Wendy had arrived at the bunkhouse two weeks ago, seeking an escape from the suffocating expectations of her conservative family and the small northern Nevada town she’d grown up in. Her parents had always pushed her toward a traditional path—college, marriage, kids—but Wendy had other dreams. She hadn’t yet come out, but she knew she was only attracted to women. Petty, belligerent boys had never interested her. She’d spent two years on the college rodeo circuit each summer, while attending college on a rodeo scholarship, but the constant travel and pressure had worn her down. Plus, she kept daydreaming of the pretty cowgirls she was always surrounded by but didn’t dare approach. At 20, she was lean, fit and compact at only 5’4”, which was perfect for barrel racing. She had ample breasts and wavy brunette hair and knew she was pretty enough she couldn’t keep young cowboys off her but she never had worked up the courage to flirt with any of the cowgirls. When the opportunity arose to work at a dude ranch nestled in the Montana mountains, she’d jumped at it. What particularly caught her eye in the ad was that the ranch had an all-girl staff—presumably to entice rich men to come live their cowboy fantasy. It felt like a chance to breathe, to find herself away from the judgment of her hometown.The ranch was unlike anything Wendy had ever experienced. Each member of the all-girl staff was strong and independent in their own way. There was something liberating about being surrounded by strong, independent women. Wendy had settled in quickly, finding solace in the routines of ranch life—mucking stables, leading trail rides, and sharing meals with the tight-knit crew.Wendy finally felt free to at least look, even if she didn’t dare do more than that. One evening after the workday was over, though, and all the ranch hands had gathered in the bunkhouse for dinner, she was sure she caught Melanie checking her out more than once. What she knew about Melanie after her short time there was that she was magnetic, her confidence and effortless charm drawing co-workers in without even trying. Wendy had been drawn to her charismatic presence, of course—during breakfast, while they were saddling horses, even the time they were both sweaty and covered in dirt after a long day’s work, and feeding the livestock. Each time, being around her had sent a thrill through Wendy, though she hadn’t been brave enough to act on it. But, those looks, tonight. Wendy didn’t have much experience but she was sure Melanie was checking her out.Now, the bunkhouse was quiet—the kind of quiet that made every creak of the wooden floorboards echo like a gunshot, after all the other girls had settled in. Wendy couldn’t sleep, though. She sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her flannel pajama shirt. She could still feel Melanie’s lingering gaze from dinner, those piercing green eyes that had locked onto hers across the table, sending a shiver down her spine. Wendy might be inexperienced but something… something about that gaze… felt… hungry.A soft knock on the door made Wendy jump. Her heart thudded in her chest as she quietly called out, “Come in.” The door creaked open, and there stood Melanie, her tall frame silhouetted by the dim light from the hallway. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves. She wore a thin tank top with no bra, thick nopples protruding through the fabric, and short shorts that clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.“Hey,” Melanie said, her voice low and smooth, like honey poured over gravel. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d see if you were up.”Wendy swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “Uh, yeah. I’m up.” She gestured to the bed, and Melanie stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The air between them felt charged, like the moment before a lightning strike.Melanie perched on the edge of the bed, her knee brushing against Wendy’s. “You looked… distracted at dinner,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Something on your mind?”Wendy’s cheeks flushed. She wanted to say something clever, something flirty, but all she could manage was a stammered, “I—uh—maybe?”Melanie chuckled softly, leaning in closer. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” Her hand reached out, fingertips gently brushing Wendy’s thigh. Wendy’s breath hitched, her skin tingling where Melanie touched her.“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” Melanie murmured, her lips inches from Wendy’s ear. Her other hand cupped Wendy’s cheek, turning her face so their eyes met. And then, slowly, deliberately, Melanie closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Wendy’s in a kiss that was both tender and insistent.Wendy melted into it, her hands instinctively reaching for Melanie’s waist, pulling her closer. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that surprised Wendy. Melanie’s hands roamed over Wendy’s body, one sliding under her flannel shirt to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. Wendy gasped into the kiss, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Melanie’s eyes were dark with desire, and Wendy could feel the heat radiating from her body. “That was… amazing,” Wendy whispered, her voice trembling.Melanie smirked, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a vulnerability that Wendy hadn’t seen before. Her usual confidence seemed to waver, replaced by a nervous tension that made the air between them feel heavier. “Hey…I really like you. I have been wanting to come by for days, now. It’s just…there’s something you should know,” she said, her tone serious now, hesitant. She paused, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before she took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what came next. “I’m… different.”Wendy frowned, her brow furrowing as she tried to process Melanie’s words. “Different how?” she asked, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity. She reached out instinctively, her hand brushing against Melanie’s arm in a gesture of reassurance. Whatever it was, Wendy wanted Melanie to know she was listening, that she wasn’t going to run away.Melanie hesitated again, her lips pressing into a thin line as if weighing her words carefully. “It’s not something I ever tell people right away,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper now. “But with you… I don’t know. I feel like I can trust you. I hope I can, anyway.” She looked up, her green eyes locking onto Wendy’s, searching for any hint of judgment or rejection. “It’s just… my body isn’t what you might expect.”Wendy’s heart raced, her mind spinning with possibilities. She squeezed Melanie’s arm gently, encouraging her