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The Rancher's Wife
by Agatha Kristenson (address withheld)
Originally published by The Editor
***
A story of three women from different social circles. A
frustrated rancher's wife becomes tired of waiting for
him to make a baby in her and takes the task into her
own hands. A Latina whose sexuality was sizzling hit and
a white virginal teacher who learns what her students
have to teach. (MF, nc, rp, wife, cheat, intr, oral,
anal, d/s, huml, alcohol)
***
-= Chapter 1 =-
The late afternoon sun was still blazing hot. Kate
Sutherland wiped the sweat from under her ponytail and
bent again to pull tender green onions from the crusted
earth of the garden. The flies and bees sped by in a
monotonous tune of buzzing through the corn stalks and
over the tomato plants. It hung in the still heat that
shimmered over the fields beyond.
Kate straightened again and wiped her brow, looking out
over the green-gold rolling plains through the big
poplar that stood guard over the edge of the garden. It
was almost a blinding color, the wheat gold that burned
the eyes and leeched their moisture in a Van Gogh
painting. Arles must have been very much like South
Dakota she decided.
She moved over to the cucumber patch and pulled three
big ones for dinner, feeling their slick green silky
length in her hand. Cole would be home tomorrow. She
blushed then, realizing those phallic vegetables had
made her think of her husband. Well, it had been a long
time. Six weeks in France while she'd been here alone on
the ranch except for the hired hands.
Kate wandered over to the strawberry patch, her basket
almost laden now with vegetables, the good things she
grew every summer in this unpromising earth. If the
foreman hadn't been so new she could have gone with
Cole. She still didn't quite understand what was that
special about a Limousin bull but Cole studied every
night after dinner, the breeds, the blood lines, the
beef per pound, the proportions of bone and gristle and
fat. A Limousin bull was finally what he had to have...
and so he'd gone.
There were times when she almost hated the pedigrees and
charts of the cattle that Cole studied. He kept
meticulous records and knew every calf and the day it
was born and who its great great grandparents were. For
this was the excuse he used every time she mentioned
adopting a child. "Hell no! I know too much about
genetics. Adopting a kid from one of those agencies
would be like buying a bull or a heifer without knowing
the pedigree. You're liable to get stuck with anything!
A runt or worse!"
A sigh of apprehension escaped Kate's dry lips. What was
Cole going to say when he got home tomorrow and found
out about the two high school boys she'd hired to help
for the summer. They were not of the "best" bloodlines
certainly. From the inner city, not much better than
foundlings. Hard tough city boys who knew nothing about
ranches or ranch life.
But that ad in the magazine had been irresistible. In
her frustrated maternity, she mothered everything, Cole
said. Even the calves and the cats and the dogs and the
geese. Stubbornly she clung to the idea that it was a
good thing to give a high school boy a job, particularly
boys from the city who'd wind up on the street and get
into trouble if someone didn't help.
A small voice in her head whispered that she also wanted
to convince Cole that genetics weren't all that
important. If she could make this experiment work this
summer. If Cole got fond of the boys, then maybe he'd
listen to reason about adopting a child.
Here she was, surrounded by all the fruits of the earth
and she had no bounty of her own. All the animals on the
ranch gave birth and multiplied and she alone was
barren. Actually she really didn't know if she was the
culprit. When the doctor had wanted to do further tests
on both of them, Cole had adamantly refused.
Kate straightened up again and blew a long strand of
chestnut hair from her sweaty forehead. The angled sun
sent an elongated shadow of her across the ground. Short
shorts and a sleeveless jersey did not distort the ripe
sensuousness of her body. Long, long shapely legs, sleek
curved hips, narrow waist and breasts that looked as
though they were made for suckling a man's children.
It was two years ago she'd decided there weren't going
to be any. Even the fertility drugs hadn't helped. It
had been then that she'd started her campaign to adopt a
child but for two years now Cole had remained stubborn
and refusing.
Their whole relationship had been affected. Kate walked
back toward the house, past the willow and the fish
pond. Lately even their lovemaking. Cole didn't want her
as often and when he did it was as though he were only
going through the motions. A few times when he was drunk
he'd even wanted her to do awful things... lurid,
debasing perverted things. She'd have done even that if
it would have given her a baby... but those... well,
"positions" couldn't possibly give her a baby. It was
physically impossible.
Kate stopped at the fish pond and looked down at the
glinting darts of gold flashing through the water. She
popped a strawberry, warm from the sun into her mouth.
There was mama goldfish and papa goldfish and three
babies shooting through the clear green water. Stop it,
she told herself. Everywhere she looked everything
reminded her that Kate Sutherland had no child... and
all her brooding through ten years of marriage had not
brought her one... nor all the tears... nor all the
begging.
The gate squeaked and Kate looked up to see the two boys
coming through it toward the house. She smiled and
waved. They lifted a hand halfheartedly. Poor things,
they looked exhausted. City boys weren't used to hard
ranch work.
Kate hummed to herself as she washed the vegetables in
the sink. She could hear Eric Petersen and Angel Orellio
in the office-family room a few steps down. They were
sighing and slapping their knees and talking. It was
almost like listening to horses or bulls snort when they
were hot and tired. She rushed down to refill their beer
glasses.
"How about another beer, boys?" They both nodded dumbly,
sprawled in the leather director's chairs with their
shirts off and their legs spraddled out in exhaustion.
Kate took their beer mugs and held them in front of the
spout on the old brown refrigerator door. The beer
refrigerator was indispensable on a ranch and Cole liked
it here in the office where he could get to it without
having to go to the kitchen.
She poured theirs and then reached inside to get an icy
glass for herself. They hardly looked at her, just
stared vaguely into space, getting their breath.
"There you are. A few beers and a shower and you'll feel
better."
Angel snorted, his black eyes snapping. He was a dark
Indian looking Mexican American boy, wiry and strong
looking but with the concave chest of the perpetual
sloucher... terribly handsome in spite of his attitude.
"It will take more than a few beers. That heat will kill
a man," he said bitterly.
"Stop beefing," Eric advised, grinning. He had the quiet
smiling blondness that indicated his Nordic ancestry. A
giant of a boy at eighteen. He had fair almost white
blonde hair and deep blue eyes that crinkled when he
smiled. Already his fair skin had reddened and burned
and was now turning to a deep tan. His shoulders were
immense and his hands like two rather dirty hams.
He was going to be fine. The foreman had told her that
Eric worked with a slow measured intensity and that he
was strong as a bull. No, it was Angel that was going to
be a problem. He'd complained from the moment she'd
picked them up at the bus station. But then, heavens
knows what he'd had to endure in the city. Living in a
ghetto with too many brothers and sisters and only his
foster mother to feed them with a too small welfare
check. Kate felt a rush of pity for him. She must
remember to tell Frank to go easy on him. And then she
remembered. Cole would be home tomorrow and he wouldn't
go easy on anyone when it came to working.
If only somehow she could make Cole see that the boys
really could be a help to him for the summer. There was
so much to do. Cole complained that the few hands that
drifted through were really no help. Somehow she had to
make it work... and if she did... maybe... just maybe
she could get Cole to realize that a stranger in the
house wasn't so terrible. A little stranger.
The dinner table was laden as usual with all the good
things the ranch grew, a big stew full of beef and green
peas and beans and parsley and potatoes and carrots.
Platters of icy cucumbers and red tomatoes and a cut
glass tumbler sprouting crisp green onions. Two huge
pans of hot corn bread were passed and mounds of sweet
butter. Tall glasses that held at least a pint each were
full of amber iced tea to wash all the food down. An
enormous strawberry shortcake stood waiting in the
refrigerator.
The men ate with silent absorption making occasional
grunting noises and sighing a little. They wolfed the
food as though it might be their last, their faces
trickling sweat despite the air conditioner. Kate didn't
mind their silence in the least; she had someone to talk
with--Gwen Carter--at the other end of the table. The
two women chatted gaily with each other and left the men
to their eating.
Gwen was their new school teacher and would start
teaching in the fall. She was a sweet girl, but Kate
felt she was completely out of place here in South
Dakota. As the Sutherland woman looked down the table at
her petite figure, daintily eating her food, she
marveled once again at the Dresden doll quality of the
girl. Although Kate was only five years older than the
23 year-old school teacher, she felt as if Gwen were
still a high school girl. She was perfect--in
miniature!--but like any fragile work of art, pretty
unsuited for the rough life of the plains. The girl
obviously had come from a green house, sheltered
environment, and she frequently blushed when one of the
ranch people forgot about her and cursed a blue streak
about something. Gwen had said she came to South Dakota
for the summer, before the school term began, to learn
about "real" people. Kate knew that if the young teacher
didn't watch her step with some of the ranchers, Sandy
Gayman the Meacham Ranch foreman especially, she might
learn more about "real people" than she had bargained
for.
"Think you're going to last the summer, Gwen?" Kate
asked.
"Oh, Kate, I'd never have made it this long if it
weren't for you... but I think so... maybe." She stopped
and wiped her lips daintily with her napkin, glancing
involuntarily at the crude table manners of the men and
their rude silence. Delicate eyebrows lifted faintly in
their direction. Her blonde hair was twisted high on her
head and her fair skin was exposed by the scoop necked
flowered cotton dress she wore. Simple as it was, it was
much too dressy for summer on a ranch.
Kate shook her head slightly at Gwen, glancing down the
long table at the ravenous males, bunched over their
plates. No matter how few she thought she had for
dinner, she always wound up with a full house. Frank,
the foreman usually ate with them, then the boys, Eric
and Angel, then there was the tractor salesman who'd
conveniently stopped by at supper time to see Frank.
Old Joe showed up frequently too, an Indian who still
trapped up north when he could and who wandered all
through the ranch country for free meals. Usually he
managed to do some odd job of work before he left. Then
there was Frank's no good cousin who just happened by.
In the country you fed whoever "happened by." It was an
unwritten law. Anything else would have been
inhospitable.
The men went out on the front lawn to smoke after supper
and to swap stories and belch. Gwen helped Kate clear
the table and load the dishwasher.
"You know, Kate, I really want to help children... but
sometimes I think the whole thing was a mistake,
especially after I had all that trouble with the ghetto
kids. They just didn't seem to care about school. I
guess maybe that's my fault... but no matter what I
tried with them... it just didn't seem to work."
Kate turned from the dishwasher to take the stack of
plates from Gwen. "Well, you have to remember they
haven't had any contact with what you and I think of as
civilized things. All they know is the slum and its
values... so nothing else means much to them.
"My folks tried to warn me... I guess that's why I want
to do well here."
Suddenly there was music coming from the living room,
gay guitar music, Mexican music. Gwen and Kate went
running in, drying their hands on towels, to find Angel
strumming and picking away on Cole's big golden guitar.
He held the instrument as though it were alive and
sensuously female.
"Angel... that's wonderful!" Kate cried out
appreciatively.
Immediately he stopped and looked up sullenly.
"Don't... please."
He drew himself up and leaned the guitar against the
piano in the corner of the room. "It was for myself...
not for Anglos." Without another word he brushed past
them and went outside.
"Oh, dear," Kate sighed in spite of herself.
"That's the kind of defensiveness I can't seem to get
used to with the children," Gwen retorted, somewhat
angrily. They went back to the dishes.
"Well, we just have to work it out, that's all," Kate
answered determinedly. She was going to make it work.
She had to. She loved Cole dearly but there came a time
when a woman had to have a child too.
There was a shrill screech of tires on the gravel
driveway and a squeal of brakes. "I think you've got
more company, Kate. Here, let me do those pots."
Kate blew the stubborn strand of hair from her eyes and
shook her head. "No. Frank's out there. Probably someone
to see him anyway." She scrubbed the pots harder. "How's
the coffee doing? They'll be bellowing for a cup soon,
even in this heat."
A few minutes later the sound of heavy feet on the steps
coming up from the office caused Kate to twist around
from the sink, her hands still immersed in the soapy
water.
"Cole... oh, Cole!"
A tall handsome dark man stood grinning at her. His hair
was styled in a longish cut with thick sideburns, the
suit was a rich brown that matched his twinkling brown
eyes. South Dakota had never been exposed to a suit like
that. Why, it was... well... voguish and smart and
showed off his handsome broad-shouldered, lean-hipped
physique to advantage.
Damn, damn, damn! Why did he have to come a day early
and surprise her like this? Kate felt like a fool in her
old shorts and jersey, up to her elbows in suds. And
she'd bought that lovely slinky jumpsuit for his
homecoming. Damn him!
Gwen smiled and slipped out. It must be wonderful to
have a man of your own... your very own. And she could
have too. Peter Miller wanted to marry her before she
left New York... but no, she'd had to prove herself, had
mostly to prove to her father that his art galleries
weren't the world... the real world... where it was with
real people. But, so far, the only one she'd found was
Kate. Ironically Kate was an artist too.
Kate just stood there as the tears welled up in her
eyes. Damn Cole. He looked so smart and elegant, a new
suit, new side burns and hair cut and here she was all
hot and sweaty and house-wifey looking. No make-up, her
hair stringing. "Damn you!" she finally blurted aloud.
"For what?" Kate felt his arms wrap around her from
behind and his lips brush her temple. "Hello, wife
woman."
"Ohhhh... just damn!" she wailed.
Cole dropped a kiss on her neck and tightened his arms
around her slim waist. "I can go back where I came from,
you know. Those chicks in Paris thought I was pretty hot
stuff," he teased.
"It's just that I wanted to be all dressed up and pretty
for you... and you have to go and spoil it all... barge
in and find me looking like a hag... and... oh, hell..."
She was sniffling now, not only at how she looked but
the apprehension over hiring Eric and Angel and how Cole
might take that. She'd never interfered with the
operation of the ranch before.
"Go on. Go on outside and let me get cleaned up at
least.
"Okay, baby. I'm going to get a drink and you grab a
shower while I get rid of the delegation... and then..."
"Ah... don't go... oh, Cole... I'm so glad you're home!"
For answer he twisted her face around and kissed her
soundly, then whacked her bottom affectionately with a
resounding slap of his hand. "Hurry up."
When he'd gone, Kate just stood for a moment at the
sink. He looked fit and wonderful but different...
younger, more attractive, like a swinger. She wondered
about that. What had happened while he was in Paris? Had
he really been just teasing about the chicks? Was it all
just a haircut and a new suit or had something else
happened?
Shaking herself from her speculation, Kate dried her
hands hurriedly and left the pots to soak. She raced up
the stairs to their bedroom, flinging off shorts and
jersey as she went. Frantically she jerked off bra and
panties too on her way across the beige carpet to the
bathroom. She felt sticky and sweaty all over. Even her
skin glowed a little from the sheen of perspiration as
she stood before the mirror in the bathroom untying her
ponytail. Damn. Even her hair would have to be washed.
Quickly she showered and shampooed. Standing on the
carpet dripping now, she dried her naked body quickly.
One good thing about not having had any children, her
figure was still remarkable. Slim and supple, her legs
were still firm and shapely and long, her hips taut and
curved, waist narrow and lithe and her breasts as tanned
as the rest of her, thanks to the sunning spot down by
the lake that was hidden by the brush from everyone but
low flying planes and they didn't get many of those in
South Dakota.
She wrapped her dripping long chestnut hair in a thick
towel and twisted it into a turban. Then she smoothed
her whole body with lotion and touched perfume behind
her ears, between her breasts, and into the fold of each
elbow.
Carefully then Kate made up her face, still standing
naked before the glass. A little liner to accentuate her
large blue eyes, mascara for the long lashes, a hint of
blue eye shadow in the crease of the lid. A blushing gel
for a little color in her smooth cheeks and lipstick.
She was beginning to look like herself... or rather like
herself when she bothered with make-up. Feeling a little
giddy now from the excitement and the repressed
apprehension, she giggled and touched the blushing gel
to her nipples too. They hardened instantly to the
touch.
She stood back and looked at herself. Cole couldn't have
done too much better in Paris, she thought smugly,
except that she didn't really have that smoldering sex
look that the French movie stars affected. Well, he was
just going to have to make do with the gal next door
type that he'd married.
Laughing, Kate shook the towel from her wet hair and
bent forward from the waist to rub it dry. She rubbed
and brushed vigorously, feeling the blood rush to her
face. Suddenly she stopped, listening to the voices
outside in the still air. Not a single word could be
understood from up here.
As she used the hand held hair dryer to blow her hair
she heard a lot of door slamming. The muscles in her
naked stomach knotted. If only there'd been time to tell
Cole gently about Eric and Angel. She'd had it all
planned for tomorrow night... but he'd taken her by
surprise. It had to be all right. It just had to!
Suddenly she heard the bedroom door fling open and then
slam. Kate grabbed her yellow silk kimono from the back
of the bathroom door and threw it on. Damn! She wasn't
quite ready for Cole yet.
"Where are you, baby? Getting all prettied up for the
old man?" There was a vicious sneer in Cole's voice.
Kate rushed into the bedroom, her breasts bouncing under
the thin silk.
"Yes. I was, darling. I'm not quite through yet. My hair
isn't dry..." Her voice trailed off. Cole was leaning
against the closed door he'd slammed shut, a drink in
his hand, his tie off and his jacket gone.
He looked at her coldly, his eyes hard and flinty. Kate
felt her stomach tighten. He looked furious. Oh God.
What was she going to do? She couldn't very well send
those boys packing.
She'd known he'd be mad but not this vicious tight-
lipped mad that was so palpable she could almost feel it
hanging in the room like heat.
"Well, that's mighty kind of you... seeing as how you
took care of yourself pretty well while I was gone. How
are those two young studs? Pretty good bucks?" Kate
could see that either he'd had a lot of liquor before he
came home or he had simply turned the bottle up and
guzzled downstairs. He was drunk and he was livid!
"Oh, Cole... how could you think such a thing? Eric and
Angel are just high school kids... I thought they'd be
permanent help for you during the summer. The bunk room
in the basement was empty... and they've never had any
ranch experience... but Frank says they work hard...
I..."
"Help for me... or for you, baby?" he sneered, finishing
his drink in one gulp.
"I won't listen to such talk, Cole." Kate whirled and
went toward the bathroom. "It's too ridiculous." She'd
been so worried that he'd see she was trying to get him
to agree to adoption through the boys... but to have him
think that she...
Cole set his glass down and with one lunge caught her
and jerked her around against his chest. His hands bit
into her arms through the silk like iron claws. "You'll
listen to anything I want to tell you! What's more...
you'll do anything I want you to, bitch!"
Kate's head was shaking faintly and the tears sprang to
her eyes. A terrible pain like a knife was splitting her
breast bone. Cole had always had a temper and didn't
hesitate to use it... but she'd never seen him so angry.
She'd so looked forward to his homecoming and now this!
The tears trembled on Kate's lashes and fell down her
smooth cheeks, her shining chestnut hair tumbled around
her face and the pain in the huge blue eyes was
unmistakable. Her mouth trembled, slightly open and
moistly rosy with fresh lipstick. Cole could see the
smooth tanned flesh in the V to her waist where the
yellow silk parted, showing the curves of those majestic
high tilted breasts.
His anger suddenly plunged like quicksilver and
galvanized his cock, strengthening it and hardening it
to an iron hook inside the confines of his shorts. Her
mouth opened to speak and Cole covered it harshly with a
low moan, crushing the length of Kate's beautiful flesh
into his own desiring rock hard penis.
Kate accepted Cole's mouth gratefully, a little sob
escaping around his brutal foraging tongue, feeling the
strong maleness of his huge rod bruising into her belly
and the commanding strength in his arms and hands that
held her so close, fusing her into him. Her hands crept
up his broad shoulders and she could feel the great
muscles in smooth planes under his shirt. God, it had
been so long. He wanted her. Even if it was in anger...
it was all right. She'd missed him so terribly.
She tasted all clean and sweet and womanly, her soft wet
mouth accepting him as his tongue fucked viciously into
her mouth, his hands bruising her smoothly rounded
buttocks as he clenched her silk covered cunt up to his
beating pole that threatened to burst the cloth of his
new suit pants. Christ!
He'd had a great time in Paris but Kate felt new and
luscious to him after six weeks away from home. Still
pressing her into him, one hand searched for the robe's
tie and jerked it loose. His hand found the smooth
milkiness of her flesh and slid up to grasp one large
full pointed breast. The nipple was hard as a tiny plum
seed in his hand, sprouting under his harsh palm and the
breast itself seemed to swell even larger under his
warmth.
"Oh, darling..." Kate said softly as she felt Cole's
hand on her naked breast and his mouth sliding down the
column of her throat where a pulse was beating
insistently. She could feel the faint twinging between
her legs and moisture began to seep from deep within her
vaginal sheath. God, it was so wonderful to have him
home! The ache within her was finally going to be filled
and she ground her fevered impatient pelvis in
invitation against her husband's thigh.
God damn, Cole thought, that's better! He had begun
moving his thigh in and out between her legs when
suddenly there was the wild sound of a fast Mexican
guitar almost under their window. What the hell? He tore
his mouth away and went rushing over to look out. That
damned kid! Angel Orellio was sitting calmly under a
tree by the fish pond strumming away on Cole's guitar.
The sight of a strange hand on that golden wooden box
that he played himself sometimes in the evening,
suddenly made connection in his alcohol fogged brain
with the feel of Kate's full breast in his hand just a
moment ago. That god damned Mexican... had his hand been
on Kate's breast too? Had he not been drunk Cole might
have seen the connection his white hot anger had to his
own guilt. Paris had been full of women... the best of
them that crazy streaked blonde who kept telling him
they were destined to meet again.
"Cole, darling... Please..."
He let the drapes fall and turned. Kate was standing
where he'd left her, naked except for the yellow kimono
that hid her slender tanned arms and shoulders but fell
free and open over her voluptuous tanned body. The chip
hard rosy nipples winked at him and the chestnut curls
of her triangular cunt hairs that pointed downward to
her naked pussy like a marker or an arrow. In his mind's
eye he could see another pussy, a black-haired one that
showed every time that flamenco dancer had whirled to
the beat of the music while his cock had beat under the
streaked blonde, Mela's, hand hidden by the tablecloth.
He shook his head... for suddenly he saw that boy's dark
hand on his wife, Kate's, beautiful breasts. If Cole had
taken advantage of Paris for what he couldn't get at
home... then why wouldn't Kate have gotten a little? God
knows, he'd neglected her the last couple of years...
but he'd gotten so goddamned tired of this baby crap.
And there'd been the terror that Kate would somehow find
out that it might be his fault... and leave him for a
man who could give her a child.
Suddenly everything whirled in his head and he swayed a
little. The room turned briefly and then righted. When
it did... the flaming sheet of anger was in front of his
eyes again. It was all Kate's fault! Christ... she
wouldn't even let him eat her and treated him like a
beast if he wanted her to suck his cock. He'd never been
enough for her... she had to have a baby! The wild music
outside beat in his head. Cole's hands tore his shirt
and trousers of! with shaking fingers. His cock was
beating in time to the savage music.
As he strode the few steps across the carpet, his great
huge rod bounced like a thick tree trunk out from his
lean, hairy loins. Kate's eyes widened as he came toward
her, his brow dark as a black sky before a tornado. He
was angry again. It was the music. Angel outside playing
the guitar. Oh God! Cole looked angry enough to hit her.
Instinctively her hands clutched the robe closed around
her.
"That goddamned kid's got my guitar... and I'll bet he's
fucked you too!"
The yellow silk screamed in his hands as he viciously
ripped it from her in tatters and threw the remains on
the floor. Kate stood naked and cowering, trembling at
what he would do next.
"Oh no... No, Cole... No... you must believe me... I
just wanted..."
"You just wanted what, baby?" Kate could see his teeth
almost bared now between the hard lines of his lips and
Cole's brown eyes blazing redly as though there were
coals of fire in their depths. His hands reached out and
caught handfuls of hair as he jerked her to him to sear
her with the blaze in his eyes.
"I just wanted to... help you... and I thought... maybe
you'd learn to like the boys." Tears again welled up and
poured down her cheeks. "That maybe then you might let
me adopt a baby when you saw that... it wasn't so
terrible to have... strange youngsters in the house... I
just wanted... to... help..." She sobbed helplessly.
He shook her by the hair then, the dreadful frustration
and anger rising in him like a terrible tide that
threatened to choke him. Her mouth was open and the
tears were streaming down her beautiful face and that
moist red "O" of her mouth made a haven he had to have.
"You just goddamn well let me run the ranch! I don't
need your help! I've done all right so far! And we don't
need anybody else's snotty nosed kids! That's final!"
The bones seemed to melt in Kate's legs and she sank,
sobbing helplessly to the floor, Cole's hands still in
her damp hair. A moan stripped from her throat as she
felt him jerk his hands, painfully pulling her head up
to him by the hair.
"And there's something else that's going to be my way,
too. "You're goddamn well going to be a real wife...
Open your mouth, bitch! Open your hot-shit little mouth
and suck my cock!"
Kate's eyes opened to great blue saucers. Cole's crude
words seemed insane with his enormous vein fretted penis
jutting out and pulsating obscenely in front of her
face, the purpling head oozing a droplet of seminal
fluid... a one eyed monster drooling hungrily at her!
She could see it twitch and jerk as though controlled by
some inner strings... the great, thick length of it
looked as though it was full of wires and cords. The
head of it bulged, blunting the end of his menacing
weapon. She couldn't remember ever seeing it so close
and she wondered dimly how she'd ever contained it's
awesome length so far up inside her stomach. She
shuddered involuntarily. Her hair jerked painfully
again.
"This time you're going to, bitch... I've waited too
long! Open your mouth before I ram it down your bossy
throat... I'm going to fill your belly with my cum until
you choke... choke on your own joy... you snooty,
prudish bitch...!"
"Ohhh, Cole... darling... Please... please don't..." she
sobbed, the pain from her hair roots paling to
insignificance beside the pain from deep in her breast.
She was right... something had happened to him in
Paris... something terrible...!
"Take it... open your mouth and suck my cock... or I
swear I'll ram it straight out the back of your head!"
Cole spread his legs and crouched slightly, leading with
his hips and touching the sensitive head of his prick
right against her tightly closed, freshly painted lips.
Kate almost gagged. She could feel the sticky liquid and
feel its slipperiness against her mouth and a pulse beat
in the huge rod like an extra heart beat. Cole's hands
tightened in her hair until she was almost screaming
with the pain. Sobbing helplessly, she opened her mouth
obediently and felt him shove the lurid head of his
penis between her teeth. The hot male odor of his male
secretions hit her nostrils, a pungent, musky smell.
Outside the window she could hear the abandoned music
Angel's hands drew from the guitar, and she wished she
had never brought the boys here... had never
interfered... had never taken things into her own hands.
She knew dimly that Cole's anger had been welling up
though for a long time... that she had provoked it by
nagging about a baby... and now she was reaping the crop
of her terrible discontent.
A deep groan of appreciation ripped out Cole's mouth as
he saw his wife's full red lips open and slip warmly
over the head of his aching cock. Her lips closed over
it softly and he felt the sensual stab of ecstasy shoot
up his cockhead to his loins and his balls twinged. Oh
goddamn!
As she knelt on the carpet, naked and defenseless, Kate
felt Cole's mammoth, pulsating shaft sliding further
down her throat! She could taste the semen, heady and
male and hot with his body's fierce heat! He was making
her do this depraved act she had always avoided. He was
making her perform like an animal... as low and debased
as the animals! Worse... for they obeyed only instinct
and had no conception of right and wrong. He was using
her like a common whore! Oh God! And she had looked
forward so to his homecoming! She'd been a fool to think
that things could ever be any different!
The sight of his helplessly kneeling wife's ovaled mouth
locked so wetly around his swollen cock, her eyes closed
and the breath coming raggedly through her nostrils
flared as wide as a frightened mare's, sent salacious
stabs of rapture shooting through him. Jesus! He thrust
his hips forward, watching the long, thickened length of
his massive hardness disappear into the wet cavern of
her warm soft mouth. Christ! No one else's mouth had
ever felt so good. He'd waited so long for this! Ten
years the bitch had made him wait for this while all she
could bleat about was a squalling baby!
Baby, hell! He wouldn't have wanted one even if he
could. As long as he refused to go to the doctor no one
could be sure it was his fault anyway. How in hell could
a cock this big and this competent not make babies
anyway? The only clue he had... and it was one he kept
hidden in the mists of his memory most of the time...
was that year in Korea. Chin La Mak had been his woman
for over a year... funny moon faced little thing with
her tiny hands and tremulous smile and big grave eyes.
All the guys shacked with their musee maids, most of
them steady... and many married them when they got
pregnant.
Chin La Mak had finally left him, explaining that all
her girl friends got babies from their soldiers. He'd
never thought any more about it until Kate couldn't get
pregnant and then it had come back to haunt him. But...
if he never went for tests... she couldn't prove it was
his fault. And by God, he was never going! If he found
out for sure... Christ! He might not even be able to get
it up again! It was unthinkable. Even his poorest bulls
could impregnate half the cows in the whole country with
one ejaculation.
Cole looked down at the heavy rigid thickness of his
lust-bloated cock sliding lasciviously in and out of
Kate's mouth with her tears trickling down each side of
her widely stretched mouth. No, by God! He was never
going to find out for sure. Besides, no one could have a
prick like his and not be fully fertile.
Kate thought surely she would choke for the immensity of
her husband's swollen penis was filling her mouth so
completely... the head of it brushing all the way back
to her tonsils! Her breath still came in little sobs.
How could he want her to do this depraved thing? His own
wife... groveling at his feet and sucking at him like a
street whore might! Her head eased back a little for she
felt surely she would faint and her tongue felt for a
place to move in the cramped confines of her flesh
filled mouth.
"Oh god! That's it baby... that's it... suck me...
Ohhhh..."
Kate felt Cole's hands smoothing her cheeks and his
words encouraging her as though he were in a private
rapture that only she could bring him to.
Cole crouched slightly, bending his knees and brushing
the kneecaps against the thrusting full breasts that
hung below him like ripened fruits. Jesus! Nothing had
ever felt so wonderful! Kate's complete subjugation and
subservience as she knelt naked and helpless before him
on the carpet, sucking his massive pole was driving him
right up the wall!
Kate sucked on the massive flesh, solid as an iron rod
and hot with his passion, with renewed vigor for she
found that she could almost control her husband and
bring moans of bliss from his lips by moving her tongue
over and around his heavily throbbing cockhead. Her
tears had stopped as though a well had run dry and she
couldn't remember when or how. Her nipples twitched and
tingled when his kneecaps brushed them lewdly as he
crouched closer to bring his pelvis and darkly curling
pubic hair ever nearer her nose.
Something strange and unbidden was happening to her
body! It was all mixed up with knowing that Cole was
getting such pleasure from her mouth on his gigantic
shaft sunk into her mouth, that her tongue could elicit
such moans of sheer bliss from deep in his chest! Kate
could feel her own moisture seeping down between her
thighs and a deep twinging had started again in her
vagina as though the huge pole impaled in her mouth were
there between her legs already!
"Ohhhhh... GOD, baby... you just don't know how good
that feels... ohhh, Jesus!"
Cole rocked on his feet, nuzzling his now more intensely
sucking wife's reddened nipples with his knees and
fucking the full length of his throbbing pole, that was
pulsing wildly now, deep into the warm, saliva-filled
wonder of her mouth! His hands reached out to cradle her
beautiful face, the skin of Kate's throat and cheeks and
jaws like silk, the waving chestnut hair soft as satin.
He guided her face and mouth even deeper over his lewdly
throbbing hardness and his hips did an abandoned pelvic
gyration of fuck-in, fuck-out, fuck-in, fuck-out.
He watched in fascination as he saw his rigid length of
penile flesh disappear into her soft and provocative
mouth, and then slowly slide out again and appear,
glistening from the wetness of her saliva and his own
oozing seminal juice. His proud and shining pole of
hard, ruthless flesh! Cole felt the incredible bliss of
Kate's tongue swirling around the bloated head and
laving the trunk of his wildly excited penis! Christ! He
could take this every night!
Kate's hands voluntarily crept up her husband's spread
calves, hairy and strong with bunched muscles, and then
up his thighs to the steel chunks of his buttocks,
pulling from behind and pressing him ever closer to her
working mouth. She labored over his beautiful
sensitively pulsing prick and suddenly, oh god, she
wanted to do it! It was no longer an enforced labor, a
revolting exercise to be gotten through... but a labor
of love, a pleasurable task she wanted and needed... for
it was beginning to awaken her own sexually starved
body. Her nipples were twitching with the rubbing of
Cole's hard knees, her cunt was seeping warmly down
between her thighs now and her gut was churning with the
joy of bringing Cole so much rapturous sensation!
The feel of his wife's hard erect nipples, fiery under
his kneecaps and the sight of her full lush breasts like
bursting melon halves only increased the gyrating
sensuality that had completely commandeered his whole
body! Cole knew he'd been pretty drunk when he walked in
here hut now he felt that clear, penetrating high where
you know you're seeing clearer and feeling more and
knowing things that were hidden to you before!
He knew, for instance, that it had been his own
goddamned fault that he hadn't insisted before... that
he hadn't exercised his masculine right about just what
kind of sexual relations they had. Jesus! Kate was
sucking him like he was a divinity come to life and she
a worshiper gaining absolution! He'd thought he had to
go to Paris for this when it was available right here
all the time... right here in his own house!
"GOD! Ohh baby!" Kate heard Cole scream softly as she
experimented by digging the tip of her tongue into the
tiny opening in the head of his cock, burrowing like a
fierce little animal nose straight inside his huge
hardened organ! He tasted male and strong, pungent and
virile!
Moaning softly now, she swirled her tongue around the
smooth, desire-bloated head that was like an enormous
blunt ended hammer in her mouth and she could see the
visible reward of her work as his whole body vibrated,
the muscles rippling upward from his hairy loins as he
stood slightly crouched in the stance of a Judo expert,
rocking his hips forward and back with every change of
balance on the balls of his feet.
Shivers ran through Kate's nerves like fine white hot
needles, slicing through her flesh in fiery stabs! Her
hands came around to cup Cole's heavy sperm laden balls
delicately as though they were porcelain and infinitely
precious, which they were! What a fool she'd been to
deny him... to deny herself this exquisite pleasure when
they could have been enjoying this for years!
She marveled now at the terror she'd felt and the joy
that had resulted from his angry insistence. Kate
withdrew her mouth slowly, sucking her demanding
husband's rock hard rod to the tip, savoring the taste
and sight and smell of him. Gravely she observed the
fantastically swollen member and she began licking it in
wide stripes of her wet tongue from tip to base, slowly
like a kitten licking rich cream from an offering
finger.
Christ! All those whores in Paris. They had nothing more
to offer than Kate... and she'd been here all the time!
