The Story of Ann Chapter 6 Love on the Ranch as Devils Ride to Town

The Story of Ann Chapter 6 Love on the Ranch as Devils Ride to Town

I drove home leaving Jack’s thinking about him. The man had confessed what he had done to me some 4 years ago when Janet and I attended an end of school year party. I had found myself becoming more fascinated with him as he told me his side of the story of that night.

I will admit I was attracted to Jack the first time I ever saw him with grandma while at the store that day. I think it was the uniform that he wore that day and the fact that Michelle seemed to like him as well. However, something troubled me about him when I stared into his eyes that day. I now knew what it was. I was confused about him and my feelings toward him as I drove back to the ranch.

I started to realize that I was in a love hate relationship with him. On one hand, I hated him for joining the others that night of the gang bang. However, I also now remembered that I wanted him just as much that night as last night.

Jack was different from most men I knew. But then again most men had not taken me during a gang rape either. I pulled Jack’s truck onto our ranch road and up to the house still not sure of whether I hated him or was falling in love with him. Frank was coming out of the house as I started to get out of the truck.

He walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he said, “I was not sure you would make it back home to help this morning.”

“I am here in body maybe not in mind,” I replied. We walked toward the barn, as I asked, “Aren’t you going to ask me about Jack?”

“Ann, that is between Jack and you,” “While it was not right what he did to you, I believe he is genuinely sorry about it and only wants a chance at correcting a wrong,” Frank said to me.

I looked at Frank as I replied, “We all make mistakes don’t we dad.”

“That we do Ann, that we do,” he said walking me to the barn.

Frank and I saw to the horses. We groomed and feed them and as the morning sun was coming up, we walked from the barn. I saw the tow truck parked up by the house. We both walked into the house through the back door. Grandma was over the stove cooking breakfast. I looked around the kitchen then into the living room looking for Jack. I asked grandma where Jack was.

“He went up to see Michelle,” grandma replied.

I walked up the steps and to Michelle’s room. I was quiet as I made my way to her room. I stood outside of her door looking into her room. Jack stood bent over her as she slept. Jack was stroking her blonde hair as he stood there looking down at her.

“My dear Michelle you are the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future for us all,” Jack said then gave her a kiss upon her forehead.

I stood there watching him looking down upon her as a loving caring father would and should. Jack stood up and he saw me standing at the door. He walked over to me and took me out into the hallway.

“Sorry Ann, I just wanted to see her,” Jack said to me.

I smiled at him as I replied, “That is OK Jack I think she needs her father’s love as much as I do,” as I pulled him down to my level.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as my lips went to his. He wrapped me in his arms as he kissed me deeply and with passion. I felt my pussy start to tingle then start to drip. I broke our kiss as I fanned myself with my hand.

“Jack lets have breakfast first,” I said smiling at him.

Jack walked me down stairs and into the kitchen. We joined Frank at the table as grandma started to serve up breakfast. She smiled at both Jack and I as she did. We finished breakfast and Jack stood up from the table. He went to grandma and he bent over kissing her on the cheek.

“Wonderful breakfast grandma just like I remember,” Jack said to her. Then he turned to Frank and me as he added, “Time to give the horses their workouts.”

“Jack you do not have to help as you has to work tonight,” I replied to him as we started out the back door.

“I hired him on a few days ago, Ann,” Frank said to me. “That is if it is OK with you?” Frank then asked me.

“I guess it is,” I replied not for sure of that answer.

The three of us split the workouts of the horses. In a few hours, they were finished except for one new horse Frank had just received. It was a wild reddish colored mustang mare. Frank and I have been trying for about a week to get near her in the holding pen attached to her stall. Most of the time she would run back inside or she would stand her ground rearing up on her hind legs. We both decided to give her some time to adjust, as she was a wild one.

Frank walked us over to the holding pen as he said, “That the wild girl I was telling you about Jack,” pointing to the mustang in her pen.

The red mare mustang galloped wildly around her pen stopping to rear up at us as she did. The mustang stood at about 16 hands, which is about 5’ 4” where her neck meets her body. The mare raced around the pen as Jack walked up to the pen. As Jack got to the pen, she stopped and looked at him then started to run again. Jack climbed over the fence and into the pen with the horse.

“See her ear keeps flipping back?” “That means the horse is watching him,” I said to Frank as we looked on as Jack got inside the pen.

“JACK, get out of there,” “That horse will hurt you,” I yelled as I went toward the pen.

“Let him go Ann he knows what he is doing,” Frank replied grabbing my arm.

Jack walked slowly toward the mare as she raced around in circles around him. The mare stopped and bucked at the fence then looked at Jack. She sidestepped around the pen looking away from Jack. He moved toward one side, facing the horse, and she turned and ran away from him. He moved back to the center and let her go for a little while, then took a few steps sideways to turn her around again.

She stopped, facing the fence, and Jack stomped at the ground with his foot. She took off running again and Jack stepped toward her making her run the other way. I had never seen anyone use this type of training on a horse especially a wild mustang, which can be an very dangerous animal if not handled right. This style of training depends on pressure and release.