to continue. “Whatever it is, it’s okay,” she said, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “You don’t have to be afraid with me.”Melanie nodded slowly, though her nerves were still evident in the way she fidgeted with the hem of her tank top. “I was born with… well, let’s just say I have both plumbing downstairs,” she explained, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and resolve. She gestured vaguely toward her lower body, her hands trembling slightly. “A cock and a pussy. It’s called being a futa. Some people find it… freaky.”Wendy blinked, her initial surprise giving way to a spark of fascination. She had heard the term before in hushed whispers and internet forums, but she had never imagined she’d meet someone like that in person—let alone someone as captivating as Melanie. Her curiosity surged, overpowering any lingering hesitation. “Freaky?” she repeated, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t think so. I think it’s… kind of hot, to be honest.”With Wendy’s words of encouragement, Melanie stood up, taking a step back. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skimpy shorts and pulled them down, revealing what Melanie had promised: a thick cock Melanie had carefully nestled between her thighs, which sprung to attention as soon as she stepped out of her shorts. And, there beneath it, an obviously wet pussy glistening in the half light. Wendy’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat.For a moment, Wendy didn’t know what to say. But then curiosity overtook her shock. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against Melanie’s hardness. Melanie gasped, her hips jerking forward as Wendy wrapped her hand around her shaft, giving it an experimental stroke.“It’s definitely not too much,” Wendy reassured her, her voice steady now as she looked up at Melanie. “I never liked boys. Too cocky. Too belligerent. But this... I think I could enjoy this.”Melanie moaned softly as Wendy began to move her hand up and down, exploring every inch of her cock, fascinated by its length and girth. She’d never even seen a cock, let alone held one in her hands. The hardness, the veins, the pulsing, all intrigued her. She stroked Melanie up and down, watching her jerk and tremble while she explored. Finally,Wendy leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip before taking it into her mouth. It seemed like the next obvious step. The taste of pre-cum coated her tongue as she bobbed her head, sucking and swirling her tongue inexpertly around the shaft. Melanie’s fingers tangled in Wendy’s hair, guiding her movements as she whimpered with pleasure. But Wendy’s curiosity didn’t stop there. Her other hand tentatively drifted lower, fingertips brushing against the wetness between Melanie’s thighs.Melanie gasped sharply, her hips bucking at the sudden contact. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered, her voice trembling. Wendy hesitated, glancing up at Melanie with uncertain eyes. “Is this… okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Melanie nodded eagerly, her green eyes dark with need. “Yes, god yes. Please.”Encouraged, Wendy dipped her fingers into Melanie’s slick folds, marveling at how warm and wet she was. She pressed gently, her initial uncertainty giving way to determination as she felt Melanie’s body respond. Melanie’s breath hitched, her head falling back as Wendy’s fingers explored deeper, sliding inside her with tentative strokes.“Oh, Wendy,” Melanie moaned, her voice shaking with pleasure. “You’re doing amazing. This feels soooo goood…..”Feeling bolder, Wendy added a second finger, curling them slightly as she tried to mimic what she thought might feel good. Melanie’s hips rocked against her hand, her movements desperate and uncoordinated. Wendy’s eyes widened as she felt Melanie’s pussy tighten around her fingers, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through her own body. She felt Melanie’s juices leaking out, coating her hand as she continued stroking her fingers in and out.When Melanie came, it was sudden and intense. Wendy had barely adjusted to the sensation of the thick, throbbing cock in her mouth when she felt it pulse violently against her tongue. Thick ropes of warm cum shot into her mouth, so much more than she’d expected. She tried to keep up, swallowing as fast as she could, but some of it spilled over her lips, trailing down her chin and pooling on her chest, making a mess of her flannel top. The taste was salty and slightly sweet, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. Her heart raced as she felt the weight of what they were doing settle over her, a mix of exhilaration and awe flooding her senses.Melanie’s hands tightened in Wendy’s hair, pulling her closer as she let out a deep, guttural moan that sent shivers down Wendy’s spine. A moment later, Melanie drew her spent girl-cock from Wendy’s mouth, took her by the hand and drew her up. She leaned forward, catching Wendy’s face in her hands with a surprising gentleness. “You’re incredible,” Melanie whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Then, without hesitation, she crashed her lips against Wendy’s in a fierce, possessive kiss.Their tongues tangled together, Melanie eagerly exploring Wendy’s mouth and sharing her cum between them. She even stopped to lick what she could from Wendy’s chin and neck before more tongue dancing. Wendy moaned softly, the intensity of the kiss making her head spin. She could feel the heat of Melanie’s skin against hers, the way their bodies pressed together as if trying to erase any space between them. Wendy’s hands slid up Melanie’s back, under her tank top, pulling her even closer, her fingers digging into the firm muscles as they kissed fervently. It was messy, raw, and utterly intoxicating.When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they panted in sync. Melanie’s emerald eyes were dark with desire, and there was a softness in her gaze that hadn’t been there before—a vulnerability that made Wendy’s heart ache with tenderness. “I’ve never had anyone do that for me before,” Melanie admitted quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “Not like you.”Wendy blushed, her cheeks burning as she looked up at Melanie. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I wanted to… for you.”A small smile tugged at Melanie’s lips, and she brushed a strand of hair from Wendy’s face with gentle fingers. “You’re amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. “And you’re mine tonight.” Her hands trailed down Wendy’s body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Your turn,” Melanie whispered hoarsely, pushing Wendy back onto the bed and straddling her hips, her eyes gleaming with determination.