He could kick himself for having been such a fool! He
groaned as she ran her hotly swirling tongue all along
the underside and then flicked it rapidly back and forth
along the corded ridge as though she was plucking the
tender, sensitive strings of his very essence. God! He
was going to lose his mind!
Cole could feel Kate's hands cupping his balls that felt
as though they were cement loaded and spring set. Her
nails grazed the tender eggs like sheathed claws, very
gently and erotically. Goddamn! What she lacked in
expertise she made up for in native talent! The sight of
his beautiful wife, kneeling in abasement and
subjugation, slathering and slaving over his rigidly
burning cock sent scintillating shudders of impassioned
sensation shivering through his nerves and muscles and
brain! He could feel the insistent beat of the guitar
outside. Even that didn't seem so bad now. Hell, maybe
he'd let the kids stay... but by God, no baby! That was
final! If they had a squalling brat to worry about Kate
couldn't be blowing him right now! She'd be tending to
the kid. Hell no! Kate was his... his to keep and fuck
as he wanted to!
Despite the air conditioning, Kate could feel tiny beads
of perspiration forming on her forehead and Cole's huge,
sperm swollen testicles felt almost clammy with the heat
in her hands. His great burgeoning penis hard and
immense in her mouth was blazing with more than the heat
of the room! It blazed in her mouth with the force and
energy of all the atoms of his body, actively focused
into this one life giving instrument! She sucked harder,
drawing her cheeks in as his giant shaft wormed hotly
into the back of her now warmly welcoming throat! Her
lips were stretched to whiteness around the great
purpling head, that wept oozing droplets of pre-cum into
her throat that actually tasted like her man! He was
back! He was home! Oh God... it was so good to have him
home! And he wasn't angry any more. He loved the
homecoming she was giving him! Kate increased the
pressure of her lips around the heavily pulsating flesh
sunk so deeply into her mouth and laved it wetly with
saliva, her lips clamping even harder, her tongue
titillating and tasting and licking and prodding in
slave-like abandon! Oh God! She loved it! She actually
loved sucking his cock!
The thought came that was never far away... that she
wanted this man's child, she wanted his seed shot deep
in her belly. She wanted to feel it grow inside her,
feel it kick to life. It was becoming an obsession.
But then, unexpectedly, Cole gave an increased shove and
a groan tore out his chest as he shoved the pulsating
shaft nearly down her throat and it was stabbing back
against her tonsils so she could hardly breathe.
Defensively, Kate's hands closed around the trunk and
she eased it out a little. Then, teasing the head with
hungry sweeps of her tongue, her slender hands worked
the outer skin up and down, the flesh rippling like a
surface current on a fast stream!
"JEEEEEEEEEEESSSSUUUUUSSS!" Cole screamed, his hips
lewdly thrust forward, his hands tangled in the silky
chestnut hair. He could feel every tiny movement that
soft wet tongue made all the way up through his groin
and up in his spine like tormenting fingers of lust!
Even his head prickled with the creeping lascivious
sensations of Kate's wetly caverned mouth and the
slaving tongue that slathered over his genitals with
mostly rising excitement! Christ! If Kate would just let
up on the baby crap... there was nobody like her! He
looked down at her slavishly laboring face, the lips
ovaled and stretched widely around his hugely distended
penis. Even this way, contorted with passion and a wild
lust he'd never seen there before, she was so beautiful!
The breath was whistling out his lungs in great heaves,
like an engine building up steam, the pressure was
building in his balls to the unbearable capacity where
something was going to have to give soon! Cole could
hear the guitar beating and the rhythm rising to a
faster throb and his head felt like a great balloon
imprisoned in his skull and threatening to burst, too!
Christ! His naked, luscious wife was sucking the very
soul out of his body through his aching prick that was
going to burst down her throat in fiery sparks any
minute!
"That's it, baby... that's ittt... Oh God! ... Suck
harder... SUCKKKK!"
Kate heard her hovering husband's salacious cry and it
spurred her to greater intensity. Her lips clamped ever
tighter around the huge length of his penis that thrust
in and out her mouth in a wildly building rhythm and
Cole was almost bouncing on the balls of his feet as he
fucked it in and out, his thighs obscenely spread and
his hands smoothing and clutching her throat and head,
guiding her hotly clasping mouth over his pulsating
hardness that seemed to grow ever larger with her every
sucking motion. Oh, she loved doing this for him! He was
shaking and shuddering and moaning with the rapture that
her wetly sucking mouth was bringing him.
She, too, could hear the guitar outside and it seemed to
be rising with their passion, the trills climbing and
the chords growing more intricate and the beat faster.
Her knees felt numb on the thick carpet and the breath
rattled through her distended nostrils as she strove to
suck the mammoth prick, vein laced and quivering,
completely down her working throat. Kate could feel that
her upper thighs were wet and slightly sticky with her
own moisture that was seeping down from deep within her
achingly hollow body. She ached for that huge thickened
hardness inside her, deep inside her! Any moment she
expected Cole to throw her back on the carpet and take
her. She could see the tightly curled dark pubic hair
right in front of her eyes and on the hard thrust of
Cole's hips that sent his cock so deep' into the
roundness of her mouth, her nose almost touched the
dense mat, the forest above his genitals. His anger was
gone now for she could hear him almost crooning to her
in his raging animal lust as he tried urgently for
relief from the clutch of passion that held him bound
like a prisoner.
Cole was throwing his hips now in an agonized dance of
delicious desire. His head was swimming and his
beautiful Kate was increasing the pressure moment by
moment, making a vacuum of her lips and throat and
mouth! Suddenly her soft hands closed around his
obscenely grotesque and distended penis and her lips
closed and milked his cock like a miniature vacuum
cleaner, sucking him as she slowly drew the stalk of his
prick out so there was two way pressure! Oh Jesus! He
couldn't hang on much longer!
The guitar grew more insistent as though Angel were out
there reminding her of his presence. Maybe Cole would
let them stay now. He wasn't angry any more. Oh God! She
couldn't stand it when he was angry with her. But it was
going to be all right now. Somehow it was going to be
all right.
Kate sucked her husband's blood-engorged cock hungrily,
her elastic tight lips sucking with all her might as he
fucked the rigid prick deeper and deeper in her throat.
Her cheeks expanded obscenely on the instroke and
hollowed on the outstroke, as she labored with mouth and
hands. Her fingers teased the sperm-bloated testicles to
ignite. She knew they were nearing the bursting point
for Cole was groaning and grunting and screaming for
release.
Head bobbing wetly along Cole's thick cock, Kate's face
was innocently beautiful, little streams of warmly
trickling saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth
and ran down her chin and on down her throat to her
nakedly aching breasts, swollen and red nippled.
A wonderful and marvelous sensation was creeping through
her loins, a spreading, warming, leisurely lassitude
that competed for attention with the hugely pistoning
cock in her mouth. Cole's cock... his wonderful organ
that had given her so many hours of pleasure and love.
Suddenly, she realized that her sucking would or, at
least could, detonate it right in her mouth, that her
slavering could bring on his orgasm inside her throat!
Oh God! She'd been so sure that he would withdraw and
put it where it belonged... deep up inside her achingly
tormented vagina... but every second was bringing his
ejaculation closer. A long low howl crept up from her
cramped toes and escaped with an indescribable bubbling,
babbling over the sides of the cock buried heavily in
her mouth!
Cole watched in fascination as his lewdly distended
penis sank out of sight between his wife's soft wet lips
and his hands dug into her tender naked shoulders, his
testicles slapping against her upturned chin. He heard
her bubble and moan around the unnatural invasion of her
mouth, as he thrashed his swollen penis deeper and
deeper into her hotly receptive throat!
Hoarsely panting as he thrust and bucked it into the
wetness and tightness of her mouth that clung to his
pole like it was a delicacy that she could never get
enough of, Cole knew that he would never believe again
that she didn't love him. Christ! His beautiful angel
was devouring him, as though she could engorge all of
him if he dived in after his eager prick.
"Suck it, baby... oh God. Yes. Suck it... it's all
yours..." he groaned raggedly, his breath coming in
heaving gasps out his open mouth. It was as though even
his breath was gathering with the jammed sperm in his
gourds, packing down and readying for the impending
explosion.
Cole realized dimly that the alcohol had gotten to him.
He probably would have cum already except for that. It
slowed all the processes a bit, stretched out the
delicious, salacious sensations that bombarded his joins
and balls and gut and brain! But soon now... he was
going to spew gallons of his gathering semen straight
down her beautiful gullet and into the waiting haven of
her now hungering belly.
He could feel the muscles bunching in his calves as he
crouched slightly Cole eased his knees even further
apart and caught his wife's lovely slaving face in his
hands and his feet found space beside her bent legs
where she knelt in supplication.
A twang of the guitar outside brought the young Mexican-
American boy back to his consciousness. By God, he'd
kill Kate if he ever found out she had fooled around
with that damn kid or anybody else. Paris seemed very
far away and right now completely irrelevant. He'd
gotten what he went for and now he could admit to
himself that it was for more than the Limousin bull. And
all the time there'd been no need to go. Kate was right
here. Oh, Jesus!
He felt her teeth gently rake the sensitive skin of his
grotesquely bloated cock that he fucked in and out of
her lovely mouth now as though it were a tiny hairless
cunt. Maybe it was a good thing he had gone to Paris.
This might never have happened otherwise. They might
still be going through the motions of fucking and not
really reeling a damn thing.
"Ohhhh, baby... keep on... suckkkk... Suckkk...
Harderr... rr... rr!"
Dimly Kate heard the lewd words grate painfully out of
Cole's mouth as he shoved his huge prick again back
against her tonsils and she was almost choking with the
obscene length and strength of it deep in her mouth and
throat. Suddenly she was frightened! He was holding her
head so hard in his big hands that she couldn't move and
he was fucking her mouth with a building intensity and
almost gagging her with every vigorous thrust of the
mammoth shaft!
Cole's balls felt tightened and hard in her hands as
though they had become as rock hard as his great stiff
organ that rammed through her open lips so furiously.
The lewd sounds of his glistening member fucking her
mouth as she sucked and strained filled the room. The
beat of the guitar outside was increasing as though it
knew what was going on in the room, as though it were an
unseen spectator and was playing music to suit the
action.
Kate felt her own excited moisture almost trickling down
her upper thighs now. Oh God, when was he going to lay
her back on the carpet and fall between her legs and
fuck her the way she wanted him to do. She needed it so!
Needed to feel his hugeness fill her and fulfill her.
She wanted her husband to fuck her now as she never had
before! Her breasts felt as though they were bursting!
She needed his mouth on the nipples to drain them of the
heavy honey that felt as though it had gathered inside
and bloated them so.
She felt Cole's gigantic cock slithering in and out
along her tongue that she couldn't manipulate much when
he was so urgent and frantic. His hands were a vise that
held her head immobile, his pulsating shaft a piston
that slid in and out in an oiled beat, harder and harder
and deeper and deeper! She was gasping around the
enormous rod and tried to pull away. The fear was in her
like a coiled snake now, threatening to strike out. Oh
God! He was going to do it! He was going to cum in her
mouth and spew his sperm down her throat. She'd drown in
it! She knew it!
Agonized groans were spilling from Cole's mouth and the
hairs on his bulging thighs seemed to stand out
individually in front of her eyes and she could feel the
muscles straining. Her knees hurt from kneeling too long
in one position on the carpet and the aching between her
legs was unbearable and her belly was churning and
hurting with the terrible need that was on her like a
plague!
A series of crashing chords on the guitar outside
triggered something inside of him. Cole felt the whole
intricate male mechanism begin to mesh and click into
place. His balls were two blazing orbs of fire and his
gut was paining like a knife was sunk there! He saw
Kate's lewdly distorted mouth locked band-tight around
his cock and her eyes fluttered closed and it was as
though she were beginning an orgasm. Her face had that
look but he knew it was only a vicarious thing.
Suddenly everything shifted into place and Cole almost
came right off the carpet and levitated! He felt the
beginning roar as the semen began to rush down the
constricted tunnel of his penis and deep inside his
wife's hotly submissive mouth! Oh Christ! A scream tore
out his throat as he felt the exquisite pleasure take
over his nerves and brain and loins and wash him in a
tidal wave of agonizing bliss!
"AAAAGGGGH! OOOOOHH! OH GOD! AAGH! AHHHH!"
He was orbiting the whole fucking universe! Rushing to
the outer limits like a speeding light that lit the
heavens with the birthing of a new sun! Cole felt the
rush of ecstasy spew with the speed of light down his
cock, emptying his balls in great bursts of hot roaring
sperm that cascaded out like molten lava!
Kate was not prepared. The scalding stream of sperm hit
her tonsils like a white hot searing oil that was
drowning her in a fiery drink that would cauterize her
very flesh! She bubbled and choked and gagged but it
kept coming straight down her throat and Cole was
jamming it in even harder until she knew she was going
to die, drowned in his creaming cum and burned by its
heat to a charred cinder! Oh God!
She swallowed furiously and frantically tried to drink
it down swiftly for her breath was gone and she was
going to choke to death! She knew it!
Cole watched Kate's beautiful face as it contorted even
more in a fevered effort to take all of his pumping hot
cum into her greedily accepting belly! Her Adam's apple
bobbed and jerked obscenely as she gagged and labored to
swallow all of it and she was choking and bubbling as
the burning stream spewed on and on deep into her
throat!
"SUCK IT BABY!! OHHHH GOD SUCK IT!! Jesus... SUCK!!"
Kate tried for she dimly heard her husband screaming as
he frantically kept fucking into her upraised face and
the great hosing continued, the whitely heated streams
spilling into her mouth in hotly increasing gushes and
she swallowed and gulped as best she could to take it
all deep into her hungrily absorbing stomach! The guitar
outside had gone mad and the hands drew out great
crashing chords and intricate runs that were a cacophony
of sound that beat against her ears as the flow of
molten sperm spewed furiously down her working throat.
On and on, the rapturous explosions of liquid bliss
erupted in Kate's still sucking mouth until at last,
Cole could feel them lessening and the spurts were
further and further apart and the streams smaller and
smaller. Kate's beautiful eyes were blissfully closed
and the sweat glistened on her forehead and he could see
two tears stealing down her cheeks. He held her face
tenderly, looking down at her naked loveliness, his
hands still smoothing her face softly and one last
twinging wracked his body and his hips thrust forward
and his dying cock spewed out a last few droplets...
"Damn... GODDD... ohhhh, baby...!"
Kate looked up then tremulously proud of taking all he
had, and she felt the wet of her tears trickling down
her face. Cole straightened and his still heavily
thickened cock slipped from her lips with a soft wet
popping sound and he stood looking down at her, his
brown eyes unreadable, the pupils black and huge. A thin
white line of his cum still connected them where it
looped from her so well fucked mouth to the slowly
deflating head, it was still almost hard even though
emptied. Kate heard him groan again and then she was
pulled roughly to her feet and crushed to his heaving
hair covered chest and his mouth came down to bruise her
mouth, his tongue plunging inside to taste the strength
of his own orgasm.
Kate's bones were limp and lifeless and she felt herself
pressed into his hot flesh until she thought their
bodies would melt together in the rapture of his
homecoming! The guitar outside had lowered to a long
rill that hung in the night air like a faint breeze
across the prairie and somewhere a single owl hooted a
lone and questioning "Whoooooo."
-= Chapter 2 =-
"For Christ's sake, haul your asses out of bed!" Cole
roared from the doorway of the basement bunk room. "If
you're going to work for me you'd better know right now
that we start at five!" He watched the two sleepy bodies
spring up and begin to throw on jeans. "The pancakes'll
be ready in five minutes. Get a move on."
Breakfast was very silent. Angel was sullen and his brow
black with hatred. Eric tried valiantly to make
conversation between bites of hot cakes and syrup and
gulps of scalding coffee. Cole just grunted and ate,
quickly and efficiently. Finally, even Eric's good
nature couldn't surmount the chill and he ate in silence
too.
Things had changed since last night. Kate had seemed so
happy to have them here but her husband sure wasn't. It
would help if Angel were a little more cooperative. If
he didn't shape up they might just get thrown out on
their asses. Eric determined then, one way or the other,
he had to divorce himself from Angel for his own
protection. The thought of going back to the city in the
fall was already a dread prospect, but he'd be damned if
he was going to be done out of his summer here. A plan
was already forming. Eric told himself that if he worked
well and hard enough to suit Cole that maybe he wouldn't
have to go back to the city at all.
Cole got the boys started pouring the concrete footings
around the new fence posts. There was a lot of catching
up he had to do with his foreman, Frank. It felt so damn
good to be back home! He felt in control again. For a
while he'd almost given up there in France, so bogged
down in red tape he'd felt he was choking to death...
but he'd hung on and now he'd have the Limousin blood
line he wanted.
He paused for a moment after he'd finished with Frank
and looked out over the fields and corrals, one foot on
the bumper of the pickup. Already in his mind's eye, he
could see the field filled with the thick short-legged
Limousins, the great humps of beef around their
shoulders, the broad heads, the slightly shaggy coats.
The beautiful bull he'd bought wouldn't be there but his
sons and daughters would. Cole had found a way around
the goddamned government regulations on bringing in
foreign cattle.
For a while it had been nip and tuck... but it turned
out there was no restriction on bringing in sperm and by
God, that's just what Cole would do. He'd had the
Limousin bull shipped to Calgary, up in Canada, to be
hoarded and cared for. That bull could do just as good a
job of stud service there as he could here, thanks to
artificial insemination. Cole could bring in all the
thousands of vials of sperm he wanted, impregnate his
own cows and soon he'd have a whole new breed... the
first Limousins in this country. Hell, just selling the
extra sperm at fifteen bucks a vial would bring in a lot
of extra cash and he was going to need it. He and the
two other ranches who were in on it with him had about
$50,000 tied up in the bull but conservatively, Cole
figured they could get $150,000 for the sperm alone...
not to mention improving their own herds enormously.
Hell, they couldn't miss.
"Need a little rain but this country always needs some
rain this time of year," Frank said as he ambled up to
stand and look with Cole at the fields stretching away
in gentle slopes.
"Yeah... but we'll make it all right. Thought I'd better
get over to Meacham's and Gardner's. They own a third of
that bull and they'll want to know about it."
Frank gave him a curious look. "Didn't you hear? Old man
Meacham had a bad heart attack while you was in France,
Cole. He died pretty quick."
"Died?" Cole stared at him stupidly.
"Yeah. Just keeled over in his north field one day...
'bout three weeks ago. We heard his daughter come back
from Europe and aims to settle up the ranch... probably
sell it." Frank lit a cigarette and looked up at Cole
again with the embarrassed curiosity of country people.
"Sell it?" Cole's hands clenched and unclenched. It was
as though Frank had suggested he sell Spring Hollow. He
swung up into the pickup. "Hell, they can't sell it!"
He roared off in a cloud of dust. Why the hell hadn't
Kate let him know? Cole ground the engine through gears
and took off down the gravel road to Meacham's. Christ!
This could change the whole thing. What if that daughter
wanted her money out of the bull right away? Sometimes
Kate acted as though she didn't have a lick of sense.
Not even telling him about Meacham dying and hiring
those damn kids for the summer. It was a good thing he'd
come back. A few more weeks and he might not have had a
ranch to come home to. It wasn't that Kate wasn't smart.
She was... but sometimes Cole thought it was all book
learning. Well, by God, she'd learned something last
night that wasn't in any book! And that's the way it was
going to be from now on!
***
A slow smile spread over Mela Meacham's face when she
saw Cole Sutherland alight from the big pickup truck and
come toward her automobile. She'd known it wouldn't be
long. She leaned her elbows on the window frame of the
red convertible and waited, her long legs thrust out,
breasts straining at the cloth of her filmy pink shirt.
What fun it would be to see Cole's face when he got
close enough to recognize her.
Like most Americans in Paris, Cole had been anxious to
establish right away just what part of the country he
was from. It was as though in identifying his small
section he could be accorded something more than the
anonymous label "Yankee." He'd even thought she was
Parisian at first... since she'd been with a somewhat
international group at the nightclub.
Cole had left his party of stolid French cattlemen from
the provinces and cut her out of her party as though she
was a cow in a herd. The young blonde heiress had known
from his first three sentences who he was, for her
father never wrote anything to her that wasn't ranch
news. It had been a game then not to let Cole know who
she was. She'd even refused to tell him her name and
insisted he simply call her M.M.
Mela looked up at Cole striding toward her purposefully.
When he was almost to her he pulled his creased old hat
off impatiently as though he didn't have time for any
nonsense.
"You must be Meacham's daughter. I'm mighty sorry to
hear the sad news, ma'am... you see, I've been gone
for... a... while... Jesus Christ!" His voice trailed
off incredulously as he recognized the mocking smooth
face with the big green eyes and the straight streaked
blonde hair that hung over one speculative eye. "What
the..."
"I told you we were destined to meet again," Mela said
slowly, her smile spreading. "I'm never wrong."
"But... But... I mean... I-I..."
She laughed at his confusion and the complete
consternation in his face. It was fun to get any man
that off balance, so taken aback that his mouth fell
open like a beached fish. Mela looked him over, taking
in the dusty boots, the tight jeans, the plaid shirt.
Even in his work clothes he looked better than the
fairies and pseudo fairies she'd run into all over
Europe. He moved like a man and those two nights in
Paris had proved beyond any doubt that he was a man... a
real man.
"I could think of something better to do with your mouth
than just let it hang open like that." Mela laughed deep
in her throat as she saw a slow flush redden Cole's face
from his open shirt up to his forehead that was striped
where his hat cut off the sun.
"I don't like being made a fool of. Why the hell didn't
you tell me?"
"You'd gone to Paris for something you couldn't get at
home... there was no point in telling you I was from
home... now was there?"
Cole could feel the blood heating his face, the fury
pounding in him. God damn it! She was laughing at him,
enjoying his looking like an ass! The memory of the feel
of the young heiress's body came into his hands even
though it was only his eyes that touched her. The
jutting breasts, the sensuously slender body with the
curved hips and long legs in the tight jeans that left
nothing to the imagination, the narrow hands with the
long pale pointy nails like claws. He felt the blood
begin to pulse in his loins just looking at her, despite
his discomfort.
A thousand confusions and difficulties sprang to mind.
She was Paris... there was no place for her in South
Dakota or the part of him that lived here. To make
matters worse... now that Meacham, was dead... she even
owned a third of his bull.
Mela reached down behind her into the car seat and
pulled out a cigarette. She lit it slowly, watching his
confusion turn to anger and frustration and dismay.
Blowing the smoke out in long wreaths, she looked up at
him and felt the jolt again of his frowning eyes.
"It's damned awkward," Cole blurted, putting his hat
back on to shield his eyes from Mela's green ones that
glittered and mocked him in the sun that was beginning
to beat down on the prairie. "I mean... well, your Pa
and I had formed a corporation. That bull I went to
France to buy... it was for the corporation."
"Then that makes us partners, doesn't it partner?" Mela
whispered softly. Abruptly, she turned and twisted the
door handle and slid into the white leather seats of the
convertible. "I was just going to take a drive... look
over the place. Come along and give me some advice.
Since I haven't been home for years, I don't really know
what Pa has now.
"There was some talk of your selling the place."
"That's one of the things I have to decide, maybe you
can help me."
***
Kate took a huge basket of fruit out to the station
wagon. It was hot already and she wasn't sure she could
even be back in time to get the big meal on the table
right on time at noon. Well, if she didn't finish with
the old ladies this morning she'd just have to do some
of them tomorrow. After last night Kate didn't think
she'd better invite her husband's wrath about anything
for a while and he wanted his meals on time.
She knew the back roads so well that she drove
automatically. Getting the hand crafts from some of the
local women had been a good idea, despite Cole's
derision The old fashioned quilts and the real Indian
beading she ferreted out around the countryside were
selling well in the little gallery she'd started in
town. For the hundredth time she wondered why Cole
always seemed to deride her efforts.
But Cole had always done that. It was as though he
couldn't bear for her to have anything of her own. A
child was the one thing he was going to make sure she
didn't have of her own--or anyone else's.
He'd changed though. Cole was harder, more defensive
than ever. Last night hadn't proved anything really
except that he could terrify her with his temper... that
he could force her to abandon any principle just to
placate him. Mostly it had proved that she was willing
to go to any lengths to get a child... any child. She
wondered what he would demand next, knowing she'd do
anything that might change his mind about a child. Kate
blushed and shuddered a little remembering the perverted
act Cole had forced on her. It was as though he had the
whip hand and wouldn't hesitate to use it now.
But a woman shouldn't have to plead and cajole and
connive to talk her husband into a child. He ought to
want one too. It wasn't natural that a man didn't want
children too... if he cared about his wife. Kate caught
her breath. Maybe she'd have to face that too. Maybe
Cole was behaving naturally for a man who didn't care
about his wife. No. It wasn't possible. They'd been
married ten years. They'd worked so hard together to
build the ranch.
***
Sandy Gayman looked up as the red convertible went
roaring out the driveway. Looked like Cole Sutherland's
pickup parked out there. Hell, he wasn't due back 'til
today, Kate had said. Must have come home early on
account of Meacham dying like that so quick.
Sandy walked out of the barn doorway into the blazing
sun, watching the red car become a speck. The big sandy-
haired man wiped the back of his hand across his
forehead leaving a streak of grease from the tractor
he'd been repairing. Mela probably had to go into town
to see the lawyer again. Probably Cole had to go along
on account of the deal on the Limousin bull. But,
goddamn it, Mela ought to tell him what she was doing
and why. A foreman couldn't handle things properly if he
didn't know what was going on.
Turning back to the barn, Sandy wiped his hands on the
greasy rag. Maybe he'd been too careful of Mela's
mourning over the old man. He hadn't wanted to rush her
and ruin everything but maybe it was time he made his
move; after all he'd done all the work for a long time
now. Meacham had leaned on him more and more until Sandy
couldn't imagine the ranch suddenly belonging to someone
else. By God, it wasn't going to either!
He'd always known that someday Mela would come home and
he'd marry her. She just had to get her running around
over with... and he had accepted that. Hell, she
wouldn't make much of a ranch wife if she didn't. He'd
seen many a good woman ruined in ranch country because
she married too soon before she'd had her fill of seeing
the world.
But the time had come now for him and Mela. Sandy lit a
cigarette and it dangled from his wide mouth as he went
into the barn to get rid of the grease. Old man Meacham
had thought they'd marry too. Made a whole lot of hints
in that direction... had sort of advised the foreman to
be patient and he had. But there was something about
Mela going off like that with Cole without even telling
him that stuck in his craw.
***
Kate moved the blue and white quilt she'd picked up from
old Mrs. Watson to the back seat of the station wagon
and slid across the seat to the passenger door, feeling
the heat of the leather against the back of her bare
thighs.
The blackberries along here were too tempting. The
bushes along the road here were heavy with them. They'd
make really good deep dish pies for supper tonight.
Sliding down the little ditch with her basket she made
her way into the thicket and began picking.
***
The sun was so hot and the air so Still that Cole could
hear the whine of the flies and the bees. It was as
though that buzzing whining urgency was in his loins and
the heat and strength of the sun had gone straight
through him all the way to his painfully hardening cock
locked inside his tight jeans.
"Funny, isn't it," Mela whispered, her hand quivering on
Cole's sun-bronzed neck, "how you think you'll find just
what you want a long way from home. I kept looking and
looking and I find it right here in South Dakota..." The
young blonde heiress was still trembling, her full,
melon-like breasts heaving under the pink cotton shirt,
from the hotly passionate kiss they had exchanged.
"This is crazy... you know that... let's get the hell
out of here," Cole growled, not really sounding sincere.
"For a man who lives close to the earth you've got a
strange uptight conscience," she whispered, her green
eyes burning him. Cole tried to look away from that
mocking expression daring and teasing him.
"Look... we had our fun in Paris... I didn't expect..."
"You didn't expect to find me here. I know..." Mela's
pearl-lacquered fingernails slid down Cole's shirt front
coming to rest right on the thick bulge of his penis
straining against the prison of his jeans.
"I thought a big hard-on like you've got had no
conscience," she whispered, her hand closing around the
throbbing hardness that beat telltale beneath the cloth.
A strangled groan tore out of Cole's mouth as he felt
her soft hand close on him. He could see the upthrust
curve of her full young breasts heaving against the
shirt where a button had come loose. She leaned against
him on the hot leather seat, her breath coming quick and
unevenly, her eyes like a jade green fire beckoning him
into the depths of a fiery, unknown hell.
"Why lie, Cole? You want to fuck me here just as much as
you did in Paris."
The hell of it was, he did! Sitting so close to her he
could almost smell the excited female heat of her eager
young pussy. Still, though, he hesitated. The bees
buzzed and droned monotonously by the blackberry thicket
and the whole world was still and waiting.
"God!" He groaned suddenly and his muscular arms snaked
around her pliant body and his lips came down hard on
her half-opened pink-lipped, moist mouth goading him and
laughing at him. He had to crush that smirk off her
face... wipe it out... obliterate it!
Mela could feel his hand bury itself in her soft hair as
his hungry mouth sought hers. She took his tongue
gratefully. To hell with the Latin lovers and French
lovers and English gentlemen, she thought. There was
nothing like this roughneck South Dakota rancher who
used her like a bull did a cow. She would have come home
even if Pa hadn't died, for Cole Sutherland was here and
none of those sweet smelling pansies in Europe could
ever match the likes of him. She knew. She'd tried them
all.
Fucking his tongue into her soft wet mouth, his hot lips
bruising her unmercifully, Cole's hand slid up her rib
cage to lift the heavily trembling softness of her
breasts. The shirt was all she wore on top, for he could
feel the soft resilient warmth, the yielding, melting
flesh quiver under his palm. Jesus Christ! What did you
do with a woman like this? You fucked her! That's what
you did. You fucked her 'til she screamed for mercy!
Crushed against him, Mela kept her hand on his slowly
rising hardness, growing and swelling obscenely in his
pants. She trembled and gasped, feeling the heat of the
man blazing far hotter than the sun that beat down on
them in the field so harshly. The muscles in his arms
were bunched into hard chunks of rock, and she whimpered
deep in her throat. The fevered, vertical little mouth
up between her legs was growing into a hotly pulsating
opening that had to be filled with the hardness that was
springing from his loins.
Their tongues dueled for long minutes, their eyes closed
against the brilliant sunshine, hands busily exploring
and caressing and smoothing. Cole's hand slid inside the
cotton shirt to cup the magnificent swell of the
heiress's eagerly palpitating breast.
He trembled like a stallion in spite of himself at the
feel of the hot naked flesh against his palm, the
hardened nipple leaping out to nuzzle into his gripping
hand. God damn! She was like a bitch in heat! He
squeezed the soft firm whiteness of her breast, full and
voluptuous and heaving with the rampant passion that
rippled through it like hot summer lightning.
With a muffled moan, Mela tore her lips from Cole's and
pulled his warm voracious mouth down to her excitedly
quivering nipple. "Oh God... suck it... suck my tit...!"
She jerked her shirttail out and fumbled with the
remaining buttons of her shirt as his head began to
burrow into her chest and his hungrily seeking mouth
found the ripe succulents of the hardened erect nipple.
As his wetly ovaled lips enclosed the luscious half-
sphere and his rapacious tongue flicked hotly on her
flesh, Mela screamed softly, "Oh... baby... that's it...
suck it... suck it!"
The heady sweet smell of crushed gardenia petals in the
hot sun hit his nose as Cole buried his whole face in
the soft pillow of her full heaving breast. His madly
licking tongue and warm moist lips clamped down hard on
the sensitive nipple, and he heard the lewd urgings
spring from her lust-constricted throat. She acted as if
she were trying to ram her tit down his mouth, he
thought. Hell, he hadn't fucked a broad in a car since
he was a green kid. Well, this one wouldn't wait and he
couldn't! He could feel his balls, sperm-bloated and
aching, his impatiently pounding cock almost bent double
inside his pants. How could it have any conscience? It
was screaming for release. It was like this was a last
chance at life, at Paris, at fucking!
Pulling his hungry mouth into her desperately trembling
flesh, Mela's head fell back against the hot leather
seat, her throat, breasts, and upper torso naked to him.
She could feel the expectant quivering extend down her
rippling belly and deep inside her excitedly
reverberating loins as Kate's husband's mouth drew on
her goose-bumpled nipple and sucked it hard and
viciously into his ravenously heated mouth. Two nights
of fucking in Paris with him hadn't been enough. She was
never going to get enough... not of this! Her hands flew
to his belt and she struggled with the waistband as he
leaned against her eagerly agitated breast, licking,
sucking, and nuzzling. She felt his hot breath on her
like a flame!
"Oh God," Mela cried; "Help me, Cole. Where is your big,
beautiful cock?" The rancher heard the young, excitedly
writhing girl moan in despair as her hands clawed almost
maniacally at his crotch. He straightened up, ripped his
belt loose, and then jerked the zipper down, frantically
working his jeans down his legs. Cole felt her hands
feverishly unbuttoning his shirt, and he heard little
mewls and moans bubbling desperately out her mouth.
When finally his shirt was off and his Levi's down
around his knees he turned to help the wildly excited
young heiress, only to find she was way ahead of him.
She was jerking her jeans and black nylon panties down
but they had caught on her boots.
"Give me your foot," he panted. She turned to him in the
seat with one boot toward him, and he could see the soft
hair-fringed vaginal slit up between her firmly rounded
young thighs open like a flower, showing the tiny
dewdrops of moisture that welled from deep inside the
depths of her love-starved pussy. Christ! She was all
pink and swollen, with her glistening cuntal lips wide
open in invitation.
Mela could see the giant throbbing penis jutting up from
his loins like a bull's. The dark curling pubic hair was
a mat above its long sinewy length, the fleece above the
sword that looked as though it could service a cow or a
mare with no difficulty. His prick was ridged and
purpling, thick as her wrist and she couldn't even
estimate its length. Inches meant nothing anyway. That
prissy little Frenchman had been hung as well, but was
so selfish and inept that he may as well have had a
baby's prick. Her breath caught at the magnificence that
awaited her, its Cyclops eye drooling in anticipation.
"Ohhhh... lover..." she cried and pressed her suddenly
hungering lips downward in subservience toward the
hardened rod of flesh that pounded and beat as if it had
a life of its own. Her widely ovaled, lipstick-rimmed
mouth closed hotly over the warm spongy head of it and
she plunged her head downward, trying to take all of his
cock into her mouth at once.
"CHRISSSTTTT!" Cole almost came right out of the car.
His hips lunged up, driving his thick, aching hardness
almost through the back of her streaked blonde head. His
hands came out to keep the greedily working mouth on his
thick fleshy rod jerking deep now into the wetly waiting
entrance to her throat. Jesus! She wanted cock as much
as he wanted pussy! If only his wife had ever shown such
enthusiasm. Hell, last night he'd had to make Kate suck
him off, had even been forced to threaten her before she
would do it. But not this hot little bitch. Christ,
she'd eat him alive!
