Perhaps the fastest growing city in the nation at the present time is Denver, Colorado. Just outside this fabulous city were various suburbs, and some of the suburbs were still rural farm areas. One such area was Lansing-not to be confused with Lansing, Michigan. Lansing has a lot of farms, and the farmers, especially the smaller ones, try to break the mold of simply living off the land, had enlarged their individual spheres of influence so that some had cattle ranches, some had horse ranches, and
Herb Tolliver and his wife had a dude ranch.
Herb was basically a farmer and would always be a farmer. His wife, Emma, was a farmer's wife and would remain one, very content to stay in that mold.
Not so Joanne Tolliver, his daughter. Joanne had gone to college and had no desire to settle down and become some farmer's wife like her mother, and so had studied business. As a result, when she had returned to her father's farm, she had asked to be allowed to run the dude ranch. Her father gave her a trial period, saw she was extremely capable, and as a result, turned the entire operation over to his daughter.
Now a cattle ranch raises cattle, and a horse ranch raises horses, but a dude ranch raises nothing. It caters to dudes, which is another word for people who are not raised on ranches and want to find out what it's like to live on one, for a little while. Denver, and all of Colorado for that matter, had once been a part of the wild, woolly west, and Joanne, out to prove she was able to handle the ranch, had all the hands doing triple duty, not only as bellboys and guides, but putting on shows.
All guests were greeted at either the airport or the train station by an authentic stagecoach. Every coach returning to the dude ranch was properly attacked by Indians, and those guests wishing to kill off some Indians were given six shooters with a belt full of blank cartridges. The Indians were always warded off after eighty percent of them were shot, and one of the hands, riding inside the coach with the passengers, always had to climb up on top and grab the reins after the driver fell off while also shot.
At night there were campfires and barbecues, and all kinds of songs, mostly country and western. During the day there were all kinds of shows, including calf-roping, wild-horse-breaking, and camping trips, which meant horseback riding.
Joanne proved to have a level business head, and she had the dude ranch on a paying basis. In fact, the profits more than made up for the losses incurred by the farm the first year she took it over.
Un-like most girls her age, twenty-three, Joanne was a virgin. It wasn't that she had some great fear of sex, nor was she looking for the one love of her life, saving herself for him. All through high school and college she simply had found no one in whom she was able to become physically interested. Once she took over the management of the dude ranch, she devoted so much of her time and energies to her work, she just didn't think about sex.
More than one of the workers at the dude ranch fantasized about his boss, though. It wasn't a difficult thing to do. Joanne was a tiny girl, all of five-foot-one-inch in height, and her naturally blonde hair was short and wavy just below her ears. She wore rimless glasses in an unconscious attempt to make herself look more mature, glasses couldn't hide the fact that she was an apple-cheeked young lady with bright eyes and a winning smile, with a cute, short nose. From the neck down she was amply put together. Too meaty to be a model, but too slim to be considered plump, she had firm, orange-sized breasts, a twenty-five-inch waist, and nice, rounded hips on top of the firm thighs and legs that supported her. She always wore a see-through cotton blouse with a brassiere that matched the color of her blouse, creating an impression of opaqueness where none existed. Her skirts were always buckskin, and she wore cowboy boots, though she didn't bother with the spurs. Naturally, she wore a feminine version of a ten-gallon hat.
While the ranch hands handled most of the guests, Joanne handled some of them, privately. That is, those who paid extra, got their riding lessons individually from the boss, herself. It was supposedly a mark of distinction to be taught by the boss herself, but the truth was, she wasn't really as good at teaching as some of her hands. The guests, however, weren't aware of this, and so many of them gladly paid extra for the private lessons.
One such guest had arrived that particular Friday to spend a weekend at the Triple-T Dude Ranch. His name was Harry Traveler, and had the kind of looks one normally associated with a man of the west. He was lean, hard, with greying hair, of medium height, and like Joanne he wore glasses. Harry was a no-nonsense executive with a large nationwide insurance firm. When he worked, he worked hard, and when he played, he played hard. All his life he had wanted to enjoy a little of the "romantic life" he believed a cowboy led, and this particular weekend he was going to find out what it was like. He had traveled all over the country enjoying different kinds of vacations elsewhere, but none of them had come close to fulfilling his dream of being a cowboy.
When he arrived and was greeted by the stagecoach, he was one of the passengers who was given a six gun with a cartridge belt and holster. He took his turn firing at the Indians, and was positive he accounted for at least eight of them with his first six shots. By the time the coach got to the ranch, it was two-o'clock in the afternoon, and as a result Harry was all set to begin a rip-roarin' life immediately. He had paid extra and had gotten the best room at the ranch, the best table in the chow room, and the right to private riding lessons from the boss, herself.
By three-o'clock he was ready to go riding. He had bought a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, cowboy boots, a green flannel shirt, and a huge-brimmed ten-gallon Stetson. He moseyed on out to the corral and selected a sorrel mare from among the two dozen gentle riding horses the ranch had, and waited.
Five minutes later, Joanne came out, wearing a red blouse with a matching brassiere, giving the impression the see-through wasn't being seen through. Her usual buckskin skirt ended just above the knee, not to make her look attractive but because it made straddling a horse that much easier. That, plus the slit up the side.
Harry took one look at her, and his heart began pitter-pattering. Not that Harry was the kind of man to actually fall in love with a woman for any length of time, but he did become easily enamored when the woman was pretty enough, and there was no question Joanne was pretty enough. He was fortunate in that he was able to "master" almost all women who attracted him, but from the way Joanne spoke, pleasant enough, yet commandingly, he knew she was not an ordinary, run-of-the-mill female who flipped out over his natural masculine charm.
"Well, Mr. Traveler," she said, shaking his hand. "It's mighty nice to have you with us. I'm only sorry it's just for the weekend. However, we'll do our best to make certain you have the time of your life."
"I'm looking forward to it," Harry replied, watching the way she mounted her pinto gelding. He mounted his mare the same way, and listened as she instructed him, putting his weight on his feet in the stirrups rather than his rump, gripping the sides of the horse with his knees, and guiding the animal with the reins. Joanne led him down one of the many paths, the private one, and showed him how to adjust himself when the horse was posting, galloping, or simply walking. Since she didn't have to be back at the ranch until five-thirty, Joanne took Harry through a tiny desert, some wooded areas, and along some hilly spots where no one else traveled.
It was quarter to four when Harry's mare threw it's left hind shoe. Joanne spotted the way the horse was limping immediately, and the two of them dismounted while she checked the horse's leg. Luckily nothing was sprained or broken.
"Looks like we'll have to cut today's ride short," she told Harry. "But I'll make it up to you tomorrow. In the meantime, suppose we both ride back on my horse."
Joanne mounted, then took her foot out of the stirrup to let Harry mount behind her. He sat on the rump of the horse with his left foot still in the stirrup, while she kept her right foot in the other stirrup and instructed him to hold onto her. He wrapped his hands protectively around her waist, and she tied the reins of his horse to her saddle horn, then started of at a slow canter.
Holding onto the woman was already starting to arouse Harry. He held her waist all the more tightly, but the movement of the horse, up and down, up and down, was driving him wild, especially with his cock rubbing against the rear of the saddle.
They were going through the wooded area again as his hands began sliding up, higher, higher, higher, every time his body rose and fell, and then his palms were cupping her full breasts.
"Uh, Mr. Traveler," Joanne said., "Please watch your hands."
"That's just what I'm doing honey," he replied. "Though it's kind of difficult to see them from behind you. Hell! You have one terrific body."
"Please, Mr. Traveler, this is not part of what you're paying for."
"I certainly hope not," Harry responded. "One thing I don't believe in doing is paying for my sex."
"Please, I would very much appreciate your lowering your hands."
"Crap on that," Harry snapped, and he pulled her firmly against him. The action made her pull on the reins, stopping the horse.
Joanne lifted her right leg over her horse's head and slid from the saddle, and Harry slid from the rear of the horse and grabbed her as she hit the ground.
"Mr. Traveler, I don't appreciate having my body taken for granted by any man, and most certainly I don't want to be manhandled by a paying guest."
"Since I'm already paid in full, I can't be a non-paying guest," he laughed somewhat harshly.
Joanne was looking up into his rugged face, trying to push him away from her. Harry, on the other hand, had his arms wrapped around her tiny, slender figure, and he was tugging her close, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"You're a gorgeous cunt," he told her flatly. "But you're also a cock-teaser. I really don't appreciate that."
"I DON'T ... UHHHH ... KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ... OHHHHH ... TALKING ABOUT," she gasped, struggling with him, trying to push him away.
"I'm talking about you being such a pretty thing and expecting a man to keep his hands off you. Lady, I don't know what the hell goes on out here, but you must have a company of eunuchs working for you. Either that, or they're boffing you regularly and you've been keeping it quiet."
"How dare you!" Joanne gasped. "No one puts his hands on me, no one. Just because you paid a few extra dollars doesn't give you the right to touch me...
"Right!" he agreed. "I'd be touching you whether I paid the extra dollars or not. I don't know whether you know it or not, but where I come from I'm considered a fairly influential man. I came to your ranch because I received word of mouth that this was one terrific place. But if you persist in being so totally bitchy, then when I get back, I'll spread it around that this has turned into a rotten place, and you'll lose one helluva lot of tourist trade."
"Mr. Traveler, I don't know what's come over you..." she said, no longer struggling, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fight, "but I'm not some common trollop to be used at the convenience of whomever decides he wants me."
"Good!" Harry said smiling. "I don't believe in dipping my wick into just any vat of wax. I like fucking something really special, and obviously you're special, sweet bitch."
Sweet Bitch! The words stuck in Joanne's mind as the man pulled her closer. Delirious tides of wanton desire sweeping over him.
Joanne began wondering if she was unconsciously encouraging men to attack her. It had never occurred to her before, but for the first time she realized, she was twenty-three and she knew nothing of the relationship between men and women.
Harry was totally enamored by the woman, otherwise his good sense would have stopped him. This was the first time in his life he had actually been so forward with a female, forcing himself on her. Now that he was so close, he was able to see her blouse was a see-through, and he was able to admire her firmly heaving breasts in the deep V of the scanty red brassiere she was wearing underneath. He was also able to see her smooth thighs pressing against the flared buckskin, and the slit in the side gave him a glimpse of her white thigh almost up to her waist.
Joanne watched as Harry stared at her. Now that he had her, what was he going to do with her? His fingers had brutally tight grips on her upper arms, biting into her flesh. She wondered what was wrong with this man, acting as if he were possessed.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she finally asked.
"Well," he said, looking around, seeing the ground was coated with soft pine needles, and that it was apparent they were going to be undisturbed. "At first I wasn't sure, but now I am. What a cock-teaser like you needs is a good, solid cock plowing into her cunt to teach her it isn't right to tease a guy."
"But I haven't been trying to tease you," Joanne insisted. "This is the regular way I dress all the time."
"Dress? Well, I suppose that has something to do with it, but it's more than the way you dress. It's the way you walk, the way you ride your horse, the way you speak. I'm going to give you a choice. Either you get those clothes off so I can properly fuck you, or I'll take 'em off you."
"But ... please ... Mr. Traveler ... I have to be back at the ranch to oversee things ... I mean, I'm in charge of everything, and..." she suddenly closed her mouth, cowed by the look of frustrated rage on Harry's face.
"Damn you, I told you to shuck those clothes, and I mean it," he snarled, taking off his glasses and putting them swiftly in his shirt pocket.
When she failed to obey, standing there aghast, listening to the way the man was talking to her, her eyes pleading, he began unbuttoning her blouse. When she tried to stop him, he slapped her hands away, and when she tried clawing his eyes, he slapped her face, just once, but hard enough to make her understand he was going to get his way. He yanked the glasses from her face and shoved them into the pocket of her blouse. Then he finished unbuttoning it while she continued struggling with him, and then yanked it down over her shoulders, trapping her arms.
"You need a lesson," Harry insisted, and grabbing her red brassiere in front, tore it open with a single, brutal yank. She opened her mouth in horror, but at this point was too paralyzed with horror to move. He spun her around and pulled her blouse off, then removed the remnants of her brassiere, as well. Her naked white breasts swayed out like two softballs with pink cherries at their tips.
"Mr. Traveler, please, listen to me, please, don't do this," the blonde woman sobbed, trying to catch the attention of the lust-infuriated man.
At this moment Harry Traveler's eyes and ears were shut off to everything. He seemed like a complete madman. Joanne, in pulling away from him, collapsed to the ground about fifteen feet away from the horses with him standing over her, a frightened heap of human flesh. There was no way out of this for her. What had started out as a routine ride had turned into a nightmare, and her face reddened as shame and humiliation coursed violently through her. The man's eyes were tightly locked on her high-set, jiggling breasts as she panted, lying on her back, staring up at him.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" Harry asked. "I'm not trying to kill you. Jesus! I'm after a simple fuck. Whether you know it or not, fucking can be fun, lots of fun. If no one else has taught it to you, then it's up to old Harry. By the time you and I are through, you're gonna be grateful to me."
Without waiting for her to reply, he flopped on the ground beside her, and still staring at the heaving mounds of her full breasts, unbuttoned the side of her skirt. It fell open the rest of the way when the last button was undone down to the slit.