Wendy, seeking a break from her conservative upbringing, finds solace and new experiences at an all-girl dude ranch in Montana. She catches Melanie checking her out, and later that night, Melanie visits Wendy in her bunkhouse, where they share a passionate kiss and Wendy explores Melanie's unique body features. Wendy gives Melanie her first oral experience, and Melanie reciprocates.

Wendy had arrived at the bunkhouse two weeks ago, seeking an escape from the suffocating expectations of her conservative family and the small northern Nevada town she’d grown up in. Her parents had always pushed her toward a traditional path—college, marriage, kids—but Wendy had other dreams. She hadn’t yet come out, but she knew she was only attracted to women. Petty, belligerent boys had never interested her. She’d spent two years on the college rodeo circuit each summer, while attending college on a rodeo scholarship, but the constant travel and pressure had worn her down. Plus, she kept daydreaming of the pretty cowgirls she was always surrounded by but didn’t dare approach. At 20, she was lean, fit and compact at only 5’4”, which was perfect for barrel racing. She had ample breasts and wavy brunette hair and knew she was pretty enough she couldn’t keep young cowboys off her but she never had worked up the courage to flirt with any of the cowgirls.

When the opportunity arose to work at a dude ranch nestled in the Montana mountains, she’d jumped at it. What particularly caught her eye in the ad was that the ranch had an all-girl staff—presumably to entice rich men to come live their cowboy fantasy. It felt like a chance to breathe, to find herself away from the judgment of her hometown.

The ranch was unlike anything Wendy had ever experienced. Each member of the all-girl staff was strong and independent in their own way. There was something liberating about being surrounded by strong, independent women. Wendy had settled in quickly, finding solace in the routines of ranch life—mucking stables, leading trail rides, and sharing meals with the tight-knit crew.

Wendy finally felt free to at least look, even if she didn’t dare do more than that. One evening after the workday was over, though, and all the ranch hands had gathered in the bunkhouse for dinner, she was sure she caught Melanie checking her out more than once. What she knew about Melanie after her short time there was that she was magnetic, her confidence and effortless charm drawing co-workers in without even trying. Wendy had been drawn to her charismatic presence, of course—during breakfast, while they were saddling horses, even the time they were both sweaty and covered in dirt after a long day’s work, and feeding the livestock. Each time, being around her had sent a thrill through Wendy, though she hadn’t been brave enough to act on it. But, those looks, tonight. Wendy didn’t have much experience but she was sure Melanie was checking her out.

Now, the bunkhouse was quiet—the kind of quiet that made every creak of the wooden floorboards echo like a gunshot, after all the other girls had settled in. Wendy couldn’t sleep, though. She sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her flannel pajama shirt. She could still feel Melanie’s lingering gaze from dinner, those piercing green eyes that had locked onto hers across the table, sending a shiver down her spine. Wendy might be inexperienced but something… something about that gaze… felt… hungry.