Mela swirled her tongue expertly around the hungrily
throbbing tip and tasted with delight the pungent
maledom seeping from the thin vertical slit of his
cockhead. Her warm slippery saliva flowed freely as her
head bobbed furiously up and down, and she sucked as
though she were milking another woman's tit with her
mouth... a mammoth, milk-filled tit that was oozing
forth its slowly rising liquid of love. Her lips smacked
hard together as her mouth in its eager passion slipped
accidentally off the head and a lewd silver sheen of
saliva shone glisteningly on her chin.
The young girl bent again, kneeling now on the white
leather, and her hands came around the heavily pulsating
cock as her lips touched it in a long loving kiss. The
helplessly aroused girl feverishly worked at her partly
loosened boots with her heels, rubbing them together and
trying to scrape the offending leather from her.
"Ohhh... goddamn... goddamn!" The words grated out
Cole's tightly clenched teeth as he felt her ovaled lips
teasingly come down on him again. He could see the
rounded half-moons of her naked buttocks quivering where
she knelt over him; they had a narrow band of white,
inviting flesh at the bottoms of them where her skimpy
bikini bathing suit bottom was normally worn. Streaks of
fire were spiraling up his rigidly swollen cock and his
sperm-loaded balls felt as though they weighed two tons
and were filling up more every second!
Thick hot moisture was drooling down Mela's smooth upper
thighs on the inside, slipping from deep inside her
hotly steaming loins like a seeping spring. The sun beat
down on her back through the opened pink shirt, and her
buttocks felt as though a blast furnace had been opened
on them in the convertible for they were totally naked
to the open sky. Her heavy breasts, dangling like ripe
fruit, felt enormously full and filled with the growing
seed about to burst open. The soft silken blonde hair
swung down like a flaxen tent over the rancher's lust-
tightened testicles as she sucked on the warm hard flesh
of his cock. She could feel his darkly curling pubic
hair tickling her nose.
Reaching down Cole caught her face and pulled her head
up to him; "Ohh... Baby...!" He plunged his tongue deep
into her warm moist mouth that still tasted pungency of
himself. Now his own urgent screaming need created even
more liquid inside his aching loins. The hoarsely
breathing young girl's naked breasts felt incredibly
warm on his chest as he pulled her excitedly quivering
body to him, fiercely mashing the soft, fleshy tits
against him, while he fucked her whimperingly imploring
mouth with the hardness of his tongue.
Mela felt him effortlessly lift her and place her
tremblingly bare buttocks in a sitting position on the
top of the white leather seat. He kneeled between her
wide-spread knees with his throbbingly erect cock
pressed against the back of the seat, and ran his hands
wonderingly over the smoothly rounded mounds of her ass.
His tongue slid like hot lava down her throat while his
hands jerked the flimsy pink shirt off her arms and
threw it into the back seat of the convertible. The huge
rough hands were all over her excitedly writhing body as
he hunched down to rip the jeans the rest of the way off
her long tapered legs for the obstinate boots had
finally been kicked off. Then, she was completely naked!
Cole's eyes moved up the beautifully tanned flesh with
the breasts and lower loins whiter than the rest of her
sun-browned body. The panting young girl's legs were
spread wide out to brace and balance her on the top of
the car seat, and Kate's husband, his face inches from
her nakedly pulsating vagina, knelt in homage between
them, his hotly eager eyes devouring her like a starving
man who hadn't eaten in weeks. Goddamn! What a broad!
The muffled cries of his conscience were long since dead
and silenced.
"Oh God, Cole... Do something soon... I'm dying..." Mela
heard the moans coming out her own lust swollen throat
as Cole's greedily working hands found her hotly
seething breasts and held them up like two succulent
melons to his voraciously licking mouth. He was up on
his knees on the seat sucking them hungrily, and deep
gurgling sounds of intense passion came out of his
bronzed muscular chest. To him nothing else in the world
existed or mattered as he squeezed and sucked and
licked. Unbelievably sensual explosions, soft silent
explosions, went off in the frantically moaning girl's
flesh every time his teeth nipped teasingly at her
eagerly erect nipples. "Ohh... yessss... bite them...
bite them, lover... bite them hard..."
Supporting the twin peaks with his hands, Cole slid his
rapaciously craving tongue down the heiress's smooth,
tautly rippling belly to the curling blonde pubic hair
below. His tongue dug through the soft fleece like a
plow furrowing a field. He proceeded further, hunching
down to get at the perfumed pink mouth of her passion
drenched pussy and, with a low cry of victory, his
hungry mouth found the proud, ruby little lips of her
cunt, slickened and moist with the excitement of her
secretions. His nostrils flared as they caught the scent
of her cunted fragrance, and he could feel her hands
twisting in his hair pressing him ever inward to the
hotly hidden depths of her lurching young body.
"Ohhhhhh... God... God, Cole... ahhhh God!"
His hands moved to the nakedly silken hips and he
eagerly pulled them to his face in order to get his
tongue deeper into the trembling wet succulent, up there
between her smooth inner thighs. Mela arched up to him
so strenuously that her feet kept slipping on the sweat
streaked leather seat. Stiffening his tongue to a hard
point, Kate's husband rammed it mercilessly into the
young blonde's hotly pulsing pussy and felt the
restlessly rippling muscles deep inside the frenzied
girl's vagina begin to grab and clutch at it, trying to
capture the wet, teasing invader and draw it deeper up
inside.
***
Sweat was rolling down Kate's cheeks as she picked over
the blackberry bushes. The basket was almost full now.
Her hands were stained and her lips, too. The fat juicy
berries were too tempting not to eat your way along. Hot
with the sun and sweetly ripe, she ate another and moved
on down between the tangle of bushes. She shouldn't have
taken the time to go berrying.
It was getting close to noon. Well, for once the ranch
hands could eat sandwiches for lunch. There were plenty
of cold cuts. For supper there'd be blackberry pies, and
that ought to make up for the uninspired mid-day meal.
Suddenly, from the other side of the thicket, she heard
the loud quavering moan of a woman...
***
Tasting the musk-scented secretions of Mela's insanely
demanding young cunt, Kate's husband rammed his tongue
deeper inside the elastically clasping walls of the
young girl's quivering pussy while his hands boldly
roamed up and down the warm satin skin of her long
shapely thighs, then up and around the smoothly curved
buttocks before reaching her ripely voluptuous breasts.
He felt her fingers playing with his ears and then her
hands frantically plunged into his hair, turning and
tangling as they pulled his laboring mouth ever deeper
into her desperately heated cunt. The blonde heiress was
so turned on now that she was crying a ragged moan of
ever increasing urgency with each hot flick and stab of
his hotly teasing tongue!
***
Sandy cut the motor and got out. That was Kate's station
wagon parked there by the side of the road, and it
looked like there was no one in it. The big foreman
walked across the gravel road and looked inside... just
some stuff, a quilt, some packages, her purse. Hell, she
couldn't be far! He walked around the car and saw the
little rubbled path down the ditch as though someone had
slid down. Of course. The blackberry tangle down there.
Cole's wife must be down there picking.
"Kate?" Sandy called out from time to time as he went
through the mass of bushes. When he finally found her,
he almost stumbled over her, and for a moment he thought
she had hurt herself. She was standing as though frozen,
deaf and dumb to everything except what she was staring
at through a break in the bushes. The basket laden with
blackberries dangled lifelessly from her hand.
"Kate? ... You all right?"
She turned a pained and frozen face toward him blindly
as though she were a robot whose power source was
fading.
"What's the matter? You feel bad?" There was something
wrong with her.
Cole's wife didn't answer but turned away from him to
stare again at the scene beyond the thicket. Sandy bent
so he could see what she was staring at. His breath
caught sharply in his throat. Jesus Christ, God
Almighty! Down in the edge of the field a little below
the blackberry thicket was a red convertible. A naked
blonde girl was sitting on top of the seat of the car,
and a naked man was hunched down between her wide-spread
thighs, eating her hungrily grinding young pussy as
though he had gone stark raving mad. There was no other
red convertible for miles around, and no other streaked
blonde hair like that!
Involuntarily the big foreman's hands reached out and
bit into Kate's arms. She shook and quaked, and he
pulled her violently trembling body back against him,
for strangled, muffled moans were bubbling out of her
throat. The pain in his chest was tight and unrelenting.
That was Mela down there with her legs spread out like a
goddamn French whore and Cole Sutherland eating at her
young, blonde-fringed pussy like a maniac! God damn!
Sandy's hands bit deeper into Kate's arms as though they
were her husband's throat. Jesus! A murderous rage was
rising in the big sandy-haired man that literally
blurred the naked bodies with a red haze.
"Ohh, noooo!" Kate moaned and the moans were bleats of
anguish that tore from her chest to come out in pitiful
small agonized sounds. She wasn't sure whether they came
from her or from Sandy whom she hung on to as though he
were a lifeline. She would have fallen without him.
There seemed no way to contain the pain that ripped
through her body so unmercifully. It went on and on with
the inevitable certitude of a chill that racked one with
the shivers of the damned. Dimly she wondered how long
she could endure such pain.
Her eyes were glued to the nakedly writhing and groaning
bodies. She didn't even know the girl... had never seen
her. Cole had come home from France only last night, and
today he was burying his face in another woman's vagina
and sucking up between her lewdly spread thighs as
though he was actually enjoying the wickedly perverted
act. The woman was pulling his face into her as if she
could never get enough of his scorching tongue. Oh God!
What have I done, Kate wondered, to deserve this kind of
hell?
Sandy held Kate's limp but straining body back hard
against him. It seemed like her inner fiber was
quivering with agony under the limp-with-shock muscles.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the salacious
spectacle any more than the rancher's wife could.
He could see Kate's husband's big hands come up to cup
and massage the beautifully naked breasts that Sandy'd
thought were going to be only his, could see Cole's
hands sliding like they owned it over the eager, nakedly
writhing body that should have been his right! God damn
it! He'd kill the sonofabitch! He'd kill them both! It
was as though his whole life had been spent on a turn of
the cards and that he'd known for sure he was going to
win but now a sneaky bastard had cut him out and his
whole life was going down the drain and there'd be no
other chance.
Suddenly Mela's whitely tapered legs shot straight out,
and the two naked bodies came together in a heap as the
seat fell back, making a bed out of the car's interior.
In her frantic twistings Mela had hit the seat button
with her foot.
Silent sobs were shaking Kate now and the foreman felt
her shudder against him. Sandy wrapped his arms around
her slender body and held her against his chest. Poor
Kate. That bastard Cole hardly home and here he was
licking another woman's pussy. His woman's pussy!
Breath came out of Kate in tiny gasps of pain as she
watched with stricken eyes the cavorting bodies of her
husband and the unknown girl. They were laughing at
being thrown so unexpectedly back. With the seat all the
way down, the woman still was spread wide, only now she
was lying on her back where she'd been sitting before
and Cole was crouching over her with his massively
throbbing penis, that great purple headed instrument
hanging down powerfully under him, enormous, ready,
hard, long and thick. That girl was going to get the
penis up inside her that Kate had been denied last
night. Oh God! She had to get out of here... but the
obscene spectacle did have a strange unearthly
fascination, masochistic in nature. If she stayed she
would be hurt even more by what she witnessed. Kate knew
she was powerless to move. She had to see this played
out... the lewd and lascivious pageant of her husband's
betrayal.
Sandy saw Mela reach up and grab his neighboring
rancher's cock; her hand looked small and white against
the bruising white rod. It was glistening and wet and
ponderously erect. He could see Mela stroke it expertly-
-as though she had been jacking off men all her life and
cup the sperm-bloated balls with her other hand. A
moment later, holding her breath, she pulled him down on
her by pressuring his stiffly pulsating cock forward
until it rested tightly against her wetly quivering
cuntal lips! Oh Christ! If only she was doing that to
me, Sandy thought.
The foreman's arms tightened convulsively around Cole's
wife, and his hand of its own accord found the fleshy
fullness of her breast, shaking and quivering in despair
and shock. His other hand clutched the curve of her hip,
and he ardently pulled her back into him and onto the
long rigidness of his throbbing cock which had grown
heavily in his jeans just from watching the obscene
performance down there in the car.
"Ohhhh... oohhhh... noooooo!" Kate whimpered in her
pained agony, her arm coming up to struggle feebly with
the hand enclosing her breast so fiercely. It couldn't
be! Sandy's hand didn't belong there... but it felt
good... it felt almost the way Cole's hand used to...
the way her husband's had looked on that strange young
girl's breast.
Kate wanted desperately to close her eyes and open them
to find it was all a terrifying nightmare It had to be!
It couldn't be real. She'd just been picking
blackberries; muffled sounds had come through the
thicket and then she'd seen a flash of red; and when she
squirmed closer she'd seen it... the whole horrible
degrading scene. A nightmare! At first she hadn't even
recognized her husband with his face buried so hungrily
in that blonde girl's naked vagina, and then he'd raised
his mouth and face, and a knife had plunged into her
heart, and she felt as though she was bleeding
internally and the flow went on and on and it hurt more
and more!
Behind her, the foreman's hand hungrily squeezed at her
fleshy tits, but somehow, that didn't hurt...
***
Cole poised on his toes, the head of his aching cock
touching Mela's eagerly throbbing pussy. He could feel
her incredibly soft pubic hair--like a rabbit's fur--and
the swollen, moistly slickened flesh of her fevered
cuntal opening nibbling hotly at the head of his cock.
Jesus! He was going right out of his mind! There was
something wildly exciting about fucking a woman out here
in broad daylight with the bees and flies buzzing and
the stillness of the earth around them and the air hot
on their sweat-streaked bodies... God... it was
indescribably sensual.
Arching her hips, the wide-eyed and panting young
heiress let go of Cole's thick fleshy rod and slid her
hands around his hips, feeling the flexed muscles of his
powerful buttocks like iron heated to a white hot heat.
She looked up at him and groaned pleadingly. If eyes
could fuck... his were actually fucking hers now as he
hung poised above her, the angrily pulsating head oozing
impatiently against her hotly twitching cuntal lips.
Suddenly his cock took the cue of his eyes, and he
lunged forward with a loud groan of rapture, shoving his
hips forward at the same time, causing the huge muscular
pole to slip through the elastic rimmed tightness of her
pussy's outer lips and ram without hesitation deep into
the smooth fleshy walls of the warmly convulsing
passage. When he hit bottom, his penis buried to the
hilt in her wildly writhing body, he simply opened his
mouth and groaned out his passion.
"OH GOD!"
"OH GOD! GOD YESSS! It hurts sooooo!!!" Mela screamed as
Kate's husband drove the full pulsating length of his
hotly distended cock far up into her madly undulating
belly with one great lunge! Oh god... nothing but Cole
Sutherland's magnificent penis had ever filled her so
deliciously and so completely.
She had to have his rampaging cock and she would never,
never let it go! Mela felt him lash his hotly moistened
tongue into her wide open mouth with the same animal
ferocity as his warmly throbbing penis had driven down
into her pussy. Down there she felt his cock pulsating
like an idling cylindrical engine that was ready to fire
into action!
***
Oh Jesus! He was in her now. Cole Sutherland had his
prick driven to the hilt in Sandy's woman... where the
ranch foreman had always wanted to be. From the very
first minute Sandy had gone to work years ago for old
man Meacham he'd wanted to pull down Mela's panties and
shove his own aching cock into her hot little cunt.
At sixteen she'd wiggled that curvaceous little ass
around like she was a professional whore advertising her
wares, and old man Meacham had sent her to that
finishing school in Switzerland to keep her out of
trouble. In the six years since, she'd only come home
briefly. It was as though the girl couldn't stand the
ranch once she had tasted Europe. Sandy hadn't been able
to see that she needed much finishing when she went
away, but he had to admit that each time the girl came
home she was a little more poised and polished, and a
helluva lot more seductive.
Only now it was high class seductiveness, not school
girl instinct. At sixteen Mela had been a child to the
ranch foreman's thirty-one years... a provocative
child... but at twenty-two she was a woman not at all
too young for his thirty-seven. And now there she was
out there fucking in her convertible with that goddamned
Cole Sutherland who already had a ranch and a wife...
damned nice wife too...!
Sandy's hand closed tighter on Kate's breast. Christ...
with all that going on down there in the convertible and
his own balls aching like they had a million needles in
them... he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Cole's
wife was crying now and the sobs that she tried to
stifle shook her whole body. Sandy pulled her even
closer back against him and his head went down against
her sun warmed throat.
"Shhh... it's all right... shhh, Kate baby... don't
carry on so... shhh... it's going to be all right..." he
whispered against her hair, smelling of sunshine mixed
with the faint scent of honeysuckle. From this angle the
foreman could see the straining tops of Kate's full
fleshy tits above the scoop-necked blue gingham shift
she wore. His suddenly eager lips trailed along the
graceful curve of her neck, and his hand brushed over
the swelling mounds of both breasts, squeezing them
together through the cloth; but even his big hand
couldn't contain the fullness of the two firmly
protruding mounds.
It wasn't his idea... it was the situation and the
degrading scene below them... and the betrayal! That
bastard Sutherland deserved it! By God! Why not? Cole
and Mela were having their fun... fucking themselves
into oblivion right out there in the hot open sun. Why
shouldn't he and Kate have a little? Hell, yes! His hand
was already ahead of his brain, and it slithered inside
the loosely gaping top of Kate's cotton dress where it
insinuated itself inside the soft nylon bra to cup the
lusciously heaving breast. He felt the tiny rubbery
nipple harden and pop out immediately into his palm.
"No, Sandy, we mustn't," she groaned, and then
shuddered. The foreman couldn't tell whether the
movement came from fear... or the excitement of his hand
locked tightly around her naked tit.
***
The writhing bodies on the white leather seat blurred
before Kate's disbelieving eyes as the tears coursed
down her cheeks in torrents. Dimly, she heard Sandy's
words and felt his hands and arms, hard and yet
strangely soothing in this hour of need.
A tiny corner of her mind was screaming in warning about
the strange hand on her bare breast, the strong male
lips moving boldly on her throat. And then another hand
began gently caressing her taut belly; it stroked down
to her helplessly trembling thighs as though reassuring
her, and then came back up again lifting the hem of her
dress, revealing her long slender legs and the yellow
satin bikini panties that clung tightly to the smoothly
rounded buttocks.
Behind her she felt Sandy shift his weight and then an
impatiently grinding bulge was pressing into the tightly
clenched crevice of her ass cheeks. That tiny voice of
conscience was receding and growing fainter and fainter
as wave after wave of sensuous feeling roared like a hot
implacable tide from firmly flexed buttocks to the
throbbing hungry pit of her belly.
***
The sun was beating on Cole's back in a slow pulse that
seemed to bear down in time with his long powerful
thrusts into the hot, wetly sucking hollow up between
Mela's insanely quivering thighs. Her legs were wrapped
around his naked buttocks, and she used her heels like
spurs to urge him on to a deeper penetration. Cole
arched up, pulling his throbbing thick length of cock
flesh almost all the way out as his hands caught the
young girl's frantically bobbing breasts. He began
licking them in rhythm with his wildly pulsating cock
beating like a maddened metronome just inside the warm
damp entrance of her open cunt!
"Ohhh... Lover... lick me... suck me... ohhhh!" The
writhing blonde heiress chanted softly, undulating her
hips tip in the age-old twist of the belly dancer in an
effort to force the long, beautiful length of Cole's
commanding hardness back up deep inside her belly where
she wanted it most.
His rapacious tongue licked the hardness of her nipples
and the surrounding softness of her tit, and she felt
the tiny radiating explosions start from the warmly
wonderful wetness of her nipples and spread through her
flesh in wildly bursting flowers of lust! Oh God! He was
a good fucker... the best... and he was going to be
hers! She didn't care a damn if he was keeping three
wives... he was going to be hers alone. She had searched
for the likes of him all her young life and now she'd
found him!
"Goddamn! ... Oh baby..." Cole gritted through tightly
clenched teeth as his desire-hardened cock worked its
way deep and deeper up inside her hungrily rippling
belly. Christ! Her hot little cunt closed on him like a
vise... a hot, wet, tight, clasping, clenching, milking
vise. The vaginal muscles up between Mela's widespread
thighs rippled and squeezed and clutched, massaging him
like the million practiced fingers of a masseuse...
pulling voraciously at the hotly building sperm in his
testicles whether he wanted it or not... and oh GOD! He
wanted it! He could feel the seething pressure in his
balls, and his prick was on fire with the spirals of
flaming lust that encased and surrounded his pulsating
solid pole of flesh sunk so deeply and so tightly into
her greedily pulling vagina!
Mela felt the hot, hard-muscled back under her hands and
the mammoth pulsing hardness fucking deeper and deeper
into her belly, so deep that it felt like Cole was
ramming it up out the back of her throat, as though he
had impaled her whole body on his giant cock, and she
was helplessly impaled all the way through! Her eyes
were closed against the terrible sun but she needed no
sight to know what was happening to her body! She could
feel every ridge and muscle and straining action, every
inch of him. Even so, she wanted more; her heels came up
to lock behind his calves that clenched and worked
tightly in his labor, and her thighs closed around his
lean stone hard hips, male and aggressive as the rest of
him!
The words came tumbling out her throat and lips, kissing
the words into the bronzed neck and ear, "Fuck me... oh,
Cole lover... fuck me like you never fucked before...
fuck me hard... harder, lover... harder...!" The young
heiress's hips gyrated and rotated wildly to squeeze
every ounce of his solid male flesh into her hotly
seething depths as his wildly thrusting cock pumped in
and out in a fevered rhythm of uncontrolled passion that
was building every second. "You're my man... my man,
lover... and I'm your woman... Oh God... FUCKKK MEEEE!"
***
Kate's eyes fluttered and the sobs shook her from head
to foot as she heard the young girl's wanton shriek. She
could see even through her tears that her husband, Cole,
was humping that woman... fucking like one of his bulls
might and snorting like an animal in his lewdly building
pleasure! How could he feel such erotic passion with
another woman? And then her own flesh answered her.
Sandy's big hands were cupping her naked breasts from
behind, and she could feel the lasciviously traitorous
sensations shoot through her. Her nipples popped out
like tiny sensitive noses into his palms and the strange
breathless calm that precludes a later raging storm was
sweeping over her! Oh God! What was happening? How had
she gotten here with Sandy Gayman? And then she knew!
Vengeance grew deep inside her as she heard the woman
down there cry out in her passion... cry out as Cole,
her Cole, fucked her almost into oblivion! By God... two
could play at that game!
Sandy held the hurt, angrily trembling body of Kate and
pressed her beautiful, curvaceous softness back into the
hardness of his cock that thrust and strained against
the bindings of his jeans. Christ! He was so hot now
that he could think of nothing more than laying her down
on her back and fucking her right on the grass under the
blackberry bushes. He wanted to rip away the clothes
that separated them and plunge his vengeance minded cock
up into her! It would ease the pain and bitter gall in
both of them. That bastard, Cole, and the bitch whore
Mela, deserved it. No one ever deserved it more!
Suddenly Sandy turned Kate in his arms and crushed her
to him, struggling to get the whole supple length of her
pressed into his fiercely burning flesh. His lips came
down hard on her half open mouth, and his hot tongue met
hers as it darted into the warm wet cave of her mouth.
He tongue fucked her for a long minute, his hands
clutching her soft, thinly covered ass cheeks through
her panties as he ground his pulsating rod into her
rapidly awakening cunt like the end of the earth was at
hand!
The kiss triggered something wildly exhilarating in
Cole's wife, something that never had been there before
with any man other than her husband. She wanted it...
she wanted it terribly! Her arms went up and her hands
found the back of Sandy's strong thick neck; she
flaunted herself into him, feeling the pain easing and
being obliterated in the overwhelming wave of lust that
was on her like a sudden summer thunder storm.
Yes! This was what she needed! A man who understood her
anguish and her need. She felt his big capable hands
frantically kneading the smoothness of her buttocks and
his fingers were like mitts of fire burning through her
flimsy panties. Then, without warning, his hotly
foraging hands found her cool bare skin and they slid
inside the yellow satin panties to cup her nakedly
quivering pubic mound. She pushed up tight against him,
not really knowing whether she was trying to trap the
hand and hold it motionless... or cooperate!
"To hell with Cole and Mela... let's get out of here,
Kate... let's get out of here and go someplace..." Sandy
urgently whispered against her temple as his other hand
gently stroked up her naked back.
"Mela? Mela Meacham? ... Is that who?" Kate drew back in
dismay, staring up at him.
"That's her... the old man's daughter... come on, Kate,
honey... let's go... back to my place."
"Oh my god!" She burst into sobs again.
Sandy could see that Kate's tearful eyes were stunned.
She was as weak and defenseless as a kitten when he half
carried, half dragged her as quietly as he could back up
through the blackberry thicket. When finally they got to
the road where her wagon and his pickup were parked,
they were panting and the sweat was pouring down their
faces.
Kate leaned weakly against the fender of his truck. The
big foreman put the basket of berries into the car for
her while she stood there, breathing heavily and
watching him. She could feel the slippery moisture
seeping down the insides of her still trembling thighs
and could not fool herself that it was all sweat. She
looked at him... a big, lean-hipped man, so like her
husband, with his huge shoulders and work hardened hands
and thick neck burned by the sun. What would it be like
to be fucked by him? God knows she wanted someone.
Then she gasped. Oh no, it was wrong! Terribly wrong!
Paying Cole back by letting another man fuck her wasn't
the way. What good would it do to lower herself to the
level of those nakedly straining bodies back there?
She'd be forever sorry and remorseful, and she could
never look their neighbor, Sandy Gayman, in the face
again if she did what her traitorous body was screaming
for her to do. No! She mustn't.
Quickly she walked around the car and got into the
driver's seat. Sandy came around and leaned on the door
frame, his hand coming in the open window and cupping
her face. She flinched, knowing they must have been
insane back there in the blackberry thicket.
"See you in a few minutes, Kate..."
"No, Sandy... no... not now--not ever!" Her face had
closed, and Sandy could see that she couldn't even look
at him. She fumbled in her purse for the car keys.
"We have to forget this ever happened... forget what we
saw back there. Decent people don't act that way."
"But, Kate... it ain't right. And you need it, bad as
me."
"Two wrongs never made a right, Sandy. I'll be going
now."
The lean, rough-hewn ranch foreman stood in the middle
of the road swearing softly to himself and watching the
dust fly up in a cloud from Kate's swiftly spinning
wheels. Goddamn women all to hell anyway! They were only
good for one thing, to lay on their backs and fuck, and
by God they welched on that every chance they got! He
slapped his hat against his dusty thighs and climbed in
the pickup.
***
Cole Sutherland dug his hands under Mela's hotly
grinding ass cheeks and strained her violently gripping
cunt hard up against his pelvis, for the heat was in him
like a boiling vat of oil that threatened to spill over
at any moment! He wildly, insanely fucked his heavy,
lust-inflated cock in and out, increasing the rhythm and
pounding harder and deeper up between her wide open
thighs with every thrust. The blonde young ranch heiress
was babbling incoherently and her disheveled flaxen hair
tossed wildly as her head thrashed uncontrollably from
side to side. Cole sensed her time was nearing. A flush
had spread over her shoulders in mottled patches, and he
knew she was only moments away from cumming for he could
feel the burning, churning pressure bubbling up in his
own balls almost to the screaming point! Then the wet
licking sound in his ears was her tongue fucking
desperately into the sensitive opening, whining and
moaning into it lewdly and lasciviously as his huge,
blunt headed hardness beat solidly like a hammer into
her wide-splayed young pussy.
"Come on... fuck back, baby," he panted. "Fuck back...
oh Jesus... FUCKKK!"
The sweat was pouring from their naked bodies and Mela
could feel the slippery flesh of Cole's huge muscular
back, and her thighs were slipping and sliding around
his hips as she clutched and arched and bucked around
him.
"OOHHHH... OOHHHH GOD... OHHHH!" Mela screamed and Cole
felt her legs clamp tighter and more possessively around
his waist as the young girl opened her heatedly
pulsating vagina as wide as she could to his hard
driving prick. He looked down between them and could see
his wetly glistening penis disappearing into the
incredible softness of the hair-fringed pussy locked
around his cock, milking it so salaciously, so wildly.
His hips drove harder and his ass muscles clenched,
driving the huge wedge of solid flesh up into the
writhing girl's belly with the force of a jackhammer.
Suddenly he felt Mela arch up and quiver with her legs
locked octopus-like around him. Her scream of orgasm
would have wakened the dead.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH... OOOHHHHHHHH!"
The sweat poured into his eyes and he was deafened, and
then the echoing roar was coming from deep inside his
own body, and the whole damn tucking world split as the
mighty stream of dammed up liquid lust came screaming
down the tightly constricted channel of his bursting
cock to explode like a stick of dynamite far up inside
her greedily accepting little belly.
Mela heard Cole's strangled cries of pleasure mingling
with the animal screams of lust boiling out her own
laxly open mouth. They were verbal expressions of the
tumultuously churning rapture bursting inside her own
flesh, and she vaguely thought the sun overhead must
have surely orgasmed with them, and the whole fucking
universe was orbiting with them, and frankly, she didn't
care if the world ended right now!
The boiling white hot spurts of sperm hosed deep up
inside the young girl's body to pool and mix and swirl
with her own flood gushing hotly through her cock-filled
cunt. But still it continued to come on, and her wildly
thrashing body was undergoing a never-ending climax that
seemed to go on and on and on. Jesus! There'd never been
a fuck like it!
Mela could feel their bodies still jerking spasmodically
against each other, bone slamming on bone and flesh into
flesh and cum and love juice raining all around in all-
consuming blissful rapture. God! Nobody could fuck like
Cole Sutherland! She wondered vaguely what his wife' was
like, and if Mrs. Sutherland knew that she was going to
lose her husband to a better woman.
At last Cole felt himself thrusting slower and slower,
and the streams, of cum, creaming deep up in the young
blonde's belly, subsiding and receding. His now emptied
balls had almost spent themselves and were slapping
softer and softer against her still slowly, hungrily
grinding ass cheeks, and the world was rapidly coming
into focus again. He was at peace.
Mela took a deep sigh. She looked at him, squinting
against the glare, and she whispered softly, "Together
we're going to have the biggest ranch in South Dakota,
partner."
-= Chapter 3 =-
Angel Orellio looked down at the pile of sandwiches
resentfully. Sandwiches he could get in the city. All
the God damned gringo sandwiches he wanted. But who
wanted the soggy, bread thick mess? Tortillas and beans
would have been better and cheaper, too, if the senor
was stingy. Working hombres like he did, they needed a
hot meal.
Angel looked up to watch Kate Sutherland pouring the
iced tea. Her face looked different, as though all the
spirit had been drained out of it. Maybe it was her who
didn't want to cook. Well, by God, he didn't come here
to eat slop!
"You got the tortillas?"
Kate looked startled. "Well, yes... but they're down in
the freezer, Angel. I... Ah... I didn't want to heat up
the kitchen at lunch time."
Angel shrugged and bit into a thick ham sandwich. Frozen
tortillas. Jesus Christo! That was what was wrong with
the whole damn country. Wrap it up, store it away,
freeze it, mash it, make it instant. No time for
anything to make a man comfortable. Even his drunken,
almost screaming foster mother took more time and more
care. He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for his
mother. It was either this, or working at the damn shoe
factory like his parole officer had wanted him to do.
Fuck 'em all! He looked up to find Eric frowning and
shaking his head at him when Kate's back was turned.
They ate and it was pretty quiet. The grande had not
come for lunch today. Only the foreman Frank and Eric
and the woman, but no one else. The weather-beaten Frank
was going on about how nice it was to have Mr.
Sutherland back home again. Angel thought his woman did
not think so. She looked tired and her smile was
automatic and closed. Angel wondered if she hadn't liked
the homecoming fuck the big rancher must have thrown her
last night.
While he played the guitar by the fish pond Angel had
known what was going on upstairs in the bedroom. Later
he had gone down to the barn and unloaded his wad in a
yearling cow. Dios Mio not even any puta whores in this
damned country. But the little school teacher! The one
who had eaten there last night... she was soft and
white, and old enough so that if he made it look right
they couldn't possibly get him for rape. That one he
would luck soon and then he could go back to
civilization where girls and tortillas were easy to get.
Kate went wearily up the stairs alter they'd gone and
took off the fresh dress she'd put on before lunch.
Cole had not even called to lie and say he wouldn't be
home at noon. She looked at her naked body in the mirror
and wondered if her heated flesh would have led her to
really betray her marriage vows if the circumstances had
been different. Would she have thrown her naked body
into Sandy Gayman the way that woman... Mela Meacham,
he'd called her... had done with Cole? Kate shuddered
for she knew how close she had come to doing just that
in the pain and anguish of seeing her husband fucking
old man Meacham's daughter.
With her back to the mirror, she put on a blue swim
suit. She couldn't bear to even look at herself,
remembering Sandy's big hands and where they'd been on
her nakedly quivering flesh.
How could Cole have done it? How could it have happened
so quick? Through the years they'd heard now and then
that Meacham's daughter was home from Europe for a short
vacation but they'd never seen her. The girl had come
and gone so quickly that it almost seemed the old man
didn't want anybody to see her... even though he spoke
of her proudly once in a while. How could her husband,
who had never seen her before today, be out there
fucking that Meacham girl only a few minutes after he'd
met her?
A cold apprehension clutched Kate's heart. Maybe Cole
had seen her on her brief visits home. Oh God! Maybe
he'd been fucking her when she was home. Maybe that's
why no one ever saw her. Kate tried desperately to
remember if her husband had ever been away when the
Meacham girl had been home, but it was useless. She
couldn't even remember the last time the poor old man
had mentioned that his daughter was home.
Her thoughts continued to churn as she walked downstairs
and went outside. Fifty yards away, Eric looked up,
straightening his back. He wiped the sweat from his
dripping brow. He set the cement bucket down and
stretched, looking out at the shimmering heat that lay
like a blanket over the fields. His alert eyes caught
the slim figure walking down the gentle slope of lawn
from the house. It was the boss' wife going for her
afternoon swim. It was too far away to see much, but the
long easy stride of her tanned legs and the shockingly
tight blue swim suit caused Eric's groin to tighten in
desire. Someday, he would have a good woman like that!
He was still daydreaming about her when she disappeared
behind the trees a few moments later...
The water was soupy and warm on the surface from the
sun, but it was cold and clean underneath. Kate swam and
dove and drove herself back and forth across the pond
until she was exhausted. But even underneath the cold
green water she could see those nakedly writhing bodies
before her eyes. Oh dear heaven, what did you do when
you found your husband fucking another woman! How did
you ever ease the pain?
