Time Never Waits Pt. 03

I walked to the barn and sat on an old metal folding chair. He grabbed an identical one and sat across from me. He pulled a can of Copenhagen from his back pocket and tucked a sizeable dip in his lip. He offered it to me. I took it. I always kept some in my pocket back in, well, where I used to be. I never could abide smoking. I took a dip equal to his and tucked in in. Closing the can and handing it back. I leaned back in the chair, savoring the flavor.

I leaned forward and began laying my plans out.

"How many acres of viable grass we have?"

"Right now, maybe 1500, give or take a little."

"How many can be be put back in rotation?"

"Oh, maybe 5 or 6,000, with a little work."

"Ok, lets get it done. I want maybe 3,000 head atleast to start with. I'm going to start buying pasture to increase that number. I'm building a feedlot and a packing plant. I need you to put the word out. I'm buying acerage, entire ranches if need be. I want cattle with proven genetics. Get ready, Luis, we're going in the beef business, and you're in charge of field operations across the board. Think you can handle that job."

He stood up holding out his hand, I took it, " Señor, I have it covered. You can depend on me. As long as Consuela stays happy." He gave me a little smile that said, I know, but I'm ok with it as long as it doesn't fuck up my home."

He walked back to the pens whistling. I wondered how he knew. I'll have to have that chat with him soon. I can't let my sexual proclivity fuck up a good thing, and I didn't want to fuck with his brain. Fuck it, time to face the music. I don't like unknown quantities.

I hollered at him. He stopped and I caught up with him.

"Ok, what do you know?"

He studied me a moment. "Jefe, I know many things. What I don't know I can guess. Consuela is a woman of passion. She requires much attention. I am older now. I know she loves me. Would never hurt me. Yet, my manhood. Oh, it was once very proud. Now? Maybe not so much. I think maybe he's like a slacker that always hides from the work. Señor, I see how she looks at you. I think, Luis, you should be jealous! Then I think, why? I have a good life. She comes home and cares for me, but it is only seldom that I can care for her. She and I share a bond. So, I think maybe the young bull can keep her happy. Which, in turn, makes me happy. So I can do what my passion dictates, working this ranch. So, you see, señor Travis.You do me a great service. I only ask that you not mistreat her nor take her from me."

He held out his hand. "Deal?"

I took it, "Yes sir, you have a deal!"

"Muy Bien."

I considered this a produtive day.

Getting back to the house, I went to my study. I opened the gun room and went in. Taking the notebook out of the drawer with me. The number were safe combinations. I tried them out. Figuring out the order. The first one was filled with more guns. Expensive English and Italian double rifles and shotguns. The next one, more double shotguns. Mostly vintage Remington and Winchester. The third had some that really caught my eye. There were several original Sharps, some Springfield 1861 U.S. Issue. A few other antique muzzle loaders. The fourth took my breath away. It had shelves top to bottom. On those shelves was gold. Coins, bullion, a bunch of raw nuggets from dime size up to the size of golf balls. There were papers in it, as well. I knew they had to be important to justify the space in here. I decided to leave them until tomorrow. I looked at the gold closer. Rolls of 1800's $20 Double Eagles,. Damn, I thought, judging about somewhere in the neighborhood of a million bucks in value.

I picked up a vintage Remington Model 700 in 7mm Remington Magnum off the rack it was topped with an equally vintage Leupold scope. I checked the ammo shelf and found several boxes of ammo.. I was going to my range. I saw one out before you get to the barn. First, I need food.

I went to the kitchen. The two younger women were working.

"I would like something to eat, please."

"Consuela said if you show up, she was to be called immediately. She w..."

"I said I want something to eat."

They both just looked at me. Then one started to walk out.

"You are both fired. I want you out of my house and off the place immediately. I'll fix my own food."

"But senor, Consuela says she will prepare your food herself."

That did it. "Either fix me something to eat, or you no longer work here."

Thry both ran out crying. I wasn't putting up with this shit. I went in and looked in the fridge. I found some lunch meat and cheese. Good enough. I took it, got some bread. Slapped together a couple of sandwiches. Went to the courtyard. Grabbed a bottle of Coke from the cooler. Sat down and started to eat.

I heard footsteps behind me. I cringed. Wondering what the fuck was next.

Consuela came up to the table. "Can I talk to you, please?"