Joanne lay there, frightened beyond belief, knowing there really was nothing for her to say at the moment. Any words she might speak would be utterly wasted ... useless-totally futile. It was obvious, in her mind, anyway, she was dealing with a madman, and her best hope was to pray somehow he returned to sanity before harming her. She watched the way he stared at the fullness of her rounded thighs, then noticed the way his eyes flickered and danced over the bikini panties she wore, more for comfort than style. The cloth protected her pelvic hairs and the double crotch covered the slit below. That was just about all, though.
Harry leaned over her, and suddenly reaching out with both hands. His fingers dug into the roundness of her slender shoulders, digging into the softness of her flesh.
"Look, doll," he told her. "Let's cut out the crap. By now you know I mean business. I'm going to fuck you. I want that cunt of yours, and I want it right now. Don't bullshit me about it not being something I paid for. like I said, I don't pay for pussy. That twat of yours is mine for now, and I intend fucking it."
His face was very close to hers, now, and he realized he had her totally cowed. He wondered if it was this easy with all the broads back home. More than once he had backed off because a woman had said no. True, he got more pussy than most guys, but it was never enough. There were so many cunts who were always passively resisting, and he had been content to let them get away because there were so many more who didn't turn him down. But now Harry was beginning to realize that those who didn't respond to tender caresses apparently wanted to be forced, like this cunt. Fine! If this was what she wanted, this was the way he'd give it to her. Hell! She'd learn how much fun fucking was.
"All right, lady, take off those panties. The time has come for my cock to get acquainted with your cunt," Harry insisted, making his voice sound very ominous.
The luscious blonde woman lay beside him in a near state of shock, terrified to respond, more terrified not to respond. When she didn't move, he turned her onto her side, lifted his hand, and began swatting her shapely buttocks. Her ass began jerking violently, twitching and vibrating, squirming as she tried to move away from the additional torture he was applying to her body. She did her best to twist away from his madness, rolling desperately one way, then another. Harry, imbued with a sense of power he had never really felt before, reached out and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her back to him.
"Mr. Traveler, for the love of heaven, please listen to me," the woman pleaded in vain.
"Gladly, I'm more than happy to listen," he sneered, then slapped her thighs, once each. The pain was becoming too much for Joanne. She had never bargained for this kind of maniacal treatment, feeling her skin glow and burn as if the man had touched her with some kind of flesh-eating acid. Her hands lashed out and she fought desperately, not caring what he might do or say once he returned. She was terrified he might kill her in his madness, kicking and scratching at him with all her strength. The two of them became a tangled mass of arms and legs, rolling along the carpet of pine needles, first one way, then another. Meanwhile, the horses stood placidly by, seemingly not knowing or caring what was taking place.
When they finally stopped rolling, Joanne was on the bottom and felt the full weight of the panting man on top of her. Harry raised himself a little and straddled her cringing belly, the fingers of one hand locked on her shoulder. With his other hand he reached between them, gripped her panties, and brutally tore them away from her body.
"My God!" she gasped. "Not like this, for the love of heaven, don't let me lose my virginity this way," she screamed, her voice frantically shouting. In her terror she finally became aware the man really did intend raping her, treating her like some common little eastern trollop with whom he might have dallied.
His weight lifted from her body slightly, and more icy horror charged through her as she heard the sound of his zipper moving down. Tears began streaming heavily down her cheeks as she felt the man suddenly rise. Instantly, she became aware of him tugging off his clothing. He moved so quickly he seemed to do it all in a matter of seconds. He was standing completely naked above her, and she gasped, unable to believe the size of the thickly jutting length of cock. Lord! It speared out from between his thighs like some kind of massive tree trunk, and his testicles hung like a duffel bag, beneath.
"Oh no!" she gasped, staring openly at the heavily veined, swollenly twitching shaft extending so ominously from beneath the man's lean belly. She didn't know if it resembled a tent pole or a flagpole, but it was certainly menacing in appearance.
Terror had so infiltrated into her she was barely able to focus her eyes, but the throbbing organ looked to be twice the length and breadth of what she had once read a normal man's penis ought to be. The hard, bulbous tip flexed and spread as she stared, and she cringed inwardly, wondering how any woman in the world was capable of accepting such a monster into her body.
"Mr. Traveler, you just can't do this," she pleaded desperately, her large, round eyes staring, open with terror. "In heaven's name, what have I done to you that you should want to hurt me like this? Please, let's talk like rational human beings..." she whimpered meekly, hoping against hope she might be able to find some way to dissuade him. But his eyes were bright and shining with brilliant lust, and she felt him grip her ankles and pull them aside just before he kneed his way between them, holding his thickly throbbing cock in readiness with his two hands. Then, all but knocking the wind out of the young blonde, he threw himself forward across her body and instantly began slamming the blunt-headed cock between her pillarly thighs, slamming it against her delicate vaginal slit without even bothering to aim. The hard crown of the penis hit her hard between her vaginal lips, then slipped down and smacked against her right buttock, making her jump as if he had tried jamming a red-hot poker into her body.
"Talk?" he laughed. "Why should we talk when fucking is so much more enjoyable. Honey, I'm going to fuck you until you're so sore between your thighs you won't be able to hold a horse there for two more days. In those two days I intend fucking you again, and again, and again." He was panting heavily at the sensation of her voluptuously naked body beneath his, pressing against him as he lay on top of her.
Wasting no more words, he solidly gripped her shoulders to maneuver her into a better position, then slid his hands down to grip her breasts for leverage as he slid himself up on her cushiony form. His heavier weight crushed her lithe young form, squashing her so hard, he pushed her through the pine needles until her bare back was touching the ground, itself. Finally he had himself in what he considered to be a proper position between her fearfully quivering thighs, and he pried them wider apart with his own thighs, tugging her solidly against him. Reaching down with one hand, he gripped his long, licentiously pulsating prick with his fingers and this time he slowly guided it forward, using the thick, rubbery head to part the sparse, blonde pelvic hairs covering the lovely ranch boss's cringing vagina. She whipped her head to the side, shutting her eyes tightly, gasping as she felt the wickedly searing contact against the startled membranes of her exposed vaginal opening. The woman held her breath for what felt like an eternity, lying totally motionless and in utter defeat beneath her uncontrollably aroused customer, at the moment too frightened to move or breathe.
"AAAAHHHUUUNNNHHH!" she gasped as she felt the first wicked pressure of his stone-solid cock pushing against the tender inner moist lips of her squeezing vagina.
"Shut up!" he snapped.
"It hurts, damn you!" she sobbed. "I'm a virgin:
"A virgin," he said, smiling. "Well, well, well, it's no wonder the population here in the west is smaller than in the east. Your men just don't know the right way to take care of a woman."
At last-he found the opening. Taking a deep breath, he cocked his hips, then rammed forward cruelly, not sparing her hymen, or at least intent on not sparing her hymen. His first thrust carried him slightly more than an inch into her narrow passage, spreading the tiny elastic opening. He pushed again and forced the massively swollen cock another inch into the woman's totally pussy.
"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHH!" she sobbed, feeling the agony. "NO MORE, NO MORE ... IT HUUURRRTTTS! YOU'RE KILLLIIINNNG MEEEEE ... AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH..."
"What the hell do you know?" Harry snapped at her. "It's just a cock. I've fucked hundreds of cunts and I haven't killed one of them, yet. Now, get ready, because I feel your cherry, and honey, it's about to be fucked out of you."
"No ... no ... no..." she pleaded vainly.
"Yes ... yes ... yes..." he gasped.
Pulling back just a little, he powered forward, tearing through a hymen that had resisted years of horseback riding. He sank the penis another four inches into the depths of her tightly resisting vagina, feeling some blood, along with the vaginal oils lubricating the way.
"AAAYYYUUURRRGGGHHH!" she gagged a moment later as the mammoth penis mercilessly bored its way into her, pushing aside all membranous obstruction, brutally stretching the tiny hair-lined mouth of cunt until the lasciviously spread young woman felt as if her very cords were splitting apart because of the relentlessly inwardly driving force of his cock.
The tortured young blonde was moaning in agony and terror, waiting for him to cause something even more horrible. It came a moment later as he gathered all his strength, lunging solidly forward into her depths, sinking the full, lust-stiffened length of hard penis all the way into the cringing depths of her trembling belly.
Weeping in horrified torment, the ranch boss looked up desperately at the evilly grinning face of the otherwise handsome man, seeing he wasn't even paying attention to her cries of anguish. His mind was wandering, lost in the sadistic delight he felt at the penetration of her painfully dilated, formerly virginal cunt. Joanne had, on occasion dreamed of what her defloration might be like, and she had always pictured it happening with some man she liked a lot, who was tender, loving, gentle, and giving her lots of loving care. But this ... this was a nightmare.
As she stared at the features of the man above her, she saw the grin on his face change. His features twisted into a contorted expression of sheer, total animal lust as he looked down at the spread-eagled blonde woman beneath him, the length of his rampantly thrusting penis disappearing behind the curly blonde hairs covering her pelvis. He hurled himself forward again, sprawling his weight on top of her, his chest smashing into her rounded breasts, splattering them against the white flesh of her chest as he flexed his firm hips, drew back a little, and rammed his cock into the depths of her tightly cringing belly. His long, thick penis slid in more easily now, charging into her creaming depths like an overpowering battering ram, separating the soft, delicate walls of her vaginal flesh, pushing them in tiny rippling swells of vainly resisting flesh before it. Harry groaned and grunted as his sperm-bloated testicles smacked solidly and resoundingly against the upturned cheeks of the beautiful woman's nakedly quivering ass-cheeks.
Then, without mercy, he instantly began violently thrusting and fucking rhythmically, pounding into her with brutally powerful slams of his hips, not caring in the least about her pain, her tears, or her agony as she writhed and twisted in torment beneath his continually pounding cock. His hands reached down and dug under her buttocks, then slid down to the backs of her thighs, lifting them up and back until she was jackknifed double, her knees pressing over her shoulders, her vagina now presented all the more openly to his inward-thrusting cock. She gasped again and again in violent anguish as he slammed into her tremblingly contorted body with solidly long, and overpoweringly savage strokes, pushing the entire length of his cock in and out, in and out. His continually driving loins smacked solidly against the plane of her delightfully upturned buttocks, buffeting her body with such power, he had to move forward on his knees each time he thrust into her, and the two of them inched along the carpet of pine needles.
This was too much for Joanne. The stunned young daughter of Herb and Emma Tolliver was unable to believe how totally and completely crammed full of cock her vagina was at this moment. She felt as if the stone-solid phallus driving into her had ripped her entire interior into unmendable tatters. There was not a single tiny ridge on the length of its intruding surface that she was unable to feel as the pulsating lance pressed solidly against the surroundingly sensitive walls of her tender vaginal wall. It was encased in the moistly heated scabbard of her pussy as surely as a sword cruelly planted in the belly of a victim.
"Well now, Miss Tolliver," the man asked, cruelly tormenting her as he felt the delightful warmth of her interior continually receiving him again and again. For if her mind was in agony, he felt her body responding to him, responding better than most women he had ever known. In fact, if asked to name any one woman who was able to respond better, he would have been hard put to do so at that moment.
Joanne was whimpering and pleading desperately with him as he began fucking ruthlessly faster into her tightness, enjoying the knowledge that though she had been the leader on the way out, when it came to riding bareback she was now the follower.
Joanne let out low, piteous moans and wails the entire time, but these sounds brought no response from Harry's smiling lips, merely causing him to drive into her vagina with extra-hard thrusts as his loins twitched and pounded, driving his swollen penile head past her cervix into the deepest part of her womanly pocket. Joanne was certain her interior had been torn beyond repair. To lie beneath this strange man like some whore and be treated as if she deserved this wickedness, to be used as a receptacle for this man to vent his lust ... this was too much for her mind to grasp all at once. This was the most horrible and degrading sensation she was ever forced to endure. Her mind continued rambling this way and that, feverishly as if all her pent-up emotions were suddenly being let loose. She was being used, a chattel that was good to massage his penis with the walls of her vagina, and nothing more. True, the pain was slowly receding, but as far as she was concerned, this left her with a nothingness. There wasn't even some kind of agony her body might call on. All that was left was the horrible humiliation and degradation of this nightmarish violation being perpetrated on her by this man. She lay there, totally unresisting, knees over her head, feet pointed at the sky, passively accepting this stormy attack, hoping it would all shortly end.
"How's this feel you sweet blonde bitch?" Harry loudly gasped, ramming harder and harder into the sucking depths of her sweet pussy. His powering thrusts bruised and spread the tender walls even wider as the thickly spearing head continued sinking inward. Then his hands dropped from her thighs and slid beneath the creamy white mounds of her firm young buttocks, cupping and squeezing them tightly as he dug his fingernails into her tender flesh to stress the fact that he wanted her to know what was happening to her and who was doing it to her, debasing her in a way she would never forget, while at the same time intent on bringing her such glory she would beg for more.
"Huuunnnh!" she gasped. "God! No ... no ... no more..." she cried out, panting in shame, her entire being lost in the overpowering thrusts of his violent impalement. The hands gripping and squeezing her rounded buttocks were jerking them farther back, wider apart in order to gain better access to the depths beyond the wide-stretched opening of her tender vagina. Her agonized body was even more violently doubled over now, in a complete jackknife, the stress on the strained cords of muscles in her thighs making her want to beg one more time for mercy.