At last she climbed wearily up on the little pier where
they moored the row boat. She lay panting for long
minutes while her body dried. At last, she made her way
through the bushes to her secret sunning spot that was
hidden from the driveway, the house, and even the barns.
Her geese were still swimming lazily around, happily
pulling the lettuce leaves from the banks where she'd
scattered them earlier.
"Here, Goosey... here, babies... here Goosey..." But
they ignored her and went blithely floating away from
her. They were still babies and ordinarily followed her
everywhere; over in the pond, however, they became
independent little devils. She always had a terrible
time getting them out and back up to the house.
Kate picked up the old leather bound book and tried to
memorize the poem she was planning to read to the poetry
group. Cole had laughed about that, too. "Now how the
hell do you think you're going to get a bunch of
ranchers and their wives interested in poetry?" he'd
snorted. But she had to do all the things she did. The
loneliness of this country would drive you mad if you
were a woman and didn't have the hard physical labor of
the men at their work.
The gallery in town, the theater group, and the poetry
group had saved her sanity many a time. Her husband
didn't need any hobbies, she thought bitterly... he had
his women! It wasn't the baby she wanted that had turned
him off these past two years. It was other women. For
all she knew he might have a whole bevy of them
scattered around the countryside.
The book fell from her hands and Kate lay back on the
towel in her bower of bushes and reeds and trees. A
little wind fluttered the pages, hiding Browning's poem,
My Last Duchess...
Kate couldn't erase the memory of the character portrait
and wondered about the vivid Duke and his dead Duchess.
Was she, herself, like that poor young woman in the
poem... "She had a heart--how shall I say?--too soon
made glad... t'was not her husband's presence only,
called that spot of joy into the Duchess' cheek... she
liked whate'er she looked on and her looks went
everywhere..." Kate turned and rested her chin on her
hands.
Was it really her fault that Cole had gone off with
another woman... had she failed him inadvertently as
that poor young woman had or rather as her husband
thought she had? Was Cole really trying to tell her
something important when he objected to her projects and
groups and activities. Was he really saying that she
didn't pay enough attention to him... that he was
jealous of her time spent on other things and other
people? Oh God, she didn't know! If only she hadn't seen
him naked with that girl... if only she could erase the
awful memory from her brain. Kate's hands gripped her
skull that was aching; her face came down against the
towel and her tears slid silently down into the
colorfully printed terrycloth.
The events of the morning had badly shaken her
composure. Really, how could she blame her husband for
what he had done when she, herself, had come so close to
doing exactly the same thing with Sandy Gayman. The
handsome foreman would never know the monumental self-
control that had been required to get into her station
wagon and drive away from him, while all the time her
loins and hotly seeping, shamelessly aroused vagina had
been pleading that she remain. Even now, over three
hours later, she still could feel those strange hands
familiarly caressing her heatedly straining breasts and
buttocks. Well, she thought dully, I'll get over it...
and so will Sandy. At least he has the ranch chores to
keep his mind off it.
Kate, however, had no way of knowing that instead of
cooling off, the sandy-haired foreman had found that his
anger and need to fuck her in revenge was growing more
painfully intense with each passing second. Christ, he
still had the goddamned hard-on! Then everything blew up
all at once when he came out of the horse barn and saw
the red convertible racing down the road toward town and
Mela's long bright hair streaming behind her.
That son of a bitch, Cole Sutherland, was driving! Five
minutes later, his face dark with rage, Sandy crunched
up to the Sutherland's sprawling ranch house. He knocked
and called "Kate," several times without success. The
wagon was there... she must be around somewhere.
Finally, he opened the door to the kitchen and stepped
in. "Kate? Hey, anybody home?" By God, if she was
upstairs taking a nap, he'd fuck her right there and not
give a shit how much she yelled.
The silence of the empty house echoed in his own ears.
It was the tall blonde kid with the eastern accent,
Eric, he said his name was, who told Sandy that Kate was
swimming. The big man didn't even mutter "thanks" as he
spun on his heel and made for the pond. By the time he
found her, his anger was cooling, but his painfully
throbbing erection had grown to monstrous proportions.
Kate sensed someone's eyes on her even before she heard
the rustling sound in the bushes. She looked up and saw
Sandy Gayman standing there with his hat in his hands
just staring hotly down at her. Kate could feel the
tension immediately growing like a live thing between
them again as he stood staring into her eyes.
At last he spoke, dropping down beside her on the towel.
"You've been crying some more?" He plucked a spear of
grass and chewed the end of it as Kate nodded dumbly.
"Don't think I'd waste my tears if I was you." Sandy lay
back in the grass, one hand pillowing his head. "I been
thinking... I don't rightly see how... what we saw could
have happened so fast... I mean I didn't think they even
knowed each other before. But now... I think they must
have. I don't know when or where... but they knew each
other before today. I'd bet my life on it."
"But where? How? When?" Kate whispered, sitting up.
"It wasn't here at the ranch. I been here for years...
ever since Mela was first sent to school in Switzerland.
I been here when she come home now and then. Never was
here more'n a week. No, I think they must have met up
when Cole went over to get that bull... in France."
"Of course!" she said eagerly. "I think you're right.
That would explain it."
"Fact is," the big foreman continued, "I was figuring on
marrying Mela myself when she got this running around
out of her system... I watched her since she was a kid."
"Oh, Sandy..." Kate's hand went out in quick sympathy to
Sandy's arm. "I didn't know... I didn't know that you
were hurting inside as much as I was... back there...
I'm so sorry for what my... my husband did."
Sandy, lying flat on his back, looked up into Kate's
sympathetic face. The loose chestnut hair was still damp
around her shoulders, the tanned fleshy swells of her
breasts were almost spilling out of the deeply plunging
blue swimsuit, and her blue eyes still had tears
trembling on the edge of the thick lashes. Grabbing her
hand he pulled her down across his chest and caught her
wetly trembling mouth, murmuring against it before he
kissed her, "No use being sorry..."
Kate squirmed and fought against the hard arms that had
caught her by surprise and held her captive. He'd seemed
so kind and sympathetic, but he only wanted to continue
that madness they had indulged in when they were hurting
so this morning. No! It was all wrong! They'd only be
perpetrating the horrible example they'd seen.
Holding her easily with his greater strength, Sandy
kissed her 'til her' soft, warm lips finally opened
slack under his and her breath was whistling out her
mouth in unintelligible little moans. Just like taming a
reluctant mare, he thought, and sat up with Kate in his
arms, holding her across his chest and lap. She was so
limp be thought she was going to faint.
It took all of her will power for Kate to tear her mouth
from Sandy's and all of her strength to fight her way
out of his arms. Then she tried to scramble away from
him, but he easily reached out and caught her again by
grabbing the breast band of her swim suit. "Come back
here, woman. Don't you think we got a right after this
morning?" he whispered fiercely. Kate felt the big man
pull her down against his chest again, then his arms
were holding and cradling her and he was rocking her
back and forth as though she were a child.
Sandy smoothed her hair with his free hand and whispered
to her, gentling her as he would a calf or a frightened
horse. There was a lot of woman here and he held her
close against him, crooning hypnotically and murmuring
as his lips brushed her hair, temples, eyelids, cheeks,
and ear lobes.
The big hands were soothing and surprisingly gentle as
Kate felt them tracing down the tight fullness of her
breast and thigh and then back up again. Sandy's fiery
lips burned her even though they brushed lightly, and
the rancher's wife could feel her trembling body, denied
relief for so long, responding immediately. The shivers
started on her skin and swept through her in swift
jagged little streaks, and she could hear his words echo
in her head over and over again, "Don't you think we got
a right? Don't you think we got a right?" Only unlike an
echo that fades, these words grew louder and louder
until they were a deafening drumbeat in her mind.
Catching her face with his free hand Sandy looked deep
into Kate's eyes so close below his. "The only comfort
in the world for what ails us is this," he whispered,
and his hot wet mouth came down hard again on her
helplessly trembling lips. He could feel her shiver in
his arms as though she had a chill. Christ! It was good
to hold a woman like this. If he couldn't have Mela for
his, then he'd have that bastard Cole Sutherland's
woman, by God!
Kate could feel her helpless shivering becoming
uncontrollable, and a deep sob that couldn't come out
sent a terrible ache through her rapidly heaving chest.
Now Sandy's mouth became as brutal as his hands had been
gentle; she could feel the hotly probing tongue working
deeper and deeper into her mouth, and she was letting
him. Mad! She had to be as mad as Cole to let this
happen with a man who wasn't her husband. Why hadn't she
sent the big foreman away when he first came? Because
she liked it! Oh God, maybe she'd secretly wanted this
to happen all along... that's why she hadn't sent him
away! Perhaps she'd known that he would try to strip her
naked again. Oh God, she was as bad as her own husband!
The scent in Sandy's nostrils was of sweet grass and
sweet clean woman, faintly damp and breathing life and
hope into him. Goddamn, but she tasted good, and the
long swelling curves of her fit into him so well. In his
mind's eye he could see the way the skimpy swim suit
clung to her like a second skin, cut so low in front in
a deep "V" that her full fleshy tits were more than half
out, so low in the back that the lower beginning curves
of her moon-shaped ass cheeks showed. His wildly
throbbing cock was beating painfully in his jeans, and
by God this time he was going to finish what he started!
Lying on her side, cradled in his arms, Kate couldn't
help but be aware of the fiercely pounding rod that
throbbed like a second heart against her side.
Everything about the neighboring ranch foreman felt hard
and male and oh so good. The all-watching monitor in her
brain was screaming warnings to her, but her traitorous
flesh was ignoring it by sending out tiny building
ripples of hot implacable lust all through her.
Suddenly, her arm moved up of its own volition under his
shirt to caress his broad hard back; and her other arm
wrapped itself around his neck, urging him down to her.
It was so good to be in a man's arms who wanted her...
really wanted her for no other reason but that he wanted
her!
The breath was rasping in great shudders out Sandy's
widely flared nostrils as his hot wet mouth moved
hungrily down Kate's throat. His big band slid off one
shoulder strap, and he kissed the warm nakedness of her
shoulder as he eased the top of the swim suit down even
further until the white, heavily ripened breast was
freed. The naked fleshy tit hung there for the plucking
like a mouth watering fruit that had fully matured. His
hand came up to weigh it and cup its warm firmness; his
thumb grazed the timidly cringing nipple until it burst
out involuntarily like a quickly sprouting seed.
"Oh God, Kate..." She heard him groan and his breath
seared her like fire as his hotly voracious mouth bent
to suck in her eagerly erect little nipple. The flame of
his tongue licked out and struck lightning flashes
through her flesh!
"Noooo, Sandy... noooo..." she whispered, pushing feebly
against his brawny shoulders with her hands, and all the
time her betraying breast seemed to swell under his
mouth with the hungrily searching nipple peaked into a
concentrated point of blissful sensation! Jagged streaks
of needle sharp pleasure radiated from his warmly wet
lips and tongue, an overpowering sensation that spread
rapidly through her breast to heat up her whole body. It
was then that Cole's wife knew she was close to losing a
battle that never should have begun.
"Mmm... mmmmmmmm," Sandy gurgled as he took the whole
tip of her softly quivering tit into his ravenously
working mouth and sucked with such fierce pressure that
Kate began trembling helplessly in his arms! His hand
held the warm silken heaviness up to his hungrily
searching mouth, and he tasted the clean woman sweet
flesh; it fed him, swelling his impatiently pounding
prick to a monstrous size that his tight, heavily
strained Levi's could never accommodate.
Oh God, Kate thought, what was happening to her? She'd
frozen with pain at the sight of her husband with
another woman, but here she was a few hours later, her
nakedly eager breast in another man's voraciously
sucking mouth and the animal lust stirring in her flesh
like an evil phoenix rising from the ashes of her lost
union with Cole.
She'd never wanted another man... not ever since she'd
been married, and here she was moaning and writhing
uncontrollably as the neighboring ranch foreman
teasingly sucked her, his hot hands all over her and his
man's words echoing in her head like the gospel, when
she knew all along they were only words of the moment,
expedient words to achieve his purpose. Suddenly she
stiffened for one condemning word exploded like a flash
bulb in her head. Adultery! My God, she was very close
to committing adultery!
Suddenly, Sandy felt Cole's wife go rigid in his arms.
The next second she'd sprung to her feet and looked
wildly down at him, her long hair in disarray and the
large white rounded spheres of her naked breasts
quivering in anguish. The only thing that kept her from
being completely naked was that dangling strip of nylon
clinging to the ripely flaring curves of her hips.
Quickly, before she could run, he reached up and jerked
the suit down her thighs. He gasped as his hungry eyes
saw the softly curling strands of chestnut cunt hair
triangling down between her legs. Christ! Sandy realized
for the first time that she was tanned all over... even
her tits and buttocks... a smoothly tanned, hot-blooded
woman. She stared at him in horror, her eyes as wild as
her hair. For a split second she gained down at his
hand, holding the blue nylon cloth around her knees, and
then she turned to run, frantically trying to twist free
of his grasp.
"Let me go... let me go... leave me alone... oh,
please," Kate panted, trying to run from this man who
would make her an adulteress. Sandy, however, hung on,
and when she tripped, he simply pulled her back onto the
blanket, then yanked the flimsy swim suit panties off
her feet as though he were peeling a ripe luscious
banana. She rolled away as he sought to return her to
his arms and, breathing heavily, regained her feet and
ran.
Jumping up, he tried to catch her but she plunged away,
sobbing and whimpering as she ran straight for the
water. His arms flailing, the big foreman beat his way
after her. He had already started to grab when she dove
into the pond. Suddenly, he was murderously angry! God
damn prick tease! Twice in one day was too goddamn much!
He jerked his clothes off, cursing when he struggled
with his boots, but finally he was free and as naked as
Kate, and he plunged into the cool green water after
her.
The breath was pumping laboriously through her lungs as
Kate swam in long smooth strokes. Behind her, she could
hear Sandy cursing on the shore but she didn't look
back. Get away! Just get away somewhere before the
ruggedly handsome man caused her to sink to Cole's
degraded level and become the same kind of wantonly
writhing animal as that girl today!
Cleaving the water expertly Sandy came relentlessly
after her, he wasn't letting Cole's wife get by with
this crap! By God, he was going to fuck her silly if it
was the last thing he did!
The geese came swimming toward Kate, making little
clucking gurgling noises of recognition. "No, Goosey...
no..." Kate gasped, trying to shoo them away and losing
her momentum as a result. Almost at once her foot was
grasped and her arms flailed frantically as she realized
that Sandy had caught her. Oh God, what now? She
struggled to free her leg but it was no use. It simply
gave him an anchor to pull himself up to her. Screaming
was no use. The barns were a long way off, and even if
by chance someone heard her how could she ever explain
being naked in the pond with Sandy Gayman? Kate felt his
arms slide around her nakedness and her heart almost
stopped!
"No, Sandy... it's wrong... it's terribly wrong...
please!"
Sandy was panting and blowing, his chest heaving from
the chill water and the sudden exertion and the anger.
His feet scissored the water to keep them both afloat.
"No... it's only fair... Cole fucked my woman... I'm
going to fuck his," he growled, trying to hold Kate and
keep them both afloat. His groin tightened like a knife
twisting as she held her nakedly cool flesh against his
own throbbingly hard nakedness under water. "Besides..."
he jerked her even closer, mashing her full, wetly
streaming breasts against his chest, "you want it as
much as I do. Stop being a hypocrite! I'm going to fuck
your teasing little cunt, baby... whether you like it or
not!"
Her mouth was captured in a vise-like kiss, and Kate
felt Sandy's massively rigid penis pressing like a huge
hot knife against her heaving belly. His hand slid
boldly down under the water to touch the moistly
quivering lips of her vagina. Finding the narrow wet
slit, he wormed his thick middle finger through the
cringing cuntal opening and was rewarded with a loud
moan of insuppressible rapture.
A whirlpool seemed to be sucking her into its very
center, into the depths of a sin she'd never even
imagined that she'd be tempted by. A blackness, too, was
sucking her, and that blackness was her own cravenly
wanton flesh that ignored and deceived her very decency-
-a decency that was crippled by desire now and therefore
utterly useless. She was impaled on that hard thrusting
finger that stabbed like a substitute penis into her so
brutally, but what made it worse was that she could
actually feel her own hotly rippling vaginal walls
closing hungrily around it.
His other hand was kneading the fearfully trembling
fullness of her buttocks. Even under water, her nipples
had been tempered to hardness by the scraping of his
powerful chest, and she had to cling to him or drown.
When the big foreman finally felt the sandy bottom
beneath his feet, he picked her up and carried the
violently shaking body back to the rumpled blanket. He
could see tears of helpless submission on her cheeks,
and her ripely curved body lay limply in his arms. All
the fight had gone out of Cole Sutherland's wife, and he
cradled her in his arms like a prize he had won. He
wasn't tired anymore! His proudly erect cock rubbed
hotly against her nakedly trembling buttocks with each
step back to the blanket. There he laid Kate's limp,
defenseless body on her towel and dropped down beside
her, propping himself up on one arm.
Kate lay crying quietly; her eyes closed, willing her
body to faint, to melt into the blackness of
unconsciousness so this nightmare would end. But the
awareness of her shamelessly aroused flesh would not
permit her this solace. She could feel their neighbor's
hungry eyes staring down at her nakedness and hear the
harsh labored breathing of him beside her. Oh dear
God... what had brought her to this? Had wanting a child
so badly started a chain of events from which there was
no returning, a long vicious chain that was ending in
her becoming an adulteress? Her head thrashed weakly and
she moaned, "No... no... no," as she wrestled hopelessly
with the traitorously rising passions of her body.
The lush curvaceousness of Kate Sutherland's body lying
helplessly beside him was a sight that Sandy would have
etched into his eyeballs if he lived to be a hundred!
His eyes devoured the fleshy fullness of her breasts,
the reddened erect nipples puckering up to him like
incredibly warm rubies, the fertile sweep of her tautly
quivering belly, the wetly curling chestnut pubic hair
above the sensuously curved thighs... all of it tanned
to a warm earth color that begged to be kissed and
tasted and bitten! Sandy could feel the urgent drawing
in of his testicles, and the hotly impatient growth of
his cock standing up at the lascivious sight of his
neighboring rancher's naked wife.
By god, he'd tame this happily married little bitch if
it was the last thing he ever did! Jesus Christ! It had
been a long time, waiting for Mela, with only whore
cunts to occasionally ease him. If Mela's pussy was
going to be a used one when he finally got her, then it
was only fair if that bastard Cole Sutherland got his
cunt rights violated, too.
"Ohhhh..." Kate hissed between tightly clenched teeth as
she felt Sandy's warmly wet mouth slide stealthily down
her throat and arm. It was as though a flame had licked
her shivering skin. Then holding her breath, she waited
as the ravenous mouth caught her straining nipple and
the big foreman's tongue rasped over its sensitive tip
resulting in an explosive flame that went straight into
her flesh and spread a hot glow all through her! It
gradually became a battle of wills.
She absolutely refused to look at him, but still felt
all of his passion through her, wildly excited flesh. In
areas where she least expected it, hotly wanton kisses
rained on her cringing body... the inside of her
elbow... her little toes... her palms... the temple...
behind the ear... the armpit... Kate suddenly couldn't
stand it anymore. He'd won. Men always won! Her own
eagerly writhing flesh could no longer stand the strain
of this intolerable torment; she knew the result was
inevitable.
Her body crumpled in the sweet agony of his teasing and
her own volcanically overpowering desire which was
rapidly reducing her to the mindless wanton state of
that terrible young blonde creature with Cole this
morning. She had become something less than a rational
human creature, and all she could think about was
getting relief. She opened her eyes for the first time
and cried out in a voice distorted with lust, "Do it! Do
it to me and get it over with!"
She felt him gather her in his arms and roll over on top
of her, and the heavy weight of him was a blessing that
pressed on her from above. His eyes were ablaze with
animal hunger and they burned deeply into her. She saw
his expression harden and become almost brutal as he
lewdly stared down. "Do what?" he demanded hoarsely, his
mouth scarcely an inch above hers.
"You know what!"
"No, tell me exactly what you want me to do to your hot
little cunt."
"Fuck it," Cole's wife hissed bitterly. "Go ahead and
fuck it! It's what you want to do! Use me like one of
your dirty prostitutes!"
Suddenly Sandy felt his control slipping and anger
flared in his mind. There was something about the way
the words came out of Kate's lips, an almost
imperceptible snarl of sarcasm and disgust in a voice
that was usually so kind. Now he was really madder than
hell again. Rich stuck-up bitch; he'd show her. He
jerked her violently trembling legs brutally apart with
his knees and shoved his tongue deeply into the hot
wetness of her mouth. His hand went down to guide his
wildly throbbing cock toward her passion drenched cunt.
And... with that first contact between his eagerly
pulsating cock and her helplessly quivering pussy, he
simply went mad. He ground his long, lust-hardened rod
vengefully in among the softly curling pubic hairs that
fringed the lips of her nakedly throbbing cuntal
opening. She had closed her eyes again as if she
couldn't bear to look at him.
"Open your eyes, you little bitch," he snarled. "Open
them and see the present big Daddy's got for you." Hell,
he knew for sure now what was wrong with her; she
thought she was too goddamned good to be fucked by a
mere foreman. That was it! She was a ranch owner's wife
and a common foreman wasn't good enough for her! Well,
by God he'd have her begging for it... and not
sarcastically, either. Oh, she'd beg and plead and moan
and cry to be fucked before he got through with her.
Cole Sutherland's wife felt the violently throbbing
hardness of his penis searching for the previously
unviolated opening to her restlessly stirring vagina.
Each jab of the huge, pulsating head of the neighboring
foreman's cock against her sensitive cuntal opening
resulted in new and ever greater waves of unwanted
ecstasy to surge throughout her entire being.
He was like an impatient stallion unable to find the
mare's hole at first time. She fought the insane urge to
reach down there and assist him. Then, abruptly, he
found it. The lust-hardened head sank through the tight
elastic opening and, without hesitation, rammed
unmercifully into the heated depths of her cringing
cunt, sending a shock wave of wildly excruciating pain
roaring before it.
"Aaaaagghhhh," she screeched, frantically pushing her
hands up against Sandy's powerful chest and twisting her
hips desperately around in a vain effort to escape the
brutal impalement of her open pussy.
The force of her neighbor's thrust into the tightly
resisting walls of Kate's vagina brought a long
sustained howl from her throat a noise which he quickly
muffled with his mouth Then there was the sound of his
own guttural moan as he felt the head of his cock slam
hard into her cervix and hit rock bottom! Christ! It was
like diving into a warm bottomless pool and hitting
concrete instead of water. The jar went all the way
through his throbbing penis from the head on back! God
damn! He hadn't meant to ram quite that hard. No wonder
she was yelling.
But, oh God! How good her pussy was! There was no other
goodness in the world like being deep inside a hot,
moistly clenching pussy again. Maybe he liked this one
of Kate's so much because he'd had to fight for it.
Whores didn't put up any fight, so when you got through
you hadn't accomplished much... but this filly... oh
Christ!
Cole Sutherland couldn't have used this little snatch
too much lately. It was warm and close and as tight as a
fur-lined, Vaseline greased glove... so tight it was
almost painful. He held still for a moment, then made
his cock jerk in the warm liquid depths of her now wide
stretched belly and felt an agony of pleasure race
through him like a forest fire raging through virgin
timber. He flexed his fleshy hardness again and was
rewarded with a low answering moan from her. She liked
that, he thought, and did it once more which caused her
eyes to blink suddenly open.
"Now I'm going to give you the fucking of your life,
baby," Sandy rasped, raising his head from her open,
stunned mouth and looking straight into her frightened
eyes, the pupils huge and staring.
Kate lay under the great hard body of Sandy Gayman,
feeling the pain of his enormous throbbing shaft sunk
into her flesh as far as it would go. It filled every
tiny millimeter of space, and, even more, for it pressed
painfully in her, stretching her tortured insides
further than they were made to be stretched. Thought and
sensation collided in her like crazed animals in a
closed space, bumping and butting blindly against each
other.
But one overriding thought emblazoned itself in her
brain. Cole Sutherland was the only man she had ever
known before, the only man who had ever made love to her
for he'd taken her a virgin. There was now a strange
penis deeply imbedded in her flesh, a strange manhood
stuck far up inside her body. This ranch foreman would
be the second man she had ever had... and she wondered
bitterly if her husband could even count the women he'd
known.
Suddenly all the hurt and all the agony of this morning
came pouring through her in a raging, blinding,
overwhelming surge of hatred and hurt and vengeance.
Cole had fucked a woman... lots of women... and by
breaking his wedding vows had dragged their marriage and
their love through the slime. Now she wanted her own
back! She would pay him back! Another man was inside
her; he was going to fuck her in broad daylight under
the open sky. Here he was--this other man--lying now
between her legs with his hotly throbbing prick stuck in
her like a bull's in a cow, and she didn't care... she
wanted him there! Kate Sutherland wanted Sandy Gayman to
fuck her! She felt deliciously lewd, for his invading
hardness in her vagina was sending rapturous sensations
through her; and she loved and wanted it! She would have
it! Now!
"Ohh, yes, Sandy," she breathed into his warm open
mouth, "fuck me... fuck me now!"
"Like you never had it before... never before, baby," he
said, pleased at the suddenness of her surrender.
Sandy could feel the tightly gripping hole of Kate's
moist vagina throbbing with an urgent need as the hot
walls of her cunt massaged his lust-inflamed pole,
squeezing inward around his hardness in little spasms of
lascivious pleasure. Teasing, Sandy pulled his fleshy
rod all the way out and heard Kate catch her breath in
disappointment. Grinning, he shoved his' hips forward
again and his prick slid into the ranch owner's wife
like a saber into a well oiled scabbard, the smoothly
moistened muscles of her pussy once more slipping around
him like a tightly skinning sheath!
"OOOOHHHH... Yessss," he moaned in ecstasy as he began
to fuck into her with slow deep strokes. The fiery
warmth of her insides, deep up there in her tightly
clenching belly, was radiated to him through the wetly,
heated walls of her cuntal passage. Her Joins moved
eagerly upward against him, opening all the way to
receive him, her lithe strength coming up to him and her
hips beginning to grind around hungrily as she began
fucking lewdly back at him in earnest.
Kate's arms went up to wrap tightly around her
neighboring foreman's neck, pulling him even closer to
her as she felt his hands dig under her frantically
pumping buttocks and cup her crotch up tighter to his
testicles. His lean muscular body, even bigger than
Cole's came down against her breasts, mashing their
roundness between them. His chest roughly scraped her
nipples, and she was struck by the contrast between its
male hardness with her softly yielding femininity. All
she could feel now was erotically sensitive flesh: his
hard, rigidly demanding penis buried deep in her soft,
warmly welcoming vagina.
"Ohhhhhh... Ohhhh God... soo good... Oh, darling..."
Sandy heard her chant huskily as he established a
rhythm, fucking into her in deep powerful strokes,
boring his hard, pulsating thickness into the softly
quivering slot of Kate's now wide-open pussy. At each
downstroke he felt her lift to him so that bone met bone
and pubic hair met pubic hair in a union of violence
that shook them both.
Every cell of their high-pitched, sensually heated flesh
keened with the pleasure of their coupling! Oh Goddamn!
Mrs. Kate Sutherland wasn't so snooty now, by God! She
was just another hot-blooded woman being fucked half to
death. She wanted his hot throbbing cock in her so bad
she was crooning and begging him on and squirming her
tight little pussy up to him like he was an animal in
heat.
The ranch owner's wife was lost now in a morass of
sexually lewd sensation that overrode her accusing brain
and left her a wantonly willing vessel for Sandy's
plundering cock. Her hands feverishly kneaded the
foreman's buttocks, those steel hard chunks of lean male
muscle, pulling him deeper and deeper into her as her
talon-like nails frantically dug into his naked flesh,
urging him on like the tips of a spur, a goad to incite
even more vigor in the delectable fucking of her still
heatedly unsatisfied cunt.
There was nothing in the world, she thought, like the
incredibly beautiful sensation of being fucked by a
passion maddened man! It had been so long since she'd
had any... and Cole, just home, was doing it with
another woman. But now, she didn't care. She had a man,
a man with a huge, hard penis that sent wild waves of
never-ending pleasure racing hotly through her flesh;
the foreman's cock was a thick fleshy surgeon's needle
stitching up her gaping wounds of loneliness and need.
Sandy covered Cole's wife's lust-contorted face with
feverish kisses as he mercilessly thrust into her
gluttonously embracing pussy. This wasn't the faking and
feigning of a cold-blooded whore, but the real and
desperately urgent need of a hot-blooded woman in heat.
Kate was moaning and writhing under him, her hips
rotating now in tiny, ever tightening circles of
entreaty that drove him wild with the ecstasy! Jesus
Christ! There'd never been anything like this!
He flicked his hips forward, flexing his ass at the same
time and causing a reflexive jerk of his aching cock
buried hotly inside her belly where there was no room
for any movement; the confining flesh of her fevered
womb gave before him, and an agonized cry of joy escaped
her whimpering mouth. She was tuned and quivering,
vibrating like a tuning fork with his every motion and
echoing his rapture in wailing animal mewls of pleasure.
Jesus! She seemed to be going out of her mind; she must
be close to cumming. His balls were constricted and so
tight with pressure they felt as if there was no safety
valve and they were going to explode and split his
scrotum wide open before he could empty them out in her
hotly clenching little cunt!
The foreman once again slid his hands under Kate's
wildly pumping buttocks, feeling their pliant warm
strength cupped in the palms of his hands as he raised
them off the soaked towel to obtain even greater access
to that raging fire deep within her fiercely undulating
loins. Reaching under her, he felt the warm, viscous
droplets of her vaginal secretions dribbling down the
widespread cleft of her soft, hair-lined pussy.
Christ! She was flooded with the stuff. It felt almost
as if he had already shot his load into her. His finger
slipped down the shadowy crevice until he felt the tiny
puckered hole of her anal opening. It, too, was
inundated by the lubricant. Without interrupting the
established rhythm of his fucking, he moistened the tip
of his finger in her warmly flowing vaginal juices and
slowly began pressing inward. The tight elastic opening
reluctantly began to give and suddenly the tip of his
finger popped smoothly into the spongy softness and slid
into the warm rubbery passage all the way up to the
first knuckle. Kate's body, jerked forward beneath him
and she gasped with the shock of pain. "Ahhhh...
AHHHHHH... It HURTS!"
Kate felt him worm his finger deeper and silenced her
protests as she realized that the pain in her backside,
although excruciating, was somehow lewdly exciting. Her
passionately trembling legs jerked wide apart to wave,
frantically, in the air above them as she automatically
squirmed her cringing buttocks back and away from that
shuddering, searing pain in her anus. The foreman
pressed in again and began worming the tormenting finger
in even deeper.
In spite of all her groaning, Sandy felt the ranch
owner's young wife tentatively screw her buttocks down
onto his probing finger and it slowly worked further and
further, far up into her until it was sucked into her
wildly flailing flesh all the way to the palm of his
hand. He began to rotate the invading finger, moving it
around and around in the warm buttery depths of her
virginal rectum. He listened, pleased, as her groans
gradually changed to whimpering moans of undisguised
pleasure.
"AAAAaaaaaggggg! OOOOHHHH! AAGGG!" Kate squealed as she
wildly pumped her loins up against him. The pain was
lessening and with it came an even higher level of
lasciviously rising rapture in her straining body. Oh
God! She was worse than Cole... she was depraved and
perverted to feel this good... she was lost and
wanton... and she didn't care! She wanted it... wanted
whatever Sandy gave her, for she had to have that
wonderfully life giving cock inside her forever!
Grinding down into her with all the powerful strength of
his hips, back and thighs, Sandy could feel the hotly
pulsating lips of her feverishly working cunt clasping
and unclasping like a feeding fish's mouth around his
huge fleshy cock. He fucked into her with everything he
had, straining to ram the last fraction of an inch of
his plundering prick up into her widespread cleft. New
wails of blissful pleasure gurgled from her as he
maintained the same savage rhythm with the thick finger
deeply sunk into her greedily sucking rectum.
"That's it, baby," he groaned. "Fuck... fuck it... Oh
God, fuck, fuck... FUUUCCCCKKK! Christ! Fuckkkkkkk!"
Jesus Christ, he'd never last at this rate.
"OHHHH... AAHHHAAGGG...!" Kate grunted and screamed
alternately as she felt him boring into her, fucking her
in perfect cadence with cock and finger, feeling the
bloated sensitive head of his penis slide past his
blunted finger in her asshole, with only the thin wall
of membrane separating them inside the fiery depths of
her lust inflamed body.
She was lost now in a morass of lewdly perverted, but
beautiful, sexual sensations from the dual ravishment of
her loins. A masochistic pleasure filled every part of
her from her violently quivering vagina to the top of
her wet brown hair. She could hear the sound of naked
flesh smacking on naked flesh as their wetly sweating
bodies worked rhythmically together, and heard a loud
moist sluicing noise with each jackhammer stroke of his
hugely swollen cock and driving finger as they slammed
into her wildly wanton body with ever-increasing fury.
Oh God! She was so close to cumming.
She tried to inform the fiercely laboring foreman that
she was close, but no intelligible words could break
free of her desire-tightened throat. She did tell him in
other ways though, by twisting and turning, every part
of her naked loins beneath him expressing the obvious
ecstasy she was experiencing as she jerked her
widespread knees back up to her shoulders and opened to
him her now completely exposed cunt to do with as he
would.
Sandy's long thickened prick expanded even more and he
could feel the burning sensation deep up in his loins
that told him release was not far away now. Wildly, he
drove harder, plunging in ravaging thrusts deeper and
harder into her hotly churning depths that were clasping
and milking him frantically!
Sandy jerked his finger from her wildly clenching
asshole and clutched her desperately to him, her flowing
cunt taking all of his giant battering cock up into her
as he plunged harder, deeper, faster!
She shrieked piercingly; the unbearable rapture of the
truthful moment contorting her beautiful face and her
nails unmercifully raking his back in deep furrows of
bloody abandon.
Sandy felt the convulsions of her furiously jerking body
thrashing under him, and the realization that it was he
who had brought on this powerfully exploding orgasm,
that it was his, Sandy Gayman's, cock that had given
Cole Sutherland's wife this fuck of her life. He
fiercely gripped the smooth rounded cheeks of her ass
with crushing strength, and with surging strokes he
pistoned in and out of her, oblivious to everything but
that demanding, desperate need in his sperm-bloated
balls. Sweat pouring from his brow, teeth gritted, eyes
closed, he cried out a toneless groan that he didn't
recognize as his own voice, "I'm CUMMIINNGGGGG!"
