The Weekend Alone with the Four Ranch Hands

I was nineteen the summer I discovered what my body could make others feel, and what others could make my body feel. I’m slim, dark-skinned, with curly hair that falls to the middle of my back, and ever since I was a girl I’d gotten used to men looking at me a second too long. For a long time, I didn’t know what that attention was for.

I lived alone with my mother. That year she started seeing a man and, almost without realizing it, stopped seeing me. She came home late, spoke softly on the phone, dressed up for him like she had never dressed up for anything in her life. I understood her, and at the same time it hurt. I felt like a piece of furniture in my own house.

The only thing that pulled me out of that sadness was the ranch. My father worked on a huge one, full of horses, bulls, and sheep, and on weekends I went there to help. I cleaned the stalls, brushed the horses, hauled buckets of water, and in the end they paid me a few pesos for it. It smelled of wet earth and hay, and there nobody made me feel invisible.

Several men worked at the ranch with my father, all older, in their forties and fifties. I was the only young girl who set foot in that place, and it showed. Sometimes one of them would hug me a little too long, tell me I was beautiful, give me a leather bracelet or a candy bought in town. A couple of times, hidden in the stall, one of them had stolen a quick kiss from me, and once, against a hay bale, Rubén’s hand had slipped under my blouse and squeezed one of my tits hard enough to tear a moan from me I hadn’t expected. It never went beyond that: my father protected me like a jewel, and everyone knew it.

I liked that attention. I liked it more than I was willing to admit.

That Friday my mother was eager to get me out of the house. She wanted the whole weekend to herself and her boyfriend, so as soon as lunch was over she hurried me into packing my bag. Since it was hot season, I stuffed in short skirts, shorts, light blouses, a couple of swimsuits. I liked to stay cool, to show skin without thinking too much about it.

They dropped me at the ranch gate and left in a hurry. Only when the car disappeared into the dust cloud did I realize I’d left my cell phone between the seats. There was barely any signal there anyway, so I didn’t worry about it. I knocked on the big wooden door.

—Who is it? —a voice answered through the intercom.

—It’s Dafne —I said—. Can you let my dad know I’m here?

There was a long silence. I thought they hadn’t heard me. Then I heard footsteps and the scrape of the bolt.

The one who opened was Genaro, the foreman. I knew him well; he was the one my father trusted most. But that afternoon he hugged me differently, tighter, slower, and filled my cheek with kisses. I felt his bulge against my hip, hard, insistent, and I laughed awkwardly and looked over his shoulder, searching for my dad.

—Your dad went up to the mountain ranch for the weekend, girl —Genaro said without letting go of me completely.

A chill ran down my spine. It was true: days earlier my father had told me not to come this weekend, that he wouldn’t be there. I had completely forgotten, and my mother, in her rush, hadn’t remembered either. I was without a phone, without a car, in the middle of nowhere.

—But stay with us —he went on, reading my face—. Not all of us are here. It’s just four of us this weekend.

***

He led me to the inner courtyard. The other three were there, sitting in the shade with beers in hand: Rubén, the biggest; Tomás, quiet with huge hands; and the one everyone called Lencho, the oldest and the jokiest. The four of them looked at me at once, and there was something in that shared look that gave me goose bumps.

—Stay, girl —Rubén said—. If you want, we won’t even tell your dad.

—We’re going to have a party —Lencho added—. We’ll start up the pool, put on music, bring out beers. What do you say?

I didn’t have many options. I said yes. When I went to put my things away, I discovered that my room was locked, just like my father’s. He had locked them before leaving. I stood there in the hallway with my suitcase hanging from my shoulder, feeling like something in the air had changed.

—If you want, you can sleep in my room —Genaro said behind me.

—No, better mine —Tomás jumped in.

—So we don’t fight —the foreman laughed—, you stay one night with each of us. Sounds good?

He said it half joking, half serious, and the others laughed in a way I didn’t quite like. But also, I won’t lie, something inside me lit up, a heat that dropped straight between my legs and soaked my panties.

I went into Genaro’s room to change. When I opened my suitcase, I understood my mistake: I hadn’t packed a single modest thing. Just tiny shorts, just tops. The most covered thing I found was a thong-style swimsuit with the top. I put it on, looked at myself in the smudged wall mirror, and let my hair down. My nipples stood out hard through the sweat-damp fabric, and the thong barely covered my pussy. Whatever happens, happens, I thought.

