mouth, pussy, or ass?

—Whatever you want —he replied, voice a little rough.

—No. Whatever you want —she repeated, emphasizing it—. You’re paying, after all. Say it with words.

—Pussy first —Andrés said, swallowing—. Then we’ll see.

—Good boy.

I moved closer to Elvira and took her by the wide waist. She was solid and warm, with skin that was soft despite the years. She smelled of glycerin soap and something else, something uniquely hers that had no name but went straight into my head. I kissed her. She responded slowly at first, then more decisively, opening her mouth and slipping me her tongue with a measured hunger I hadn’t expected. Her hands found the fly of my pants with determination, pulled them down together with my briefs in one yank, and grabbed my cock with a firm, callused hand.

—You’ve got a good cock —she said, squeezing it without taking her eyes off me—. Let’s see what you can do with it.

I laid her on one of the beds. I knelt in front of her and lowered her panties slowly, dragging them down over her thick thighs until I pulled them off her ankles. Her pussy was big and fleshy, with dark, thick lips already shining with moisture, crowned by a patch of black hair streaked with silver. I spread her legs with my hands, lifted them up to shoulder height, and buried my face in her cunt. I ran my tongue all the way along her slit, bottom to top, tasting the strong, thick flavor, and stayed there licking her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue.

She didn’t say anything, but she spread her legs wider and put her hand on my head, a soft pressure that was more guidance than command. I slid two fingers into her pussy while I kept licking and felt how tight she still was, the way she clamped around my knuckles. I stayed there a good while, eating her cunt patiently, learning her rhythm, adjusting my tongue to what her body was telling me, until her hips started moving on their own against my face and her fingers tightened in my hair.

—Enough —she said, her voice rougher now—. Put it in me already.

She yanked my wrist to make me get up. I climbed on top of her and pressed the head of my cock to the entrance of her cunt, soaked with saliva and her own juices. I pushed slowly. She let out a deep groan, trapped in her throat, and dug her nails into my shoulders.

—All of it —she said—. Jam it all in at once. Don’t go easy on me.

I did as she said. I drove it in to the hilt with one thrust, feeling her mature pussy squeeze me centimeter by centimeter, feeling her big tits flatten against my chest, hearing the long gasp that escaped her and lasted through the whole stroke. When I hit bottom I stayed still for a moment, propped on my elbows, looking at her face.

—Fuck me right —she said—. Like you’re a man. Hard.

I started moving. At first with long, slow thrusts, almost pulling all the way out and then driving back in to the hilt, listening to the old bed creak under both our weight. Then faster, with my pelvis slamming into hers, making a wet, obscene sound that filled the room. She controlled the rhythm with her hips, telling me when to speed up and when to slow down, clamping her pussy around my cock every time I pulled out as if to keep me from escaping.

At some point she flipped me with a force I hadn’t expected and ended up on top. She straddled me, took the whole cock in one motion, and then the control became completely explicit. She moved in slow, circular strokes, grinding her hips against mine, half-lidded eyes and heavy tits swinging in front of my face. I raised my hands and grabbed them, kneaded them, pinched her dark nipples until she let out a low growl.

—Good —she said whenever she especially liked something. Just that.

I grabbed her ass with both hands, two solid, hot cheeks, and helped her move faster. She leaned forward, put one breast in my mouth, and I sucked it whole, hard nipple between my teeth, while she kept riding me with the calm efficiency of a mare that knows exactly the gait she needs.

***

On the other bed, Andrés and Natalia had found their own rhythm much faster. She had taken him by the nape and kissed him with a force that clearly caught him by surprise. Then she shoved him by the shoulders until he sat on the edge of the bed, knelt between his legs, and yanked his cock out of his pants with practical efficiency. She took it all the way into her mouth at once, to the base, and Andrés let out a gasp that echoed through the whole room.

—What a nice cock you’ve got —she said, pulling it out of her mouth with a wet sound and spitting on it before sucking it again—. Let’s make it work.

She sucked his cock with her mouth open and her tongue out, without a trace of delicacy, letting saliva run down her chin and onto her breasts. She held his balls in one hand and with the other caressed her pussy open-legged on the floor. Andrés put a hand on her head and she let him, but she was clear about it:

—Don’t handle it for me. I know how to suck a cock.