The wetly glistening plane of her wide-open, naked pelvis was presented up in helpless sacrifice to the insurance executive to do with as he wished. He intensified the power of his lunging thrusts, driving in with lengthy, solid stabs that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes digging into the earth. He jammed the last blood-bloated inch of his throbbing phallic length into her with thundering lust until fresh moans fell from her soft lips, bouncing through the woods like cries of a wounded doe. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back to fix hypnotically on the trees above them.
"Come on, come on," Harry gasped. "Admit it! You like what I'm doing and you know it." He was snarling at her, and when she refused to respond, he snapped, "Answer!" punctuating his word with a violently vicious thrust.
"AAAUUUHHH.. .OOONNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... IT HUUUUURTS ... IT HUUUUURTS..." she managed to gasp out, and then the breath was once again driven from her body as he slammed into her.
"The hell it hurts!" he snapped, sneering into her lovely face, increasing the tempo even more, speeding up his fucking until she was unable to reply or even scream because she had no breath left in her trembling body. It was too late for her to do or say anything, now. Too late for anything other than to somehow sate the raging desire in the man. "It hurts because you want it to hurt," Harry insisted. "If you make up your mind to enjoy it, it'll feel good. Now start shaking that hot ass of yours. Put some action into it! Now!"
Joanne knew there was no way of getting the gray-haired man to listen to reason, even if she were somehow or other able to talk, and sobbing, she began a slow mechanical grinding motion of her rotating hips, pushing her loins up against his to escape the pressure of the fingernails digging so painfully into her ass-flesh. Small welts followed their path. Her humiliation and sense of hopeless debasement increased with each passing second that this terrible man so savagely continued using her.
Moving violently, with longer, smoother strokes into her lovely body, burying his cock ever deeper into her heatedly steaming vaginal passage, he felt her long, tapered nails claw at him frenetically in an attempt to once more pull him off. Harry smiled viciously, then deliberately pulled back until his penis was almost all the way out, then slammed back into her until he heard the loud slap of his dangling gunny sack-balls thwack against her upturned ass-cheeks. Juicily wet smacking sounds resounded with each violent and brutal thrust he slammed into her tender body, the sounds blending in tempo with their hoarse and heavy breathing.
Harry placed his hands on either side of her and hoisted herself so that he was able to see the look of hopeless defeat on the young woman's face. He had never enjoyed looking at a woman's face this way, before. The very hopelessness in her eyes made him feel even more rugged and masculine, like an all-powerful conqueror. The humiliating and total surrender of the delightfully soft-bodied woman who thought he was so evil pleased him, because he knew her attitude would shortly change. Now she was reduced to a mere helpless mass of raw, squealing womanhood. Somehow it made him feel more manly than ever before.
"For the rest of the weekend you're going to be my own private little whore, aren't you," he insisted.
" WhoreV she gasped, her voice faltering at the terrible thing this implied.
"Yes, whore! Because if you don't fuck for me the rest of the time I'm here, I'll tell everyone else on the ranch, especially the working men, that you're available. How would you like that?"
"You're insane."
"Insane? Wait and see who's insane. Before we're finished, you're going to love fucking for me. You'll love it now, and you'll love it all the other times. I'm going to teach you about sex just like you're going to teach me about ranching, roping, and riding."
"OHHHHH . , . NO O-O-O-O..." she wailed, suddenly realizing now that she had succumbed once to this terribly lurid degradation, she saw that this horrible man was actually expecting her to do it again, and perhaps again. The terrified ranch boss realized she was his virtual prisoner, and against her will she would have to succumb to his every wanton desire. This was nightmarishly incredible.
Somehow, in some way, she had to figure a way out of this terrible business. She'd have to find a way to set the ranch hands on him. But even as she thought about it, she knew that was impossible. He'd tell them long before they walloped the hell out of him, and even if they managed to get him off the ranch, he would ruin her business, and to make matters worse, the hands would be expecting her to put out for them. What was even worse were the little tingles her body was beginning to feel making her realize he was telling her the truth and she was about to possibly enjoy this ordeal.
Harry smiled, grinning triumphantly as he increased the pounding viciousness of his solid strokes until his hairy pelvis felt like the consistency of a fibrous cocoanut shell, paddling against the pinkly fluted edges of her tender vaginal opening as his unusually large cock continued dipping into the deeply hidden recesses of her writhing belly. The cords in her neck now stretched with the same tautness as the muscular cords in her thighs, standing out and tensed as she wriggled.
"You have to learn that between a man and a woman the man is boss at all times," Harry told her. "Even if you do own the ranch, and even if I'm a paying guest. Now, dear lady, see how this feels."
He slid his fingers across the smooth, tight skin of her buttocks, finding her tiny, elastic-rimmed anus, touching it as it nestled defenselessly between the rounded ass-cheeks. It felt so helplessly soft and tender, and he sensed the way it worked in a slow, flexing rhythm with the movement of her wetly clenching vaginal walls as she pushed defensively against his loins. His forefinger shoved itself in with a quick, hard motion, the tender rubbery opening yielding before she had a chance to automatically tighten her body. In the finger went, violently thrusting, deep.
"OHHHHH ... DON'T ... DON'T ... IT'S INDECENT..." she gasped in total surprise, protesting the unexpected intrusion into her rectum, thinking it more cruel than the penile attack on her vagina. But he thrust harder, taking pleasure in listening to her object as she groaned with bitter humiliation.
"UUUNNNHHH!" she gasped. "No more ... please don't do this," she shouted, her voice ringing in the empty forest, trying her best to twist away from the indecency of this outrage against her tiny cringing anus. But there was no respite.
He worked his finger lasciviously around inside her heated depths, stretching the resisting softness wider and wider as he ground his penis into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight, reluctant flesh slowly giving way as it wormed into her heatedly clinging ass tunnel. Gradually, even to Joanne's own amazement, the deep guttural sounds coming from the depths of her lungs changed from whimpers of agony to greater moans of thrilling delight as the pain faded and her anus gradually enlarged, becoming accustomed to the strangely unnatural attack.
A smile of total victory broke out on the insurance executive's face as he sensed Joanne slowly, hesitantly starting to respond to all that was happening to her. She rotated her buttocks, now screwing her anus back on the hand pressed flatly against it. She skewered her stretched rectum on his buried finger as he probed methodically around in her warm, rubbery rectal depths. Now she was hopelessly impaled between his solidly pulsating penis in her vagina, and his fingers shoving cruelly into the depths of her rectum. Whimpering, gasping, moaning beneath him, she began twisting and bucking her body because of the dual ravishment taking place inside her.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the delicately smooth and rounded cheek of her whitely shining buttocks to where his throbbing cock was continually pistoning in and out of her tightly clasping vagina, feeling the moistly hair-lined lips clasping solidly around his rampaging phallic length. Their softness sucked on his cock, pulling and giving with each long and solid thrust into her tender body.
Speeding up his vibrantly powerful lunges, slamming his cock heatedly and deeply into her, he realized he had finally conquered this woman, even if she was not yet ready to admit it. She was fantastic! He had no intention of letting up, now. He wanted to hear her plead and beg for his sperm, to be filled with it so that she would remember long after it was over what kind of power he, as an individual, wielded over her in particular.
She was panting now, feeling strong sensations of lust slowly beginning to build in her aching body. Little by little the sensations mounted, and now she was thrusting her vagina at him willingly instead of being forced to do it.
"Admit it!" he gasped. "You love it!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I like it," she gasped. "I don't know what you've ... UHHHHH ... DONE TO ME, BUT ... UUUNNNHHH ... I LIKE IT."
"Then how about asking me to continue," he gasped. "I ... oooogh ... want to hear from you that ... uhhhhh ... you want it."
Now he purposely slowed his movements, stroking with less power, teasingly sinking his penis only half its length into her.
"Wh-what do you want me to say?"
"Come on, come on, beg a little. Let me know how much you like it so I can shoot my load into you."
"All right, all right," she gasped, realizing she was actually anxious to have him continue. "Yes, I want it, I want it. Do it!" she gasped, realizing this was what he wanted to hear, most of her pride completely gone as she lay nakedly pinned beneath the man's weight. The thought of continually begging him to do this was really unthinkable, but a little begging might get him to finish the job. Now that he had stimulated her this far, she felt she deserved to have him properly finish. She was beyond thinking about the right and wrong of it. All that mattered was that he do the job and do it right.
"Beg a little harder," Harry insisted.
"I don't know what more to say," she lied, still hesitating to submit to the ultimate degradation. She knew if she did, it would be a final surrender, letting him know he would indeed have his way with her back at the ranch. For the rest of the weekend there would be no escaping him. Her weakened pride, what little there was of it, was all she had left. By cruelty and trickery he had robbed her of her self-respect. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing her beg. Yet, as she lay there, she knew that was precisely what she was going to do. Her pulses were pounding like trip hammers, her brain was lit up like a neon sign sending all kinds of searing electrical signals through her nerve-endings, building a new, strangely wanton excitement in her. At last, shutting her eyes so she would not have to see the sadistic glow in his eyes, she forced herself to cry out, "All right! All right! For heaven's sake, fuck me, Mr. Traveler. Shoot your sperm into me and make me climax. DO IT! DO IT, NOW!"
"My name is Harry," he told her.
"Yes, yes, Harry, fuck me!" she begged.
Grunting his approval of her final obedience, the man once again began increasing the speed of his tempo, intensifying his lunges, grinding his thighs hard and deep between the tender loins of her aching body so that his penis drilled far into the tightly hidden recesses of what so recently had been a virginal belly, making her heave and leap hotly. Her breasts were quivering against the pressure of his strong, masculine chest, the long nipples cutting into his flesh like coat buttons. A raging fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in his ferociously lunging penis.
Harry Traveler was now aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that he had conquered this beautiful blonde woman, and she was grinding her buttocks against the ground in heated abandon, frantically kicking her lovely naked heels against his shoulders-for he had also removed her boots-as he dug his cock more and more savagely into her. Of all the hot young cunts he had fucked in his life, Harry had to admit this was definitely one of the best, and he would have her for an entire weekend. Man! She was really something. He would have to come back some time in the future so he'd be able to really crawl into this cunt for more than just a weekend. Well, for now he had her for only the weekend, and though he was tempted to force her to do a few more things, he knew he would be smart to stick with simple missionary fucking. There would come a time when he would be able to do more ... on future visits, but he was smart enough to know not to push things too far too fast. The very thought that he had so utterly conquered an unwilling woman and made her willing made the semen boil in his testicles as he thrust faster and harder, his cock surging all the way into her.
The rangy executive felt his orgasm closing fast now, and he hoped she was feeling something, too, because he had no intention of stopping for anyone. The sperm was starting to bubble, and soon it would be coming out of him, shooting into her. He was going to blast it into her, not with love-since Harry Traveler didn't love anyone-but with physical desire. She was lucky, this one, being broken in by him instead of some dumb stud who would have already shot too fast, filling her with his sperm before she had an opportunity to peak.
Sensation after sensation was mounting in the thrilled depths of Joanne's body. She had no idea what was happening inside her, but she did know she was about to reach out for something inwardly, and it was going to be something good. The sensations were rising faster and faster now.
The youthful blonde woman, unable to control herself, sensed something was about to happen inside her own body as well as the body of the man fucking her. She knew he was going to empty his seed deep in what had been a reluctant womb but was now a wanting, aching womb. She had to admit, at last that she took a careful look at him, that he was a handsome man in spite of the cruel way he had mistreated her, initially. Granted, she would have preferred someone to whom she would be more emotionally in tune. She didn't love this man in any way. In fact, she felt nothing for him, emotionally. She was equally certain he felt no love for her, and what he was doing was strictly an animal thing. For the first time she realized how detached sex was from actual love. Though it was probably much better with love, it still felt good even with a man like this. She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed the way he was rutting above her like a wild beast. She had always pictured lovemaking as beautiful, wonderful, a tender fusing of wanton bodies. However this primitive onslaught had proven to her that sex for its own sake was fairly effective, too. In the future, should she require physical satisfaction, she didn't appreciate the idea of being selected like something in a store window. From now on she would do the selecting.
Levering himself higher above the lovely blonde Joanne, Harry speeded up his thrusts until the pace was incredible. He had kneaded the wantonly writhing flesh beneath him without being conscious of her whimpering pain and humiliation. Now he wasn't really that conscious of the fact that she was enjoying what he was doing. He wanted to fuck simply for the sake of fucking. His was the kind of cock destined to make all women forget about nonsense like love. Harry would never have to worry about age creeping up on him. As long as he was able to raise an erection, even at the age of a hundred-and-one, he would be able to please all women, young or old. He liked living this way, not having to depend on any one cunt, always enjoying a variety. No woman was going to deny him from now on. He'd had to come all the way to Lansing, Colorado to discover what a potent weapon his cock was over all women.
Joanne grunted and gasped, moving her body more and more quickly until she was no longer able to control herself. She was going to peak, and peak in a hurry. Although she had never apexed before, she knew full well what was happening to her, and she strained and struggled and squirmed and shuddered as her body climbed the rainbow.
"EEYYAAIIGGHHAANNGGHH ... HHUUNNNHHAAARRGGHHUUNNGGHH!" she shrieked for the entire empty forest to hear. Her voice bounced from tree to tree, but aside from herself, Harry, and the horses, no one heard her.