I sighed. I pointed to the chair. Put my sandwich down. Washed down what I had with Coke.

She sat down. Tears running down her cheeks. "They said you fired them. Why?"

I looked at her. Not in the mood for this.

"Now I have to explain my decisions to you?"

"Please, just talk to me. I'm begging you. Please. It's not like that and you know it."

" I gave them specific instructions. To come get me the second they saw you."

"So, that gives them the idea that they can be insubordinate to me? Look, I am too busy to play games. I have too much on my mind to fuck around with this bullshit."

"They are afraid of me, I warned them I wanted to prepare your meal myself. I have failed you in every way, and I want to make it up to you. Is that too much to ask? I want to be relevant to you. As do they. Believe me, they want your approval as much as I do."

I looked over to the pair and motioned them over. Understanding now what was going on here. They hurried over, standing next to Consuela.

"Well?" I asked all three of them.

They looked questioningly at me.

"Do you want to work here or not?"

"Of course we do." Consuela said.

"Well the last order I gave was for food, yet here you are, sitting around the pool instead of working."

"So, we're not fired?"

I just looked at her, and the expression in my eyes was not pleasant.

They took off.

Consuela grabbed the sandwiches and headed off to the kitchen. I downed the Coke and called after her, "May I have some tea please?"

Without looking back, she nodded her head and kept walking.

A bit later one of the younger women came out with my tea.

"Do me a favor, please."

"Certainly"

"Go get the other young lady and y'all come out here."

She took off. A minute later, they were back. I gestured at the chairs. "Please sit."

"Ok, first off. My apologies for earlier. I was wrong, and for that, I'm sorry."

"Senor, we work for you, when you do something you don't have to apologize for it."

"Ok, uh, what is your name? Mary or Sara?"

"I'm Sara."

"Ok, when I'm wrong I admit my actions and apologize for them. Any man worth a damn will."

"Like I said. You both have my sincerest apology. That's all I needed. Thank you for your understanding. You both do good work here. But I need you to understand, I've always done for myself. I'm not accustomed to having three beautiful women waiting on me."

That made them blush. "Is there anything else we can do for you?"

"Sure."

"Yes?"

"Go back to work."

Consuela passed them coming out. She was carrying a platter loaded down with food. She sat it in the table in front of me. Then sat down. It was what we called Street Tacos in the 21st century. But these were delcious. I mean downright heart breaking. Savory, spicy, the flavors balanced. The textures perfect. Not to greasy. The meat not overcooked. The pico de gallo fresh and finely chopped. The salsa spicy hot and freshly prepared. The meat topped with queso fresco crumbles. Strips of fire roasted jalapeno and finely chopped cilantro.

"Oh baby, these are delicious!"

I ate in silence, savoring every last bite.

I looked up at her. "You seen my mother and them?"

She nodded. "Your mother, grandmother and Ruth went shopping. Angela and Marci left together, but they didn't say where they were going."

She glanced at me, "I want to talk to you about what we did this morning."

"Ok, lay it on me."

"That was...Amazing... I never knew anything like that was even possible. You made me feel things I've never felt before. I mean it, I came so hard and so long I was lost in you. I want to make you feel like that. To return what you gave me."

"Ok."

"OK? That's all? Just OK?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to tell me how to do that."

"Consuela, when I serviced you this morning, did I ask you what I should do? How to do it?"

"No."

"What did I do?"

"I don't know, you just started and made it happen."

"Exactly. I took the initiative to explore your body to find out what turns you on. What pleases you. I invested my time and effort learning how. Now you tell me you want to do the same for me, except you don't want to put in the work. You want me to do that for you, too. No, if you want to please me, you're going to have to figure it out. I didn't take you to raise."

"But I..."

"I don't want to hear it. The ball's In your court. Now, I've got work to do. Come find me when you want to get serious about this. Thanks for the food, it was delicious. I do mean delicious."

I got up and stretched in the noon sun. It was hot. Really hot, pegging out at over 100 degrees, but the courtyard was designed to stay cool. I looked at the pool. Hmm... Inventory the house or mix a piña colada, turn on some tropical island tunes, strip naked, and get in the pool? Guess what won the toss?

I turned to Consuela who was sitting there sullen, tear streaked mascara running down her age lined cheeks.

"Hey, you know how to make a piña colada, or a margarita?"