There was no shyness in Natalia: she knew what she wanted and asked for it in specific words, without detours. When she had him good and hard, she stood up, pushed him back onto the mattress, and sat on top of him astride, looking him in the face. She took his cock in her hand, aimed it at her pussy, and slid it in little by little, mouth open and eyes locked on his.

—Slower —she said—. Don’t come yet.

And then:

—Now yes. Like that. Fuck me.

The hail had stopped. The remaining rain fell softly on the roof, a constant sound that filled the silences between the hip strokes and the creaking of the beds. The two beds creaked in different rhythms. Natalia’s sounds were more expressive than her mother’s, more immediate: she shouted with her mouth open every time Andrés thrust up into her from below, bit her lips, said “fucking hell, so good” without lowering her voice. Elvira, on the other hand, only made noise when something truly got to her, as if she measured pleasure before showing it.

At one point, Natalia turned her head toward our bed without stopping moving on top of Andrés, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy in plain view.

—Mom, how’s it going?

—Going well —Elvira replied without changing the rhythm—. Buried well.

Natalia let out a short laugh and turned back to Andrés, grabbing his chest to speed up the bounce.

***

Past midnight, Natalia suggested switching. Practical, without drama, her face still flushed and her pussy dripping down her thighs:

—Want to switch? I want to try the other cock.

Andrés looked at Elvira. I looked at Natalia. Nobody said no.

Natalia was different from her mother in almost everything. More direct in her requests, more impatient, louder. She lay on her back, spread her legs wide, and opened her pussy with two fingers, showing me the bright pink inside.

—Put it in —she said—. No foreplay. I’m already hot from before.

I climbed on top and slammed into her with one thrust. She arched her back and let out a long cry, her mouth open against my neck.

—Oh fuck, you’ve got a big one too. Ruin me.

I grabbed her legs behind the knees and pushed them up to her chest, folding her in half, and started fucking her hard, with fast, deep thrusts that made my balls slap against her ass. She kept saying things: “Like that, like that, harder, give me all of it, don’t pull out.” Her legs were strong and she knew how to use them. She wrapped them around my waist and adjusted the angle with precision, going after what she wanted without stopping guiding me with her hands.

—There —she said—. Stay exactly there. In that spot. Come on.

I fucked her at that angle until I felt her whole body tense under mine, until her inner walls began tightening around my cock like a hungry mouth. Then she pushed at my chest, threw me back, and climbed on top with the same practical urgency that seemed to define everything she did. She straddled me and started bouncing my cock with all the power of her thighs, grabbing her own tits and offering them to me to suck.

—Bite them —she asked—. Don’t be afraid.

Elvira, with Andrés, established her slow, deliberate rhythm. She had put him on his knees at the edge of the bed and she had gotten on all fours in front of him, her big ass in the air and her mature pussy dripping between her thighs. Andrés was fucking her from behind, gripping her broad hips, and she met each thrust with a low grunt of approval, looking back over her shoulder.

—Like that, boy. Fuck my cunt properly. Put it all in me.

She guided him with the same calm authority she had carried all night, with no scenes and no drama, taking what she wanted and giving what she considered enough. Andrés didn’t complain. He squeezed her big ass with both hands, parted it to watch himself go in and out, and every so often slapped one cheek hard enough to make the flesh sound. She laughed low, her face against the mattress.

—More —she asked—. Harder. I’m not made of porcelain.

At some point the four of us ended up tangled together in a single bed. Natalia had her back against her mother’s chest and the two of them sometimes looked at each other with a complicity that needed no explanation. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this. That was clear without anyone having to say it. Elvira ran a hand over her daughter’s belly, grabbed one of her tits with familiarity, parted her pussy lips with two fingers and showed us the glistening opening.

—This boy’s got a hard-on —Elvira said, nodding at me—. Fuck her right, son. She’s asking for it.

Natalia told Andrés to kneel in front of her. She took him by the nape and lowered him firmly until his face was buried in her pussy, and showed him how to lick her with his tongue flat and wide.

—Like this. All your tongue. And every so often the clit with the tip.

Elvira, meanwhile, positioned me behind her daughter with the practicality of someone who knows the geometry of the matter well. She guided my cock with her hand, spat on the tip, and aimed me at Natalia’s ass, tight and pink between her firm cheeks.