Then the expected explosion from Harry's body came. The woman cringed under him as the first hot rushes of needle-thin sperm burst into her feminine depths, splashing all over. More and more sticky fluid filled her, making her bounce wildly as a second climax overtook her.
"OHHHHH SHIT!" Harry finally gasped, and crawled off her after emptying the last drop of his fluid into the vessel that was her body. They lay there for a long time, after that.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry Traveler proved to be a glutton. For the rest of the weekend he was after Joanne, and she, in order to maintain calm at the ranch, gave herself to him every time. There was nothing imagine or ornate about their next four couplings. They met in Harry's room at his request, say rather his demand, and sometimes Harry banged away until he came once, and sometimes until he came twice. In any case, the weekend finally ended and Harry traveled. Joanne wondered if he would ever return. She hoped not.
Sex was a big thing with Harry. He would travel throughout the world, using his penis on many other women, never once looking back, never once returning.
Joanne had discovered she liked sex. It was odd, but true. In spite of the fact that it had initially been forced on her, she enjoyed it immensely, and from now on would enjoy it even more because the men would be of her own selection.
Joanne discovered how lucky she was not to have conceived. Never having had anything to do with men before, she didn't use any form of protection. Fortunately for her, her period came two days after Harry left, and from then on she was a steady user of the Pill.
Two weeks after the incident with Harry Traveler, Joanne realized she wanted another man. She wanted to be fucked. She also decided the man ought to be a discreet member of her staff, The entire group of guests were already paired off, and many of the male guests, especially the unmarried ones, were making time with the unmarried female guests.
Joanne's foreman, Elliot Black, was the direct antithesis of what a foreman ought to be. To begin with, he was intellectual. He read all the great philosophers, was a genius at writing, and a whiz at mathematics. He helped her keep the books, even correcting errors made by her accountant. Elliot was tall, slender, not exactly a handsome man, but far from ugly. He looked like a scholar, talked like a scholar, and acted like one as well. Yet he was able to swing a rope with the best of them, and he knew how to keep the men in line.
Elliot didn't exactly have his complete pick of women, but Joanne knew, under that slender exterior burned the yearning needs of a man. As a result, late Sunday evening, when the other cowboys were sitting around a campfire-barbecue with all the other guests, Elliot was doing a little bookkeeping, and Joanne decided it was time to reward herself, as well as her long-nosed foreman.
She walked into the small office they had behind the counter in the sitting room of the ranch house and waited until he had finished with the books.
"Oh, Miss Joanne," he said, looking up, "I didn't hear you come in. Well, the books are ready for your inspection any time you want, at least for the next month."
"Thank you, Elliot," she said, fingering the collar of her blue see-through blouse. "Tell me, what were you planning to do, now?"
"Ma'am?"
"Come on, Elliot. You and I go back to high school together. Don't ma'am me. I'm still Joanne when we're in private, and you're Elliot."
"Thanks, it means a lot to be thought of as a person."
"Oh, I think a lot more of you than you'd ever believe, Elliot. Is the hay wagon from yesterday's hayride still loaded up?"
"Sure."
"Why not hitch a team to it, and you and I can take a little quiet ride." Elliot Black was no fool. He immediately understood what the woman was saying, and was more than happy to comply with what she desired. He hurried outside, hitched up a team of bay horses to the hay wagon, and while the guests continued listening to comforting campfire songs on the other side of the ranch, he and Joanne rode the hay wagon along the same trail she had taken with Harry Traveler.
Once they reached the woods, Elliot stopped. By then, Joanne had flopped back into the hay, rolling to the rear of the wagon, and when Elliot got down to tie the horses to a tree, he heard rustling in the back. After tying up the horse, he walked to the rear, and there she was, stark naked.
Joanne shook out her hair as she fell back into the straw and hay, thrusting her breasts out. Elliot jumped up into the wagon and reached out, caressing her breasts. They were hot and swollen to his touch, and felt so good. They lanky man still found it difficult to believe that his boss was interested in him. He was smart enough to realize this didn't rate him any additional privileges as far as work was concerned, but who the hell cared about that! All that mattered was she wanted him, physically.
This was the first time he had ever seen her naked flesh, though he had to admit he had dreamed about it often enough. His pants began stretching, and in the warm moonlight, Joanne was clearly able to see his erection pushing his pants out. His hands wandered all over the lovely blonde woman's body, and Joanne felt herself becoming more and more heatedly aroused.
Lying there, reveling in what the man was doing to her, Joanne shut her eyes and wriggled deeper into the hay, luxuriating in the way he was touching her. He had soft, gentle hands in spite of the fact that he worked with them a lot. Each caress of his fingers was a wisp of gentle breezes brushing her taut pink nipples.
His hands stopped touching her for a few moments, and she heard him moving around. When she finally opened her eyes she saw he was as naked as she.
"What I like about you Elliot is the fact that you're so understanding," Joanne said to him. "I didn't haye to start throwing heavy handed hints at you. I'm surprised some girl hasn't grabbed you up just yet."
"I can't explain it either," Elliot said, shrugging and smiling.
He moved closer to her and lay down beside her, his hands shaking with lust, and Joanne sensed the tremors moving wildly through his body. She had never seen Elliot sensually aroused before, and she had to admit she enjoyed his arousal. Before she was able to move or do or say a thing, the lovely blonde ranch boss felt her foreman solidly crush her lithe form to his, and he was kissing her with hot, fervid, very ungentle kisses. Joanne felt as if her mouth had been captured and skewered by the lance of his thrusting tongue. It was a great, quivering saber, and an even greater, more vibrantly alive sword was slapping against her belly as the hairs on his chest and pelvis scrubbed her entire body.
A gasp came bursting from Elliot Black as the woman became more aware than ever of his naked stiffness pressing into the softness of her lovely body. Joanne was aware of the immense thickness of Elliot's penis, and it was every bit as thick and as long as that of Harry Traveler. Apparently thick penises were bred in the west as much as in the east. She hadn't really had an opportunity to look at it when he had initially undressed, but feeling it now, there was no question as to its immensity. The man was constructed like one of the many bulls he wrestled for the amusement of the guests. The way the throbbing organ pulsated against her body made Joanne think it was twitching and throbbing as if screaming in agony, the like of which she, herself had never been aware. His testicles hung in the heavy leather scrotum sac like two leaden handballs and the woman realized her foreman was in dire heat. Since she was responsible for it, she would be more than happy to be the instrument for his alleviation. Besides, she, herself was aflame with heat, too. It had come to a point where they needed one another, and needed one another badly. She first realized that since Harry Traveler had left, basically because of her period she had been unable to do anything, and as a result her body was aflame with lust. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it in a hurry. Two weeks was too damn long to go without some kind of relief. Damn it all, she wanted to be fucked. Harry Traveler had done one hell of a job on her. She needed some kind of physical pleasure, and she needed it, now.
Elliot kissed her long and hard, pushing her deeper and deeper into the hay. Her feet sprawled themselves wide apart as she expectantly awaited his climbing on top of her to insert himself into her. One long, silken thigh trailed on the wooden floor while the other one rested on the golden hay. The yellow tuft of sparse hair gleamed at the apex of her thighs, outlining her heated pink vagina.
Joanne was panting and panting heavily. She found it impossible to believe she had become so wanton in such a short period of time. She ought to be afraid of all this, just as she had been afraid when Harry had raped her, but she realized there just wasn't any reason to be afraid. All the aches and agonies in her body had built to such a high point she required relief, and she was certain a penis was the only thing to bring her that relief.
Joanne looked at the face of her foreman in the moonlight as he knelt on the floor of the wagon, his face now on a perfect level with the creaming gash between her lovely thighs. He was gazing into the open pink cut between her loins, admiring the nakedly pink labia as they glistened in the silvery light, seeing the way her inner flesh was lustfully swollen, pulsing as if beckoning him closer. It was a temple of lust, encouraging him, and Elliot Black threw himself on the parted curtains, his gentle fingers catching the woman's whitely smooth hips as his hungering mouth clamped tightly against her wetly dripping fount.
"Elliot!" she gasped, taken completely by surprise by what the man was doing. "In the name of heaven, are you insane'! Dammit, stop thatl It's positively indecent!"
Hot, searing, burning breath deliciously wafted over her labia, and soft but strong kissing lips pressed against the private domain of her sex temple. The man was actually kissing her between her thighs, planting his hot mouth on the slash that was her womanhood. No ... no ... this wasn't what she wanted. She knew this was something she should stop. All she wanted, plainly and simply, was to feel him bury his penis into the swollen depths of her vagina. Then she quivered and trembled as she felt what appeared to be a slimy and wet penis slickly stabbing into her heatedly quivering embrasure.
"HAAAANNNNHHHH! OH MY LORD! N-O-O-O-O-O!" she gasped. "HHUUNNHH ... D-O-O-O-O-O-N'T..."
The woman felt her foreman's tongue slice deeply into her drippingly sodden depths, sending flaming, coursing jagged bolts of thrilling desire to the very core of her shudderingly internal being. The feeling was something she had never known before, and now the young, golden-haired woman felt deliciously blistering blasts of overpoweringly wanton lust charging through her vaginal citadel.
Joanne was at an age where she didn't ask foolish questions, especially with a man like Elliot Black. She realized Sam didn't want to take a chance on making her pregnant, but he wanted to make her feel good. Hell! He was succeeding, all right. He was making her feel fantastic. What she was unable to understand was, just what did Elliot get from performing this perverse act? Her body began shaking with the wildest sensations as he tongued her vagina much the same way he would soul-kiss her sweet mouth. Blasts of thrilling passion coursed through her hungry and anguished body, and helpless tears of sensation came pouring down her lovely cheeks. Electricity seemed to crackle through her form repeatedly, making her quiver and leap.
Elliot continually tasted the all-too-real drippings of her feminine juices as they coursed over her teeming flesh-delicious cuntflesh so open and inviting. Though Elliot didn't want to admit this to Joanne, this was the first time he had really looked at a woman's naked pussy. Oh, he had gone into Denver a few times and had been picked up by streetwalkers whom he had paid for a pleasant-enough evening, but there had been nothing emotional about it, and he hadn't really Jeered with them, looking at their bodies for any particular length of time. It was one of these women who had suggested he might want to go down on her, and he had rebuffed the idea. Now it had come back to him, and out here, in the moonlight, on a warm night, in a hay wagon, it sounded like one terrific idea. His tongue plunged as far into the gully as possible, dredging out all the fluids, and he was in wanton ecstasy as he continued drinking.
Joanne propped herself up on her elbows and as a result was able to stare down the length of Elliot's body, between his thighs. His hard and heavy penis was bobbing and twitching in time to the way his hungering mouth appeared to suck the leaking oils from her dripping pussy. As she stared, his thick cock seemed to bulge and grow even more swollen, seemingly inflating a flesh balloon of helium.
"UMMMMM ... HUUUUUMMMMM ... UMMMMM ... YUMMMMM..." were the only sounds coming from Elliot's slurping mouth. His tongue leaped from between his lips and flashed into Joanne's aperture again and again. She felt his shoulders pressing her thighs wider and wider apart as his oral extension slashed through the tenderness of her pussyfolds. He was sucking her cunt as if it were a split-open peach, drinking her juices as if unable to get enough of her.
Joanne's richly pink bullseye, dripping with her sodden fluids, lay wantonly before the hungering foreman. He stubbed the full length of his stiff tongue like an arrow against the tender, upstanding extension of her clitoris. Joanne felt her feminine nodule standing straight up like a mini-penis. Now the foreman's gentle hands braced her tender thighs even farther apart. Joanne saw the glistening shine in his eyes as they stared at the entire pulsating flesh of her coral-rich pussy. His eyes were flicking up and down, and Joanne realized he was not only looking at her vagina, but he was staring at the tiny brown crinkle of her anus, the same anus Harry Traveler had fingered while fucking her. Still, if Elliot had in mind to do to her anus what he had done to her vagina, he would have to be crazy. What kind of a man licked a woman's ass-hole?
"AAAYYYIIIAAAGGGHHH!" the blonde woman bellowed out, her voice shooting to the moon the way a baying coyote would sound. In fact, somewhere in the distant hills, a coyote responded.
The man's alien tongue seared her anus for a second jolt, then returned to the seething depths of her vagina, causing fresh jolts of static electricity to burst through her teeming flesh. The sky seemed to open to her screeching, and the woman felt spears of delightfully wonderful lust blissfully shattering their way through her.
Lord! she thought. I'm as perverted as Elliot and Harry and all men. I love this! I really love it! What's the matter with me? How is it possible for me to enjoy something like this?
Joanne thrilled to the pressure of the man's tongue continually licking and lapping her clitoral extension without mercy, lapping away as if this was something he had done all his life instead of this being the very first time. His tongue continued licking, teasing and making her shudder as it moved in concentric circles around the budding length of her clitoris. The continued sounds he made as he kept on drinking the heated flow from her vagina made Elliot think he was drinking the nectar of the gods. His lips, like a vise, came clamping down tightly around the trembling, vellicating bit of nerve-filled flesh, and he made loud noises as he continued sucking. His twitching cock began swishing through the hay, making all kinds of funny sounds, depositing drops of lubricant here and there.
"OHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... AAANNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, and her sighs blended with the sounds of the warm light breeze soughing through the surrounding trees. Her sighs seemed to reach to the star-dotted sky, itself, as jolt after wonderful jolt of lascivious, blissful delight bounced through the woman's whimpering, moaning, screaming body as she felt what she believed to be an insane man sucking the very life essence out of her. Her head slammed through the cushion of hay beneath, and the golden-haired woman thought she would faint from the sheer overpowering rapture of what was happening. She wondered whether her arousal was due solely to the workings of the tongue, or if it was due to the fact that her body, once awakened to a need by a penis, had gone for two weeks without any kind of satisfaction. She did know this was the most delightful rapture she had experienced in her entire life. This time there was no initial pain attached to it. Her mind was totally drained of thought, feeling herself being guided along the pathway to ecstasy by the probing tongue continually licking at her taut womanly center. Her pussylips instinctively opened and closed and her loins shook and shivered, straining to feel the pleasure-giving mouth that poured enchantment through her entire body.
Joanne felt much more than the mere licking of a man's tongue. She realized no man was able to perform this so adoringly unless he possessed inner feelings for the woman. Now she knew why she instinctively trusted Elliot. It wasn't love-hot yet. It was definitely infatuation, and she felt it as strongly for him as she was certain he felt it for her. Elliot was infatuated with her, not only because she trusted him, but because she knew he was aware she felt something emotional for him. Hell! She had to feel something emotional for him or she wouldn't have selected him for something like this. Not that she wasn't equally infatuated with some of her other hands, but they seemed less trustworthy than Elliot. He was the kind who knew how to keep his mouth shut, afterward.
Sensation charged through her entire body repeatedly as his tongue worked unendingly.
The sky above her seemed to waver this way and that, slowly coming down to meet her, enlarging before her dimmed eyes until she felt almost totally sightless. The burning, bursting pyre of flame between her thighs increased and enlarged in intensity until the blonde-haired ranch boss thought her entire body was about to become completely consumed. Without realizing it, the anxious Joanne wrapped her loving thighs tightly around Elliot's head as, like a hungry hog, he continued feeding at her womanly trough.
Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, yes! I must be just as sick as Elliot because I love what he's doing to me. I love it. I love it! I feel like pushing his entire face, his entire head into me. Yesssss!
As her slender ivory thighs clung to the curly brown head of Elliot Black, she sensed the way his tender-loving hands reached beneath the cheeks of her buttocks and hoisted her rounded orbs higher. He lifted the pink, meaty flesh of her vagina to a loftier position, bringing it up to his sucking lips so he was able to slurp at it with even stronger abandon. His cheeks rubbed her thighs and pressed against the wispy curls of her vaginal hair, and Joanne decided that even if this was the first time a man was eating her vagina, it wouldn't be the last. By doing this, Elliot had unwittingly made her a slave to this, and she would find some way to get him or someone else to do it to her all over again.
Joanne jumped even more when she felt the man's working tongue once again lap lower, sliding through the crevice between the moons of her ass and licking at the tight brown pucker of her ass-hole. She thrilled icily to the way his tongue licked and lapped at her crinkly orifice again and again, and then she shuddered as his tongue stiffened into a little scoop and tried worming its way into her shuddering anus. The tiny, doughnut-like sphincter automatically resisted the pressure of the man's tongue, so Elliot pressured a little harder, and Joanne suddenly sensed her resisting sphincter abruptly give way until he finally managed to push a fraction of an inch of his tongue into her. To Joanne, it felt as if her present lover had forced the entire length of his tongue into her. She thought he was actually fucking her ass-hole with his lingual probe.
"AAAIIIEEE ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... OOONNNGGGHHH . . .GGHHAARRGGHH ... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, her screams becoming louder and louder. They were sick, depraved, perverted sounds, and the woman refused to believe they were coming from her own throat. Her full breasts heaved up and down, pounding against her chest. The thoroughly incredible sensation of Elliot Black's tongue in her trembling rectal cavity was driving her to the edge of insanity.
He's mad I she thought. He's stark, raving mad! Only a madman would use his tongue on my rectum!
Elliot continued licking, lapping and sucking. He lanced his tongue into her again and again, seeing the way she lifted her buttocks to him. He was overjoyed to see himself building such a reaction in her.
Joanne felt him pushing her deeper into the hay, sliding her so that all of her had hay beneath her, and her slender white thighs wrapped themselves all the more tightly around Elliot's head. His tongue had worked its way back into the sweet coral depths of her vaginal glade, probing the delicious coral flesh repeatedly. This time she felt the tongue slide in as if it were a penis, making a loud, "slllluuuurrrrp!" as it fitted itself in. It slid through her as if custom-designed, and she squealed and jumped as the man's forefinger, like Harry Traveler's, found her recently tongued rectal opening and pushed its way in up to the first knuckle. The digit wormed its way deeper, working around and around as his tongue continued the maddening whirl through her vaginal tunnel.
Without warning, Elliot began moving his body toward that of the horizontal woman while keeping his tongue solidly buried in the delicious depths of her seething pussy at all times. He wriggled around until he lay with his own groin near her head. Joanne, in a state of totally blissful euphoria, was completely unaware of his dangling penis so close to her face until he gripped her buttocks with both hands and spun onto his back, pulling her on top of him with her ass-cheeks and vaginal opening widely spread over his slurping mouth.
Joanne opened her eyes and found herself staring down into the wide-open crotch of a man as he continued slurping and sucking her tasty cunt. This close, her eyes were fascinated by the wavering length of the rigid phallus, seeing its immensity, noting the way the rigid pike swayed from side to side. She saw his veins, looking dark in the silvery moonlight, rampantly running through the penile flesh. The bulbous purple head also looked dark in the moonlight as it swelled, glistening with a cover of its own juices.
"Please ... Joanne..." she heard Elliot gasp as he pulled his face from her seething pussy. "Please do for my cock what I'm doing to your cunt. Suck it! Please!! ! "
Was this man insane? Did he really believe for a single moment that she had any intention of stuffing that massive truncheon of flesh, blood, and muscle into her mouth? Even Harry Traveler, who had raped her, had never thought to make such demands on her. What made this man think he'd be able to demean her in such a manner?
And yet ... Joanne stared at the organ dumbly, seeing only the throbbing penis, fascinated by its size and breadth, inhaling the rich, pleasant manly fragrances coming from between his scrubbed-clean thighs. As a matter-of-fact she noted Elliot was as scrupulous about cleanliness as she. As a result she smelled more deodorant soap than anything else. His penis was something huge to behold, blood-bloated, vein-laced, and just looking at it seemed to draw her face closer and closer to it, though she was in no way able to understand why. It was a massively pulsating spike with a sightless eye that continued weeping as if crying because the beautiful blonde woman refused to slide it between her loving lips. The closer Joanne's face came to the shimmering penis, the larger it appeared to grow, springing out between his pale-brown loins, the penile base surrounded by thick, black curls. Lord! This was the first time she had seen anything so massive so close. The sight was enough to drive her totally out of her mind. The solid penis twitched and shuddered and vibrated like an uncontrolled engine with the idle not set correctly, flexing and bloating under her continuous stare. She saw the wrinkled sac of testicles below, filled with the leaden weight of his balls, each heavy with the seed aching to be released.
The penis seemed to be a thing totally alive into itself; a huge, massively immense, powerful organ begging her to please kiss it and fondle it and lick it and lavish love and affection on it. Yes, yes, the cock looked so throbbingly helpless, so desperately in need of out-and-out loving, Joanne was finally unable to resist the plea.
Slowly the young ranch boss's lips began to separate as she felt a quivering anxiety running inside her. At the same time the woman's slenderly tapered fingers tightly wrapped themselves around the entire length of Elliot's phallic lance, caressing and fondling the purple head, and tugging on the white shaft. Her head dipped lower, lower, lower, and then Joanne slid the massive dome between her puckered lips, still not knowing just why she was doing this, yet feeling the overpowering urge to definitely shelter the gigantic length of flesh inside her hungering mouth. She sipped the animal essences of his sticky lubricity as it seeped like thin syrup from the narrow slit. Her tongue tasted the heavily flowing seepage as it licked around and around the throbbing cap repeatedly. She didn't want to waste a drop of the delicious seepage, and each time her tongue touched Elliot's glans, her ears were rewarded with a groan from the depths of his throat.
"HHHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHH! YESSSSS ... AAAANNANNNHHH ... OOONNNHHH..." the foreman was gasping. "OH ... YOU KNOW HOW ... YOU KNOW HOW ... YES ... YES ... WONDERRFULLLL ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... wish it was like this alia time ... uuunnnhhh..."
Joanne barely heard the man's words, now in a funk-a paradise all her own. Though it was difficult to believe she loved sucking the throbbing penis. It was so enjoyable, had someone tried taking it away from her, the woman would have fought to keep it locked between her lips. Her slender hand gripped the base of the mighty staff as her lips sank lower and lower. At the same time, Joanne felt, rather than heard what Elliot was saying as his mouth once again pushed itself into her dripping vaginal core. He tugged the swampy depths of her cunt down solidly over his lips, and his tongue was stabbing delightfully into the throbbing void of her shudderingly anxious vagina, sucking the sweet pussy with her trembling lips while her tongue continued washing the upper part of his hard cock and her lips clamped a tight ring around the throbbingly pulsating organ.
To the twenty-three-year-old woman this was unquestionably one of the most wonderfully delicious things in which she had become involved. She was glad it was a man like Elliot who taught it to her instead of Harry Traveler. As it was, Harry had almost given her a traumatic shock when it came to sex. Only her eventual liking for it had prevented her from becoming turned off it altogether because of the violent way Harry continually had forced her to fuck. Had he done something like this, as well, she probably would have strangled to death on the organ.
Elliot scoured every tasty and delicious millimeter of the woman's vaginal well, savoring the rich honey flowing from deep within her tautly feminine body, feeling her muscular walls trying to grip his tongue and pull it out by the roots. Now the ranch foreman began sucking with a vengeance, feeling the wonderfully unbelievable, maddening bliss of Joanne's working mouth sucking his penis with powerful internal feeling.
Lord! Lord! Lord! Joanne had never felt so aroused and heated up in her entire life. The thick baton clogging her mouth was the single most exotic and arousing things she had ever enjoyed tasting. It even beat lobster. The tickle of Elliot's moving Tongue in the seething depths of her cunt was enough to cause a multitude of tiny orgasmic spasms to charge through her shuddering body again and again.
Joanne's head sank lower and lower, sucking in more and more of the man's throbbingly vibrating phallus. Her lips sucked three-quarters of the way down, then slowly slid up again until her probing tongue was once more delving into the slit on his glans, licking out the tear-like drops he was emitting. A muffled groan seemed to tear from the depths of Elliot's chest as his loins stabbed upward all the more solidly, driving the steel lance of his pulsating penis into the blonde woman's wide-open mouth, filling it with more and more of his rigidly solid meat and muscle. Joanne felt Elliot's mouth sink even deeper into the innermost recesses of her achingly summering vaginal tunnel. The frantic blonde heard his sucking in spite of the clamping hold his thighs had against her ears.
Joanne gasped with wild abandon as her sucking lips tightly pulled on the thick length of weighty penis continually sawing between her hungering tongue and palate. The young ranch boss shivered as the hungry mouth of her foreman all but tore into her vaginal flesh, sucking on the pink membranes making up her orifice, licking at her inner depths while pursing his lips to nibble at the trembling clitoris again and again. Her hands reached out to cup the bloated testicles of the man whose penis clogged her mouth. Joanne's slender fingers ran over the swollen wrinkled sac and caressed the hairy outer flesh, but the electricity generated by her fingers reached into his very balls.
She cradled them, holding them as if they were delicate pigeon's eggs while straining and pushing her lips closer and closer to the hair-covered base of his crotch. The massive, stone-solid pillar filling her mouth sank deeper and deeper, pushing into the tight depths of her gullet, making her strangle with its thickness. She didn't care at this point. She was so aroused, she had to have it all, every last inch of heavy cock. Instinctively she knew she wouldn't strangle to death on the throbbing organ. The thrilling sensations filling her throat, gullet, and mouth made her entire body shiver and tingle, little by little her pharynx began to accustom itself to the breadth of the penis continually sinking deeper inside, and this built rapturous thrills that much higher in her own body, shuddering as her tongue and palate compressed against the shaft while the spongy head was compressed inside her gullet. Now the giant phallus was pumping back and forth, moving in and out, in and out, and each time it poked into her throat it seemed to reach a little deeper. She sucked until the entire length was blocking her esophagus, filling her mouth, forcing her lips to swell as they wrapped themselves around the organ.
Caressing Elliot's testicles with one hand, Joanne lifted her nodding head, sliding the entire length of throbbing cock from between her lips. Then she gripped the wand with her other hand, tugging it to one side, dipping her head lower, and proceeded to use the tip of her tongue, licking the doughy mass of scrotal flesh. Her tongue washed across it with wide, sweeping licks, stopping every now and again to wash the weighty phallus, as well. The hand she was using to grip the mastodonic organ began shucking up and down, up and down, gripping it tightly, listening to the sound of the man's strangulated cries as he sank his hungering mouth ever deeper into her womanly slash. Her rapture-reaching tissues clung to his oral digit as she thrilled to the way he worked his tongue in and out, in and out. Then she popped the plum-like head of the shuddering penis between her sucking lips and proceeded to pull again, letting her saliva dribble down the hard surface of the swollen staff. Her buttocks quivered as her vagina sensed Elliot's mouth plunging even farther into it.