His violently exploding penis hosed boiling white sperm
down the long hard length of his pulsating shaft and
hotly spewed into her, splattering the scalding liquid
deep up into the hotly convulsing depths of her womb!
Jerking and pumping like a lassoed wild stallion, his
crazily jerking cock continued to shoot out its cum,
streaming and gushing and squirting on and on and on.
Kate had felt his cumming deep up in her belly and it
triggered her second orgasm. Her body convulsed and
expanded, and her flesh seemed to melt into the grass as
the stars blew themselves up in blinding flashes of
light while the universe orbited with the speed and heat
of a million comets colliding at once deep inside her
cum flooded vagina. The kaleidoscope wheeled on and on,
and the changing color and bits of time montaged to new
patterns of crystal clear light. The world was good.
Then, wearily, there was nothing... the bliss and peace
of nothingness!
-= Chapter 4 =-
The windows were wide open and the curtains stirred
feebly at the openings for the small breeze was fitful.
The Grange Hall was like a furnace even though it was
getting dark. Kate looked up at the gay streamers draped
from the light fixtures to the walls. There were still
the flags to put up but her back was aching. Pies still
had to be baked at home too, and put in the freezer for
the dance.
"I think I'm going now. We'll just have to finish this
later. I still have pies to do at home."
Gwen brushed her hair back from her forehead and looked
up at Kate. "There's still the flags. Why don't I finish
up for you?"
From on top of the ladder Angel heard. "Senora Kate... I
can stay and help to finish up."
Eric looked up, amazed that Angel was actually offering
to do anything. Then he got it. That stupid idiot
thought he was going to get to be alone with Gwen
Carter. Damn fool! Did he think a 23-year-old beautiful
girl like that, an educated teacher, would look at a 17-
year-old Mexican kid from the slums? Let him find out
for himself. Besides Eric wanted to ride home with Kate
anyway. He needed to study her. Someday he was going to
have a wife exactly like her. If he worked hard, kept
his nose clean, got a business for himself, then he'd go
looking until he found one.
From the top of the ladder Angel heard the station wagon
drive away and the sound of it recede down the road. The
big hall echoed with the slightest sound. He watched
Gwen moving around below him. In spite of the fact that
she wasn't five feet tall, she was built... really
built! Angel never had cared for tiny girls before, but
she was so tasty that he just had to try it. Her blonde
hair was caught in two parts and tied behind her ears.
>From this angle he could see the tops of her warmly
swelling breasts, for she wore a white peasant blouse
that bared her creamy shoulders and a short full-
flowered skirt that revealed her legs from mid-thigh on
down. Every time she bent over to pick up another flag
he could see the fleshy twin mounds, and his palms
itched as his groin tightened.
"You through up there, Angel?" She peered up at him, her
white throat lifting as her head bent back to look up at
him. It was now or never, he thought. He was going to
have that white meat and shove his lonely deprived cock
into some real blonde cunt hairs. The only blondes he'd
had in the past turned out to have black muffs. But this
one!
"Si... I am finished."
"Then come down and give me a hand with the flags, will
you?"
"For you... si, I will come," he said, slowly climbing
down the ladder, never taking his eyes from her face. He
saw her expression change from cool politeness to one of
puzzlement just before she looked away. There was a
faint disdainful shrug to her white shoulders and he
smiled darkly, secretively, as he gazed down at the top
of her head and on into the flimsy blouse.
Twenty minutes later, the last flag was hung. Gwen
stayed standing up on the chair inspecting it
critically, then heard Angel stirring restlessly below
her. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't like the
boy. He made her uncomfortable, those black eyes never
leaving her. They enveloped her, closing her into a
visual cocoon that she wanted only to break out of. And
in addition, he disconcerted her by always impudently
staring at her breasts and legs, just as he was doing
now. With a sudden shock she realized he could see her
panties up under her skirt. Quickly she started to get
down and then felt her balance going. It was as though
the chair had been deliberately rocked. "Oh," she gasped
and began falling. Angel caught her, but the force sent
them both to the floor in a wild tangle of arms and
legs.
"Oh dear..."
The wiry young Mexican felt the softness and warmth of
her small, curvaceous body in his arms, and they
tightened around her as he hit the floor with her on top
of him. He looked up into that beautiful, earnest white
face and then hungrily kissed the full red mouth as he
fiercely pulled her down to him!
Oh no! ... was the boy mad? Gwen felt the dark lips
heatedly close on hers and the hard wiry arms holding
her tightly imprisoned against his chest. In revulsion
she twisted her head to get away, and felt his hand come
up and yank her back. She struggled frantically as his
hands bit into her flesh like steel claws, then finally
getting a little leverage she rolled across the smooth
wooden floor coming to a stop with the smirking Youth on
top of her. He looked small but he was so strong, and
she could feel the bunched muscles under her hands as
she shoved and pushed as hard as she could.
"Angel! Stop it... stop it right now... let me go," she
gasped when finally she was able to' tear her mouth away
for a moment. In reply, his hotly eager lips went down
her throat and over her shoulder in swift burning
kisses.
"Stop?" he murmured. "How can I stop when you are so
beautiful?"
"You're insane... let me go... this instant."
The wild black eyes slitted viciously and in answer he
pulled the top of her peasant blouse down a bit and
buried his face between her swelling breasts. Gwen
gasped at the gall of the boy! The feel of his hard body
was not that of a boy, though! She jerked and rolled
once more and he rolled with her. Oh God! This was
insane! It couldn't be happening. She had to get out of
here! Oh why had she let Kate leave?
"I'm going to fuck you, gringa... fuck you... you will
like it... I am good... my cock it is full and hard for
you... feel." He grabbed her hand and held it on his
long, rigid erection making a huge bulge in his pants.
Gwen was shaking with the enormity and the surprise and
the inability to understand these people. But this boy
wasn't a ranch hand, He was from a city! The moment he
put her hand on his obscenely distended penis, she
cunningly resorted to subterfuge by clasping the lurid
bulge and pretending to make an effort to get his pants
open. Angel was so enchanted with this that he tried to
help her with his other hand, and, abruptly, the tiny
figure was up and out the door like a shot.
Angel leaped up and ran, banging the door on its hinges
behind him. Bueno! He was in time Gwen was frantically
struggling to start the car. He jerked the passenger
door open and jumped in beside her.
"Get out of here," she screamed, her wide blue eyes
staring with fear as her hands continued to fumble with
the ignition. He reached for her and she jumped out the
car door. Angel could hear her sobbing, her breath
coming in little jerking sobs. It was good. He liked to
completely subdue a woman. The white little cock-tease
would see.
Angel caught her, whirled her around, and slapped her
across the mouth. Her hand came up to cover it and her
eyes stared in terror.
"What's the matter... you too good for a Mex to fuck,
you think?"
Gwen's head shook and she pulled away sobbing. "Oh,
please... Angel, you don't even know me... how could you
want to... Oh God, don't touch me!"
The youth jerked her to him and spat the words into her
horrified face that still smarted from the slap. "I will
touch you... I will touch you so you scream for more,
you whore!"
His expression was vicious and hard and alien. There was
something in his eyes that terrified Gwen far beyond the
possibility of rape. His eyes held a hatred she'd seen
in rioters on television. The real world was what she'd
wanted, Gwen thought wildly. Well, she had it now! The
bitterness of the situation and the warnings of her
father came back now to haunt her. Oh, why hadn't she
listened to him! Why had she been so sure that she knew
better than he.
Why had she been so sure that poor uneducated people
only needed love to make them happy and productive and
well-fed? For the first time, she realized that her
father and his world were real too. She was so grateful
that they were. It was comforting now to realize this
even in the extremity of knowing that if she protested
too much Angel Orellio might kill her as casually as he
would rob or extort. She prayed that she'd find the
strength to do the right things and come out of this
alive!
Gwen swayed in his arms and his face came down. She felt
his lips catch her mouth and the tongue push between her
teeth in a deeply intimate kiss; his tongue was orally
fucking her, and she was almost gagging as it hotly
scoured her mouth.
Survive, her brain screamed frantically survive!
Suddenly, he let her go. "You gringos... you think you
know what we want... you give with one hand and take
with the other... we want what you have... we want
women... and cars... and money... and most of all we
want to fuck... fuck... you, you white bitch!" he
screamed, his face contorted in anger and resembling the
ancient masks from Mexico that her father had in his
gallery. The youth reached out then and jerked her
blouse all the way down. The elastic in the top was
stretched beyond its capacity and the cotton fell away,
exposing a white strapless bra that held the rounded
fullness of her breasts in thin flimsy nylon shells.
The teacher's arms came up to cover her nakedness; Angel
batted them away, and with strong brown hands savagely
tugged at the two halves of her bra. Her firm young
breasts popped free, all white and pink nippled in the
dim light of the approaching darkness. Gwen turned;
unable any longer to stand his boldly staring eyes that
burned into her flesh. Not even her fiance, Peter, had
seen her naked like this... gentle Peter... he seemed an
eternity away. Frightened now, with hands shaking, she
turned away and tried to pull the ripped white blouse up
from the waistband of her little skirt.
Angel saw her take a step with her back half to him. He
closed in and his hands came around her slim whiteness
from behind to crush the full white breasts cruelly. His
aching prick was buried in the fullness of her skirt
right against her quivering buttocks, and it beat there
impatiently as his hotly working hands manipulated her
warm, fleshy tits. "You be nice to me and I'll fuck you
nice... you act like a bitch... and I promise you... it
won't be so nice."
Refusing to answer, the frightened young teacher felt
the hard brown hands tighten menacingly on her sensitive
breasts and the huge bulging penis dig at her buttocks
through her skirt. Her heart was almost beating right
out of her chest. "How do you get out of this?" she
asked herself. "How do you use love to handle a boy man
who thinks rape is his right to get even with us? How...
how?"
"All right," she whispered, "I'll be nice, lets go back
to the car." Time, she thought desperately... she had to
gain time... for it was almost dark. The chances of
anyone going along this road now were pretty dim. If
somehow she could get the car started she might have a
chance, but it would have to be done quickly, locking
the doors immediately, so he couldn't get inside. It was
worth the chance.
"Okay. Come on," Angel said, relaxing his grip on her
tits. They had taken only two steps when she broke loose
and ran to the car door. The Mexican youth was right
behind her, and the moment the door slammed he wrenched
it open again, with a new anger rising in him now like a
blood red shower before his eyes.
"Bitch! Tease! Whore!" he screamed, yanking the tiny
teacher by the arm and flinging her down at his feet in
the grass by the car. Her skirt flew over her back as
she landed hard on hands and knees. Angel could see the
gently curving white thighs gleaming in the prematurely
rising moonlight and the flimsy white nylon panties
covering her fully rounded young ass cheeks.
Still screaming every filthy name he could think of, he
ripped his belt open and flung his pants off, letting
his raging cock spring out to a fearfully throbbing
freedom. No more waiting! The sight of those large full
moons of her tight young ass inflamed him, and the rage
was in him like a fever, demanding that he debase,
humiliate, and rape this prissy little white teacher who
thought her cunt and asshole were too goddamned precious
to receive the cock of a nobody from the slums.
"Oh, please... please... Angel! Please let me go... I
won't tell... just let me gooooo!" Gwen sobbed as the
pain in her chest and the terror at what he would do
worked in her like a dull knife twisting deep in her
intestines.
Angel dropped to his knees and slowly rolled the soft
white panties down over the curved roundness of her
fearfully quivering hips, pulling them down off her
feet. Breath was rasping heavily through the frightened
young girl's flared nostrils, and racking sobs shook her
whole body, still kneeling down on hands and knees as
though in pain and agony.
"Back your hot little ass up to me," Angel snarled. Gwen
heard him dimly through the pain and wrenching sobs, but
she didn't understand at first.
"Back it up to me or I'll hit you, whore!" Gwen felt
hard alien hands brutally digging into her hips and the
soft grass by the side of the road touching coolly
against her bare knees, as Angel began pressuring her
backward toward him. Her nakedly quivering young
buttocks were exposed completely now to his hungrily
devouring eyes, for he'd pushed her skirt all the way up
over her head. Oh God! There was no way out! She was
going to be raped right here in the road, and there
would be no one to help her, for the hushed stillness of
the prairie night had closed in around her.
Her gleaming young buttocks glowed from the light of the
newly risen harvest moon as the triumphantly grinning
boy hungrily guided them back toward his eagerly
pulsating prick. His cock, swollen and bloated to
immense length and thickness, jerked powerfully in
anticipation. With no thought of mercy, he kneeled in
closer behind her and with his own knees he roughly
spread the knees of the terrified young woman and began
fervently working his fingers up and down the shadowy,
tightly clenched crevice between her buttocks.
Soon, his finger found the tiny crinkled asshole and it
was dry and spongy. So it was going to hurt the
aristocratic little bitch... so what! He grasped his
heavy, thickly ridged penis and pressed its huge,
impatiently throbbing head to the puckered little
opening, and laughed as he heard her gasp.
"Oh god nooo... Angel... ohhh nooo! Plu-ueeze!"
The cowering young blonde school teacher helplessly on
all fours before him couldn't believe what she was
feeling as he prodded relentlessly at the small,
defensively clenched mouth, trying to work into her
there with his vengefully throbbing penis! Was this what
they meant in the dirty jokes about dog fashion? Oh God,
this couldn't be happening to her! He was straining and
humping, trying to get that rigidly hardened penis into
her tiny defenseless anal hole! Oh God! Rape would have
been terrible, but to be raped there! It was unspeakably
horrible, perverse beyond any imagination.
Cursing, Angel strove mightily but couldn't get the
blunted head of his cock into the frantically clenched
little opening. In desperation the boy reached under
Gwen with one hand and parting the soft blonde curls of
her pubic hair, wormed his middle finger up into her
startled and totally unprepared pussy. The school
teacher arched her back and screamed at this intimate
invasion but, paying no heed to her entreaties, the
youth savagely rotated it around in her blonde-fringed
cunt sliding his finger back and forth up and down the
quivering sensitive opening.
Within seconds, he could feel the juices forming in
spite of her screaming and shaking. The tiny clitoris
began to harden and, with a keen sexual prowess gained
from the back alleys of the slums, he concentrated on
the little magic button. She bucked under him as his
finger moved over it, rubbing and circling and teasing.
Soon her juices were flowing out from the depths of her
automatically responding body, juices that felt warmly
silken, copious and sticky. They formed for Angel just
as they would for any man. Moments later his finger was
squishing back and forth, rubbing and smoothing,
stabbing and fucking hotly up inside. The whitely
kneeling young body quivered confusedly and moaned
pitifully.
"Please... please... don't do this... please," she
sobbed helplessly. Gwen could feel her own impending
arousal at this dark maniac's plunging, teasing
finger... responding even though she hated him, was
terrified of him and loathed the very thought of his
touching her! Still, though, her body reacted as if he
were a lover she welcomed! Oh God!
Angel wormed his fingers teasingly in and out of the now
wetly accepting pussy and then pressed some of the hotly
seeping juices upward from her vagina to moisten over
the fleshy crimped little asshole. The feel of the
tender readying flesh in his hands sent his cock jerking
wildly! God damn little white bitch! His hand caught his
impatiently throbbing prick jutting out from his loins
like a machete, and pressed the slippery head against
the frantically cringing rectal lips.
"NOOOO... OHHHH... Pleeeeeease..."
Gwen screamed as she felt the prodding probe against the
edges of her naked rectum. The pressure was unbearable
as she felt the monstrously beating tip trying to invade
her flesh. She'd die... no one could stand or take the
enormous prick that the young ghetto youth was
attempting to ram into her anus in his anger! It was
perverted, depraved... a debauchery that only the insane
could want! That was it! He must be unbalanced...
completely insane! Oh God! How... who could deliver her
from this hell?
Angel drove harder, feeling the tight, defensively
clenched little opening beginning to give before his
massive cock as he pressed deeper and harder at the
tightly resisting passage leading to the virginal depths
of her rounded white ass. Then with a quick wet plopping
noise audible even above Gwen's low, soulful groans, the
plundering head popped hotly up inside. The anal ring
muscles were so tight as they slipped warmly up over his
cock tip that he gasped with pain, for they were as hard
and rigid as steel! It was like being caught in a bear
trap! His hands came around and grabbed the heaving
white breasts to give him additional leverage for
ramming his prick straight into the heated depths of the
violently trembling young blonde's body. Jesu Christo! A
white asshole was even tighter, he'd bet, than a white
cunt. But then again, it was well known that some Anglo
cunts were small and constricted. Sometimes they
couldn't even have their babies normally... had to have
them cut out of their bellies.
He stopped thinking and simply reacted as he felt the
overpowering sensations being transmitted the entire
long throbbing length of his penis. The wildly pulsating
head was lodged just inside her tight little asshole and
he could feel the heat and the convulsively squeezing
muscles trying to expel him. He laughed harshly as he
realized she was actually trying to shit him out.
What the teacher obviously didn't know was that all she
had done by her struggles was take the intolerable
pressure off and expand the tiny cringing aperture to a
greater width. With a loud grunt of victory, he lunged
forward, driving his massively beating male cock far up
into the hotly velvet depths of her rectum. Paying no
heed to her shrieks of pain, he ground away inch by
inch, until he was buried to the hilt and his heavy,
sperm-filled testicles were slapping down against her
helplessly flowered cunt below.
"AAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHIIHHIIHH... GGAAA!!" Gwen felt that
her body must have been split open. The pain was searing
her quaking flesh as the great ramming prick sliced her
helplessly upturned buttocks in two! It simply couldn't
be possible to survive such excruciating pain! The
enormously hot stalk of flesh had stretched her tiny
little anal hole so that every organ inside seemed to be
mashed to ribbons! Oh God! She wondered if she was
bleeding internally. What a terribly humiliating way to
die.... debased and rectally raped out in the open road
at night! She could only pray it would be quick... there
seemed no way to make it painless, for the agony was
increasing moment by moment as he pounded into her like
a maniac.
"Si... it is good, senorita," Angel grunted, feeling the
tightly squeezing channel embracing the whole rigid
length of his maleness from head to hilt. The muscles
far up inside the little white teacher's asshole were
frantically moving on and about his prick. Jesu Christo!
It was better than he would have ever believed it could
be. The churning in his painfully bloated balls
increased as he pulled out a little to look down with
satisfaction at his mammoth cock in the tiny virginal
hole of the loudly squealing girl.
"GOOOOOOOOODDDDD... HHHHHH... pleeeeeease... you're
killing me!" she sobbed. Gwen was almost unconscious
with the sheer intensity of the pain that swept her now
in brutal waves of agony! Her long blonde hair had
become dampened from tears as she swung her head
protestingly from side to side. Deep shuddering sobs
racked her and behind her she could hear Angel grunting
and groaning in lewd passion as he then began fucking
relentlessly in and out of her anus. The horror of what
she must look like hit Gwen then... with that young
boy's lust-hardened penis impaled deep between her
violently resisting buttock cheeks, his huge dark
rigidness stuck into her like a sword in a loaf of
bread. Now his cock flexed heatedly far up inside her
and she shrieked again, "Aiiieeee--you're killing me."
Angel laughed harshly and in delight. "Do not be
foolish, gringa. Have you never looked at your own shit.
Your turds are bigger than this." He made his prick jump
again, laughing at her pleadings and the obscene words
he was subjecting her to. Then he looked down in
fascination as he pulled back, leaving only the head of
his cock inside the tightly puckering nether ring,
watching the thinly stretched little ridges of velvety
brown flesh pull out with him. Enough! He brutally
lunged forward then back into the heated depths of the
girl's writhing, clenching asshole.
Man... it was a good fuck! Worth waiting so long! The
intense pressure was beautiful as he hammered it far up
into her rectum again; her muscles were so tight that
they deliciously skinned back the hard flesh of his
prick, clutching around it like a warm, ever-tightening
fist. She was screaming loud and long and that gave him
pleasure too. It was good to give the anglo some pain.
Gwen knew the inhuman wailings and ravings coming out
her throat were the screams of a tortured maniac. She
couldn't help it. They were completely unintelligible.
Would she die a raving maniac? Death began to seem sweet
and welcome for the pain had not lessened... but went on
in agonized extensions! She could feel the boy begin to
fuck into her rectum in earnest now, obscenely thrusting
his heavy prick in and out of her loudly protesting,
pain-wracked body. It was no use to scream--no use at
all! Completely subjugated now, tasting the humiliating
dregs of her own degradation, Gwen's head came down and
she attempted to hide her face.
The tears were like acid pouring from her eyes, and the
sobs were brutal explosions of pain in her chest, and
they were expressions that could only begin to intimate
the terrible havoc that was being perpetrated back there
on her defenseless anus! She thought about who might
find her mutilated body lying in the road... but it did
not matter... for she, Gwen Carter, would no longer be
there. There would only be the remains, the husk, the
discarded shell of her former self.
"AHHH... Teacher baby... Puta... it is good... a good
fuck," Angel crooned as he felt the lasciviously
spiraling sensations of her asshole sheathed muscular
wall clenching his hungrily throbbing cock ever so
tightly. He shoved in gleefully, watching the hotly
pulsating little brown mouth devour his manhood so
hungrily! After he was finished he would turn her over,
make her suck it hard again, and then he would fuck her
pussy until she screamed and fainted from joy. The tiny,
aristocratic little bitch would not get away with just
one fuck! No... all night... he felt like he could fuck
the whole world...
Gwen waggled her bottom vainly as she felt the hands
that had been manipulating her bruised breasts slide
down her heaving belly and close over her softly curling
vaginal hair. One lewd finger parted it and slipped
easily inside the cringing folds of genital perfumed
flesh and sought the hotly aching little vertical mouth
there. Oh No! Not that again! She didn't want to
respond!
"NOO! STOP!! AHHHHH!" but it was no use. The finger
imperiously slid into her vagina and wormed back and
forth, up and down the hotly slickened slit until she
felt her belly start to tingle and her traitorously
responding vagina closing eagerly inward on the invader.
The Mexican boy's hand moved up to her already fiercely
erect clitoris and pressed it like a button; all the
alarms in her head rang out shrilly, and she felt the
buzzing reverberate through her ragged nerves and all
her rapidly awakening flesh began to pulsate in a rising
passion! No matter how hard she willed herself not to
feel the delicious sensations that Angel's finger was
eliciting from her vainly protesting torso, the obscene
responsiveness went on and increased with every movement
of her tortured young flesh. Oh God! She was as
perverted as he if she could feel any passion whatsoever
for this brute who used her so casually and viciously!
"We going to fuck all night... Baby... fuck and fuck and
fuck... you and me..." Angel worked two fingers up
inside her heatedly flooding cunt and curled them inward
in the viscous hollow between her wide-spread legs as he
continued to murderously fuck far up into her now
defenselessly stretched asshole from behind. He felt her
attempt to back away from his fingerfucking hand which
only impaled her further on his pillaging cock smoothly
fucking and ramming her like a well oiled piston in the
rectum.
"OOOHHHHHH... NNNNNOOOOOOOO!" Gwen sobbed as slowly she
felt a wonderfully warm lassitude creeping unwantedly
through her from his experienced fingers fucking into
her front just as voraciously as his hotly throbbing
penis was fucking her from behind! Her sweltering loins
were firing up under his skillful probing and her
clitoris was quiveringly erect. She could feel the
torrid pleasure signals flashing and radiating out from
her wetly agitated vagina. It was too much... each new
humiliation... but it was unthinkable that she could
feel sexual excitement with this dark, lascivious boy.
"That's the way, Puta... back it up to me it is the
best..." Fingering her cunt harder now Angel could feel
her suddenly hungrily clenching young pussy tighten
around his hand as her helplessly writhing body began to
slowly, involuntarily, respond to his finger fucking.
Soon the little teacher would be screaming for another
reason, he thought smugly... screaming for more of Angel
Orellio! And he would give it to her! Oh, how he' would
give it to her! He would use her so she would never
forget that Orellio was the best... the dark ghetto
youth whom she had disdained at first would be forever
branded in her memory, and when she was getting older
and her limp-peckered white husband could no longer
satisfy her hunger, she would remember and masturbate
herself in the bathroom while she imagined it was Angel
Orellio!
Gwen felt the pain lessening and could not believe it.
Was she growing used to the terrible sodomizing? Was her
flesh now so distended that it could never spring back
to shape again... forever be stretched by the mammoth
male hardness that rammed into her behind so
mercilessly? She felt the night air come up and cool her
hot breasts dangling below her. She was naked except for
the bunched skirt and blouse being held around her waist
by Angel's one hand, while his other ravaged her pussy
so passionately.
Her full ripe breasts, heavy now with growing desire,
tingled and her vagina was intolerably smoldering from
his lecherous manipulations as she felt him maniacally
finger fucking her shamelessly aroused cuntal flesh! The
fucking in her backside was now beginning to bring her
an undeniable masochistic pleasure intensified by the
Mexican youth's salaciously cunning fingers! She could
feel her breath coming raggedly now, but not from
terror... oh God... she was lost and debauched beyond
repair, and her mind must truly be gone to be enjoying
this!
No matter which way Gwen arched her body she felt the
debased needles of fire stitching into her flesh and her
nerves tingled and quivered! Oh, it felt so good, and
abruptly she wanted it to go on! The hungry, now hotly
pulsating hollow between her legs was greedily drawing
inward on Angel's fingers delving into her depths so
expertly. Both of her desperately quivering orifices
were voraciously sucking in on the dually fucking
instruments within them... sucking in, in blissful and
forever rapturous enchantment.
"OOOOHHHHHHHH... AAAAAHHHHH... ANGEL... AAN-GELL," she
moaned beneath his hotly plundering young cock, and a
suddenly grinning Angel rammed it to her harder than
ever as the kneeling white teacher, her hair swirling
blondely around her head began writhing and twisting in
undisguised pleasure. So... the puta liked it now... She
liked his fucking her twice at once, his filling her
tight neglected little cunt and asshole. That's why she
was so tight!
She'd hardly been used at all! Now she would not be able
to do without it ever again. The summer would not be so
bad after all. She would come crawling back for more...
and he would supply her.
He looked at her white body subserviently hunched down
on all fours in the moonlight and it was good. The
glistening full moons of her ass gleamed whitely at him
as he pounded into them with long powerful strokes again
and again, feeling his balls becoming heavier and
heavier with the fiery semen his body manufactured
inside his belly. He rammed harder just thinking about
the huge volume of long stored cum he would shoot far up
into the little white bitch's aristocratic bowels!
"HAAAAAAHHHHH... OOOOOOHHHHH... AAAAA!" Gwen threw her
head back and wailed at the harvest moon like an animal.
"Yessssss! Cry out so I know... it is good for you,
Puta... cry for me... fuck it back to me... that's it!"
His depraved obscenities reached Gwen's ears but she
gave no heed for her wildly laboring body was too busy
as she arched to meet the barbarous fingers that were so
passionately ravaging her flesh and then shoved back to
warmly greet the huge, throbbing penis fucking into her
stretched but blissfully filled asshole.
Her mind had snapped. She knew it, for otherwise she
could not feel this erotic, ecstatically rising bliss
that emanated from the alien invasions of her body! She
was reaching out of sight for some nirvana that would be
peace and contentment and joy such as she had never
known! This was real... whatever else was false... this
was real! Was this what she had come all this way to
find, this earthy, provocatively sensuous rapture that
was sweeping over her so deliciously that she cared for
nothing but its lewd continuance? Oh God... she didn't
care! She had to have it! It was a heaven she must never
be with out again!
Angel could feel his orgasm coming faintly... like the
long lonely wail of a freight train when it was very far
away but with the sound growing stronger by the minute!
He knew the time was here, but the machinery within his
body had started so slowly and so unobtrusively that he
was only now aware that within seconds he would gush
like a geyser into the girl's now hotly milking asshole
and empty out his balls in a thunderous eruption of
teeming cum! His fingers dug harder and he heard her
whimper beseechingly as she bucked and twisted
shamelessly beneath him now. The puta would cum with
him. It was obvious that her time was near also, and
then he would kiss her because she wanted it... because
she would beg.
The hotly layered flesh of her pussy was voraciously
sucking on his fingers as though it had not been fed for
so long that it couldn't get enough now that the moment
of gluttony was here. The muscular walls of her
desperately laboring ass channel were sucking inward
too, warmly squeezing in around his pounding hardness as
though never to let it go. He panted and pumped harder
and harder.
Suddenly he felt the kneeling young teacher arch and
hump almost off the soft grass, rising on her arms as
her head tossed from side to side. Her whole body shook
convulsively and all her muscles and tendons stood out
like strings of agony, as she raised her head and
grunted out her orgasm, "AAGGHH... I'M CUMMING! OOHHGGG!
GAAAHHH!!!"
The straining body on all fours beneath him triggered
that far off wail of the train, and he could feel the
screaming roar hurtling through his body! Angel was
going to smash against the wall of flesh that devoured
him so, and he clenched the curves of her nakedly
churning hips and braced himself with his toes as he
fucked furiously into her now forever stretched
rectum... and he was flying and roaring, and the train
was screaming down the track and there was no way to
avert the inevitable!
"FUUCK! FUCK! PUTA! FUCK! AAAGGGHHHHHH!!!" In one mighty
scream it was upon him and the fast freight was hurtling
from his balls and shooting the streams of steaming hot
cum deep in the madly convulsing tunnel of her bowels in
great pools of liquid lightning! Dios Mio! It was too
good, and he whimpered and groaned as the spurting
continued far up into the heated depths of the
spasmodically jerking young blonde's rectum.
Gwen heard his delighted mewlings through the waves of
bliss softly washing over her, and became aware that her
sated flesh was flowering into strange and beautiful
shapes, and there was only the real! The real... she had
been right all along... real people needed only love
after all.
A few minutes later she was to discover just how much
love some people needed, including herself, as she felt
her naked young body turned limply over on its back and
the smooth, muscular young buttocks of the boy
straddling and pressing down into the fullness of her
breasts. His half soft penis dangled loosely before her
laxly held lips.
"Now suck it good teacher," he grinned triumphantly down
at her... And... there was no way in the world she could
refuse anything he asked at this moment.
-= Chapter 5 =-
All through dinner Sandy watched Mela until he knew she
was uncomfortable. The young blonde heiress moved
restlessly, toying with her food. Her head kept coming
up and turning toward the living room. Her mind was on
many other things, Sandy knew. That bastard Cole for
one, God damn him! The big sandy-haired foreman took his
time, purposely not releasing her for an instant. He ate
slowly, talked about the old man a lot, but his eyes
deliberately talked another language.
Right now she was too distracted to get his messages but
she would, by God! It had taken a while with Kate this
afternoon too... but it had been worth it and at least
he felt he'd paid Cole back in kind. But this was his
own woman... had been since she was sixteen and it was
time she knew it. In a way it was probably his own fault
that Cole had got to her. He should have spoken sooner.
At twenty two a woman needed fucking hard and often.
At last Mela could stand it no longer! All the talk
about her father! Who cared? She'd hardly known him. For
six years she'd only seen him a few times and those
times as brief as she could make them. She didn't give a
damn how devoted Sandy Gayman had been to him. She threw
down her napkin.
"I'm sorry, Sandy. I have a headache. If you'll excuse
me... I... I think I'll go out on the porch a while."
He watched her leave, the long flowing flowered pajamas
fluttering around her thighs. The big screen door sprang
shut behind her and Sandy began to gulp the rest of his
dinner, finishing his steak in a few huge bites. He
heard the creak of the porch swing.
"Pretty evening," Sandy put his feet on the balustrade
and leaned against the porch column.
"Yes," Mela answered absently.
"I like this time of evening best. You can kinda feel
the whole world settling down and easing off."
Out of the corner of his eye Sandy saw Mela stir
restlessly in the swing again. "There's nothing to do in
this place," she complained. "Have you got a cigarette?"
Sandy lit one for her and handed it to her, taking the
opportunity to move in beside her in the swing. "There's
lots to do once you get used to the rhythm of living on
a ranch. Tomorrow night there's a big dance at the
Grange Hall. Everybody around will be there. Thought
we'd go over and let you meet some people."
Mela turned to look at him. Her eyes showed the first
spark of interest. "Oh, that sounds all right. Thank
you, Sandy. I'd like to go."
"I was hoping you'd say that. When you've been home
before I never had much chance to take you places around
here. You was always gone so quick." He leaned back in
the swing and sent them gliding back and forth.
"I didn't know you wanted to take me places, Sandy," she
laughed.
"Well, you've growed up some," he countered, looking her
over boldly. "Filled out a little."
The young girl looked up sharply. For the first time she
really looked at the big man beside her. Tall, broad-
shouldered, lean-hipped, eyes crinkled at the corners
from squinting in the sun. She wondered idly what he
would look like in city clothes. He had the build for
clothes. Maybe she'd been missing something.
"Girls are supposed to fill out when they grow up."
"Mm... well, you sure did it just right, Mela. No doubt
about that."
The swing creaked as they glided, and the night air was
almost gone. It was still and breathless. "What do you
say I bring my portable radio out here on the porch and
we practice up a little for the dance. I'm kinda rusty,"
Mela murmured, mentally laughing at what she had said.
"Rusty" hell, she had danced every night for months,
until her father's death two weeks ago.
Moments later as a slow tune filled the porch, the
foreman held out his arms and she came into them as
though she'd been doing it for years.
The big foreman pulled her close against him and started
off slowly. Almost immediately Sandy felt his groin
tighten and draw in. Jesus! She didn't have a stitch on
underneath those flowered thin pajamas and top. He could
feel the softly rounded breasts mashing into his chest
and the tips of his fingers on the small of her back
couldn't feel any panties at all. He pulled her even
closer until she fitted every curve up to him, and his
jaw was pressing against her temple. The smell of her
perfume floated in his nostrils and somehow it was part
of the slow music. Goddamn, this might be easier than he
thought.
They didn't speak, just swayed and glided slowly to the
music. Sandy was caught up in the spell of the moment,
and he let the music fill his body as he concentrated on
the feel of the young girl in his arms. Yes sir, so far
he'd handled it right. Now if he could just keep it up.
"You're a good dancer, Sandy," she murmured.
"Nah, you follow so good you just make me look that
way."
He turned and dipped with her deliberately, pushing his
thigh between her legs and feeling her bare cunt through
the thin pajamas when they straightened up. "Yeah...
South Dakota is a pretty good place to be. No riots or
crowding or shoving."
"I'd go crazy here," Mela burst out.
"You're not going crazy now," Sandy whispered against
her cheek. "But you're driving me crazy. I've been crazy
'bout you, Mela, since you were a kid."
"But that's silly, Sandy I don't think you ever paid any
attention to me before."
"Wrong. It was you didn't pay no attention to me. I
watched every move you made since you were a kid."
Mela was quiet in his arms as he whirled her around. It
was true. He'd been a fixture at the ranch for years.