***

When I came out, the four of them fell silent. The kind of silence that weighs. Genaro put a cold beer in my hand and, as I drank, the others took turns coming closer: an arm around my waist, a kiss on the cheek, a word in my ear telling me I was the most beautiful woman they’d seen in years. Lencho took the chance to slide his hand down my back and squeeze one of my ass cheeks under the thong, and I didn’t pull away. The beer, the heat, the warm hands on my skin: it all mixed into a new feeling I didn’t want to stop.

The afternoon went by like that. We swam, drank, laughed at Lencho’s old jokes. In the water it was impossible to keep any distance; any excuse worked for a hand to brush my hip, slip between my thighs, or for a body to press against mine from behind so I could feel a hard cock rubbing against my ass. Little by little, between the alcohol and the low sun, I stopped counting the hands, and I no longer cared which one touched me where.

I didn’t know when I started kissing Genaro in the middle of the pool. His mouth found mine, kissed me slowly, tongue deep, and I let myself go. Under the water he slid a hand up to grab one of my tits through the top, and with the other he squeezed my pussy over the thong, two fingers rubbing right there until I was panting into his mouth. The other three had stayed still at the edge, watching in silence. They did nothing, but by the way they were breathing, and by the bulges visible in their wet shorts, I knew what they wanted.

—My turn —Rubén said suddenly, coming closer.

Genaro let me go as if lending out something that was his. Rubén wrapped his arms around me, I looped my legs around his waist under the water, and I immediately felt his hard cock pushing between my legs over the fabric. Instead of frightening me, the situation excited me even more. I kissed him deeply, feeling his beard scrape my chin, and bit his lip until he growled.

I felt fingers on my back and, before I knew it, the top of the swimsuit flew off into the pool. I covered my breasts with my hands, laughing, half dizzy.

—Come on, don’t be shy —Lencho said—. Let us see those tits.

I slowly moved my hands away, feeling powerful, feeling desired like never before. The four of them made the same hungry gesture. And I, far from being ashamed, shifted just enough for the water to play over my hard tits and make my nipples harden even more. I kept kissing them, moving from one mouth to another, while under the water I felt their hard cocks brushing my thighs, my belly, my ass. Tomás grabbed me from behind, licked my neck, and slipped a hand into my thong, finding me soaking wet. He pushed two thick fingers inside and moved them slowly, and I spread my legs against him, riding them without shame. When I moaned, the four of them laughed softly, as if they already knew they had me.

—She’s soaked, the bastards —Tomás said, showing them the fingers he’d pulled from my pussy.

There came a point when I stopped caring about anything. I was so turned on I knew exactly how that night was going to end, and I wanted it. I wanted their cocks, all of them.

***

Late that night, Genaro took me by the hand.

—Come on, girl —he said, and to the others—: I’ll bring her back in a bit.

The laughter of the three of them followed me down the hallway. He led me to his room, closed the door, and shoved me against it to kiss me like we’d been holding back for years. He yanked off my thong, the only thing I had left on, and took me in with his mouth from head to toe: my neck, my tits, biting my nipples until he made me arch, my stomach, lower. He knelt in front of me, parted my legs with his shoulders, and put his tongue to my pussy, licking my clit until my knees went weak. He slid his tongue between my lips, moved it up and down, buried it deep inside, and I grabbed his black hair with both hands, grinding his face against my pussy without a shred of modesty.

—Suck me, suck me like that —I begged him, and he sucked harder, loud and wet.

I came in his mouth trembling, biting my arm so I wouldn’t scream. I was still breathing through it when he stood up, pulled down his pants, and showed me his cock: thick, dark, curved upward, the tip shining. Without saying a word, I knelt and took it into my mouth. I sucked it slowly, tasting it, letting my mouth fill with saliva and drooling over his balls. I took the head between tight lips, then swallowed him to the hilt and felt him hit the back of my throat. Genaro grabbed the back of my neck and started moving my head to his rhythm, fucking my mouth without mercy.

—That’s it, little girl, that’s how you suck a cock —he gasped.

When he couldn’t hold back anymore, he put me on the bed on my knees, face against the pillow and ass held high. I felt him settle behind me, felt him drag the tip of his cock over the lips of my soaked pussy, up and down, until he pushed and entered in one firm thrust that tore a long moan from me. I’d never been with such an older man, and the sensation surprised me: firm, patient, unhurried, but with a cock bigger and harder than the boys my age. He held my hips and started driving into me to the hilt, each thrust making me cry out muffled into the pillow. I felt his balls hitting my clit with every push, and his belly slapping against my ass with a wet sound that filled the room.