As she continued sucking and slurping, Joanne felt Elliot pull his head back. The man was panting heavily, gasping for air, his face a mottled purple like his cock-head. She trembled as his fingers gripped the lips of her pussy and began slowly separating them, tugging them wide apart, and then he began blowing cool air into her.
Elliot's hands reached lower and gripped the rounded white cheeks of her buttocks, tugging her hot, perspiring thighs even farther over his face, allowing the palpitating pussy to be crammed solidly against his mouth, his nose, and his cheeks, the wet, blonde cunt-hairs tickling his entire face. Her mouth issued a thrilling gasp of agonized ecstasy as his penile head once more crammed itself into the depths of her squeezing gullet.
In a wild frenzy now, Joanne began biting down, actually chewing on the meaty stick clogging her throat while her cheeky ass continued twitching wildly under the caress of the man's hands, her burning pussy cramming itself all the more solidly against the face trying to bury itself inside. Wickedly, the man thrust his lapping tongue even deeper into the steaming folds of her vaginal opening, probing, licking, stabbing and tongue-fucking ever deeper into the burning depths as the woman continued moaning and sighing with her own ribboned lips tightly wrapped around the solid log of meat straining out from between his solid thighs.
Joanne gripped Elliot's ass-cheeks almost viciously as her own heated thighs pressed anxiously around the man's eager face. Her quicksand-like tongue licked back and forth, all around the throbbing steam pole, while her own flesh slid this way and that, surrounding his own tongue. Her taut vaginal muscles clenched and squeezed, doing their best to keep the oral extension solidly locked inside, but her muscle bands were only so powerful, and the total lack of friction created by the saliva dripping from his tongue allowed the oral digit to slide in and out all the more easily.
Joanne began feeling the orgasm starting to build inside her. She-was inwardly startled to realize she was capable of coming this way, too. The climax welling within her was going to be a big one, certainly ready to match the one Harry Traveler had given her with his cock. The man's hands were now on her back, feeling her muscles ; ridging as her mouth pulled greedily on the penis with an ever-increasing savagery. The blonde woman shivered as she thrilled to Elliot's tongue seemingly slash into her delicate membranous. flesh repeatedly. She was curious how the man was able to breathe after all this time with his face buried so deeply in the heated sump of her seethingly swampy muff.
Lapping back and forth quickly with his tongue over the clitoris of this woman he was fast learning to love, Elliot sensed the way she was wildly moving about, clamping her hands firmly around the pulsating base of his thrusting penis whenever it wasn't moving between the ripe softness of her tender ruby lips. The rubbery head was already almost two inches into her gullet and trying to push in even farther.
Joanne was slurping, coughing, choking, gasping, groaning, and shuddering all at the same time. Her tender flesh sensed the man's hot breath spewing out in little grunts deep inside the tightness of her vaginal interior, the sounds muffled by her flesh. However, Elliot's tongue continued pressing against her tiny capsule of delight, sucking the extended clitoris between his hungering lips, making the woman churn and writhe all the more against his working face. The young ranch boss ground her hot pussy down again and again, feeling the way her labia continually fluttered open each time, trying to actually suck Elliot's face inside. Her rear-end twisted in a frenetic rotation as she strained and struggled, feeling her climax trying to reach up into her.
Elliot pried her soft white thighs even wider apart, his hands spreading Joanne's ass-cheeks almost to the breaking point. His tongue seething scoured her throbbing vaginal well, licking through the wet depths, insanely driving deeper and deeper, trying to lick up every possible bit of feminine sauce.
Joanne felt the lashing tongue stabbing everywhere inside her at once. It massaged her clitoris, dipped into the sticky honey-pot of her flaming cunt, lapped across her perineum, sank into the tight circle of her ass-hole, then returned to lick at each of her vulva lips. Every now and again she squirmed because of the sensation of Elliot's teeth nibbling on her white ass-cheeks. Then his tongue would once more sink into the soddenly wet folds of her trembling vagina. The vulva muscles were like tight rubber bands, still trying to clench the man's tongue, still unable to succeed because of the wet slipperiness.
However Elliot's valiant oral thrusts into her cunt were finally bearing fruit as Joanne felt the orgasm building higher, higher, higher, until at last she began screeching as she came, "AAAYYYIIIEEEAAARRGGGHHH ... GGHHHAANNGGHHHUUURRGGHHH ... EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Her cries were so loud, she wondered if her voice carried all the way back to the ranch. Her head had lifted from his throbbing organ for a moment to unleash her shouts, but now her lips slipped back down, sliding over the sensitive glans again, pulling the entire length of his throbbing penis all the way into her mouth, down her narrow gullet. The woman's rounded buttocks twitched and shook and gyrated as the blasting explosions of her climax made her twine her tongue wildly around the up-thrust pole in her sucking mouth. At the same time her vagina tightly gripped and twisted the man's delving tongue as it continued slurping her to what seemed like eternal bliss.
Elliot's penis was trembling and shuddering now, twitching, swelling, unable to remain under control, and the man realized he was unable to hold back any longer. He had to climax. Joanne wondered if the man intended firing down her throat, but even as she thought about it, she didn't have that much time to ponder it. She did know if she moved her mouth much of the thrill would disappear for her foreman, and somehow she realized she was unable to do this to this man, especially after he had given her such a wantonly overpowering orgasm of her own. Had it been a man like Harry Traveler, and had he forced her to do something like this, she would have pulled her mouth away at this point, gotten up, and simply left him there. Let him shoot his sperm into empty air. However Elliot was not Harry. Elliot was basically a wonderful man, and even if she wasn't in love with him, when she considered all he was doing for her, he deserved the best orgasm she was capable of giving him. She had to make it at least as good for him as he had made it for her.
Her tongue sensed the crazy rush of seminal fluid through the narrowly constricted tube in the underside of his penis. It came rushing out in a tumultuous flow, catching Joanne somewhat off-guard. The floodgates inside him seemed to open and the man's heavily spurting load was suddenly being released, roaring in a blind flood along the length of his throbbingly pulsating penis, moving with the speed of light and the power of an express train without brakes charging down a mountainside. The man's thighs pressed against Joanne's lovely blonde head, crushing her temples tightly between them, and there was a deafening roar in her ears. She knew there was no stopping the seed, now. Then he was crashing the great, heated load of goo into her anxiously sucking and hungry mouth.
"HHHAMUUMMPHHAAAUUURRRGG-GLLLMMPHHAAAWWWAAAUUURRGG-GHHHFFFLLLBBBMMM!" he bellowed with his lips still pressed into the depths of Joanne's seething pussy.
Joanne understood what was going on inside the man, and her lips frantically pulled and sucked, as she anxiously drank all the hot spume flooding from the narrow opening in the enormous head of his throbbing penis. She was aware of his attempts to push his mighty organ even deeper into her throat, but it was already in as far as possible, and now it was beginning to shrink as blood left the sacs inside. Joanne sucked hard, drinking all he had to offer, actually savoring the taste, realizing how much she enjoyed it, gulping the effluvient syrup into her belly. She moaned and groaned, bobbing her head as he emptied his balls.
Afterward, they nakedly lay side by side in the hay. At about ten-o'clock he fucked her at her request, and then they dressed and returned to the ranch.
CHAPTER THREE
One of the many things Joanne liked about Elliot Black was his discretion. Another thing she liked was the fact that he never expected anything. He adored her enough to do what she wanted without question, and if she chose not to do anything with him, he never questioned it.
Many guests who came to the dude ranch stayed a week or two, so running the ranch was not just a weekend thing, but a seven-day proposition. She almost always knew the names of all the guests who stayed for more than a weekend. One such guest was Joseph Feld. Feld worked for a major magazine publishing firm, and was at the dude ranch for a well-deserved two-week rest. He was admittedly a married man, but one of the reasons he had come on this vacation was to get away from his wife. He wasn't a tall man, about five-feet-eight, but he had a ruggedly handsome face, with a crew cut. His hair was almost caramel-colored, what there was of it. He had a slightly prominent nose beneath two blazing blue eyes, and a very firm jaw.
Joe, as Joanne came to know him, did absolutely nothing the first week he was at the ranch. He sat around soaking up the sunshine, enjoying the barbecues and campfires, but not really mingling with the other people.
The second week he was there, he paid a little extra money for some private riding lessons. His second week began the day Joanne had sported with her foreman, and the following day, Monday, she went horseback riding with him. Things were always slow on a Monday morning, and so she was able to take her time, once again picking an out-of-the-way trail. Her vagina, rubbing against her panties, in turn rubbing against her buckskin skirt, which pressed against her saddle, was building rumbling feelings in her vaginal depths.
As she rode with Joe, the two of them talked and she got to know a lot about him. He was a shy man, and had to be drawn out, but little by little, she managed to pull all the information out of him.
At the end of their ride she felt she was ready to burst with the need to be fucked, but she restrained herself and took her excess energies out of her work. It was far from a good substitute, but since no man was really handy, she had to be content. After all, she didn't want Elliot Black thinking she was falling in love with him.
On Tuesday morning she again went riding with Joe Feld, and the ride ended the same way, though she and Joe were a little more free and easy in one another's company. On Wednesday, she not only went riding with him, but the two of them dismounted and walked for awhile. On Thursday he became very bold and kissed her, reddening afterward and apologizing. He was certain she wouldn't go riding with him Friday, but it was she who came seeking him out, and sure enough they rode for the entire morning. They were a good fifteen miles from nowhere when they decided to turn back. Joanne, whose vagina was now a boiling kiln, decided she had to knock the shyness out of this man once and for all.
"Tell me, Joe," she asked, "have you ever made love to a woman other than your wife?"
"Not since I've been married," he admitted.
"Would you like to?" she asked straightforwardly.
"Hey, look, I don't want to give you any wrong ideas about me," he insisted.
"Just answer my question," she said, firmly. "Until recently I never thought about it much." "And now?"
"Please, Joanne, don't make me say something that might break up the friendship we've built. I'm going to be here for two more days, and I'd like to know that when I left, you weren't angry with me or insulted."
"I know you too well to believe you would deliberately insult anyone, Joe. But I'd like to hear the truth from you."
"Look," he told her. "The truth is, I'm infatuated with you. I'd love to make love to you, but I'm certain you would be insulted if I so much as hinted at it."
"Try me," she insisted.
"Huh?"
"You heard me," she told him as they reined in their horses. "Try me!"
"Are you saying you'd be willing to..."
"I have to be properly asked, Joe."
"Joanne, I'm crazy about you. But look, we don't have much time left right now."
"Right now!" she insisted.
"How? You have to be back at the ranch in less than an hour."
"I've never made it on a horse. Have you?"
"On a horse?"
"We'll be riding bareback, only it'll be our backs that will be bare."
She dismounted, and in front of him she undressed. All her clothing was stuffed into a saddlebag, as well as her boots. Joe, unable to believe his eyes, slid from his horse and slowly began peeling off his own clothing.
"You're moving too slowly," she told him, and helped him, taking off the rest of his clothes and shoving them into the other saddlebag her horse carried.
"On a horse?" he asked again, standing fully naked in front of her, revealing a man-sized erection. If it wasn't quite the size of the one belonging to Elliot Black, it was still more than large enough.
She had him mount first, the usual way, pushing him back until his buttocks rubbed against the end of the saddle. Then she mounted, facing him, with the saddle horn pressing into her buttocks, supporting her. Her white breasts with the pink tips bobbled lusciously before his eyes, and he leaned forward and began kissing them as she lightly kicked the horse to make it walk. Her own horse had been trained to follow, and did so.
Her nakedness was like a magnet to the shy man, and the moment he had her in his arms, he was caressing her all over, kissing her mouth hungrily, enjoying the way she anxiously kissed him back.
"You know," she whispered. "I was afraid of being too forward myself, otherwise I would have approached you a lot sooner."
"Goes to show how foolish two people can be," he gasped.
"Uh huh!" And then they were kissing again.
Their lips held one another in a long, shuddering kiss, and his hands were rampantly running over her naked body as the horse on which they were mounted cantered toward the ranch. She shuddered when his thrilling hands swept under her buttocks, squeezing them, tugging him solidly against him, trapping his penis between them. Joanne felt the stiffness of his cock pressing into her belly as if anxious to stab her. His hungry mouth continued pressing itself anxiously against hers, their lips rubbing and opening, allowing their tongues to whip against one another. He was an experienced lover, all right, and by now Joanne was experienced enough to appreciate him. His fingers and thumbs dug into her buttocks, squeezing and pinching as she rubbed her breasts against his hairy chest, massaging his flesh.
Joanne didn't feel the least bit embarrassed about having initiated the lovemaking between them. Had she been less reticent a little earlier, she wouldn't have been kept waiting this long. At last she was about to have what she wanted, and it meant total pleasure to her. She had no idea if Joe Feld was able to control his sperm long enough for her to peak, but she knew if he didn't, she'd find a way to make that organ of his grow all over again and fuck her a second time. Either that, or she would make him tongue the semen out of her.