A soft knock on the door made Wendy jump. Her heart thudded in her chest as she quietly called out, “Come in.” The door creaked open, and there stood Melanie, her tall frame silhouetted by the dim light from the hallway. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves. She wore a thin tank top with no bra, thick nopples protruding through the fabric, and short shorts that clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

“Hey,” Melanie said, her voice low and smooth, like honey poured over gravel. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d see if you were up.”

Wendy swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “Uh, yeah. I’m up.” She gestured to the bed, and Melanie stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The air between them felt charged, like the moment before a lightning strike.

Melanie perched on the edge of the bed, her knee brushing against Wendy’s. “You looked… distracted at dinner,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Something on your mind?”

Wendy’s cheeks flushed. She wanted to say something clever, something flirty, but all she could manage was a stammered, “I—uh—maybe?”

Melanie chuckled softly, leaning in closer. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” Her hand reached out, fingertips gently brushing Wendy’s thigh. Wendy’s breath hitched, her skin tingling where Melanie touched her.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” Melanie murmured, her lips inches from Wendy’s ear. Her other hand cupped Wendy’s cheek, turning her face so their eyes met. And then, slowly, deliberately, Melanie closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Wendy’s in a kiss that was both tender and insistent.

Wendy melted into it, her hands instinctively reaching for Melanie’s waist, pulling her closer. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that surprised Wendy. Melanie’s hands roamed over Wendy’s body, one sliding under her flannel shirt to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. Wendy gasped into the kiss, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Melanie’s eyes were dark with desire, and Wendy could feel the heat radiating from her body. “That was… amazing,” Wendy whispered, her voice trembling.

Melanie smirked, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a vulnerability that Wendy hadn’t seen before. Her usual confidence seemed to waver, replaced by a nervous tension that made the air between them feel heavier. “Hey…I really like you. I have been wanting to come by for days, now. It’s just…there’s something you should know,” she said, her tone serious now, hesitant. She paused, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before she took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what came next. “I’m… different.”

Wendy frowned, her brow furrowing as she tried to process Melanie’s words. “Different how?” she asked, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity. She reached out instinctively, her hand brushing against Melanie’s arm in a gesture of reassurance. Whatever it was, Wendy wanted Melanie to know she was listening, that she wasn’t going to run away.

Melanie hesitated again, her lips pressing into a thin line as if weighing her words carefully. “It’s not something I ever tell people right away,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper now. “But with you… I don’t know. I feel like I can trust you. I hope I can, anyway.” She looked up, her green eyes locking onto Wendy’s, searching for any hint of judgment or rejection. “It’s just… my body isn’t what you might expect.”

Wendy’s heart raced, her mind spinning with possibilities. She squeezed Melanie’s arm gently, encouraging her to continue. “Whatever it is, it’s okay,” she said, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “You don’t have to be afraid with me.”

Melanie nodded slowly, though her nerves were still evident in the way she fidgeted with the hem of her tank top. “I was born with… well, let’s just say I have both plumbing downstairs,” she explained, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and resolve. She gestured vaguely toward her lower body, her hands trembling slightly. “A cock and a pussy. It’s called being a futa. Some people find it… freaky.”

Wendy blinked, her initial surprise giving way to a spark of fascination. She had heard the term before in hushed whispers and internet forums, but she had never imagined she’d meet someone like that in person—let alone someone as captivating as Melanie. Her curiosity surged, overpowering any lingering hesitation. “Freaky?” she repeated, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t think so. I think it’s… kind of hot, to be honest.”

With Wendy’s words of encouragement, Melanie stood up, taking a step back. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skimpy shorts and pulled them down, revealing what Melanie had promised: a thick cock Melanie had carefully nestled between her thighs, which sprung to attention as soon as she stepped out of her shorts. And, there beneath it, an obviously wet pussy glistening in the half light. Wendy’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat.

For a moment, Wendy didn’t know what to say. But then curiosity overtook her shock. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against Melanie’s hardness. Melanie gasped, her hips jerking forward as Wendy wrapped her hand around her shaft, giving it an experimental stroke.

“It’s definitely not too much,” Wendy reassured her, her voice steady now as she looked up at Melanie. “I never liked boys. Too cocky. Too belligerent. But this... I think I could enjoy this.”