—You’re so tight, bitch —he growled—, such a delicious little cunt.

He fucked me faster, grabbing my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite my shoulder. He made me change positions, laid me on my side, lifted one leg over his shoulder, and drove back into me that way, going even deeper. I came a second time clenching around his cock inside me, trembling all over. When he finished, he pulled out at the very last moment and came all over my lower back and ass, a long thick stream that slid to the crack of my cheeks. He stayed there a moment, breathing hard, smearing his cum with the tip of his cock across my skin.

—Wait here, I won’t be long —he said, and barely wiped me with a towel before leaving.

I didn’t understand why I had to wait. I was looking for my swimsuit on the floor, still with trembling legs and my pussy throbbing, when the door opened again. It was Tomás, the quiet one, already unbuckling his belt, stripping off his clothes in a hurry as if he had a reserved shift. And then I understood the plan.

One night with each of us, Genaro had said. But the night was only just beginning.

Tomás came over without saying a word. He already had his cock out, thick and veined, and was holding it in one of those huge farm hands. He laid me on my back on the bed, spread my legs with his knees, and climbed on top of me. He kissed my neck, sucked my tits one by one, nibbling my nipples until they turned red, and worked his way down my belly to lick where Genaro had just been. He put his tongue into the cunt still full of saliva and sweat and groaned as if he were eating something delicious. With his fingers he opened my lips and sucked my clit until I was pushing his face away with my hips.

I had never had two men in the same night, and yet when he climbed back up and pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, I spread my legs without hesitation and even took hold of his cock to guide it inside. He entered slowly, forcing his way in because he was even thicker than Genaro, and I arched my back and dug my nails into his back. When he finally pushed all the way in, I ran out of breath for a second.

—God, you’re huge —I whispered in his ear.

With him it was different, rougher, needier. He started fucking me hard from the first minute, driving me into the mattress, making the bed creak. He grabbed both my tits and squeezed them while he thrust, biting his lip, silent even while he fucked. He turned me over, put me on all fours, and took me from behind with both hands gripping my ass, pulling it apart to watch his cock come in and out of my pussy. He gave me one hard slap on the ass, then another, and another, until my skin was burning.

—Move that ass for me, move it —he ordered, his voice rough.

I moved it for him, throwing myself onto him, impaling myself on his cock. He made me come again, and a few seconds later he pulled out and finished everything on my stomach, thick streams of hot cum splashing my navel and tits. He stayed there breathing over me, silent to the end, and left after kissing my forehead and wiping his cock on my thong.

I lay back on the bed, still breathless, pussy burning and my body sticky from two different loads, waiting. Two more to go. And the idea, instead of tiring me, kept me awake, my legs still open.

The third to come in was Lencho. When he saw me there, naked, marked by the others, with semen still shining on my skin, he let out a low laugh and crossed himself jokingly.

—Jesus, this little girl’s going to kill us all —he said, and started undressing.

He was the oldest but also the most playful. He lay down beside me, made me suck his cock while he pushed three fingers into my soaked pussy. I sucked him slowly, looking at him, letting the saliva run down my chin. He pinched my nipples and murmured things in my ear that made me laugh and get even hotter at the same time.

—Look at that, the foreman’s daughter turned out to be quite the little whore —he whispered—. Four cocks and you’re still asking for more, little one.

—More —I told him, mouth full—, I want more.

He put me on my knees again at the edge of the bed and took me hard from behind. His cock was thinner but very long, and it hit a spot inside me the others hadn’t reached. He made me scream. He grabbed my waist, my hanging tits, my hair, and drove into me without stopping, talking dirty the whole time.

—Tighten that cunt, tighten it for me, little one, like that, like that.

It reminded me of those first stolen kisses in the stall years ago, when I was still a stupid child thinking it was just mischief, and now I was riding his cock like a bitch in heat. When he finished, he came on my ass and back, and gave my cheek a soft slap, like sealing the deal.

—You’re ready for Rubén now, little one —he laughed—. He’s the one who’s really going to split you open.

The last one was Rubén. By then I was exhausted, my whole body wet and burning, but when he came in and took out his cock, I understood what Lencho had meant: it was huge, the thickest of the four, with a red, swollen head. He looked down at me with a slow smile.