She broke the kiss and rested her head on his shoulder, her breath coming from her in heavy pants, her hot exhalations all but searing his flesh. Her belly was more and more aware of the rigid organ angling sharply upward between them, leaking oil over both their bellies.
"I know this sounds silly since we're on a cantering horse, but be gentle, huh. One of the only other two organs to ever penetrate me did it very roughly, and even though he eventually did satisfy me it took a lot of anguish, first."
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'll make certain you're nice and wet before going into you."
The two of them clung tightly to one another, each gently kissing the other's lips, both anxious to get started, yet neither wanting to make the first move. This was silly considering she had been so forward with Elliot Black, but she had known Elliot most of her life and knew the kind of person he was. She was still learning about Joe Feld.
Little by little the pressure of their hands against each other increased, his fingers sliding upward against her shuddering body, surrounding her fully swollen breasts. She thrilled to the pressure of his palms against her nipples making them stand out like tiny bullets.
Now Joe's tongue was finally taking the initiative, stroking gently between her lips, moving in and out in time to the way their bodies bounced on the horse, causing Joanne to fervently respond. Heat was continuing to build swiftly in the blonde's body as it would in a pressure cooker.
Her hand fluttered delicately near his bare thigh, moving inward and closer to the upstanding lance of his solid cock. Finally her cool fingers closed firmly on the hard fleshiness of his upstanding penis, gently holding it in a light, tender grasp. She began tugging on it gently, up and down, up and down, moving with the easy canter of the horse. Her hungering lips pressed so strongly against his, the insides of his lips were being cut by the edges of his own teeth. That was when Joanne yanked her face from his and buried her lips in the side of his neck, branding her delineated lips into the softness of his throat, shuddering as the delightful realization hit her that she was going to be soundly fucked. At last! After five long days of waiting, she was going to get the organ she craved most. A solidly throbbing penis was going to make its way once again into the steaming nave of her flushed pussy. Anxiety mingled with lusting desire. Sex was fast becoming a permanent part of her life. She was realistic enough to accept this, and even more realistic enough to want more.
"Just being with you makes me feel good," she whispered. "I feel like a little girl about to receive a treat for being so good."
"In some ways you are just a kid," he told her. "Heck! I'm probably twice your age, old enough to be your father. Be glad you're a kid. Hope that you'll Stay a kid for a long, long time, and don't ever apologize for the simple fact of being yourself. Now relax, open your thighs, and let that sweet pussy of yours graze my cock for a few moments ... UHHHHHH ... YTfSSSSS ... AAAAAANNNNNNHHHHHH ... THAT'S ITTTTT ... HUUUNNNHHH ... GOOD GIRL ... UP AND DOWN ... OOOOOOOH ... UP AND DOWN...
Her lonis were parting wider and wider, and for some dumb reason she thought of herself as a coky virgin rather than an experienced woman, determined to override any pain, though deep down she knew there would not be any pain. Pleasure was all there would be, and pleasure was what she anticipated. Her eyes were closed tightly and she forced herself to breathe regularly as his hand reached down and his fingers formed a cup to caress the pouting shape of her vaginal lips. There was a flaming furnace somewhere deep inside her, and she realized she was hotter now than she had ever been in her life. Damn it all! Sex had become like heroin to her. She needed it. The only difference was, the more she had of it, the better she felt. Her internal self was not deteriorating in any way. His warm fingers were so gently reassuring as they caressed, titillated, and teased her juicing slash, stroking the wet inlet rhythmically, and the remaining tension slowly began sliding out of her.
Ummmmmmm! She had been wise in her selection of Joe Feld. He was a man who was obviously well-experienced in what he was doing, making her feel good inside. He was also patient, understanding, and not nearly as uptight as she had orginally feared. She felt very secure with him. Her mouth moved along the side of his throat, sliding up his jawline until her lips were once again kissing his. Her heated tongue plunged in and out of his sucking mouth. It was as if her tongue were some kind of penis and his mouth a vagina, and she was actually fucking him. Her hands gripped his head to hold it steady, and she regularly plunged her tongue between his teeth, stopping now and again to caress his outer gums, making him hunger for her that much more. All the while the two of them continued to rhythmically bounce up and down in the saddle.
Joanne almost melted into something runny when his probing forefinger pressed against the sensitive capsule of her delicate clitoris. The tiny, thrumming nubbin began swelling beneath his fingering caresses, unleashing more and more of her inner animal passion. Her hips were spiraling in time to her up and down movement, slowly, almost lazily, gently revolving as his thumb teasingly rubbed at her stiffening pearl. She humped her body all the more solidly against the pressure of his finger, timidly at first, then more daringly as her ardor for him intensified. His probing forefinger began sliding its length down so that it reached into her wetly sucking pussy, moving through the viscous moistness welling up between her soft inner labia. She began exhaling raggedly as the tip of his finger pressed deeper and deeper into the shuddering orifice. First he moved it in about an inch, then slid it almost all the way out. He pulled it out quickly, as if the interior heat was too much for him. Joanne felt the fingertip continuing to move, in and out, in and out, back and forth, separating the shiny, slimy labia, his finger pushing a fraction of an inch deeper into her with each forward thrust as they continued bouncing on the horse that cantered slowly toward the ranch.
Joanne was breathing more and more unevenly now, feeling the overwhelming desire for his cock continuing to build higher in her. She was feeling a series of thrills she had never quite known before, simply enhanced by the knowledge she was about to enjoy something very, very familiar, and very, very thrilling. Her rubbery, bouncing buttocks, keeping time with the bumping saddle beneath her, gently humped up to meet the constant downward pressure of his massaging finger as her mouth attempted to burrow into his mouth, and her body squirmed and writhed solidly against his.
Joe hugged her tightly against him, stabbing his hairy chest with her sharp nipples and loving every bit of it. When he tried gripping her buttocks with one hand to lift her up so he'd be able to insert his cock, she said, "No! Let me! I think it'll be more fun if I'm the aggressor."
"Sure," Joe smiled, kissing her. "Anything to make a lovely lady happy."
"Only because it's going to make a wonderful gentleman happy, as well," she assured him.
She made him lean back in the saddle as she ran her fingers over his hairy chest. Her hands ran up and rubbed his shoulders. They felt cold, and she realized it was a cooler day than she had anticipated. Riding naked this way was not something she would recommend as a steady thing.
The man was plainly aroused. His penis was vibrating strongly, and she had him excited to the point where he would be a fool not to rape her would she back off for some reason. Not that he really had anything to worry about on that score. She had no intention of backing out, now.
She kicked his feet out of the stirrups and inserted her own toes into them. This gave her the leverage she needed to rise above him, her thighs straddling his haunches, feeling the tenderly gentle brush of his outstandingly rigid stanchion as the thick organ lightly touched the velvet flesh of her tender inner thighs. She saw pain in his eyes from the pressure of his rampantly swollen phallus. It was as if the mere knowledge that her hot pussy was there, hovering above his penis, prepared to impale itself on him, was the cause of all his inner agony. A simple upward thrust of his hips once she had inserted the head of his cock was all that was needed, especially if she sat down hard at the same time.
Joanne squatted in the saddle, feeling the sunlight, now almost at its zenith, shining on her head. She maintained her weight on her toes in the stirrups and the palms of her hands pressing against the man's shoulders. She felt the solid masculine prod touching her pink opening anxiously, almost nuzzling her seething pussy as the movement of the horse jounced the two of them together. For some strange reason she almost felt lost, as if she didn't know what to do. Well, it was the first time she was really taking the total initiative. Her upper body was leaning forward now, her breasts mashing themselves against Joe's chest, her nipples cutting through the hairs as her mouth lightly brushed his lips. Slowly, with her pussy hovering directly over the blunted head, she began lowering herself, allowing her weight to move lower and lower, until she felt the knob of the rigid skewer about to tenderly part the soft inner lips of her fuzz-rimmed pussy. Abruptly she lifted her body, almost afraid he'd spear straight up through the steaming tightness of her cunt and ram his cock into the depths of her narrow gullet. It was ridiculous, she knew, still, she was afraid.
Joanne felt like a silly little child. She had no reason to be frightened, but she was frightened. This was ridiculous. Here she had been waiting five days to fit a penis into her vagina, and now that the opportunity was at hand, she found herself suddenly balking and chickening out. What in heaven's name was wrong with her?
"It's too late to have a change of heart, now," Joe told her.
"I don't, really," she said. "Maybe it's the fact that we're on a horse instead of on the ground."
"As you said, we have to get back to the ranch. We can't take the time out to lie on a nice hard ground, so the horse will have to do us."
He was gripping her ass-cheeks very tightly, firmly holding her in position. He wasn't trying to force her down on it, but was holding her steady.
"Odd, but I suddenly feel so tiny between my thighs," she laughed. "You know, when I first looked at that organ of yours, I said to myself, I've handled bigger ones so there's really nothing to be afraid of. But all of a sudden it's as if your penis is the biggest, fattest, thickest, longest cock in the entire world. I'm almost afraid I'm going to feel pain. Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?"
Joe let her ramble on, and she continued talking in a low gasping voice as her oral lips lightly rubbed themselves against his mouth. All the while she sensed the tip of his stolid penis now sliding up and down through her rectal crease as she rode on it, rocking her buttocks back and forth. She felt it slide through her anal crease, now forcing herself to rock back and forth on the organ, as if trying to bring her body back far enough to force the head of his penis through the inner labia of her dripping vaginal channel. She moved faster and faster, and suddenly the thick, spongy glans was pressing between her outer labia, rubbing them as it tried nosing its way inward. The movement of the horse helped. She stiffened but didn't pull away this time. Gasping, she tensed herself as the blunt head pressed itself tenderly, carefully into her vaginal slot.
Reaching behind her, her hand grabbed the saddle horn to steady her, her lust so strong, it not only traveled through her, but was felt by Joe, as well. The fingers of her other hand came down on his thigh, then walked across his testicles to clutch at the staff of his shimmering cock as the head rested in her, and she remained poised with the balls of her feet pressing into the stirrups. Gripping the rod ever more tightly, she rotated it so the head moved around and around in her vaginal entrance, seemingly widening it. Her breathing was guttural as anticipation was ever-present. The throbbing tip seemed to be pressing too far into one side of her, and she had to adjust the direction of the in-pushing penis.
Her pink, flowering inner labia began to slowly, grudgingly open, and now it widened all the more as she very slowly began lowering herself onto the meaty length of the pike, sighing a little as it began poking its way into her. Her ass-cheeks clenched shut as the thrills charged rampantly through her. The trembling shudders were more evident now than before, racing through her entire womanly body.
Small? She had thought Joe Feld possessed a small penis? What in the name of heaven was wrong with her? Lord! This organ of his was gigantic, getting bigger by the minute. It seemed so large it appeared totally out of proportion to the tiny hole into which it was now pushing. The deeper it went, the more obvious it was there was nothing small about this particular organ. No, there would be none of the fearful pain she had experienced with Harry Traveler. The latter had really done one helluva job of opening her up. The deeper the penis moved with the jogging motion of the horse, the more thrilling each plunge felt. She ought to sit right down and suck it all into her, but that would be getting too much of a good thing too quickly. No, the right way was to absorb the penis very slowly into her, and so she continued pressing it into her vagina, a fraction of an inch at a time. The burning mouth of her sodden vagina solidly surrounded the enlarged rubbery cap as if actually absorbing it into her own flesh; surrounding it and clinging to it as if making it dissolve into her body.
Ahhhhh! There was sheer, unadulterated pleasure, now. There was also a bit of discomfort because of the motions of the horse, however the thrilling pleasure was far overpowering the discomfort, and though it-the discomfort-seemed to increase for awhile, the overpowering pleasure was so much greater, her lust for him built even higher, driving her nearly insane with ecstatically delightful torture.
She began rotating her vagina again and again, doing her best to make his solid phallic lance widen her inner tunnel as her sweetly taut cunt gripped the swollen elasticity of his throbbing penile head like a strong, clutching fist. Raptly, she sensed the inner flesh of her body stretching more and more as her interior opened up a bit at a time and the unbending staff of rigid cock continued its journey into her.
The head of his cock was three-quarters of the way into her, and now it was pressing against her cervix. It pushed as if intent on widening the narrow cervical opening and shoving itself inside. The hard penis pulsated with a mad, shuddering intensity, and her rounded ass-cheeks once again clenched themselves tightly shut as she prepared to ride him like a merry-go-round horse. She had to adjust the direction a little in order to keep him from puncturing the neck of her womb. She wanted to feel the full length of his penis buried all the way inside her. She wanted to feel it now, not later on. She had to have every last little bit of that fleshy pillar crammed all the way into the tightness of her seething pussy. If she had engulfed larger cocks, there was no reason why she ought not to swallow-up this one.
Her mouth kissed his all the harder, pressing against his lips as she shifted her weight forward, jamming her feet farther into the stirrups and letting the soles of her feet take the brunt. His inner lips were being shredded against his teeth, and the realization she was causing him pain made her ease her kissing the littlest bit. They were here to fuck and have fun, not to harm one another.
Joanne was suddenly aware of his stiffening beneath her and hoped to heaven he wouldn't peak at that moment. Lord! If he came she'd tear out his chest hairs one at a time.