Pressure – stepping into the horse’s comfort zone to make her move a certain direction – followed by release – backing off, when the horse was doing what he asked. Before long, Jack had her attention and when he held up his hand, she stopped and faced him.

Jack lowered his hand holding it out in front of him. The horse cautiously walked toward his out stretched hand. She sniffed at it then went to running in circles around him again. Jack stepped into her path and I pictured the horse rearing up and kicking him in his head. However, that damn horse stopped gave her head a shake as she lowered it toward Jack.

Jack reached out with his hand and rubbed at the mare’s neck telling her what a good girl she was. Jack reached up as he grabbed her mane and jumped up onto her back. The horse reared up and started to buck wildly as Jack dug his heels into her underside. The horse raced around the pen bucking trying to throw Jack from her back.

“JACK,” I screamed as I went running toward the pen.

I reached the pen just as the horse finally threw him from her back. Jack went flying and landed face down into the dirt. He lies there with his face buried in the ground and his arms around his head. He did not move and I thought he was out cold or something. I started to climb the fence when Frank stopped me.

“Frank, he might be hurt and that horse is going to come back for him,” I cried out as he grabbed me again by the arm.

“Jack knows that and he is counting on it,” Frank replied.

I watched as the mare raced around Jack, as he lies motionless on the ground. The mare suddenly stopped as she stared down at Jack on the ground. She walked slowly over to him and lowered her head. That mare poked at Jack’s arm two or three times with her nose. Jack reached out with his hand and scratched at her nose as he slowly stood up next to her. Jack pulled her head down to his mouth and he whispered something into the horse’s ear. The horse seemed to rub her head against his as if she understood him.

“Good girl and such a lovely girl you are,” Jack said as he reached into his pocket giving her a hand full of sugar cubes.

Jack started too walked toward her stall as the mare stood there looking at him. Jack smiled at her telling her that was enough for today. Jack walked into stall with that mare following him into the stall. Frank and I stood there in disbelieve watching her as she did. Jack came out of the barn as Frank and I went up to him.

“Damn boy you still have the touch,” Frank said looking to him.

“She is just wild and alone as I once was,” Jack replied to him as he felt above his eye.

I looked to see Jack had a gash over his eye with blood flowing from it and I said, “Jack that horse could have killed you.”

Jack took a hanky pressing it to his forehead stopping the bleeding as he replied, “My time is not here yet as I have one more thing to do here on this earth.”

“What did you say to that horse?” I asked him.

“Please don’t make me look bad in front of the girl I love,” Jack replied.

“What am I going to do with you Jack?” I asked him.

“Well, hopefully more of what you did last night,” Jack replied with a big smile.

“And with that I believe it is lunch time,” Frank said shaking his head.

That wild mustang came to be Jack’s horse and no other could come near her. That was until Michelle became old enough to care and ride her as that horse took to her just as it had Jack. However, that is another story. I led Jack into the house through the back door. Grandma looked at him as we walked through the kitchen.

“Jack, your bleeding have Ann tend to that for you,” she said before going back to work in the kitchen.

I walked Jack into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat. I tended to the cut above his eye. I cleaned the dirt from it as I told him this might hurt a little. I cleaned it without a word coming from him then told him it probably could use a stitch or two.

“Place a Band-Aid on it and give it a kiss,” Jack said smiling at me.

I did as he asked and as I kissed his cut, he pulled me onto his lap. He pulled my face down to his. His hands pulled my face pressing my lips tightly against his as we began to kiss. Once again, I heard bells in my ears and fireworks exploding in my mind. I also felt something hard poking me on my butt.

My arms wrapped around his neck as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. Jack stood up from the toilet with me in his arms. He lowered me onto the sink counter top before breaking our kiss. His hands went to the zipper of my coveralls.

He unzipped it then slipped it down past my shoulders. Jack kissed at my neck as his hands went to my back. He skillfully unhooked my bra removing it in one smooth motion. His mouth enclosed my tit as he suckled on it gently. My nipple grew hard as he did. Jack sucked at one then the other before he tugged at my coveralls pulling them completely off me.

Jack turned his head sideways as he kissed and licked his way down from my tits. I leaned back on the counter top giving him more room. His tongue followed my hairline from my belly button down to the waistband of my panties. Jack kissed and licked at my panties then looked up at me.

“I see you wet your panties,” Jack said as he slipped them off me.

To be truthful my pussy started to drip when he was walking me from the barn up to the house. After I had watched him handle that wild mustang, I wanted him. Jack buried his face between my legs as I opened them as wide as I could. He kissed at my pussy lips then ran his tongue between them.

My pussy lips opened like a butterfly opening her wings to fly away. His tongue licked wildly at my pussy. My hands went to the back of his head pulling his face into my pussy. His tongue ran in and out of my pussy as if it was a miniature cock. I felt my pussy start to twitch as he fucked me with his tongue.

I pushed his head from between my legs as I said, “Fuck me Jack before we are missed.”

Jack unzipped his jeans pulling them and his underwear down letting them slip to his ankles.