—Hard all afternoon for you, little one —he told me—. Now then, get on your knees.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and he stood in front of me. I took his cock with both hands, barely able to wrap around it, and started sucking him slowly, looking up at him from below. I sucked the broad head, licked his heavy balls, took him to the hilt until I was choking and drooling all over. Rubén grabbed my cheeks, squeezed them, and kept pushing his cock into my mouth until tears came to my eyes. I sucked him until he couldn’t take it anymore, and then he took me the way he’d wanted all afternoon: he lifted me off the floor as if I weighed nothing, threw me onto the bed on my back with my legs open, and drove in with one long thrust that made me scream.

—Take it, little one, take it —he told me, and started moving.

He fucked me brutally, putting my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half until I felt his cock reach the depths of my belly. He turned me over, mounted me from behind, laid me on my side, sat me on top of him and made me bounce on his cock with my tits rebounding against my face. I wasn’t even moaning anymore, I was screaming outright, and he laughed and squeezed my ass with those huge hands. He made me come one more time, and when he finally finished, he pulled out and told me to open my mouth. I knelt again and he aimed at my face. He came in spurts, smearing my lips, tongue, cheeks, tits, and I swallowed what I could and licked the rest while he watched, satisfied.

—Good girl —he murmured.

I ended that first night spent, wrecked on the sheets, with my cunt open and tingling, my ass red from slaps, my skin smeared with four different loads. I fell asleep before I could think of anything. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the body’s exhaustion. I just went out.

***

I woke the next day with the sun beating through the window. No one was in the room and, worse, my clothes were nowhere to be found. I went out wrapped in a sheet, annoyed, and found them having breakfast at the long dining table.

—Come on, girl, breakfast —Genaro said as if nothing had happened.

—And my clothes? —I asked.

—They got wet yesterday, we put them out to dry —Rubén answered, pointing to the clotheslines in the yard.

I looked outside: there they were, hanging in the sun. I didn’t quite believe them, but I didn’t press it either. The sheet slipped before I sat down, almost on purpose, and I sat there naked to eat breakfast after giving each of them a quick kiss on the mouth, like five old friends sharing bread. Lencho took the chance to slip a hand between my thighs under the table and play with two fingers in my pussy for a while, while I bit into the bread and pretended nothing was happening. It was sticky-hot, so afterward I took a long shower, washed myself well, and felt marked all over, with the smell of them still clinging to my skin.

I came out with my towel and the men were already at work. I asked Lencho what I’d be doing that day.

—Nothing, girl —he said, winking—. You just relax and spread your little legs when it’s time. Now you’re our spoiled one.

And that’s how the whole weekend went. One would take my hand and lead me to his room, then another, then another. Sometimes they took me to the stable, laid me on the hay bales, and fucked me right there, the smell of wet earth mixing with sweat. Saturday and Sunday passed between sheets, cold beers, loads, and food they cooked themselves for me. I learned how to suck four different cocks and tell them apart with my eyes closed. I learned to take two men at once: one night Rubén fucked me from behind while Genaro made me suck his, and I felt like I was going to split in two, but I came like never before. They treated me like a queen and at the same time like something that belonged to them, something passed from hand to hand, and I have to confess that I loved that mix. I didn’t have to clean stalls or haul buckets: I just had to let myself be loved, let myself be opened, let myself be filled by four men who seemed never to get tired.

By Sunday afternoon I was spent, my pussy swollen and sensitive from so much cock, my ass sore, but more satisfied than I had ever been in my life. It was time to say goodbye. I put on clothes for the first time in three days and felt almost strange covered in fabric, pressing against skin still marked. I kissed each of them, slowly, gratefully, letting Genaro slip his tongue into my mouth one last time, letting Rubén squeeze my ass over my shorts.

Genaro came up last. He put a wad of bills in my hand: eight thousand pesos.

—You earned it, girl —he said.

I had never had that much money together in my life. And before I could react, he handed me a box: a new phone, much better than the one I’d lost. My eyes lit up.

—If you want —he added—, I can send your dad up to the mountain ranch more often, on weekends, and you can come with us. We could use a little woman like you around here.

—Yes —I told him without hesitation—. That’s fine.

Outside, my mother and her boyfriend were already waiting. I got into the car, still feeling the warm slick between my legs, watched through the window as the wooden gate grew smaller in the distance, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I was thinking about the money, the phone, everything I’d buy myself. But above all, I was thinking about the next weekend, about those four cocks and what the ranch had taught me I was capable of wanting.