She sniffed, "No, but the girls do. I hear them talking about them all the time."

"Well, get them out here. Put on some island tunes. Get some bikini's on, or skip the clothes altogether. Y'all are on pool duty the rest of the day. Fire up that Gaucho grill outfit. It's party time."

She stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "Ok, um, well, why not?"

She took off. I went in the house. Looking around for a phone. I found Consuela, "Where's a phone?"

"Out on the courtyard by the bar. I put one out there for you with a cord long enough to reach to your table. Go sit down, I'll bring it to you."

About 30 minutes later, all three women were outside with bikini's on. I looked at Consuela. Hers was a tight fit. Her mommy fat was on full display, spilling slightly over the confines of the swim suit made circa 1969. Her full, heavy breasts swayed against the sheer fabric, her prominent nipples straining to escape. Pussy hair peeked out from the sides of her barely covered pubic mound.

"Goddamn, she looks delicious." I said to myself.

She was working on the grill. Her mostly bared ass cheeks jiggling with every movement.

Sara brought me a piña colada. Mary close behind with the phone. They stood back, waiting further orders. Their young, tight bodies glistening with the sheen of sweat.

"You ladies know how to make faitas? Guacamole? All that?"

"Si." They replied in unison.

"Good. Get some skirt steak seasoned up. We have avacados?"

"Si."

Mary took off, Sara stayed.

Well, this day is turning out alright afterall. I stood up, shed my clothes, picked up the phone and called Dave at home. Dottie answered.

"Get Dave."

A moment later, "This is Dave."

"Travis. Get off here, make some calls, especially that skinny gal that's on the Board. Y'all come out to the ranch. I'm having a party."

"Fuck yeah. We'll be there afterwhile, wild man."

I hung up. Drained my drink. Sara grabbed it and took off. I walked over to Consuela. She had the fire going. Poking at it with a wrought iron rod. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding her top up, freeing her tits. My lips caressing her ear as my hot breath flowed over her skin. My pulsating hard naked cock throbbed against her ass.

"You look fucking hot as hell, Consuela. Come get in the pool."

She hung the rod back up, put her tits back in the bikini top. She went and got my glass, went to the bar. She put on a casette with recorded music on in it. The air filled with sounds of the Caribbean. Steel drums sounding magically into hot afternoon air. Sara refilled my drink, then poured one for Consuela.

I jumped in the pool. The water cool, soothing. She sat the drinks on the edge and stepped in, picking up the drinks coming to me, handing me mine. I took a long drink, the set it down. I turned to her, taking her in my arms, holding her close. Her body warm and soft in the coolness of the water.

"Consuela, I've been a total ass hole. I'm under a lot of stress to get shit moving forward, and I took it out on you. I had no right to do that. You work hard to keep everything going. We only met a few days ago and already you are indispensable to me. I can't envision you not being here. I'm going to take care of you. Can you forgive my behavior?

"Oh, of course I can. You haven't been all that bad."

"Consuela, honey, yes I have. I made your eyes wet. A man shouldn't do that. He makes his woman's pussy, wet, never her eyes."

"Sometimes it does a woman good to cry. The tears cleanse the soul. At least, that is what I always heard."

"I talked to Luis about us. I didn't bring it up, though. He did when I was talking to him about his part in my future plans."

" Si, I know, he did the same to me. It almost broke my heart at first, but he only asks that nothing changes between he and I. We have shared so many years together here on this place. This is the only home he's ever known. The only life. He was just a young vaquero starting out when we married. The man who owned the place then, Señor Vincent, he allowed us to live in the home we live in now. Except we added onto it as our family grew. Oh, Luis was so proud then. I was 18. My parents were poor, too many mouths to feed. I had an opportunity for a future, so I took it. I grew to respect him over time. I know he loves me, and I guess I love him, too, in some ways. Yet, there was always something lacking between us in my mind. Of course I hid it well. How do you tell the man you shared a bed with, had children with, that you didn't feel for him the same as he did for you? His passion has always been this ranch. It came first, above us all. Yet, he provided a poor peasant Mexican girl with a steady home, food for our belly, clothing for our back."

She pulled away and went to get her drink. She drank it in one long swallow, held the glass up for Sara to refill. She hurried over and got it. She came back to me, her heavy breasts bobbing in the water as she moved.