She hadn't paid any attention to him... but why should
she... he was only the foreman. Cole, though, was a
rancher... and she had plans. A restaurant they would
build in Denver was only the beginning. She'd get Cole
away from this God forsaken country! They'd travel! With
the two ranches they could afford to. The restaurant
would be a success, too. She knew it.
Sandy's mouth slid down her face and he caught her mouth
with his. She stiffened in his arms and tried to pull
away but he held her closer and finished the kiss to his
satisfaction before he let her go.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Kissing You. I've wanted to ever since you were
sixteen. Took me a long time, but I made it."
"Well, I think I've had enough dancing practice for one
evening," she drawled sarcastically.
"We've hardly started, woman," he said softly, pulling
her back in his arms and whirling her around and around.
"Let me go! What'll the help think anyway?"
"I don't give a damn what they think," he growled. The
outraged young heiress pushed against him with her fist
but he caught the slender hand and kissed each of the
fingers separately. He could feel her lusciously ripe
breasts rising against him with every breath. "You may
as well settle down, Mela. You were off gallivanting all
day but tonight it's my turn."
"What gives you the right to tell me what to do, Sandy
Gayman?"
"This." He pulled her against him hard, thrusting his
voracious mouth on hers and catching her completely by
surprise. His eagerly questing tongue probed the whole
warm wet surface of her mouth inside; and he held her
head easily in his big hand when she twisted and tried
to pull away. His arms were like a vise and he held her
slenderness, cupping one softly supple buttock so
sensuously covered with thin silk. She mumbled and
moaned unintelligibly under his hard mouth. By God, she
was going to learn who ran this ranch and everything on
it. It was going to be his and her with it!
Gradually Sandy heard her protesting moans turn soft as
he went on orally fucking into her softly pliant mouth.
His rigidly erect cock was hard against her young
quivering belly, and he could feel the breath catching
in her throat as he ground his straining bulge against
the thin lounging pajamas, searching the soft warm
wonder of her trembling body. Finding her breast with
one hand and cupping it close in his big palm, he could
feel the hot hard nipple pop out like an automatic
button.
"You're just a little lonely running around the world...
when the world's right here waiting for you." he
whispered.
"OOhhh... Sandy... Please..." she whispered back.
"You don't need to be... honey... Why, I'd give you
anything." His big hand slid inside the loose flowered
top to hold her fully ripened breast, naked and hot; his
thumb and forefinger rolled the hardened nipple gently
and felt the budded end growing.
Mela felt limp and excited... limp from being so close
to that hard masculine body that seemed to know all the
ways to entice a woman, and excited because he was a new
man... one she'd never had before. She could feel his
wildly throbbing penis pounding against her belly; it
felt huge! She tried to imagine how large it would be if
it were released. Cole Sutherland had been wonderfully
big and she couldn't imagine any man being better, but
Cole wasn't here. He was home with his wife!
You never know... you just never know, she thought in
pleased surprise. It had never occurred to her that
Sandy, her own ranch foreman... but his cock did feel so
deliriously good, and his hands did do all the right
things. Her earlier bored restlessness was gone; she
felt a sweet lazy fatigued feeling as her bones turned
soft from Sandy's hot mouth wetly tonguing her ear, and
his big hard hands deliciously kneading the cheeks of
her ass, and his enormous erection grinding masterfully
against her belly. The wild anticipation was rapidly
building into a heated incandescence in her loins when
the foreman stopped.
"Come here, little girl," he muttered, effortlessly
lifting her to his arms and carrying her over to the
swing. He laid her out full-length on her back and stood
for a long moment looking down at her. The flowered
lounging pajama top was open revealing the white
delectable succulents of a naked breast gleaming like
warm ivory in the moonlight. He reached down, slipped
the remaining buttons loose, and drew the top away so he
could view the twin fleshy mountains whose peaks were
capped with reddened erectile nipples.
In all, he thought, right now her tits look like two big
scoops of ice cream, each generous scoop topped with a
cherry. She lay still, one leg propped up and the other
scraping gently on the floor with the fluid motion of
the swing.
The air felt cool against her naked breasts as she
looked up at the big foreman and saw his face was a mask
of barely repressed lust, his eyes glittering and his
mouth hard. "So you wanted to kiss me since I was
sixteen?" she asked softly, her tone a flagrant
challenge.
"That isn't all I wanted to do." Sandy knelt between her
trailing leg and the swing, burying his face in the warm
white softness of her tit. Suddenly he was conscious of
his rasping beard against the sensitive skin. No matter
how often he shaved it, it seemed there was always a
little left. "I didn't mean to scrape you."
"A little whisker burn never hurt a girl," the young
girl breathed, clutching his hard face to her again, her
fingers twisting in his hair.
Goddamn! Sandy moved his mouth across the nakedly hot
breast and captured one rust-coloured nipple in his
mouth and sucked it like a thick malt coming reluctantly
through a soda straw. He heard her groan softly as her
breast hardened more and strained up to his hungry
mouth! She began shaking like a clothes line in a high
wind!
"Ohhhh... Sandy..."
He sucked harder, swirling his tongue tantalizingly over
the rigid nipple quivering so salaciously. The young
girl arched her back and raised her chest, eagerly
offering both trembling mounds of flesh to his hotly
devouring mouth. To Sandy they were like warm divinity
candy as they heaved under his hand and mouth. Sandy
could feel his cock wildly beating in his jeans,
throbbing with a fiercely possessive beat that
threatened to obliterate his careful plans to seduce her
slowly and well! His mouth moved over to the other
neglected nipple and began a long, slow sucking of it
too.
Mela began to rationalize her position, her big
foreman's mouth on her tits, the inevitable fucking she
knew that was going to take place. After their wonderful
day how could Cole Sutherland have gone off like that
back to his wife? If he cared he wouldn't have left her.
He'd have found a way. A long time ago Mela had vowed
that no man would use her. She would use them... like
the female spider used the male. That way you couldn't
get hurt. You always held the whip hand. Like now! Sandy
would have to do anything she told him to do. She was
the boss... and right now the boss wanted to be fucked!
"Go on, Sandy... suck my tits... suck them hard...
Yesss... bite them... it hurts so good! Bite them!" she
commanded, feeling the heady exhilaration of knowing the
power she held over this man.
Again and again Sandy sank his teeth into the white
softly pliant flesh. He nibbled the tender budded
nipples and then laved them with his tongue, soothing
and sucking until she was a writhing mass of impatiently
whimpering lust! His hands found the drawstring which
was all that held the silken pajama pants in place; he
jerked it open all the way down to the crotch, exposing
the softly curling hairs of the blonde pubic triangle
between her thighs. He'd long ago decided in school when
they read the story of Jason and the golden fleece that
it wasn't a sheepskin Jason searched for... but a golden
muff of pussy hair. Just like this one!
"Let's go inside... someone may see us," Mela ordered,
as she felt the cool night air on her naked belly, and
then felt a momentary irritation because he ignored her
command. The anger quickly faded, however, when Sandy's
tongue wetly dug into the depression of her tiny navel.
It was like a red hot needle shafting straight through
her body and the rapturous blood poured through her
loins like molten lava shooting from a deep inferno.
This was the only time she'd ever been in South Dakota
that she hadn't gone crazy in a few days because there
were no men... no fucking. But now... oh God! There was
going to be some real fucking. She shoved up against his
head and said sharply, "Dammit, Sandy... I said let's go
inside before someone sees us."
Sandy lifted his head and jerked her around in the
swing; his eyes were hot coals searing her flesh, his
hands like steel bands. "I don't give a damn who sees
us... you're my woman... you been my woman for a long
time now... and tonight you're going to know it... you
can forget running off to the lawyers... we're going to
get married... there ain't no cause to sell the ranch. I
can run it like always... you hear me?" Mela felt him
shake her and she liked that, but his confident words
and the domineering way he spoke angered her. Who in the
world did he think he was? Another Cole Sutherland?
"What... what do you mean... get married what gives you
the right to talk to me that way?" she sputtered, trying
to come back to reality when her body was still warmly
encased in the web he'd spun with his hands and mouth
and strong male body.
"This...!" His head dropped between her wide-spread
thighs and his warmly quivering tongue shot out and with
one wet, curl-parting lick cleaved her moistened vaginal
slit from anus to clitoris, slicing the thin, hair
fringed groove with the fire of his raging lust! That
tongue was a white hot knife slicing her genital flesh
in two! But, oh God! How she loved it!
Sandy tasted her sweetly flowing cuntal juices on his
tongue, her softly pulsating lips of pussy flesh
aromatically hot and delectable. Christ! This was real
eating pussy, even if Cole Sutherland had been fucking
it! The golden fleece that hid the treasure! His
mother's voice came to him out of his childhood. "Don't
try to get above your station, Sandy... you're gonna get
hurt. You're always trying to get with the uppity folks.
They's different. You'll see!" Hell, they weren't
different! Pussy was pussy! The only different thing
about this pussy was it was hot and ready and it was
attached to the ranch that had become his life. He
wanted it... and by God he was going to have it!
The eagerly writhing young blonde could smell the
leather and tobacco aroma of the big man whose fervent
tongue was buried hotly in her cunt, and the masculine
scents only set her juices flowing freer! Oh God! He was
eating her alive! She could feel his wickedly gluttonous
tongue shoving deeper into her depths like a small stiff
prick just as his hands came up to fondle her shaking
breasts. She could hear the swing squeak softly with
each downward bob of his head, his nose rubbing hotly
against her clitoris as the long tongue stabbed deeper
and deeper into her deliriously opened pussy.
She gazed down at her naked loins, thrilled at the lewd
sight of her glisteningly spread vaginal lips twitching
on each side of Sandy's hungrily rooting nose and warmly
digging tongue. Her pelvis lunged forward against the
foraging face of her foreman, and her hands came down to
press his lasciviously laboring tongue even deeper into
the seething depths of her cock-hungry cunt.
"Mm... mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmm!" Sandy sucked and
licked feverishly, savoring the hot woman nectar,
lapping it like syrup and relishing its heady aromatic
flavor. He looked up to see Mela's head thrown back
against the porch swing, her voluptuous breasts
quivering, her smooth naked belly rippling, and her legs
violently trembling like someone with palsy.
The opened blouse and pants of flowered silk framed the
beautiful satin flesh in crushed flowers. Her eyes were
glazed with a film of sensual, carnal expectations, and
he chuckled deep in his throat. God! She heated up
hotter than a poker! He was going to eat her alive and
then take her upstairs in that fancy, frilly bed of hers
and fuck her senseless! By God... when he got through
with her she was going to think that bastard Cole
Sutherland was not only impotent but had the pecker of a
rabbit.
Sandy lowered his face again but her quivering thighs
had caused the offending cloth to slip up too far,
partially covering her cuntal mound. He grabbed the
fragile material and impatiently ripped it along the
seam so that the whole of her moistly glistening genital
cleft was now open to him. Two pieces of filmy silk
dangled enticingly half-way down her wide-spread thighs.
He grunted with satisfaction as he lowered his head,
puckered his lips, and began sucking the hard little
clitoris into his hotly watering mouth.
"Oohhhh... Ah God, Sandy... Ohhhh... that's it... oh,
Jesus God Almighty... my pussy... my pussy, my pussy...
I can't stand it!" Almost frantically, she raised her
thighs and slid them over his shoulders, making a
shamelessly lewd offering of everything she had up
between her legs.
Sandy's tongue shot out to swirl wildly around the
smooth fleshy sides of her tightly clasping vaginal
walls inside the hungrily milking cavern. The bands of
muscle leaped to enclose his tongue, squeezing it and
sucking it as though they were devouring it in their
frantic effort to relieve their carnal misery! Her hips
were wildly gyrating as they insanely ground the
inflamed pussy hard up against his laboring face.
Oh God, Mela thought. The more she was eaten, the more
she wanted! It had been that way ever since she was
sixteen and went to Switzerland. Eating pussy was the
favorite pastime of the girls at the sedate school, and
the heiress had acquired her taste then for oral
gratification... but she liked it even better from a man
than from woman! It had been two years now since she had
indulged in any lesbian fucking. Anything a woman could
do to her, she found, a man could do better! And her
foreman was doing it better than most males.
God Sandy, with just a little coaching, you'd be the
best of all, she thought with considerable amazement.
She looked down at her fingers entwined in his thick
sandy hair. He didn't seem to have felt her frantically
twisting his hair, even she had not been aware of it. It
was simply a reflex action of her tortured body crying
out in any way it could for release. And the release was
so close!
The young girl continued to squirm and buck as his teeth
gently took the erect and sensitive clitoris and bit it
very softly while his mouth sucked it heatedly up so his
tongue could moistly dance around it. She shivered and
moaned as his curling tongue deliciously licked and then
rammed impossibly deep into her fevered cunt, writhing
lasciviously as Sandy orally fucked her so greedily. The
excited secretions from deep within the secret recesses
of her body trickled out in warmly debauched rivulets
and creamed on his already glistening face!
The big foreman lapped up the sultrily sweet sexual
liquids where they mixed with his own saliva as he
teasingly laved her cunt, and then his tongue moved on
down to the tiny puckered ring of her anus, indrawn and
defenseless. Once, twice, three, four times he slowly
licked the tiny puckered little opening, deliberately
tormenting her, and then shoved his stiffened tongue
hard into the cringing passage.
"AGHHHHHH... OOOOOHHHHH!!" His young blonde boss groaned
out in rapture as he wormed his lubricious tongue deeper
inside her violently quivering asshole. He continued to
burrow further into the sweetly pungent fissure until
Mela's breath caught and she arched her body up to him
as though it were a tightly drawn bow with an unfired
arrow. Quickly, then, because he knew she was close to
orgasm, he turned his attention back to her cunt and
began to mercilessly drive his stiffened tongue in and
out of her wetly clasping pussy. The girl made little
gurgling noises in her throat, seemingly gagging with
her own saliva.
Sandy's cock was going absolutely wild, beating and
throbbing and his balls were on fire under the pressure
until he thought they might burst of their own accord
just from the sight and smell and taste and feel of
Mela's beautifully flooding, sexually frenzied pussy!
Then she was there! It was as though a gag had been
ripped from her mouth and her joyous screaming filled
the quiet prairie night.
"I'M CUMMMMING! I'M CUMMMMING!" Her buttocks clenched
and unclenched in his hands before her pelvis began
wantonly gyrating and rotating in wild abandonment. She
was going crazy!
Sandy continued to lick and stab and pierce her wildly
thrashing, convulsing cunt as her hands tried to pull
his whole face and head inside the furiously sucking
depths of her crazed vagina! Now it was as though she
wanted to swallow him whole, suck all of him deep up
inside her desperately quaking body.
"OH GOD!" The piercing wails spilled from her lust-
constricted throat and she couldn't stop! Such wild,
unrestrained, ecstasy could not be contained within the
narrow confines of her flesh but spilled out her mouth
in agonized screams of bliss! She could feel the waves
washing her higher and higher and higher until she
thought she would burst apart with the exquisitely
engulfing sensations! Oh God! Oh God! It never
stopped... just when she thought the incredible orgasm
was subsiding... another started up... carrying her
higher than the last until she was just a limp mass of
exhausted flesh pitifully begging her triumphantly
grinning foreman to stop.
Goddamn, Sandy thought, she must have cum four times at
least! His own unsatisfied lust had built to such a
heated point that his cock was dribbling cum inside his
shorts. Christ! If he didn't unload soon he was going to
cream his shorts for sure! This morning he had seen Mela
was a hot woman, but not anything like this! The blonde
was as limp as a rag doll... her sexually sated face a
mirror of joyful ecstasy and relaxed, deep peace.
Sandy stood, easing his cramped knees, then bent down
and scooped her naked body up in his arms. As he walked
across the porch, cradling her against his chest, she
stirred and her eyes fluttered open. "You're something
else, friend," she said languidly, then snuggled in
closer to his massive chest.
"We're just going upstairs to your bed, baby," he
whispered against her hair. "But when I'm in it, it's my
bed. Understand?"
"Yes... boss," she replied, then yawned like a kitten
before the fire, and closed her eyes in silent, blissful
expectation...
-= Chapter 6 =-
The moment Kate drove into the driveway after coming
from the Grange Hall she saw that Cole's pick-up was
gone. Gone again to that woman! Her nerves were already
shot and she felt them tighten even more. After their
neighboring ranch foreman, Sandy Gayman, had forced
himself between her nakedly spread legs down by the pond
and emptied his passion into her she had come wearily
back to the house, showered, and slept for the rest of
the afternoon. A sleep that was like the sleep of the
dead. Then she'd rushed around making a huge dinner,
baked the blackberry pies, and did the last minute
things she did every day to feed a lot of mouths.
She was feeling shaken but composed enough to be just
coolly silent with Cole when he finally came in. Every
time the guilt had begun gnawing at her vitals she'd
looked at her husband and remembered what he had done
with the Meacham girl, and what she herself had done
with Sandy. Thank God there'd been the Grange Hall to
decorate. This had been one evening she couldn't
possibly have spent at home... not after what had
happened. All the way home from the Grange with Eric
she'd wondered how she was going to face Cole. Now that
he was gone she could be relieved and angry at the same
time.
Work, she told herself, as she marched into the kitchen.
Get the pies done. You'll be so tired by then you can
fall into bed and not think. She looked up at Eric
lounging in the doorway as she got the flour and sugar
and pie pans out of the cupboard. "Don't you want to
watch television?" she asked.
"Rather stay here with you, Mrs. Sutherland."
"How about letter writing. Don't you have a girl back
home?"
"Never even had a date... maybe if I could find one like
you..." He looked down at her shyly.
She smiled. "Well, you look around a little and you'll
soon find someone. Meanwhile, you can help me with the
pies. How about peeling some apples?"
The giant blonde youth seemed pathetically grateful to
be allowed to help, and Kate's heart went out to him. He
was so nice... a nice clean-cut boy. Then she forgot all
about him as she began reliving the scene in the
blackberry thicket.
"You worried about something?" Eric asked as he stood by
the sink, washing the apples.
Kate looked up startled, her hands covered with flour.
The big breadboard was covered with pastry rings she was
rolling out. "Why... oh, I don't know, Eric. I guess we
all have worries from time to time..."
"I think maybe our being here, I mean Angel and me...
may have caused you some trouble with Mr. Sutherland. He
seemed like... well, he keeps going off. I mean, it
doesn't seem natural, seeing as how he's been gone so
long. I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble. You've
been so good to me. I'd like to live here... just stay
here forever."
"That's sweet of you, Eric. I'm glad you like the ranch
so much. As for Cole... well, he's busy and he had a lot
on his mind. That Limousin bull cost an awful lot of
money and he's just worried, I'm sure." Why was she
reassuring the boy, she wondered. He couldn't really
care one way or the other. But she knew it was herself
she was reassuring.
Eric turned to her and looked straight into her eyes
boldly. "It's not the ranch I like so much, Mrs.
Sutherland." It's you. You are the most wonderful woman
I've ever met," he ended softly.
"Oh... well... you'll find a wonderful girl--someday,
Eric... After all, you just needed some mothering and...
that's the one thing I seem to be good at," she ended,
her voice dying away in her own reverie, her brows
knitting in confusion.
"You're good at everything!" Eric protested fervently.
"You're kind and good and... I can't stand it when
you're unhappy!"
Kate looked at the blonde giant of a boy, touched that
he saw such saintly qualities in her. It was more his
age than anything else. At eighteen everything was
either terribly good or terribly bad. All black and
white. No compromises, no grey areas. Yet, she knew that
life was mostly made up of the grey... with very few
really black or really white moments. She thought
guiltily of this afternoon with Sandy... so charcoal
grey as to be black... but so pale and beautiful as to
be almost white. Oh God... what a mess she'd made of
things! Kind and good Eric said... and he believed it,
his eyes blazing loyally. She could never be good again.
She was an adulteress! No matter how she tried to
justify it... that's precisely what she was!
"You're good and wonderful," he repeated, persisting.
"Don't say that!" she admonished sharply, rolling the
dough energetically.
"Say what? That you're good... that you're unhappy...
that I..."
"Oh, stop it, Eric! I can't stand it. I'm not good! I'm
anything but!"
"You were crying this afternoon. I saw your eyes when I
came in. Whoever it was made you cry... I'd like to kill
them!"
"Please Eric!"
"If you were my wife, I would!" he insisted stubbornly.
Kate steadfastly refused to discuss it any more. When
the pies were finally done, it was almost midnight. Cole
hadn't called and she kept listening, but no sound of a
car. Her nerves were pretty shot. Eric's talk about her
goodness had unnerved her and brought back the
afternoon's guilt ten fold.
"It's terribly late. I think I'll turn in. You'd better
get some sleep, Eric."
"But the pies... don't they have to cool and be put in
the freezer?" he asked desperately, trying to think of
some excuse to keep her with him a little while longer.
It was the first time he'd had a chance to really be
alone with her for more than a few minutes.
"I can do that in the morning. Put out the lights except
for the office light, will you?"
"Mrs.--Mrs. Sutherland...?" There was a plea in his
voice that made Cole's wife turn at the foot of the
stairs.
"What is it, Eric?"
"Would you come downstairs for a second there's
something I want to show you.
"Can't you show me tomorrow? I'm terribly tired."
"It can't wait, Mrs. Sutherland." His handsome young
face was agonizingly earnest and he seemed quite
desperate... as though he were hurting inside.
In the bunk room downstairs, Kate turned to him wearily.
"All right, Eric. What is it you want to show me?"
His whole body was tensed to the breaking point. Somehow
he had to do it. He had to find the courage. With no
warning, he forced himself to reach out and grab her,
crushing her beautiful body to him and finding her lips
awkwardly. She smelled of apple pies and a delicate
flowery perfume and her lips were soft and full under
his. A surge of power went through him! He was kissing
her! Jesus! He actually was kissing her!
Kate gasped as she felt his arms go around her, pulling
her against his hard young powerful body. His lips were
soft and then desperately hard and passionate. Oh God!
She should have guessed. He had a terrible case of puppy
love! How stupid of her not to see it. She knew how
damaging her laughter could be to him at such a
vulnerable age. He was feeling everything so acutely. It
hadn't been that long since she had been a teenager and
she remembered vividly the agonies of adolescence.
She pulled away gently. "Eric, no... you'll find a girl
your own age..."
"I don't want a girl my own age. I want you. Oh,
Kate...!" His brain felt as though it were going to
explode! He'd kissed her and for a moment, just a
moment, she'd kissed him back! Oh, Jesus, his whole
groin was on fire! It had never been so bad! A strangled
whimper tore out his chest and he pulled her to him
roughly, pressing her whole delectable body into his,
feeling the fleshy fullness of her soft breasts mash
into his heaving chest. "Please, just let me kiss you
again... I've never kissed a girl before."
Before Cole's wife could stop him, she was imprisoned in
the young giant's powerfully muscled arms; his warmly
eager mouth followed her twisting face till he caught
her lips again. Moans were coming out his massive chest
and in his eagerness he was almost whimpering in pain...
the exquisite pain of holding this older woman in a
deeply intimate embrace.
The first time, he had said. A surge of pity swept
through Kate, remembering the agony and sweet need of
being eighteen. And because of this, she responded
unthinkingly, parting and softening her lips under his
and wrapping her arms around the trembling young giant's
slim-hipped waist. After all, it was only a kiss, and
what harm can it do? She was totally unprepared for the
boy's fervent reaction or for the strange thrill of
forbidden excitement that abruptly shot through her
gradually awakening body. I'd better stop him, she
thought, then decided to give him just five more
seconds. She started mentally counting the seconds, but
only got to three before she stopped counting and
tightened her arms around his waist.
"Oh, Kate," the boy moaned, "let me be good to you...
let me love you. Mr. Sutherland doesn't care about you.
He's awful to you and you re so wonderful. Let me be
good to you... oh god!"
His hotly zealous young mouth was suddenly sliding down
her throat, blazing a trail of sensation so wildly
intense that Kate was stunned by its impact. Oh God! She
knew she must stop him at once, but yet she felt an
overpowering reluctance to break this ill-advised
embrace. Kate could feel her nerves and skin deliciously
tingling, and her suddenly hungry loins were beginning
to ache. He was so hard and strong, and his young male
body was setting her own wanton flesh alight! "Depraved
slut," she mentally told herself. Letting a young boy
like this kiss her... leading him on... being too nice
to him... using him as a decoy to get her way with Cole
about adopting a child! She must be mad! Her head was
whirling and her bones were turning to jelly as the
young boy held her crushed against his huge maleness.
"Stop... no, Eric... it's wrong. Oh God... let me go...
we mustn't... we can't!" she whispered, not moving her
arms from around his waist.
"I'm never going to let you go... never... Oh, Kate!"
Eric felt her beautiful lips open wide under his mouth,
and thrust his tongue into the warmly wet cavern where
he tasted her moans and womanly sweetness. Abruptly,
kissing was no longer enough. He had to hold her big,
wonderfully soft tits that were mashed against him! His
hand timidly pressed between their bodies and closed
over the heavy roundness that was her woman's flesh!
Oh Christ! It was so hot and firm and full; he squeezed
it hard, wanting to crush its loveliness to his watering
mouth! Even through the cotton shirt and bra he could
feel her rounded globe quiver in his hand, and the
nipple growing hard and erect.
Kate moaned as she felt the boy's hand close over her
breast in a rapturous clasp. His touch sent sensually
thrilling licks of flame spiraling from her nipple
outward, and the fire was setting her vagina ablaze as
well! No! No! No! The word screamed inside her skull in
an insistent shriek but her flesh was wantonly ignoring
it, quaking and swaying under his clutching hands and
tenderly fucking mouth! Oh God, she was a slut to let
this teenage boy... to lead him astray... and yet... it
was so sad that his young masculine giant's body was so
deprived... that he'd never even kissed a girl before!
There was a strange vanity in being the first... in
initiating such a strong virile young bull! Oh God! Stop
it! Stop thinking about it!
At last she tore her mouth away with a supreme effort.
How could she even think such thoughts? Yet it had
seemed so natural to kiss this handsome blonde giant who
thought she was a saint! Saint? It was he who was the
saint. Unsullied, virginal, clean... and strong. She was
a slut... she knew that now... an abandoned harlot!
"Ohhh, Kate... I've never felt anything so good in my
whole life... until now... Ohhhh, God... don't leave
me... let me love you... I'll die if you don't...
Please... ohhhh, please!"
Kate shook her chestnut hair, the breath gasping out her
flared nostrils. She pushed hard against his great
muscular chest. She had to escape this boy who had
aroused her so violently. But physically he wasn't a
boy... he was a man... a hard masculine, huge man!
"You're so sweet, so good... please don't leave me
now... I can't stand it," he said, moaning into her
hair.
"No, don't say that... I'm not good... I'm horrible...
horrible to let a decent young boy like you kiss me and
try to... Oh, Eric." Suddenly the tears came pouring out
her eyes and the pain in her breast was a knife. "Can't
you see that I'm just a... a rotten whore... or worse...
Oh God... let me go!" Her head came down in her hands,
and all the anguish and frustration and hurt came
pouring out in scalding tears on her tightly clenched
fingers.
Eric looked at her agony and made up his mind. It was as
though something snapped into place inside him; he
wouldn't ask her now. He would tell her! In one swift
motion he bent and lifted her in his arms and turned
toward his bunk. His cock was painfully beating, a huge
enlarged second heart inside his tight Levi's, and every
step was agony. He laid her gently on his bed. "Don't
cry, Kate... it's all right, darling... shhh," he
crooned to her softly, as he tore his clothes off and
with shaking fingers swiftly unbuttoned her shirt. She
lay sobbing as if her heart were splitting in two.
The young boy sat naked on the bed, his massive prick
upstanding like a stone phallus except that it quivered
and beat and was impatiently seeping at the tip of its
swollen head. He lifted his boss' limply sobbing wife by
the shoulders and pulled her blouse gently from her
shaking shoulders, unhooking her bra as he went,
whispering and kissing her while he worked. As her
suntanned breasts popped free, his breath wadded
painfully in his chest!
Jesus! It was okay to look at tits in a magazine, but
pictures couldn't begin to capture the warmth and
lusciousness of the real thing. In reverence, both his
enormous hands came out to gently cup them, and the
warmly silken weights were heavy and beautiful in his
hands. "Ohhhhh, god, Kate," he breathed, and burrowed
his face between the heatedly trembling mounds, using
his hands to scrape them against each side of his face.
Kate felt the sandpaper contact of Eric's beard stubble
between her heaving breasts, and she moaned as wildly
racing, jagged streaks of ecstasy began flashing across
her quaking body! She felt as though her head was a mass
of crossed signals and confused connections! The feel of
the ardent young mouth between her breasts sent
scintillating sensations raging through her, and
strangely enough within the last three or four minutes,
she no longer cared whether this was right or wrong.
She was already an adulteress, had already hit the
bottom layer of hell... how much farther could she sink?
Her arms went out of their own volition and held the
young boy close against her shaking breasts, and she lay
for long minutes running her hands down his heavy
muscled, brute-strong young back. She listened to his
anguished whimpering and felt his hot hungry breath
burning against her naked flesh, and felt sorry for him
because he had never even held a woman in his arms
before. Well, then, let him see it all, let him...
Kate dug down and found her skirt zipper. Frantically
she jerked the skirt down and kicked it off her feet;
then she arched her back, lifting her hips, and peeled
the soft flimsy whiteness of her panties down.
Eric sat up, the breath coming out his mouth now in
great gulps like a beached fish, staring at her as she
suddenly lay nakedly in all her curvaceous splendor on
the bed before him. His expression was as if all the
treasures of the earth were spread out for his taking.
"Ohhhh, Gooooddddd, Kate... you're the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen.
Slowly, as if in a trance; Kate held up her arms to the
young boy, her eyes holding his locked. With a deep
groan he fell across her, his yearning mouth wetly
enclosed her breast, and she jerked and arched her chest
up to it fiercely. Young, but oh so good...
"Yesss, Eric, darling... Yesss," she hissed, feeling her
full, firmly matured tits swelling even greater under
his greedily devouring mouth. Ohhh God... whore, slut,
harlot, Jezebel! She called herself every dirty name she
could remember, but they were only words and words no
longer mattered with her flesh in such fiery rapture!
The young boy sucked the warm silken nipple into his
watering mouth, and he thought surely heaven was within
his grasp! Kate! His woman... his first... he was going
to have his first woman! He was going to be a man at
last! No shit from anybody anymore... He was going to be
a man!
He could feel her respond and arch against his exploring
mouth as his hands slid down the satin sides to her
gently quivering thighs. It was every schoolboy's
dream... all the wet dreams he had ever had rolled into
one... only it was real... real and here and now! No boy
anymore! A man!
Sucking strongly on the throbbingly erect nipple
standing at attention, Eric felt as though he were
worshipping at the shrine... it was a ritual... gaining
his manhood and it was an act of charity... Kate was
giving him the priceless gift! He didn't have to ask
now! He would take... take her passionately,
gluttonously!
Kate pulled the boy closer into the bed beside her, his
mouth still heatedly attached to her heaving breast, his
tongue pulling and sucking and slathering, drawing the
very soul out through her abandoned flesh that
rapturously writhed and vibrated to his every touch! The
heat of his hot male body was burning through her whole
side, and she could feel his massively pulsating
instrument--that gigantic, rigid, velvet-skinned cock--
pressed into her flesh like a fiery brand! It was
burning straight through her body! She marveled at the
instinct that led him to her flowing breast like a
parched man to a hidden spring.
"Ohhh, Kate... Christ! You're the most beautiful...
OHHHHH... Jesus," Eric moaned, as his eagerly seeking
mouth moved over to the neglected breast and his big
hands began kneading the glistening softness of the
other tit. His wildly throbbing cock was jerking like a
wild beast, blinded and starving and enraged, so blood-
engorged that it had swelled to monstrous size as it
pounded at the woman's satin-skinned hip. He wanted to
devour Kate whole, eat her alive! His tongue shot out
and began hotly licking her shivering nipple hard as a
chipped diamond and glistening with his saliva, until it
shone like a polished marble stone sculpture!
Whimpering, Kate reached down and found the mammoth
fleshy organ along her hip and enclosed it softly in her
hand. It jerked and pulsed like a thing alive... so huge
and questing that she could hardly hold its immensity!
Oh God! She squeezed. It was as hard and rigid as
steel... a steel rod that was going to ram her to heaven
and back!
The first contact between her wonderfully warm hand and
fingers on his aching cock sent the young boy rising
almost off the narrow bunk! "God... Oh GOD!"
Instinctively, he thrust forward in her hand, feeling
the skin sliding deliciously back and forth under her
tightly gripping fingers.
"Eric, it's beautiful," she crooned, "a big beautiful
hard cock."
The lewd words spilled from her mouth before she could
stop them. Oh God... she was truly depraved, depraved
and lost, and her wanton body was leading her into even
more wicked actions It was as though once lost, she kept
sinking into the depths of a lurid lust that controlled
her, body and soul. Shivering streaks of hungry
anticipation streamed through her heated flesh at the
touch and feel of the young teenaged body lying beside
her. Her pelvis had begun to frantically undulate, and
her filled and straining breasts were on fire from his
instinctively sucking mouth. Ooooooh God, she had to
have it!
"Oh, Kate. Can I... Can I-I..." he whispered, afraid to
voice his request, and in his youthful innocence unsure
of what to do next with this experienced and beautiful
woman.
"Ooooooh, yesss, come here, Eric, my baby!" Kate purred
as she took his trembling hand and placed it over the
soft resilient curls of her warmly quivering vaginal
mound. Automatically her hips began moving in impatient
little circles. "Feel here..." She guided his
outstretched middle finger to her gently pulsating
cuntal lips and let him feel the moistly heated love
juice seeping from within her depths.
"Oh Jesus! You're all wet there... All slippery and hot
and wet... Ohhhh... Kate!"
His finger needed no more guidance but went exploring on
its own, sliding the tip of his middle finger up and
down the swollen thinly bearded slot of her lust-
enflamed pussy. At his touch, more and more lubricant
flowed out of her heated cunt until a small viscous
stream was dribbling and oozing down over her smooth
inner thighs.
Suddenly Eric sat up and looked down over the
voluptuously naked body of the older woman laid out for
him in offering. He saw the full fleshy mountains of her
wondrously quivering tits, the smooth taut plain of her
rippling belly, the "V" shaped forest of her softly
curling chestnut pussy hair, and the fertile "Y" of her
eagerly trembling thighs. He watched his own hand
exploring the warm cuntal cavern up between her firm
legs; this was the promised land of his own manhood
test... a battle ground where both opponents would
emerge victorious. A great surge of restless hunger
shook him, and he groaned as he leaned down to kiss the
moistly puckering pussy mouth.
