As my breath settled, I pointed at the design that I thought looked the most pretty, and he gave me clear, detailed instructions on how to make it. He demonstrated with the tools, doing a few parts of the design. Then he watched me trying to duplicate his efforts, giving me gentle corrections until he was satisfied that I had the idea. After that, if was a matter of careful repetition of the pattern which took me until suppertime. As I worked, I tried to ignore the sensation of his semen trickling down my thigh and leg. But the smell of the semen blended with the smell of the leather in an appealing fashion.
On another day, I observed a ranch hand doing some simple rope tricks with a lasso. Curious, I asked him, “Do you think that you could teach me some of those rope tricks that you’re doing?”
With a twinkle in his eye, he grinned at me and ordered, “Turn around, little missy and let me see your butt.” Blushing a little, I complied. After he had a good look at my buttocks, he said, “Good — I was hoping that you’re marked as being a breeder.”
Instantly, I knew what that meant, so I asked him, “Okay, what do you want in payment for your instruction? Do you want my pussy, ass, or mouth?”
He surprised me by saying, “I’d just like for you to give me a hand job. That way, I can see how strong and supple your wrist is.”
Giggling a little at his statement, I unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and pulled out his partially aroused penis. Gripping that warm, smooth flesh I began pumping his dick. He made me chuckle as he had me wank his cock with a forehand motion, and a backhand motion, plus one where I had to stand alongside his hip, and another where I had to reach in between his thighs from behind. But when he got close to his climax, he pulled me to kneel in front of him. A few minutes later his balls contracted as his cock spat his hot, white, sticky load of semen all over my chest. I must admit that it felt pretty good as it splattered on my skin.
Putting his clothing back in order, he then proceeded to spend about an hour teaching me some simple tricks with a lasso on the end of a lariat. He was actually a pretty good teacher, and I enjoyed our time together. By the time we were done his semen had completely dried on my chest and was flaking off. Some naked woman stranger who happened to be walking by, paused. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she proceeded to brush at my chest with her bare hand, cleaning off the flakes. Without a word, she then proceeded on her way. I was a little saddened to see her go, because I’d enjoyed the feeling of her warm hand in contact with my bare skin!
This encounter with the ‘rope tricks’ ranch hand solidified my understanding about the ‘deal’ involved when encountering the ranch hands. Seeing all the naked pulchritude of the women walking around them, the men were almost always horny. Therefore, they vented that horniness on the women marked as ‘breeders’ since they signaled they were seeking sexual adventures. Actually, any time they wanted to get their rocks off, they could command a breeder’s cooperation. But it seemed nicer to strike a bargain of something for that sex.