—Put it in here —she said—. She loves being fucked in all three holes at once.

I pushed slowly. Natalia let out a long moan when the crown passed the ring, and then another when I slid the rest in centimeter by centimeter. She was hot and incredibly tight. When I had her all the way inside I stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to it, and she pushed her ass back against me to let me know I could move.

—Fuck my ass —she said, voice muffled—. While Andrés eats my pussy.

We stayed like that for a good while, the four of us intertwined on a single surface that kept creaking without end. Me fucking her ass with long thrusts, Andrés kneeling in front sucking her pussy and clit, Elvira behind me, pressed against my back, her big tits flattened against my shoulders and one hand between my legs stroking my balls while I fucked her daughter. The heat of the bodies filled the room and the lamp cast swaying shadows on the walls.

When Natalia came, she did it in silence, her body tense for several long seconds and her face buried in Andrés’ hair. I felt her ass clenching around my cock in waves and had to grit my teeth not to come right there. Elvira grabbed my hip and stopped me.

—Not yet, son. Pull out.

She pulled me herself out of her daughter’s ass, took my cock into her mouth all of a sudden, and sucked it all the way, looking me in the eye, with absolute shamelessness. She sucked me for a few seconds, drawing a growl out of me, and then she yanked me flat onto the mattress and sat on top of me. She took my cock into her pussy and started riding me fast, with her daughter still panting beside us.

—Come inside —she ordered, staring me down—. Let her feel how you fill me up.

I didn’t last another minute. I grabbed her wide hips with both hands, drove her down onto me to the hilt, and came in long spurts inside her, feeling her mature pussy squeeze every last drop out of me. Elvira came in her own way a few seconds later: with a long sigh and her hips still, clenching her teeth around something she didn’t want to let go of, and a dull contraction that ran through her whole body.

Andrés came in Natalia’s mouth shortly after. She swallowed it all with the same efficiency she used for everything else, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled at him.

—Good boy.

***

Close to two in the morning Natalia fell asleep first, wrapped in a sheet with her arm over Andrés’ chest, semen still drying between her thighs. Elvira was awake, staring at the ceiling, with my cum slowly leaking from her pussy down to the inside of her thigh.

—Can I ask you something? —I said quietly.

—You already are.

—How old are you?

—The age I look. —Pause—. Sixty-three.

—You don’t look sixty-three.

—Don’t flatter me. I know exactly how I look.

It wasn’t humility or coquetry. It was precision. Elvira knew what she was and didn’t need anyone to confirm it in any way.

—How long have you been here?

—Me? Always. My husband died twelve years ago. The ranch was mine before that. —She turned her head and looked at me—. Why do you care?

—I don’t know. I care.

She was silent for a moment. Then she said:

—It’s a good life. Hard, but good. I wouldn’t change much.

Outside, the donkeys had gone still. The rain was just a whisper on the sheet-metal roof. Something creaked somewhere in the ranch: wood working at night, settling in the cold. Natalia moved in her sleep and muttered something unintelligible. Andrés was snoring softly.

Two weeks walking and I’d never imagined the night would end with two women like that, squeezed dry to the last drop.

I fell asleep before dawn, with my hand still resting on Elvira’s big ass.

***

We left after breakfast. Elvira served toast with goat cheese and mate without asking whether we wanted any. She didn’t talk much. Natalia did: she asked Andrés if he had Instagram, he said yes, and she shrugged with a smile.

—Doesn’t matter. There’s no signal here anyway.

When we went out, the sun was beating hard on the wet ravine and the air smelled of damp earth and pine burned by the storm. Elvira walked us as far as the wire fence. There she stopped.

—Good luck on the road —she said.

—Thanks for everything —I replied.

She nodded. She didn’t add anything else. She turned around and went back to the ranch without looking back, with that same calm solidity with which she had opened the door the night before.

Andrés and I walked in silence for the first kilometer. Then he said:

—Do we come back someday?

—I don’t know. —I looked back, but the ranch had already disappeared around a bend in the hill—. Maybe.

—Maybe —he repeated.

And we kept heading down toward the road, with our balls finally rested and the smell of Elvira’s cunt still clinging to our fingers.