Melanie moaned softly as Wendy began to move her hand up and down, exploring every inch of her cock, fascinated by its length and girth. She’d never even seen a cock, let alone held one in her hands. The hardness, the veins, the pulsing, all intrigued her. She stroked Melanie up and down, watching her jerk and tremble while she explored. Finally,Wendy leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip before taking it into her mouth. It seemed like the next obvious step. The taste of pre-cum coated her tongue as she bobbed her head, sucking and swirling her tongue inexpertly around the shaft. Melanie’s fingers tangled in Wendy’s hair, guiding her movements as she whimpered with pleasure.  But Wendy’s curiosity didn’t stop there. Her other hand tentatively drifted lower, fingertips brushing against the wetness between Melanie’s thighs.

Melanie gasped sharply, her hips bucking at the sudden contact. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered, her voice trembling. Wendy hesitated, glancing up at Melanie with uncertain eyes. “Is this… okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Melanie nodded eagerly, her green eyes dark with need. “Yes, god yes. Please.”

Encouraged, Wendy dipped her fingers into Melanie’s slick folds, marveling at how warm and wet she was. She pressed gently, her initial uncertainty giving way to determination as she felt Melanie’s body respond. Melanie’s breath hitched, her head falling back as Wendy’s fingers explored deeper, sliding inside her with tentative strokes.

“Oh, Wendy,” Melanie moaned, her voice shaking with pleasure. “You’re doing amazing. This feels soooo goood…..”

Feeling bolder, Wendy added a second finger, curling them slightly as she tried to mimic what she thought might feel good. Melanie’s hips rocked against her hand, her movements desperate and uncoordinated. Wendy’s eyes widened as she felt Melanie’s pussy tighten around her fingers, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through her own body. She felt Melanie’s juices leaking out, coating her hand as she continued stroking her fingers in and out.

When Melanie came, it was sudden and intense. Wendy had barely adjusted to the sensation of the thick, throbbing cock in her mouth when she felt it pulse violently against her tongue. Thick ropes of warm cum shot into her mouth, so much more than she’d expected. She tried to keep up, swallowing as fast as she could, but some of it spilled over her lips, trailing down her chin and pooling on her chest, making a mess of her flannel top. The taste was salty and slightly sweet, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. Her heart raced as she felt the weight of what they were doing settle over her, a mix of exhilaration and awe flooding her senses.

Melanie’s hands tightened in Wendy’s hair, pulling her closer as she let out a deep, guttural moan that sent shivers down Wendy’s spine. A moment later, Melanie drew her spent girl-cock from Wendy’s mouth, took her by the hand and drew her up. She leaned forward, catching Wendy’s face in her hands with a surprising gentleness. “You’re incredible,” Melanie whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Then, without hesitation, she crashed her lips against Wendy’s in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Their tongues tangled together, Melanie eagerly exploring Wendy’s mouth and sharing her cum between them. She even stopped to lick what she could from Wendy’s chin and neck before more tongue dancing. Wendy moaned softly, the intensity of the kiss making her head spin. She could feel the heat of Melanie’s skin against hers, the way their bodies pressed together as if trying to erase any space between them. Wendy’s hands slid up Melanie’s back, under her tank top, pulling her even closer, her fingers digging into the firm muscles as they kissed fervently. It was messy, raw, and utterly intoxicating.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they panted in sync. Melanie’s emerald eyes were dark with desire, and there was a softness in her gaze that hadn’t been there before—a vulnerability that made Wendy’s heart ache with tenderness. “I’ve never had anyone do that for me before,” Melanie admitted quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “Not like you.”

Wendy blushed, her cheeks burning as she looked up at Melanie. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I wanted to… for you.”

A small smile tugged at Melanie’s lips, and she brushed a strand of hair from Wendy’s face with gentle fingers. “You’re amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. “And you’re mine tonight.” Her hands trailed down Wendy’s body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Your turn,” Melanie whispered hoarsely, pushing Wendy back onto the bed and straddling her hips, her eyes gleaming with determination.

Wendy, a closeted lesbian from a conservative family, finds herself drawn to Melanie, a charismatic and confident futa who works with her at a dude ranch in Montana.

Melanie, who has both a cock and a pussy, reveals her secret to Wendy after a night of heavy flirting and kissing.

Wendy, intrigued and curious, explores Melanie's body, giving her a hand job and blow job, and Melanie reciprocates with passionate kisses and sharing of cum.

The two women share an intense and emotional connection, with Wendy experiencing her first sexual encounter with a futa and Melanie finding someone who accepts her for who she is.

Blossoming Futa Desires on the Montana Ranch

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