"Then Señor Vincent passes. Leaving the Señora to run the place. She tells Luis to keep it going, then she hid herself away in the house. Her children had abandoned her. Not caring about the place at all. Sometimes, I could hear her cries of anguish late at night. I tried to talk to her. To help her. But, she would admonish me, telling me to mind my own business and just do my job."

Sara brought her fresh drink over, she went over ahd retrieved it, taking a long pull as she returned to me.

"So, for the first time, I began to wonder about my future here. Then one morning, we found her on the floor. She had passed. Her children were notified. They came immediately. Not caring about her. They had her cremated, but never claimed her remains, only interested in being rid of this place. They fought haggled. Refusing to even allow us in the house to work. It was then that I knew the true meaning of fear. My ability to provide for Mateo as he finishes school an unknow quantity. We all lived in fear.

"Then word came in. They had signed a deal. Oh, it was really bad then. The children, they take the money and leave, not looking back. The lady who handles the sale, she leaves this gringo here to watch the place.

She drained her glass again, the shock of the cold drink causing her to shiver.

"Then you came. Of course there is much speculation! I see you. A young boy perhaps the age of Mateo. I think to myself, this is the new owner? How can this be? Then you take my hand in greeting. Something about your touch awakening a feeling inside me. Here you are, an 18 year old kid, a mere child, yet your eyes tell a different story. I feel the desire to have you inside me. To have you take me. I feel shame. What am I thinking. What made me think this mere boy would find an old woman like me desirable? I'm 20, maybe 30 pounds overweight. My belly stretched from birthing three children. My breasts sagging like old milk bags."

"Then I see you looking at me. Not in a way of rejection. But, I see the lust in your eyes. At first, I was afraid. Then you take me to the bedroom. I see you, this insolent boy, going to just have his way with me! A married woman! A mother! Yet, I could not reject you. So, I spread my legs for you like I am your wife and let you breed me, like I am your wife. I feel you enter me. Taking me. Your hardness filling me like never before. You turn me into a wanton slut for you. Making me want you more and more. I feel your manhood swell inside my old pussy. I knew it was too late then. You were going to spill your sperm inside me. Filling my pussy. The pussy that belonged to Luis.The moment I felt your semen flood me, my body now belonged to you. So, here I am, in this ridiculous bathing suit I find in the daughter's room. In the pool with you. My old pussy wet and tingling. Begging for you to take me again.To bend me over and fuck me in any way you desire."

"So, yes, I am Luis' wife, but I am your woman. One among many, I know, but yours to use in any way you please."

My cock had rose again. The blood filling it impossibly full. I was hard as a steel rod. I took her by the hand and led her out of the pool. She picked up our glasses. I needed to be inside her. Now. I watched her carry our glasses to the bar. Her ass swaying and jiggling as she walked. Her tits swaying and shaking randomly with each step.

I went to her. She turned around, looking up at me. She looked down at my cock. Angry and swollen. Pulsing with each powerful beat of my heart. I look over at Sara. She is looking at me in raw wonder. Her eyes moving down my muscled body to my lust enraged cock, a strange light in her dark eyes.

Consuela strips off her bikini, giving me full access to her body. Then she turns and bends over the bar. Thrusting her ass out and up, offering herself to me. Her tits swaying beneath her, driving me into an even deeper wanton frenzy.

I step up, positioning behind her. Her pussy flowing wetly down her legs now. I look at Sara, then down to my feral cock. She steps forward, as if in a trance, reaches out and wraps her small hand around it, causing it to jerk, precum flowing from my piss hole, stringing down in a long sticky string almost touching the ground.

A small whimper escapes her mouth as she drops to her knees and licks the dripping sweetness into her mouth. Desire for more causing her tongue to lash out over the swollen head. Putting her lips to the tip and sucking more of the fluid from my balls.

She then pushes it to Consuela's dripping cunt. Positioning it at the entrance to her mature, quivering birth canal. I shove forward, pushing my impossibly swollen cock into her. Lust overtaking me, I begin a punishing, ball slamming fuck into her. Relentlessly I pound into her. I hear her scream in ecstasy as her body is wracked with the throes of a soul shattering orgasm.

My cock swells and begins to jerk wildly as my steaming cum jets out into her tortured cunt. Filling her womb to overflowing with my seed. I hold inside her depths as I let my balls empty into her.