Kate felt the boy's hot mouth gently and tenderly
kissing her heated vaginal lips. It was too unbelievably
exquisite to be true. "Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned loudly,
lifting her knees and wantonly spreading her thighs,
"yessss that's it, Eric... kiss me there... suck it...
ohhhhh... shove your tongue in there... hurry
Aaaagggghhh!"
Eric heard her lewd mewlings and they freed him to do
what he wanted to do. His eager tongue tasted the
slippery syruped moisture of the heatedly quaking flesh
between her legs and then curled and snaked into the
perfumed depths of her pussy. "Mmmmmmm...
MMMMMMmmmmmmmm! Beeeeee-u-teefullllll!" It was an
obscene shriek of forbidden rapture.
Kate did not know what had prompted her to order the
young boy to lick her pussy that way... she only knew it
had to be. Cole had begged her to let him for years, but
somehow it had always seemed so animal, so beastly, so
depraved... and now she knew why he wanted to... it was
the most glorious feeling she could ever remember...
that hot stiffened young boy's tongue ramming into her
seething vaginal depths in the ages old primeval oral
fucking that even the ancients had extolled.
Oh, what a fool she'd been... what a stupid priggish
fool! She was beginning to understand why her husband
had gone to another woman. She must have seemed so
puritanical and stiff and rigid to Cole who knew what
delights were to be had this way. Her hips arched up
closer to Eric's beautifully kissing, probing, sucking
mouth. It was driving her crazy!
"That's itttt... suck it, Eric... suck my cunt...
suckkkkkkkk itttt... Loverrrrr...!"
The young boy lapped and drank from the warmly welling
pussy spring like a dying man finding precious water in
the desert! He wanted to bury his whole face in the
heatedly clasping cunt and dive in after it! It never
occurred to him that it might be a lurid and secret way
to make love. If Kate wanted it... it had to be good...
and it was good beyond his wildest dreams'. It was
actually happening... all of it was real, and he
wouldn't wake shaking and unfulfilled as he did every
night, the bedclothes sticky with the dreaming cum that
shot out of his prick in his sleep.
Through the seething maelstrom of her obscene lust, Kate
felt her own mouth beginning to water as she thought of
a way to repay the young boy.
"Oh God, Eric, give me your cock... turn around," she
panted, the breath lurching through her tortured lungs
in great gasps. "Up there, where I can suck it for
you... oh, give it to me, lover... put your great big
beautiful cock in my mouth... I want to suck it!" The
crazed words, lusting and lewd, came out her mouth with
an advance warning in her head... but once said, she was
glad and knew she wanted it... she wanted that virile
young cock flesh pulsating deep in her throat... while
his mouth sucked her pussy alive and screaming!
Reaching up, Kate impatiently pulled the strong hairy
thighs over her head and saw the jutting immensity of
his fantastically hard shaft throbbing like a stallion's
only inches from her face.
Oh God! She wanted it, wanted to lick his masculine
young pre-cum from the tiny hole at the tip of the
velvet-textured head, wanted to taste the boy's liquid
love seeping out for her. Lifting her face up to it, she
fervently kissed the jerking head right on the end and
then ovaled her hotly glistening lips wide to slip them
up and enclose it warmly and wetly in her already
hungrily sucking mouth.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH... OH, KATTTTTEEEEE," Eric screamed into
her wide-open pussy, his mouth blowing his words into
her open cunt in hot, incredibly sensual, blasts. The
feel of her warm, saliva filled mouth around the head of
his almost bursting cock, sent the boy crazy with lust.
The fire of need was in him and spreading so fast he was
going to cum before he could ever get to fuck her at
all!
Kate's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the
fantastic thickness and length of the rigidly throbbing
hardness as she frantically began using her tongue
around the hotly swollen tip and sensitive underside.
Her cheeks hollowed and she began a fierce sucking,
alternating the sucking with gentle nibbles and swipes
of her tongue.
She felt his fevered return to her vagina and his
vigorously worming tongue driving in so deeply. Her
hands reached up and found his buttocks, hard and
muscle-fretted to iron slabs of strength and, pulling
urgently, she forced the boy's powerfully pulsating
staff deeper into her willing throat. She could feel the
soft curling blonde pubic hair tickling against her nose
as she struggled to get the whole of his warmly
throbbing cock into her cum-hungering throat!
She wanted... she wanted to taste all of him, and love
him, and give him his first beautiful experience. She
wanted to burn herself into his memory so that all
consequent experiences with women would be tinged with
her presence! He would always remember her. She was
giving him a fiery birth--a new life--his first.
Eric soon realized that a rhythm had developed, his
tongue shooting into the sweetly heated depths of his
boss's wife's hotly quivering pussy, while her wet
worshipful mouth sucked and tried to swallow his
painfully beating prick! Christ! If this kept up he was
going to shoot off before they really got started! He
could feel the drawing in of his balls, the swollen
pressure almost bursting them already! How could he
possibly hold back? ... how, when her soft lips and
warm, wet mouth were sucking and loving him beyond his
wildest dreams.
Scouring the whole of her cunt like a gluttonous bee
searching for honey, the boy could feel her jerk and
moan around his stiff prick; so stuffed into her mouth
that even her moans were muffled to oblivion! Her
beautiful soft throat was stabbed with his pulsating
fullness and it was going to drain him! Oh God! Was he
supposed to let go right in her mouth? He didn't know.
She'd drown if he did! But the thought of shooting his
steaming load of pent-up cum into the back of her throat
and down into her beautifully smooth belly was driving
him insane. Oh God, he wanted to... He had to...
Kate's hotly watering mouth began working even more
vigorously on the young boy's cock as she sensed he was
close to orgasm. She tightened her lips around it and
then began bobbing her head, stretching her mouth up and
down its long pulsating length; her tongue flicked
provocatively along the corded ridge on the underside
and then swirled experimentally around the huge seeping
head.
"God Honeeyyy!" Eric groaned, his head coming up for a
moment from the violently quivering depths of her
succulent tasting pussy. The exquisite feel of Kate's
tongue on his rampaging cock drove him right up the
wall! He had to let her know; he couldn't cum in her
mouth! The boy arched his back and attempted to pull his
prick from her wetly laboring mouth. "I'm close to
cumming," he said.
There was no answer from Kate; she loved the feel and
the taste of young Eric's warm fleshy rod in her throat.
She simply reached up and using the softness of his
sperm-loaded testicles as a handle, pulled the prick
even deeper into her mouth. Her saliva flowed freely,
mixing with his pre-cum seminal secretions, and she
lapped hotly, voraciously at the male pungency as she
made a strong, rounded vacuum with her lips. She sucked
harder than before, and almost at once she felt Eric
arch and cry out in wonder.
Eric felt the dam give and the whole pressurized boiling
cauldron of his balls began shooting down the wildly
throbbing length of his penis sunk so deeply in Mistress
of the house's desperately sucking mouth. The heavy,
animal-like sounds coming out his throat were an
unintelligible tribute to his first orgasm and this
woman's soft, beautiful mouth! It was his first shared
orgasm of any kind! ... and the singular jacking off
seemed a pale substitute for the real thing! The great
nozzle of his spewing cock went on and on and the
rapturous ecstasy spurted hotly... Deeply... into the
ovally rounded circle of her tightly locked lips.
Kate wasn't ready for his tremendous pulsating eruption
that flowed heatedly deep into her desperately working
throat, and she choked and sputtered and gagged at
first. Her mouth filled and overflowed with the teenage
boy's creamy white cum and in desperation she swallowed
to keep from drowning! On and on the spewing bursts came
in thick streams which she voraciously gulped. Oh God!
Her Adam's apple bobbed lewdly as she tried to swallow
it all, for there was a great sense of pride and
accomplishment at taking it all. She wanted his fresh,
virile young semen in her body! She wanted it all...
deep inside her belly!
Then it was over and the heavily breathing boy collapsed
beside her, his eyes closed, his head pillowed on her
breast, one thigh flung across her slender tanned legs.
Gradually, he eased back to earth on a cloud that hit
with a great thud, and he must have dozed off
momentarily for he couldn't recall how he came to be
beside Mr. Sutherland's wife and holding her so close
and half under him.
Then he remembered. He was a man... by God! His body
felt lethargically alive and alert and the fabulous
warmth of a good woman lying in his arms seeped into his
very bones!
Kate's hand stole out to touch the young man's cock
lying over her thigh, and she picked it up and held it
like a wounded bird, cupping it gently and squeezing it
very softly. Immediately it responded and came alive. My
God! It started to get hard again! Ah, youth... youth...
he was a beautiful youth, too. His hugeness contrasted
with her fragilely rounded curves, and, as she looked
down at his hard young body, she felt her unsatisfied
vagina restlessly twitching in hunger. Her hand began
moving the still wet foreskin back and forth, and felt
powerful new life surge into the rapidly growing flesh.
She whispered, "It's getting hard again, Eric!"
The young man, and he was a man now, masterfully turned
her face to him and fiercely kissed her, pressing her
naked beauty into his as though he would never get
enough of her lush ripeness. His tongue, with only a
little practice now, thrust aggressively into Kate's
waiting mouth and she accepted it gratefully.
Eric moaned deep in his throat at the taste of his own
orgasm there still lingering in Kate's mouth! The
thought drove him wild! Oh, God, he couldn't let her
go... never... He had to have this woman... nothing and
no one else would do! His penis was growing huge again
and throbbing already just from holding her voluptuous
nakedness against his own hard nudity. He had to have
her again... and this time he wanted to shove the length
of his rigid prick straight into that pulsing little
pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Eric..." Kate breathed. "Ohhhh, please. It's
hard enough." She pulled him over her and spread her
trembling legs out wide to cradle his immense, hard
young body. "Put your cock in me, Eric darling, put your
huge beautiful prick straight into my vagina... I'm
dying."
"God, yes... Oh, Kate, darling... You're so sweet... so
good... so good for me... my sweet good Kate!"
Dimly Kate thought there were different kinds of good as
she felt the massive log of Eric's excitedly jerking
young cock slide into her wildly thrilled cunt, filling
her lonely belly so completely... and so well...
Different kinds of good!"
-= Chapter 7 =-
It was well past two in the morning, and the moon was
high and yellow in the breathless prairie night as the
last of the crowd began drifting out the big Grange Hall
by twos, their arms around each others' waists. Music
still floated out through the open windows, occasionally
muted by the sound of a pickup truck or car coughing to
life and gunning down the dirt road.
Angel flicked his cigarette over the railing and watched
reflectively as the butt made a long glowing arc in the
darkness. It hadn't been a bad dance at all; not like
the ones back in the city, of course, where there was
lots of pot and ass for the taking... but not bad. He'd
come against his better judgment, come only because the
dance was the only entertainment within fifty or sixty
miles, and had fully expected to have a lousy time and
hate everyone.
Instead, most of the people seemed to be sincerely
friendly with him, and practically all the ranchers--
even including his boss Cole Sutherland--had included
him when they passed the whiskey bottles around. It took
a little time for it to sink in, even longer for him to
evaluate the implications, but finally he had put it
into words, "These people let Angel Orellio drink out of
the same bottle as they do. They do not mind that I am
Mexican, and they freely offer the bottle..."
Another zephyr of thought rippled on the surface of his
consciousness. The little white school teacher, Gwen!
She bad really surprised him the night before when he
had taken her at first by force. He'd told her she would
beg him and cry out for his cock before the night was
over; he had said it, not truly believing she would. But
she had, and it had been very good indeed. Before that
long, unbelievable night was over, she had surprised him
once again when she dropped him off at the Sutherland
ranch by taking his face in her soft hands and speaking
to him in his own native tongue--Spanish.
She confused him thoroughly. In his cold jungle of
brutally hard sharply jagged edges she was a softly
rounded alien object, both emotionally and
intellectually. Today, as the hours dragged on his
disbelief had grown until he was positive that it had
all been an act. Tonight, though, she seemed to prefer
him over the dozen or so single ranch owners who tried
to make out with her. Oh, she danced with them, but
watching her from a distance, he thought it seemed as if
not all of the school teacher was there... all of her
was there only when she danced with him.
Angel turned as Eric came out onto the darkened porch
and said, "Oh... there you are. Gwen was asking if I had
seen you."
The Mexican boy shrugged, "So? Fuck her. She's not my
boss. The little bitch know where to find me." At once
he regretted saying it. He didn't think of the girl that
way at all, hut here he was once again trying to show
his friend how tough and untouchable he was. It was this
exact thing that had gotten him into trouble five
different times with the cop--had made him steal cars,
pull knives and shoplift. Still, though with other guys
you just didn't dare to let your guard down for a minute
or someone would have a shiv firmly planted six inches
in your back.
Eric stretched and looked back over his shoulder. "Boy,
are they ever getting smashed in there. Mr. Sutherland's
been dancing almost all night with Miss Meacham, and her
foreman, Sandy Gayman, is about to slug him."
"So? Let them kill each other."
Eric snorted at the remark. It was so typical of the
Mexican kid. All day long he had sensed there was
something suddenly different about Angel, and it had
occurred to him that maybe the dark youth really had
made out with the aloof young school teacher. Each time
he had laughingly dismissed it from hi mind as being a
complete and utter impossibility, but then he remembered
Kate Sutherland's hotly ovaled mouth around his own cock
and how impossible that also seemed until the magic
moment she had actually sucked him off!
It was really funny, he thought. All day long he had
thought he was in love with her and maybe he still was.
Yet, dancing with the other girls and women tonight,
each time one of their bodies would press itself
invitingly into him he would feel the wild surges of
sexual thrill shooting through him in tiny waves of
sexual desire. The other women had felt just as good in
his arms as Kate had, and it didn't take long before he
started thinking that maybe it wasn't just her... that
any hot bodied female could turn him on... and from the
way they looked at him while dancing, he thought he knew
which ones wouldn't. That knowledge had come full-blown
and clear after the one night with his bosses' wife,
instinctive and clear.
Eric heard the door open behind him, and as the light
spilled out he saw Gwen blinking in the dimness. "Oh,
there you are," she said brightly to Angel.
The big blonde youth moved over slightly so the petite
schoolteacher could stand between them. It was obvious
that all of her attention was focused on the Mexican
boy, however. She said something softy to him in
Spanish, and his fluid voice came back. Eric didn't
understand a damned word they were saying, but he did
manage to pick up Gwen's pleading "mi casa," to Eric--
from the way she said the words--it sounded as if she
wanted Angel to take her home.
Eric saw the Mexican boy's face when he answered and
even if he didn't understand the words, he was quick to
catch the meaning for Gwen immediately turned toward
him, her face falling from embarrassment. She barked
something in Spanish and Angel threw back his head and
laughed.
"Do not worry," Angel said in English. "Eric does not
understand Spanish. Do you, my friend?"
Eric shook his head negatively.
Angel turned back to the lovely young blonde girl and
raised his eyebrows as he shrugged and said again in
English, "You see, se-orita, he did not hear you begging
me to take you home where we could make love, and he did
not hear me say that I would rather take you into the
back seat of senora Kate's station wagon and fuck you
again as I did last night, and perhaps if you are good,
I will let my friend fuck you too."
"Oh," Gwen gasped in flustered dismay and anger, "You're
horrible! How could I have ever thought that you had any
sense of decency or..." Her words were choked off as,
without warning, the Mexican boy reached out and pressed
her softly yielding body toward him. His hot mouth
closed wetly over hers, and her muffled words finally
sputtered off into silence, as after a slight hesitation
she wrapped her arms subserviently around his waist.
Eric watched with a rapidly growing cock as he saw
Angel's left hand snake down to the hem of the young
blonde teacher's mini-skirt and pull it up barely an
inch, revealing the full rounded tops of her tapered
white thighs. The dress came up again another inch or
two until the thinly divided crotchband of her flimsy
nylon panties were uncovered. Then, the dark-skinned
hand dropped to lewdly cup the softly quivering mound of
her pussy, his middle finger worming itself teasingly
under the thin white legband to insinuate itself
arrogantly in the blondely curling fleece of her sparse
young pubic hair.
With the heated touch of his hand against her naked
flesh, Gwen rapidly came back to her senses and began
struggling against his wiry hold. Oh God, she thought,
her mind practically useless from the violent turbulence
of her own rising sexual need and the shattered remnants
of her former chaste modesty. What am I doing? What has
happened to me?
Two days ago, it would have been laughingly unthinkable
that she would be on a darkened porch with a Mexican boy
fondling her shamelessly aroused vagina while his friend
stood by watching. Or that the Mexican youth would be
six years younger than she... and had already done all
sorts of perverted sexual things with her less than
twenty-four hours earlier! It was all too unthinkable...
all to horribly real!
Then, suddenly, last night's emotions came rushing back
to her and she remembered how glorious his virily
throbbing young penis had felt deep up inside her. Oh
God! She was again so close to permitting him to do what
he wanted. She really didn't want to fight him.
Anyway, she probably would never see these boys again
and no one else would ever know. She rationalized that
her cravingly aroused body needed this wiry young boy...
needed him as much as oxygen and water, for she was
experiencing a new growth... the process had germinated
in the moist heat of her hungry vagina last night, and
now... now the hunger demanded to be fed.
Eric saw the young teacher's deeply ingrained moral
resistance crumble as she wrapped her arms once again
around the boy's waist and stood there trembling
submissively as he slowly used both dark hands to reach
up to the tight elastic waist band and peel the little
bikini panties down over the gently flaring white flesh
of her quivering buttocks; reaching mid-thigh, the
panties slipped of their own accord on down to the
floor.
The blond boy's breath caught in his throat as he saw
the creamy warm lushness of her naked ass gleaming in
the dim light... and the inviting shadowy cleft between
the two cur mg mounds. The heat ignited with an
incandescent brightness in his loins as he saw Angel's
extended middle finger worming its way into darkly
inviting vaginal slit from behind, and the girl's sudden
movement outward with her buttocks as she lowered them
slightly and assumed an eagerly cooperating half-crouch.
Gwen moaned deep in her throat as she felt Angel's hotly
searching finger sliding into her already feverishly
moistened slit from behind. With the first contact
between his finger and her erectly quivering clitoris,
she wanted to scream; it was so beautifully rapturous,
so thrillingly right. Her morals, upbringing, and
inhibitions were all promptly shattered by a far more
powerful new set of ruling values; need, desire, and
sensation.
So heated was her need, she made only a token protest
when she felt the other boy's big hands behind her begin
stroking--timidly at first and then with rapidly growing
confidence her helplessly trembling thighs. Angel, her
beloved Angel, was digging his wetly quivering tongue
deep into her welcoming mouth, and she felt thrill after
thrill shoot through her as she was reminded of his cock
heatedly plunging in and out of her tightly ovaled lips
last night.
Feeling the coolness of the night air hitting her naked
back, she only then became aware that the huge young boy
in back of her had unbuttoned her dress and was now
attempting to pull it over her shoulders. She did not
resist, even when his hands stole familiarly over her
naked buttocks.
Angel knew his mind had split into two completely
different parts. One section retained his old hatreds
and old beliefs that the world was against him. The
other, new, section wondered in awe at the fact that the
preciously stuck-up, white school teacher seemingly
thought of him as a man, her man!--and his swarthy
complexion made no difference to her... indeed she
seemed to think it added to his handsomeness.
Last night, speaking Spanish, she had said he was a
"beautiful" man who could easily be a "movie star". That
had been a thought--an alien thought which rapidly
blossomed. In a way, he supposed he liked her very much-
-far more than any other woman he'd had in the past but
still he had sense enough to know that it could only be
a summer thing with him--if it lasted even that long!
With her feeling this way, though, other women would be
bound to feel the same way... rich women in a soft world
who would give him what he wanted so he wouldn't have to
steal or fight for it. In that world, he would be as
tough as a tiger--as untouchable as an eagle soaring on
an updraft--for it was a known fact that these soft
women surrounded themselves by flabby, easily frightened
husbands. He dreamed of the immense possibilities as he
continued with his tongue to wetly probe the heated
insides of the young blonde teacher's willing mouth,
while his finger wormed its way along her hotly seeping
pussy lips. His drifting mind rapidly came back to
reality with a lurch as he realized Eric had almost
stripped the girl naked while he was daydreaming.
For a minute anger flared in his brain, had the other
boy forgotten this was his woman? Was he trying to take
over Angel's territory? Then abruptly he was laughing
out loud. Hell, she would always be there when he wanted
her. This wasn't the only woman in the world.
Gwen had been lost in a delirious maelstrom of ever
growing sensual sensation as she felt Angel's tongue
warmly fucking in and out of her mouth and his hotly
worming finger caressing her love starved vagina, at the
same time the young boy in back of her was stripping her
of all clothing. Oh God, it was so salaciously and
wickedly beautiful.
The thought of what they must look like sent wanton
shivers of forbidden excitement cascading through her
already intolerably overheated loins. It was then she
groaned in disappointment as she felt Angel's moistly
heated mouth leave her lips. The Mexican boy had pulled
back from her and was laughing. She realized she was
trembling like a frightened, hoarsely breathing wild
animal as Eric stripped off her bra and carefully hung
it over the porch railing. She was completely naked now-
- more naked than she had ever been before in her life
because there were two of them seeing her.
Her small perfectly formed breasts rose and fell with
each shuddering breath she took as Angel critically
inspected her body. Without removing his eyes from her,
he said, "Take off your clothes, Eric."
"Oh, no. You can't," she whimpered, knowing what was
coming. "Please, Angel."
"Shut up, teacher," he snarled, his hot hard eyes
burning like laser beams into hers. "You shall do as I
say."
"Please Angel... please. I want only you."
He laughed again, cruelly and unmercifully. "You will
have me when I'm ready for you. But first, my friend
will fuck you. After all, he has paid me two dollars if
I will let him soak his prick in your pussy." It was a
lie, but a successful one for the cowering girl recoiled
as if she had been struck in the face by a whip, causing
a new peel of sardonic laughter to bubble from the boy's
cruel lips.
Gwen could not believe what she was hearing. Oh, God!
How dare he sell her to his friends? How disgustingly
contemptible he was! How could she ever have thought she
loved him! Anger and desire jostled in her mind for
supremacy and the anger won out. She straightened, her
eyes blazing. "I won't do it!" she said through tightly
gritted teeth. "What do you think I am?"
"I already know what you are," he grinned with ominous
softness. "You are the woman who sucked my cock last
night, who came like a whore when I fucked her asshole,
and who came and came and came when I finally permitted
my prick to enter your pussy."
"Oh, Jesus," Eric moaned lowly, becoming more wildly
excited from the lewdly worded obscenities as he
frantically kicked off his undershorts and stood nakedly
beside the pitifully trembling figure of the petite
schoolteacher. It was true, all true, he could tell that
by the way she acted. She had sucked cock, and fucked...
just like his boss wife, Kate, did!
Angel had fixed the girl with his cruel stare. His
tongue came out and slowly wet his lower lip; that
gesture was more threatening than if he had balled up
his fist or flicked out a knife blade. "You do not want
to fuck for two dollars?"
Suddenly tears of fright and humiliation were streaming
down the stricken girl's face. "Please, Angel. Do I mean
nothing more than... than that to you?"
The Mexican youth paused, then nodded. "Yes... I guess
you are worth more to me."
A tremulous smile of relief had already started on
Gwen's face when Angel turned to Eric and shrugged his
shoulders. "You see how it is," he said, holding out his
hands palm upward. "I must ask three dollars."
"Oh... no!" Gwen screamed in defiance. "God, you can't
be that cruel to me!"
"Can I pay you tomorrow?" Eric asked quickly.
"Of course, my friend. Go ahead, fuck her as you wish."
He laughed loudly and moved with all the litheness of a
ballet dancer as the shattered young blonde tried to
dart nakedly past him on the porch. Grabbing her wildly
struggling figure tight around the waist from behind, he
held her captive until the giant youth stood in front of
her. His massively pulsating cock slanted up like a
telephone pole from his naked abdomen.
Gwen made one more tearful effort to plead with Angel.
"Please... don't," she whispered, then froze in fright
as the Mexican boy roughly shoved her into Eric's arms.
She was so small in relation to his powerful height that
his eagerly heated penis was pounding and beating just
below the swell of her full young breasts. Her eyes
widened in horror as she saw for the first time the
enormity of the fleshy rod. God! He would rip her into a
thousand shrieking pieces if he tried to force that up
her tiny, seldom used vaginal opening.
"Angel," she screamed, imploringly, and tried to twist
away but to no avail. Both boys were holding her
brutally now. Last night at first she had been afraid
Angel would kill her if she protested, but tonight, she
knew she would die if he made her go through with his
obscene suggestion. Her humiliation deepened and
congealed as she heard them calmly discussing the best
way for his friend to fuck her. Angel said, "She is very
tiny, your 250 pounds would squeeze the life from her if
you laid on top. I would suggest dog fashion, but she
fights too much. Perhaps you should sit back and let her
sit on your cock."
Oh God. How calloused they were. Had they no sense of
decency? Why did they exalt in this cruel humiliation of
her? All she had done was offer her pure unsullied love
to a loveless boy, and he had taken advantage of her and
sold her to one of his friends for use as a prostitute.
There was no sense in pleading with them; the experience
of last night made her realize that begging for mercy
only increased Angel's satisfaction in dominating her.
To make things worse, tonight both boys had been
drinking and there obviously would be no help from the
only four people now remaining inside the Grange Hall
because they were all drunk--probably too drunk to hear
her cries for help above the incessantly pounding dance
music.
The nakedly stripped young teacher pushed feebly against
Eric's massive chest as he effortlessly lifted her by
the armpits and carried her over to the top step of the
porch. She struggled with increased fright as she felt
him gingerly sitting his naked buttocks down on the
step. Her ankles were tightly grasped by the Mexican boy
from behind and pulled outward, forcing her wide-spread
thighs to press downward on the other boy's legs.
Then he sat completely down, while Angel firmly guided
her feet to the second step and put his hands on her
naked hips and pushed down, forcing her defenseless
spread loins closer and closer to the hotly throbbing
staff which would impale her like a fiery spear. She
never stopped her frantic, silent struggles--not even
when she felt the velvety smoothness of the other boy's
huge cockhead rubbing hotly against her tightly clenched
belly.
To Eric it was like trying to hold a madly thrashing
calf, and her fingernails had dug long bloody furrows
down his chest. Each time he reared up in an effort to
thrust his painfully pounding cock in the depths of her
desperately cringing young pussy, she writhed away from
him--even with Angel pushing down with all his wiry
strength. Goddamn, he would soon go out of his mind
unless he got it up inside the wildly struggling little
bitch!
It was Angel who, in disgust, settled matters.
"Hold her tight," he ordered, then bent down and peered
up at the thinly bearded, nakedly squirming mouth of her
pussy. For the life of him he couldn't figure why she
didn't cooperate; it was obvious that she wanted to be
fucked because her coral-hued little cunt-lips were
glistening with tiny dew drops of moisture from her
earlier arousal. Right below the little wet opening to
her pussy he could see the massively throbbing head of
Eric's cock. Prior to working on the ranch he never
would have thought of doing what he did next, but part
of his duties entailed working in the breeding shed
where the prize bulls sometimes had to be helped in
mounting a cow.
Without embarrassment, he reached out and wrapped his
fingers around the throbbing length of Eric's cock,
feeling it grow harder as he touched it, and guided it
toward the helplessly cringing opening to Gwen's vagina.
Then, he pushed down with all his might against the
fullness of her buttocks and saw the distance shorten
between cock and cunt... shorten until the pulsing head
was actually touching the thin, warmly quivering lips.
Gwen groaned loudly as she realized that all her
struggles had been in vain, as she felt the heatedly
pulsating penis teasing against her vaginal lips. The
pressure on her back from Angel's hand was intolerable.
Her muscles had begun a violent trembling as they drew
on their last sources of resistance. The intolerable
pressure at the fevered opening of her tightly clenched
young pussy grew and grew as the awesome head attempted
to make its brutal penetration. Finally, with a loud sob
of desperation, she felt her shuddering leg and back
muscles giving way, and the heavy fleshy thickness
forcing itself just up inside her vainly resisting
cuntal cavity.
Oh God! Nothing had ever stretched her so wide up
between her legs before. It was like an axe handle being
hammered up between her thighs. She screamed once more
as Angel released his hold on his friend, Eric's,
lustfully throbbing cock and put both hands on her
futilely squirming buttocks and pushed down.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh," she yelled, feeling the hotly jerking
rod burrowing slowly, but surely up into her tightly
resisting vagina. "Please... Pleeeeze!"
Gwen might as well have asked for mercy from a bull
elephant, for Eric's eyes were glazed and unreasoning
from the overpowering lust that swept like a forest fire
through his young mind at the thought of fucking his
second woman, one who was actually fighting him with all
her strength. Her wetly clasping young cunt was far
tighter than Kate's his boss wife's, had been; it felt
better in one way, not as good in another. He could tell
that she was close to the end of her strength for her
entire body was shaking from the effort she was
expending.
Suddenly with a loud groan of defeat, the young blonde
went limp and moaned loudly as his rigidly pulsating
shaft moved inexorably up, up, up deep into the heaving
pit of her no longer resisting belly. Gwen no longer had
even the strength to voice a protest, but she was
profoundly grateful when she realized it had gone as far
up inside her as it could go; she could feel her own
naked buttocks resting hard against the top of his huge
muscular young thighs.
Oddly enough, it was not as painful as she had thought.
She was filled; she had never been more filled before...
and she could feel every muscular ridge along the entire
long heated length of it pressing into her frantically
working vaginal walls. She sobbed and grunted helplessly
once, feeling the black fog of despair and humiliation
creeping in around her. Oh God! Why had she ever become
attached to the Mexican boy. She should have known he
would not understand the gift she was offering him. How
could he, when even she didn't understand it.
Never before had she given so completely of herself--
given her all emotionally and physically. It was a gift
that should be cherished! Instead he had used it for his
own sadistic purposes, had sold her for three dollars to
this young teenage giant as though she were some common
little street whore. She felt the boy's throbbing cock
flex deep up inside her painfully filled depths, and
silently groaned not wanting to give Angel the pleasure
of hearing her shriek any more. Besides, if she were
honest, she would have to admit that the pain was
rapidly leaving her, being replaced with a dull,
lethargic feeling of growing need as Eric began to
slowly thrust in and out of her wide-stretched, suddenly
unexplainably tingling vagina.
Angel grinned as he saw Gwen turn her face to the side,
biting her lower lip and at the look of awed
concentration on her face. From his point of view behind
and below on the steps, he could see Eric's hardened
glistening rod moving surely in and out of her widely
parted vaginal lips... the pink outer layer of pussy
clung to his blue-veined shaft as though it were
reluctant to let it go. He was still watching as her
nakedly quivering buttocks made their first tentative
little movement of cooperation, and then she was
abruptly with it, and began energetically fucking down
on the wet fleshy pole as though she could not get
enough of it.
The two were so engrossed in the wildly thrilling
sensations of fucking that neither was aware that Angel
had walked past them and was standing by the window
looking in to see what the drunken gringos were doing
for kicks. They were still dancing, if you called that
drunken shuffle "dancing". His eyes flickered with
amusement as he saw Cole Sutherland's hand
surreptitiously massaging the Meacham girl's tightly
clad little ass. That ought to be pretty good stuff,
Angel thought, then glanced at Kate Sutherland's
promising body and felt the first real desire of the
night as he thought about the possibilities of fucking
her, too. He paid absolutely no attention to the
deliriously groaning, wildly thrashing bodies of the
young blonde school teacher and his friend, Eric,
fucking each other as though it were the end of the
world on the top step of the hall.
Inside, the air was hot with old cigarette smoke and the
savagely pulsating beat of the music spilling out of the
stereo speakers. Kate was exhausted, unhappy; she wanted
to go home, had wanted to leave two hours ago. She
looked up at Sandy, thinking it was like dancing with a
zombie. He wasn't paying the least bit of attention to
her, and hadn't been for the last twenty minutes.
"Look at that son of a bitch Cole," Sandy said thickly,
missing a beat in the music.
Kate stumbled drunkenly against him. "Calm down, Sandy.
Don't make a scene. All he's doing is dancing with her."
"What's he trying to do... break up our happy homes?
He's danced almost every dance with her! Mela's my
woman... and he better get it through his head."
Kate knew it was the alcohol talking in him, but knowing
what it was didn't make Sandy any easier to handle.
There'd been a lot of going out to the cars and pick-ups
for quick snorts. This was common enough at the Grange
Hall dance, but Sandy had gotten drunk quicker than most
of the men. Kate felt a little woozy herself and she'd
only had half a dozen drinks, but it got so hot dancing
that the alcohol seemed to get to you.
"Forget about Mela... and Cole... just concentrate on
dancing with me," she said, not wanting to dance with
Cole. She didn't care if he spent all night with Mela
Meacham. When she'd finally stolen wearily upstairs from
the teenage boy, Eric's, bed last night, Cole still
wasn't in. She'd crawled between the sheets and went
immediately to sleep. This morning her husband had been
gone to the barns before she was up and she hadn't
really seen him alone since.
She could only be grateful, for she didn't think she
could ever face him again after being fucked senseless
by two other men yesterday. She hated him and herself.
The guilt had been in her like a cancer all day and it
was devouring her now... what had happened meant an end
to their marriage. It was painfully obvious that he was
more interested in Mela Meacham than his own wife.
Sandy could feel the rage in him rising like the red
line of a thermometer. Just when he had Mela almost
ready to go and get the license, he sure as hell wasn't
going to let Cole Sutherland get to her! The ranch was
going to be his, by God! Cole already had one and sure
as hell didn't need another! Then he looked over at the
other dancing couple and froze, his body like a ramrod.
Puzzled, Kate turned and felt she had just been hit by a
mammoth fist in her belly. Cole and Mela weren't dancing
any longer. Their lips were welded drunkenly together,
and even as she watched, the young ranch heiress pulled
Cole's hand from her hips and guided it up to her
breast. The brazen hussy! She was suddenly thrown bodily
back as, with the loud bellow of an enraged bull, Sandy
shot across the floor and savagely slugged Cole right on
the point of his chin! It was as though the whole thing
were in slow motion, a film, a cowboy movie. Kate
watched in horror as Cole flew six feet backwards,
slammed his head heavily against a table, and fell flat
on his back on the floor.
Only then did Kate's muscles begin to function. Oh God!
Sandy had killed him. Cole was lying so still, and there
was Mela Meacham laughing at Sandy's murderous
expression.
Without thinking, Kate ran across the floor to her
husband's body, cradled his head in her arms, and tried
to wipe his damp brow. She covered his face with kisses,
trying to bring him back to consciousness, and abruptly
the tears came flowing from deep within her as she
realized for the first time exactly how much this man
meant to her. She didn't care what he had done! She knew
now that Mela had seduced him.
It wasn't Cole's fault! He'd been seduced, pushed beyond
his endurance... just as she had, she realized. Oh God,
Cole had to be all right... he had to! What a fool she'd
been, trying to get back at him, tit for tat. Oh God, if
he ever found out...! Tears flooded down both sides of
her face as she murmured, "Cole, Cole darling. Are you
all right, Cole... Honey, oh, darling." She rocked
hopelessly with his head in her arms, crushing his face
to her breast.
Cole tried to open his eyes, but they felt as if they
were weighted down with lead. His jaw hurt, really hurt.
Gradually, as the other sensations returned to his body,
he became aware that his face was being pillowed on
something softly yielding. He laboriously opened one eye
and saw his wife's tear-stained face.
Kate saw his confused eyes looking up at her and she
began weeping uncontrollably.
"Oohhh, darling," she gasped through her sobs, "you're
all right? Oh, please be all right! Please, I love you
so... don't leave me... please don't leave me for
Mela... I won't even beg for a child anymore... just
don't leave me... forgive me..."
"S'all right, honey. I'm okay, I think. Just want to lie
here a minute," Cole mumbled. His head was fuzzy. Must
have had a lot of booze. He could hear the muffled
thudding of Kate's heart under the fleshy fullness of
her soft breast. She was really worried about him. It
was nice to have her worried about him! That damn bitch,
Mela, sure as hell would never worry about him. She was
a taker. Kate was a giver! Everything had gone wrong
since he came home... and it must be on account of Mela.
Cole pulled his cramped arm away and slid it around his
wife's slender waist, burying his face a little deeper
into the lush ripeness of her breast. Good kid, his
wife. Worried about him. Shouldn't have treated her so
bad. He looked over at the loud commotion a few feet
away, and grinned as he heard Sandy angrily yelling at a
wildly laughing Mela.
"You're drunk! You hot cunted little bitch!" Sandy
shouted, the fury in him like a forest fire out of
control. "You're drunk and you keep your goddamned hands
off that bastard Cole Sutherland... you hear me!" His
hands jerked the young girl up to him by the dress
front.
Mela sneered, then said sarcastically, "You don't own me
yet, lover... don't forget it. I'll put my hands where I
damn well please! And when I say Come here frog, you
hop!"
"Like hell!" The foreman yanked and the whole front of
her dress came away in his hands, splitting down the
front with a shriek of cloth. Mela shrank back from him
in momentary fright as he stood stupidly holding the
tatters of her dress in his big hands. She looked down
at her naked breasts jutting proudly above her smooth
white belly and the white panty clad hips below.
Suddenly it was all terribly funny. The whole thing was
too funny for words. She laughed shrilly again, whirling
and dancing away from Sandy. The ruined dress slipped
off her shoulder and she let it slide, stepping out of
it and leaving it in a crimson puddle on the floor.
Pirouetting around the deserted dance floor, Mela
frugged alone to the music still blaring from the
untended phonograph. The rush of cool air felt wonderful
on her naked breasts and she reveled in the freedom of
going without clothes. Suddenly even the flimsy bikini
panties were too much. She stopped on the raised
platform and, turning toward Sandy near the rear of the
hall, slowly and tantalizingly began pulling down her
thin, flimsy panties, writhing and undulating her firmly
rounded young buttocks lewdly in time to the frug music.
She could see Sandy standing there stunned, his mouth
open like he had a lead weighted jaw and his eyes about
to pop right out of his head, as she finally waved the
panties high above her head and then carelessly threw
them back over her shoulder. She spread her thighs and
ground her golden-haired vagina forward and backward in
time to the music in the mock motions of fucking.
Sandy began staggering toward the lewdly writhing figure
on the stage. Stark naked! Jesus Christ, that crazy
young girl was stark naked! His prick was already
painfully beating inside his pants. Goddamn her anyway!
She was so crazy... but by God she was his! Wouldn't get
away from him, no sir. He passed Cole and Kate on the
floor. They were wrapped up in each other like lovers.
Guess they must have made up. Damn good piece of ass,
that Kate. But Mela was a good piece and had a ranch
too. Just had to tame her a little. Wild thing. Time he
really branded her for good.
Great peals of laughter were spilling from the young
heiress's throat when her ranch foreman stumbled onto
the stage with her, almost falling flat on his face. He
bumped heavily against her and steadied himself by
grabbing her madly undulating hips. While he stood there
looking foolish and angrily undecided, she yanked at his
shirt front and the pearl buttons popped, falling like
broken teeth on the stage floor.
"What're you doing, woman?" Sandy asked, trying very
hard to sober up as he blinked down and watched the
young girl pulling his trousers and underpants down over
his naked buttocks.
"Helping you, lover. Let's show the whole world what
there really is to do in South Dakota."
Sandy's anger abruptly evaporated as he felt her small,
perspiration dampened hand close in on his thick penis.
He kicked off his boots, stepped out of his pants and
undershorts, and then smoothly slid his hand up between
Mela's heatedly spread thighs.
The girl began moaning and mewling into Sandy's mouth,
reaching up on her tiptoes to get closer to his hotly
throbbing cock burning against her hotly perspiring
abdomen. His penis felt deliciously wonderful--as though
it were a big felt-tipped drum stick wildly pounding
against her kettle drum belly. But that wasn't where she
wanted it... it was inside her that she needed it...
deep up inside her hungrily aching cunt, which was
pulsing and throbbing on its own hollowness until the
warmly seeping pussy juice was almost flooding down the
smooth insides of her hairless inner thighs. She could
actually feel the slow trickle as the hot flowing
rivulets oozed down toward her knees.
"OHHH, God! Sandy, lover... fuck meeee," she moaned
loudly; and her words carried to the back of the hall,
and Kate heard the lewd request even above the music and
the pounding of her own heart covered by Cole's gently
massaging hand.
"Cole, darling... please... let's go home," Kate said,
as she realized the young girl and her foreman were
completely naked and heatedly stroking each other's
vagina and penis.
"Mmmmmmm... mmmmmm..." Cole answered, his hand still
inside her ruffled dress, cupping the ripe warmth of her
heavy breast.
"Don't... not here... Sandy and that Meacham girl are
still here." Kate made a halfhearted attempt to pry his
hand loose and found her eyes being drawn repeatedly
back to the salacious scene on the stage.
"Who cares about them," Cole mumbled against the warmly
swelling mound coming out the top of her dress. "You're
my woman... don't want anybody else... trouble... just
trouble, that's all... just want my Kate!" he mumbled
thickly.
Oh God! Now down there on the stage, the Meacham girl
had placed both hands on the foreman's huge quivering
penis and was wildly milking it back and forth. Suddenly
there were responding vibrations in Kate's body. She
remembered the velvety feeling of Sandy's and Eric's
pricks heatedly pounding like living animals in her
hand. She could almost feel them now! Cole's fingers
were hungrily moving all over her naked breasts, and she
had the insane urge to be freed of all clothes... to be
as free as Sandy and Mela.
Vaguely aware that it really was the alcohol dissolving
her inhibitions, Kate leaned down to hesitantly zip down
Cole's pants and began worming her fingers through the
opening of his shorts... finding at once the madly
throbbing hardness of his cock! She glanced up once,
worrying about the other couple and wishing that the
lights were out, but what she saw so stunned her that
she stiffened.
"What's matter?" Cole asked, his words muffled, speaking
with his mouth full of one of his wife's nakedly
quivering nipples and not really giving a damn about
anything else except this wonderfully succulent mouthful
and Kate's warm tingling fingers wrapped around his
eagerly thumping prick.
"Oh God, Cole! Look up there, darling!" she whispered in
a heavy breath, feeling a wild excitement beginning to
grow in her heated loins as her disbelieving eyes froze
on one of the most salacious scenes she had ever seen in
her life.
"Goddamn Sam," Cole whispered in awe, then shook his
head as if to clear it of alcoholic vapors. Up there on
the stage the foreman and the young girl were doing a
stand up sixty-nine, with Sandy rotating his torso
around in time to the torrid rhythm of the music. The
Sutherlands could see Mela dangling head down with her
glistening red lips rapidly moving back and forth over
the long wet length of Sandy's eagerly throbbing cock;
her long blonde hair swirled down around the foreman's
ankles. The big man easily held the slender figure
upside down by the hips with her wildly thrashing thighs
spread wide up and scissored outward over his shoulders;
his bull neck was bent and they could see his curling
red tongue voraciously licking the coral-hued pussy lips
while his nose seemingly was attempting to push its way
into her crinkled little anal opening. Their loud animal
mewls of lewd pleasure could be heard floating
sensuously above the music.
Kate moaned, it was an involuntary sound reflecting her
own suddenly craving desire; beneath her hand, Cole's
rigidly pulsating prick jerked like a harnessed animal
eager to begin its journey home.
"I gotta fuck you, baby," Cole said. "Fuck you right now
or I'll die!"
"Yes... yes, darling." Her eyelids fluttered and she
tightly clenched her thighs, scraping them together and
feeling the sensual delights of her own heated smooth
flesh rubbing against heated smooth flesh all the way
from trembling knees up to her feverishly moistened
cuntal lips.
Frantically the two Sutherlands stood and ripped their
clothes off, throwing them haphazardly away from them,
then groaning, nakedly sank back down again to the dance
floor.
There's nothing wrong with Cole's jaw now, Kate thought,
as he caught her mouth in a deep kiss, his familiar
tongue wetly sliding deep into her open mouth while his
hands kneaded the fleshy fullness of her eagerly
trembling buttocks. Her hand dropped and found his
massively throbbing hardness again, and she began
rapidly stroking it with tightly squeezing fingers that
could not encompass its girth.
Cole couldn't stand the torment any longer. Jesus, it
was bad enough to watch Mela and her ranch foreman
cannibalizing each other's cock and cunt that way, but
here was his Kate acting like a completely new and
different woman--about to go right out of her fucking
mind, frantically tugging on his prick and moaning loud
enough to wake the dead. He could feel his naked cock
screaming silently in jerks and quiver, as he rolled
over on his back and held up his hands for her. His
woman was here and ready, and she'd do anything he
wanted her to do now. "Ohhhh, baby," he crooned, "Come
on here and sit down on big Daddy."
Panting in eagerness, Kate immediately straddled him.
She had never fucked in this position before and
excitedly wondered if it would be good, then her mind
reminded her that every way was good! She knew her
vagina was sopping wet and had been even before Mela and
her foreman had begun staging their lewd sixty-nine at
the end of the room. Still, though, as she put her thumb
and forefinger down to separate her hotly quivering
pussy lips, not even she was prepared for the puddle of
heated moisture between her legs.
She shuddered deliciously as she felt her own fingers
opening her hotly sensitive cuntal mouth, then she
pushed her pelvis slightly forward and brought her
hungry vagina into contact with the madly throbbing pole
jutting from Cole's groin. When she took her fingers
away seconds later, the whole wonderful head of his
prick was just barely inside her. She flexed her
buttocks causing her cunt lips to tighten and squeeze,
and was thrilled when Cole groaned loudly and rolled his
eyes in pleasure.
Cole could feel the head of his cock softly enfolded by
his wife's heatedly quivering cuntal lips. Jesus,
nothing had ever felt so good before. It felt almost as
if she had sucked it up in her mouth, and her pussy
muscles played around his cockshead like a teasing,
tormenting tongue. Although almost frantic with need, he
decided to let her take the initiative, and put his
hands behind his head in a phony act of nonchalance.
Staring up at her above him, he saw the two mightily
straining mounds of her tits hanging down like great
golden pears and her hair swaying sensually back and
forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to
side in closed-eyed sensual wonderment. Her ass was
moving in tight, voraciously growing little circles,
circles that gradually became wider and wilder as she
slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the long
throbbing length of the fleshy staff.
Kate had worked about half of Cole's hotly jerking rod
up into her when she finally could stand the waiting no
longer. With a loud groan of expectant ecstasy she
simply let go and permitted her excitedly quivering
pussy to slide wetly down the wondrous shaft all the way
until her vaginal lips were nibbling hungrily against
the darkly curling pubic hair surrounding his testicles.
She was filled completely and fully. Oh, God, it was so
beautiful! Cole, her Cole was inside her again! The way
it used to be! He would never leave her because she knew
now that he was far more important than a child. Cole
was her world, her real world. She'd do anything to keep
him.
Whimpering, Kate could feel all of the ridged flutings
of his wonderful penis throughout all of her sensitive
cuntal sheath. She squeezed down with her abdominal
muscles and could tell that he found pleasure from that
movement, then, straining heavily she pulled upward with
her bladder muscles and heard him moan loudly.
The feel of Kate's warmly familiar pussy squeezing and
milking him so lovingly and excitedly made Cole feel as
if he were truly home for the first time.
Goddamn, he thought, this is Kate at her best--better,
really, than she had ever been before! No one could
match her, and that was because she was his woman--
personally selected by him originally, just like he had
picked the Limousin bull, and the only woman he had ever
married... or would probably ever marry! He sensed now
that a lot of his discontent during their marriage had
been his own fault. Hell, he should have laid down the
law years ago. A woman needed to be trained; they could
be taught to like anything. But now, no real training
was necessary for he knew Kate would do it any way he
wanted it. He knew it!
And when the time came to test her, he was positive she
would respond. Tonight was the first time she had ever
fucked from the female-above position, and she was
awkward in her movements. Well, that was easily enough
solved.
"Put your knees right up here under my arm-pits, baby,"
he commanded. When she did as he told her, he added,
"Now see if that isn't better."
Kate found that the new positioning enabled her to slide
her vagina more easily up and down the heatedly
pulsating length of his lust hardened cock, and soon
established a natural rhythm that gradually increased in
tempo until she was bucking on top of him crazily as if
she was riding a steer or a Limousin bull. Oh God! It
was so fantastically beautiful!
Frantically working now, the rich creamy fullness of her
ass rotated insanely above him, while her heavily
straining tits lunged and danced as though they were
trying to tear themselves off her chest.
These frenzied lunges downward made Kate realize she was
deliberately hammering her heated cervix against the
blunted head of Cole's prick... and each time her
uterine opening slammed against his hammer-like cock it
was as though a temple gong had been struck, and the
sensuously powerful reverberations rippled throughout
her entire body.
Once in a moment of delirious joy, she screamed like a
Banshee, and the cry of exaltation was heard by the
still standing, still hungrily sucking big foreman on
the stage who lifted his voraciously feasting mouth from
Mela's insanely twitching pussy. He blinked in
bewilderment several times, trying to focus his eyes,
then said in amazement, "Jesus Christ! Look at 'em go!"
He pulled at the upside down girl's hips, trying to yank
his cock from her hotly sucking mouth, but she refused
to relinquish it... clinging to the warm shaft like an
unweaned calf sucking on a life-giving teat. Sandy was
finally forced to shove his knees together and lower her
to the floor before her wetly compressed lips plopped
loudly loose.
"Oh God! Why did you stop?" Mela angrily demanded, as
she felt her head touching the floor. God! Just as she
was getting so close to cumming, this drunken jackass
had to stop--leaving her dangling in midair. And he
hadn't cum yet, either!
Sandy kept lowering her until she was stretched out flat
on her back on the stage floor. Mela, thinking he wanted
to have sexual intercourse with her this way, eagerly
spread her legs out wide and impatiently raised her
knees to her chest. Sandy Gayman, however, was not even
looking at her. Furious, the heiress turned to see what
he found so interesting, then she blinked and scrambled
to her feet to stand nakedly beside him.
"Jesus," Sandy repeated wonderingly, "look at 'em fuck!"
Mela realized she was holding her breath at the
unexpectedness of the lewd spectacle. Wow! she thought,
you expect to see things like this in some parts of
Europe, but in South Dakota? Unbelievable!
It was so unbelievable that she reached out and took
hold of the foreman's hotly pulsating prick and, using
it as a halter, led him down the steps and across the
floor to where the Sutherlands writhed and moaned in
tightly locked intercourse; it was as though they were
the only people in the world, madly fucking to populate
the planet.
"Goddamn," Sandy breathed in awe, looking down at the
rounded sensuousness of Kate Sutherland's nakedly
pumping buttocks as she rode insanely up and down her
husband's long wetly glistening cock. Goddamn, he
thought, there was something about watching another
couple do it that sent your own temperature soaring. Now
old Cole was really pouring it to her now, his lust-
hardened prick fired in and out of her hotly clasping
cunt like a well-oiled piston in a machine... a fucking
machine! Hell, he must be drunker than he thought. That
was the guy he'd slugged a few moments ago for feeling
Mela up and now Sandy didn't wish him anything but a
good fuck, which he was really getting!
Mela was staring in equal fascination, watching the
wetly shivering shaft of white flesh go in and out of
Kate's pink mouthed pussy. Her little red tongue came
out to lick her lips, and her hand tightened around
Sandy's prick. The fires were in her like an inferno!
Oh, God, there was a growing burning desire within her
to join them in a real old-fashioned orgy. Quickly she
relinquished her hold on Sandy's wildly throbbing penis
and said softly, "Let's join them... come on, baby...
let's really have a party."
Cole looked up hazily as a soft insinuating voice said,
"Mind if we join you... looks like fun! The more the
merrier, I always say!" His eyes met an opened golden
hair fringed pussy, the lips swollen and slick and
glistening, the pink folds parting, layer by moist layer
right over his face. God! Drunk! He'd never been this
drunk! He was even hallucinating! He had to be. Kate,
his own wife, was right here riding his prick, and that
just couldn't be another pussy slowly lowering over his
face!
Kate's hands dug into Cole's strong muscular forearms in
order to get a better grip and ride his stabbing cock
without losing her balance. As she looked up she saw
Mela with her face toward her lowering wide-spread
thighs around Cole's head! Oh dear God! It couldn't be!
That hussy would do anything! Kate shook her head to try
and clear it but the vision of the nakedly blonde cunt
rapidly sinking down over Cole's face would not
disappear. Well, I will feel better to Cole, Kate
thought, I'll feel so good to him that he'll never
forget it. Quickly, then, she began concentrating on
doing the best job she could by flexing and unflexing
muscles she never before knew existed.
Mela groaned aloud, then shrieked in pleasure as she
ground her splayed pussy straight into Cole's face and
felt his tongue curl out to stab into the heated depths
of her churning body, ramming a deliciously surging
thrill of sensation to her raw nerve ends and setting
her whole abdomen on fire! Ohhh, it was beautiful! The
young heiress looked up to see Sandy standing where
she'd left him, looking slightly puzzled. "Find a seat,
lover... join the fun," she taunted, then her voice
gurgled off incoherently as Cole's teeth clamped down on
her violently erect clitoris.
The music had finally stopped now and, standing just
outside, all Angel could hear was the deliriously
moaning, nakedly fucking couple on the steps and the
wildly stimulating sucking sounds coming from within the
hall. Never before in his life had he seen or imagined
anything as salacious and lust inciting as this. It was
all too exciting, and his heated desire suddenly boiled
over. Quickly he stripped off all of his clothes, then
grabbed Eric's powerfully working shoulder. He had to
shake the boy a couple of times before he got his
attention. Gwen, her eyes dully glazed with an animal
lust, stared at him dumbly and acted as if she were
impatient with his interruption. "Come on," the Mexican
boy demanded.
"What'd you mean, 'come on'? I haven't cum in her yet!"
the young blonde giant protested, continuing to thrust
his throbbing shaft into the hotly clenching depths of
the teacher's cunt.
"Pick her up and let's go in and join the orgy!"
That got their attention. Gwen's eyes widened in alarm,
and Eric looked at him in shocked disbelief.
"Come on," Angel insisted, tugging impatiently at the
boy's arm. "Let's join them."
Eric stood up effortlessly as Gwen, uncertain of what to
do and not really wanting to go inside--yet unwilling to
be deprived of that hotly pulsating staff which was
bringing her so much delirious joy--wrapped her legs
tightly around his hips and held on to his neck with her
arms as the boy walked to the door. Her back was to the
dance floor, and she didn't see the lewd spectacle until
she heard Eric's sudden hiss of breath and his
whispered, "Jesus Christ." When she turned, it took
several seconds for the lewd scene to penetrate her
consciousness. There was Cole Sutherland with his face
buried in Mela Meacham's wildly undulating young vagina,
while his wife, Kate Sutherland, writhed in total
abandonment on his glistening thick penis.
A naked Sandy Gayman stood there with a powerfully
beating erection, looking puzzled... drunk. At once the
school teacher wanted to leave; she didn't want to be a
part of that wickedly perverted scene. What they were
doing wasn't right, it was dirty! But even as she was
thinking this, the first powerful jolts of excitement
were hitting her right in the middle of her still
heatedly pulsating belly. Oh, God, it was so terrible
and yet, in another more primitive way, so forbiddenly
beautiful!
Angel wasted no time in leading the young giant across
the room; Eric continued to madly thrust into the young
blonde teacher's wetly drenched vagina, and with every
step he took it seemed as if he was going deeper, higher
up into her taut little belly. The three of them were
nakedly alongside the others before Mela spotted them.
The Mexican boy saw the young heiress's eyes widen and
then begin glowing with an even hotter excitement.
"Well, welcome to the party," Mela breathed, sultrily,
then said, "Lie down beside Cole, quick!"
Obediently Eric did as he was instructed. Gwen, though,
was so distracted and embarrassed that she almost lost
her desire, but the loss was only momentary because
Eric--with a solid floor beneath his back could finally
get leverage in the upward thrusts of his now insanely
pounding cock as it drove relentlessly into the little
blonde teacher's heatedly milking cunt.
Angel watched with a desirous and a growing need of his
own as he watched the five writhing bodies, two wetly
ramming penises slamming into two frantically clenching
pussies, and one cunt being licked like it was the end
of the world. He waited for an invitation to join--any
invitation! He'd like to try out the Sutherland woman's
asshole or the Meacham girl's mouth. Either way... it
didn't really make much difference.
Beside him, shaking his head like a big shaggy dog,
Sandy blinked his eyes and reached out a hand into the
empty space around him to steady himself. Jesus! Christ!
What was happening? Now there was another goddamned
couple fucking on the floor beside Cole. It was that kid
Eric and... and... he bent down, blearily peering into
the face and then stepped back rapidly as he saw who it
was. That little stuck-up snotty schoolteacher! Hot
damn! There she was being fucked out of her mind, with
her nicely rounded young ass cheeks rising and falling
as she sought to grind down and cram the boy's heavily
thickened cock all the way up her belly and out her
throat.
He could see the tiny puckering flower of her hairlessly
flexing asshole, nicely browned and tightly clenched.
Son of a bitch, he thought wonderingly well, son of a
bitch! Unsteadily, he took a step forward pushing Eric's
legs apart and then knelt between the boy's wide-spread
thighs, holding his eagerly jerking cock in his hand as
he leaned forward. Asshole was one thing he hadn't had
in a long time. "Join the party," Mela had said, and by
God he planned to do just that.
Gwen felt the tip of something smooth and rubbery
prodding hotly against her naked flesh from behind and
she tried to straighten up and turn her head to see. The
big foreman's drunkenly grinning face leered down at her
as his hands came around and down over her back and
caught her nakedly quivering breasts. He squeezed them
hard, eliciting a yelp of fright and pain from her.
"Hell of a party, Gwen, baby," he said. "It's time old
Sandy joined the party. You got the sweetest little
asshole I seen in a long time, and I'm aiming to have
some."
"Oh, noooooo," she wailed, remembering the excruciating
pain of the first entry from the brutal sodomizing she
had received the night before. "Angel, help me... don't
let him, please, Angel."
"I'm sorry, my little whore, but he has paid me four
dollars to cum up in your asshole." There was no mercy,
no softness, in his mockingly glittering eyes. This was
something he wanted to see and before it was over she
would thank him.
"Kate... help me," Gwen cried out, beginning to wildly
thrash against Eric's chest. She saw the Sutherland
woman open her eyes and look over toward her; there was
almost a drugged, dreamy expression on her face as she
rose and fell ecstatically on her husband, Cole's wetly
driving hardness.
Abruptly Gwen felt her breasts being pushed down flat
against Eric's chest again. Her violent struggles only
succeeded in angering the big foreman who slapped her
quivering buttocks a couple of times, then as if
relishing her yelps of pain began striking both of his
calloused palms against her tender fleshy globes,
rapidly turning them a blushing pink.
Kate abruptly became aware that Gwen was repeatedly
calling her name. What did the stupid girl want?
Couldn't she see that this was not a time for
interruption? She blinked, trying to clear her eyes and
looked over toward the pleading teacher. A sudden shock
went through her as she saw Sandy reaching down and
moistening his fingers on the huge fleshy rod burrowing
up into the wildly writhing girl's cunt from below,
then, slipping them higher in the violently trembling
crevice between her buttocks he tensed them around the
tiny puckered lips of her anus. Even so, it was not
until she heard the big foreman tell Eric to hold the
girl tightly that she realized with a sudden shock that
he was lubricating her there and what he was planning to
do to her.
Oh God! He was going to sodomize the girl. Kate looked
around for help, but the only non-involved person was
the cruelly smirking Angel.
Sandy grinned in obscene anticipation down at the naked
young teacher cowering against the young giant's chest
and slowly drew apart the soft white mounds of her
buttocks. Gwen groaned loudly in fear and tried to
tightly clench them together again, but the big foreman
dug his fingers hard into the full fleshy cheeks and,
rather than suffer the pain, she relaxed and let him do
as he willed.
Kate felt the birth of a new and even hotter excitement
in her loins as she saw the tiny puckered ring of the
small blonde's rectal mouth come into view. Sandy used
the thumb and widespread fingers of his left hand to
hold the trembling cheeks apart then tentatively pressed
his fingertip at the little brown opening. Gwen,
squealing loudly, tensed her buttocks together in a
desperate, but futile, effort to escape this unnatural
invasion. Then, with one relentless thrust, his thick
worming finger popped through the tightly clenched
opening and sank hotly up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh," Gwen gasped, breathing heavily and in
pain, as she flexed her ass cheeks together as tightly
as possible trapping his hand between them.
Sandy grinned even more lewdly, then pushed in with a
greater pressure; the finger sank in to the second
knuckle and, as the defeated girl began groaning in
piteous submission, his thick finger was in all the way
to the flat of his palm.
Kate excitedly watched as the ranch foreman mercilessly
ground his middle finger around in the helpless girl's
tortured anus, widening the tiny hole in preparation,
all the while energetically stroking his wildly
throbbing prick with his other hand. A moment later, he
spread her helplessly trembling buttocks wide again and
placed the huge round bulbous head of his cock against
the defensively puckering little anal opening.
The thick full length of his penis pounded hotly into
the crevice of her ass, with the tip resting against the
tiny hole wet from her vaginal juices and stretched wide
from his finger. Pushing his hands under her thighs, he
stretched her wide apart then directed his lust hardened
rock-like staff straight into the tightly clenched
orifice of her ass.
Kate simply could not believe what she saw happening.
Gwen's tiny little anus could not take that monstrously
large prick. It couldn't! After all, the girl was less
than five feet tall, and she already had Eric's mammoth
rod fucking into her vagina from below. Cole's wife
waited with bated breath as she saw Sandy's hips slowly
pressuring forward, and then she groaned loudly in
sympathy as she saw the huge throbbing head suddenly pop
through the tight restricting little ring of flesh.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh," the shrill scream of pain caught
Cole's attention and he used his hands to push Mela's
still hungrily grinding pussy away from his face. He
turned his head and then snorted as he heard Sandy
Gayman say drunkenly, "Boy... what a tight little,
asshole." A second later, Gwen was howling again as the
foreman's huge invading cock began hammering its way up
into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. Soon, Gwen's
strengthless body simply collapsed down against Eric's
chest and the heavy hardness wormed on in unimpeded,
mercilessly hammering its way up, up, up, until it was
all the way to the hilt.
Once Sandy felt his balls touch the sides of widespread
buttock cheeks there was no waiting. Within seconds the
two giant pricks had established a punishing rhythm as
they rammed in and out of the helplessly writhing girl's
cunt and asshole. Cole heard his wife groan and flex her
vaginal muscles with what he recognized as an even
greater excitement, then saw the obviously painfully
aroused Angel standing watching them with a defiant look
on his face.
What the hell, everyone else was having a go at it...
why not him? "Come on son, join the party. Take your
choice... anyone but me." He grinned to show it was a
joke, then pulled Mela's sweetly clasping pussy down
over his face again. His tongue shot out in one hot lick
and he was rewarded with her shrill scream of rapture.
Kate watched in open-mouth amazement as the petite
schoolteacher began abruptly moving in eager cooperation
with the two big men. She looked like a rag doll being
buffeted between them, but there was no denying the
intense pleasure she was receiving from them. Gwen had
begun mewling loudly and seemed almost out of her mind
with an implacable desire that drove her to frenzied
abandoned motions that were so sensually exciting to
watch that Kate began to feel incomplete herself.
She had to have it just like Gwen was getting it.
Nothing else would satisfy her but Angel... she'd had
every male here but him, and her own steaming desire
made her cry out, "Angel... fuck me from behind.
Quick... just like Sandy's doing to Gwen!"
The Mexican boy needed no other encouragement, but he
did take four steps away toward the deserted dining
table and picked up a gob of half-melted butter which he
spread all over his eagerly throbbing cock. Then he dug
his hand in the butter plate and came back, fingers all
golden, to smear it in and around Kate's expectantly
raised little oval mouth. Even before he got his hotly
hammering cock into Kate, Gwen was already screeching
out an orgasm, a chant of fulfillment that was rapidly
picked up by the madly thrashing Mela.
Angel quickly knelt between Cole's wide-spread thighs
and placed the throbbing, blood-filled head of his dark
penis against his wife's hungrily quivering anal opening
and then thrust forward with all his wiry young
strength, driving in one stroke all the way in to the
hilt, feeling his balls slap against the backs of her
trembling thighs and against the top of Cole
Sutherland's balls down below.
"Ohhhh... Jesus..." Kate hissed through tightly clenched
teeth. Oh God, that really hurt! And yet, as Angel
immediately began grinding his desire-hardened cock in
long heated strokes in and out of the warm, buttery
slickened depths of his boss' wife's rectum, she could
feel the deeper rectal and vaginal muscles beginning to
move in harmony together, and she could feel her body
rapidly soaring toward the long sought orgasm. Eric came
with a loud cry of delight.
Gwen continued to orgasm--furiously convulsing under the
two male figures sandwiching her between them--and her
frantic movements of release triggered Sandy's pent-up
energy and the foreman came with a bellow that shook the
hall. Then Angel was throbbing hotly up into the
furthermost regions of Cole's wife's rectum filling the
whole of her bowels with his lust-heated cum. That left
only Cole and her. And he was about there too!
Arching like a great bull, the whole formidable strength
of his straining body behind the effort, Cole lifted
from the floor as he drove the spike of his manhood deep
into the heatedly pulsating vitals of his wife and the
whole fucking world was taking off! He noted with some
satisfaction that only he and Kate were still fucking,
the others had thrown in the towel and shot their wads.
Suddenly, he felt it give... the entire tremendous
volume of his dammed up cum streaming out in great
hosings of sperm, shooting in hot spewings into Kate's
arching, bucking body.
Goddamn! Once he'd turned her on there was no one could
match his Kate... As Cole felt the gushing ecstasy go on
and on, he remembered dimly the line of print on a page
in a book Kate had left open on the corner of his
desk... what was it "MY LAST DUCHESS." By God, yes...
Kate would be his last duchess... the only one he ever
wanted... the best... and the first heifer out of that
Limousin bull he'd call Duchess!
Kate felt the streams of white hot cum pouring into her
exhausted body and it was like the whole world was
showering love into her as though she were the great
earth mother of all time. Her tightly constricted belly
expanded then into one blinding, searing, exultant
flashing of sensation that seemed too immense for her
brain to register in its glory, and she was bursting
with the love she felt had been contained too long in
her own selfishness. Oh God... she was born and died and
conceived and spent and destroyed and reborn again in
those few brief seconds, and she was the mother of the
whole world... the whole hot breed that peopled the
universe!
-= Epilogue =-
Cole Sutherland wheeled the station wagon out of the
Grange Hall side road and began driving back toward the
ranch, shielding his eyes against the glare of the
rising sun. Jesus, what a night! What an orgy! It hadn't
been his first, and it definitely wasn't going to be his
last, but it had been the first involving seven turned-
on people. He shook his head in silent amazement.
Man, oh man, alive! What a night--starting out as a mean
drunken bash with everyone slashing at each other like
steel-spurred fighting cocks and then turning into
something that had changed everyone participating. Mela
Meacham, that crazy bitch, had decided to marry Sandy
Gayman in order to stick around and see what happened--
because in her mind Paris wasn't the swinging scene--it
was right here in South Dakota.
That meant the Limousin bull partnership was settled.
She had some good ideas, the restaurant in Denver, for
one! Christ, they'd all be double-millionaires in ten
years.
Cole glanced over as the giant sleeping figure of Eric
restlessly stirred beside him in the front seat of the
station wagon. Good kid, that. A nice clean-cut kid.
Kate had said he had no parents. Well, he had a couple
now if he wanted them! He was a damned hard worker and
likable; practically all the South Dakota people who had
met him had liked him... and it might be nice to have it
known that Cole Sutherland's adopted son was going to
get a piece of the action when he got out of school.
He grinned wryly as his mind formed the phrase "a piece
of action". Yeh! Really, yeh! Gwen had asked Kate if she
could move into the Sutherland ranch for the rest of the
summer. That meant first thing this morning after he
woke up he'd have to order a helluva lot bigger bed. As
a matter of fact, better shove two king-sized beds
together.
Cole glanced up in the rear view mirror. The only person
awake was the Mexican kid who had Kate asleep on one
shoulder, Gwen on the other. Cole caught the kid's eye
and winked. The boy grinned back at him--a nice friendly
grin with a little bit of something else in it. Hell! He
would adopt him, too, but Cole didn't think the boy
would be around much longer.
In the back seat Angel Orellio pretended to close his
eyes. It wouldn't be right for Mr. Sutherland to see him
fighting back tears. The rancher had called him "son"
during the orgy, and now winked at him as if they shared
some secret, Oh, Jesus Christo! It was such a goddamn
gringo cornball thing. Lousy, shitty, cornball! No one,
absolutely no one, had ever called him "son" before in
his life--and the word stuck in his throat and made his
eyes burn. He felt Gwen tremble once as she slept beside
him.
He looked down at the top of her head, feeling a great
wave of tenderness for her wash over him. He guessed the
little white schoolteacher had taught him as much as he
had taught her. He would miss her when he stole Mr.
Sutherland's beautiful golden guitar and took off for
California next week.
That would be the last time he ever stole anything,
though, the last time he ran away... And he knew
instinctively that this would be the first time he had
ever run away toward something only vaguely seen in the
future.
Beside him, a soft wondering smile lit up Kate's face as
she dreamed... dreamed of the future and all the
beautiful things to come...
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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