No, thank heaven! He wasn't reaching any kind of peak. He was simply steadying himself in the saddle. It was difficult for him to move without his feet in the stirrups, and so he had to let her do all the work. She began slowly rubbing her buttocks up and down against the saddle horn behind her, letting her vagina ride on the first three inches of his hard penis, continually caressing the bloated head with the warm, sticky tight walls of her squashing vagina. Her sensual interior was now becoming more and more moist, like the Okefenokee Swamp as she felt arousal building to far greater heights in her trembling body.
The low sounds in her throat were no longer moans of pained fear but sighs of total and utter delight as she began hurling her body up and down all the more quickly, riding the cock faster and faster. Her body trembled with anxiety as ecstatic wonder seemed to thrill her every movement against the engulfed stiffness of the swollenly solid penis.
He was holding her both, front and back. Even with his penis in her vagina, he had one hand gripping her buttocks and the thumb of the other hand massaging her clitoris. Her own arms were wound around him so that both were able to maintain their balance on the moving horse. Digging her feet more strongly into the stirrups, she spun and rotated her buttocks all the more swiftly, still holding herself so the head of his throbbing penis didn't slide past her cervix ... yet.
Tearing her mouth from his, gasping for air, she breathed deeply then sank her teeth into his shoulder as she tensed once again, gathering her strength and then slamming her body straight down, pushing the head of his penis past her cervical, opening and into the fiery depths of her womb. She bit down hard at the luxuriant thrill of the penis totally filling her vagina. Her vaginal muscles clamped firmly around the in-thrust organ.
For Joanne, it felt like the overpowering start of Armageddon suddenly blistering through her; an Armageddon of totally wanton lust. Her body felt rapturously divided into two parts, and yet she never felt more complete. A cock was not an alien thing inside a woman. It belonged there. When it was out of her she now felt as if part of her was missing. Each time a penis filled her she felt like a total human being. A throbbing penis was filling her emptiness.
She lay forward against Joe Feld, panting with wild exhilaration, completely abandoned in the wonderful pleasure of enjoying the flaming, throbbing broadness of the organ bringing her so much delightful pleasure. It was all rapture without discomfort, and the rapture was so overpowering, she shuddered and shook with thrilled inner delight. Lord! It was so good!
Still pressing her breasts against the hairy matting of the man's chest, she reached beneath her with the hand she had used to grip the saddle horn, earlier, feeling around until she touched his testicles. She tried gripping his penis again, but was unable to and was pleased to feel the sticky wetness inside her leaking around its base, letting her know all of it was buried inside her. OHHHHH YESSSSSS! It felt good in her, really good. She gathered the clay-like clump of his testicles in her hand and squeezed very lightly, feeling his solid length of hardness twitch delightfully inside her shuddering body. Yesssss! It felt good, really good. She sensed the thrilling expansions and contractions of his phallic head, clinging so tightly it was as if her membranes were entwined around him.
Joe kept one thumb between their pelvises, pressing it firmly against her tender clitoris, while his other hand maintained its firm hold on the solid cheeks of her buttocks. He tugged her down tightly, seating her very firmly on the base of his cock, enjoying the way it oscillated in the tightness of her tunnel.
Joanne felt more and more rapturous thrills shoot through her as she realized the newness of the position added spice to the lovemaking. She was trembling with a wantonness now, her passion and excitement rising higher with each passing moment. Her inner fear had totally disappeared-that foolish fright because of this new way of making love. She realized there was never any reason for her to be afraid when it came down to fucking. Wonderfully thrilling sensations rocketed through her trembling body, continually filling her as she raised and lowered her buttocks again and again, enjoying the delightful feelings of hard penis continually reaming through her vaginal tunnel. She moved slowly, cautiously at first, then began speeding up her humping movements as continually indescribable pleasure kept rampantly charging through her. What had started out as a need to sate the clawing hunger in her was swiftly becoming the most interesting sexual experience, to date.
Her mouth was tightly clamped to his, her working tongue fucking and driving deeper and deeper into his mouth, moving with the same rapidity her sheathing cunt used as it bounced up and down around the throbbing penis sunk so far into her. She continually rocked from side to side as well as up and down, raising herself a mere inch or two at first. After awhile her lovely ass was humping three, four, five, even six inches into the air, still maintaining his penis all the way inside her. Soon her beautiful curvaceous buttocks were moving at greater speed than the horse, almost flying up and down, stroking the incredibly tight container of her lustful cunt along the entire bloated, stolid length of the proudly inserted penis.
She tore her mouth from his, now sitting back a little in the cradle of his hand as it still cupped her buttocks, her short, fluffy hair flouncing with more and more speed as she continued violently riding the cock beneath her. She thrilled to the sweetly delicious pressure of his penis continually pounding its way through her tautly clutching tunnel, her body vibrating with more and more intensity. His fingers were digging more deeply into her buttocks now, and the thumb of his other hand was massaging her clitoris with so much pressure, she wondered if he was rubbing off the outer layer of skin. The way he was rubbing made it feel as if he might actually uproot her clitoral organ.
"HAAAANNNHHHH!" she gasped, her entire body shuddering. All the while she rode harder and faster, forcing his solid length of penile meat to rummage through her tight twat at an even faster pace. His right hand gripped her buttocks even more tightly now, as if forcing her to remain steady while he pummeled his throbbing cock into her, using more and more body English. Joanne felt so overjoyed, she wondered if his cock was going to reach up and stab into her belly, next. What fantastic feeling! What a fabulous sensation! Her vulva lips crushed themselves around his thickness so tightly she thought she might tear it out of his body by the roots.
"Joe ... OHHHHH ... JOE..." she gasped. "YOU FEEL SO ... UHHHHHH ... GOOD INSIDE ... OOOOOOOOOOOH ... MEEEEE ... HHHAAANNNNHHHH ... DON'T EVER ... UUUUNNNNHHHH ... STOP...
She speeded up with pressure of her fucking as he clung even more solidly to her bouncing buttocks, kissing her throat and jamming his cock as far up into her as was humanly possible as if intent on stabbing her a million times, each time in a different part of her interior.
Once more his body stiffened, and this time Joanne knew he was going to come. His balls seemed to fit neatly against her ass-hole as she rode him up and down, tickling her perineum, as well.
Joanne was moving more and more wildly now, no longer able to maintain any kind of rhythm, and she was well aware her own orgasm was now close at hand. She sensed herself starting to climax, and it was going to be a stronger, more wonderful kind of orgasm than anything she had ever known, before. The thrill of it was becoming more than she was able to withstand as she stood up in the stirrups and literally whipped her buttocks from side to side, frantically pounding her cunt up and down, moving with greater speed than ever before, digging her nails into the flesh of his body.
"I'm ... uhhhh ... going to peak!" she gasped. "Ohhhh God! I'm going to get there ... YESSSS ... HUUNNHHHH ... OHHHHHHH ... AAAAAHHHHHH ... HHHHAAANNNHHH ... EEEEYYYYA-AAIIIGGGHHH AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"Thatta girl! Thatta girl!" he encouraged, gripping her waist with his two hands and moving her up and down even more quickly now.
Joanne was totally oblivious of anything and everything other than her own total satisfaction, and that was paramount at this point in time. Raw lightning surged through the sucking depths of her tender pussy repeatedly, and she literally collapsed against the man who supported her, her climax charging through her the way burning lava spilled through the interior of a volcano before blasting out. Her already crushing pussy was clenching itself even more tightly around the throbbingly in-thrust penis, clutching it and tugging it insanely until Joe Feld lost all control of himself.
"OOOWWWAAARRRGGGAAANNNGG-GHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAAIIIYYYAAA-UUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed as an overpowering gusher of emotion tore through him and his semen began spraying into her pumping pussy. Hotly delicious gummy white fluid spurted endlessly into her internal tunnel, firing straight up, inundating the already sticky walls of her squeezingly tight vagina. He continued madly pounding his cock into her, his thumb once more returning to her clitoris to massage it even though the sensation had become much too much for her to bear. All the while her rubbery buttocks bounced off the saddle again and again.
After what seemed like a long, long time the thrilling sensations in the two of them began to subside. Joanne let herself flow into him, lying against him, panting for air, feeling his heart pounding and trip-hammering beneath the swell of her breast.
Slowly his penis began to shrink inside her, and she was already missing the feel of it. Yet there was no way on earth she'd be able to walk around with a stiff penis plugging her vagina all day long. Nor was she able to spend the rest of her life riding a cock on horseback, for that matter.
Finally he fell out of her, and had to pull the horse to a stop. They had covered almost half the distance back to the ranch.
Joe dismounted first, and he helped Joanne off. The two of them reluctantly dressed, and she used her neckerchief to wipe off his saddle. At least she'd be able to enjoy the smell of semen until the stuff dried, which would be long before they got back to the ranch.
The two of them mounted their horses and rode off together, heading back to the ranch, unaware that when they had stopped to dress they were observed.
Slim Kevel and Bugsy Glass, two of the part-time workers at the dude ranch had been checking the ranch's fence posts, and had stopped and settled behind some rocks to grab a smoke. They'd heard the horses coming along and were more than happy they had hidden their own mounts behind the rocks with them.
The two of them had been popeyed when they had seen their employer, stark naked, riding a horse with one of the customers, facing him. Even as the man slid off the two of them damn well knew what had taken place. They watched as Joanne and the man had dressed and ridden off, and then they began chuckling.
"How d'you like that," Slim said. "The boss-lady went out and got herself a little cock."
Slim didn't exactly live up to his name. He was actually very portly, but not quite fat. He was also a good-looking man, and one of the few people in the world who didn't think about the fact that he was twenty pounds overweight. He had a short, beak-shaped nose, round cheeks, and a merry twinkle in his eye. His hair was dark brown and curly.
Bugsy Glass on the other hand was almost on the skinny side. His real name was Bernard, as Slim's real name was Alan, but it had been so long since either had been called by their real names, they had just about forgotten them. Bugsy had a broader nose than Slim, but everything else about him was much thinner. He was also four inches taller than Slim's five-feet-eight-inches. Bugsy wore a tan stetson and coveralls with a green flannel shirt. Slim, on the other hand, wore a sombrero, imagine leather chaps, a cotton shirt with two pockets, and tight-fitting blue jeans. Both wore cowboy boots and Slim had clamps without spurs that jingled as he walked. Both stared and smiled.
CHAPTER FOUR
Neither Slim Kevel nor Bugsy Glass would have been what Joanne would have selected, however, when the two of them came into her office the following day, Saturday, and quietly told her what they knew, she became worried and asked, "Just what is it you boys want? Are you thinking of blackmailing me?"
"Heck, no, Miss Joanne," Slim said, the spokesman of the group. "Ain't nothin' like that. Bugsy and me, we don't want to give you no hard time of it."
"Obviously you want something," Joanne said to them, "or you wouldn't be telling me about it. You'd probably be spreading it to all the other boys."
"Tell y'the truth," Slim told her, fingering his sombrero. "Me 'n' Bugsy, we don't get real high class women like you. Now y'don't have to say yes, and we'll understand iff'n you don't, but the fact is, iff'n yore givin' some of it away, well, Bugsy 'n' me would sure take it kindly iff'n you gave some to us."
"I see," Joanne nodded. "What's to keep you boys from telling the others if I did throw something your way?"
"Ma'am?"
"Slim, it isn't a question of my being uppity. Normally I like to choose my own men. The two of you are trying to make the choice for me. Now there's no way on earth I can stop you from telling what you saw, but if I gave in to you, then you might tell the other hands about it, and all of them would be coming after me."
"No Miss Joanne," Slim replied. "Bugsy and me, well we'd be kinda dumb to tell anyone, 'cause we'd be hopin' you'd like the two of us enough to go around with us again sometime in the future. I know it ain't right to expect nothin', and even iff'n you were willin' to go with us more'n once it wouldn't be one quick time after another. So y'see, we'll keep our traps shut 'cause to spill the beans'd be like killin' the goose what laid the golden egg."
"Only in this case it's more like two ganders who are trying to lay a golden goose," Joanne quipped. "Suppose you give me some time to think on it, Slim. I'll give you my decision this Sunday."
"Look, ma'am, our jobs here are mighty important. Iff'n you don't want us, we're not agonna force ourselves on you."
"I appreciate that, Slim. I chose very carefully when I hired the hands who work here. Your jobs aren't in jeopardy, certainly not as long as the two of you keep your mouths shut."
"Believe me, Miss Joanne, it never occurred to either of us to talk to no one else."
Joanne spent the rest of the weekend with the other customers, seeing to their wants and needs, but for bedroom companionship she returned to Joe Feld. She slept with him two more times, and both times were fantastic. On Sunday, she felt sorry to see him leave. She didn't have too much time to moon over it though, because many of the new arrivals from Friday had to be looked after.
It was after chow on Sunday evening that she called Slim and Bugsy into her room, and said, "I'll see the two of you tonight, after light's out, in the manmade lake cabin. Make certain no one follows you, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," Slim nodded, and the two fairly salivated.
The manmade lake had originally been an old swimming hole that Joanne had ordered enlarged once she took over the running of the dude ranch. Now her visitors were also able to indulge in boating and fishing activities. There was a boathouse nearby, but on the other side of the lake was an old cabin which had been built by Joanne's grandfather, long before the farmhouse had been constructed more than two miles away, farther south.
When she had been little, Joanne had gone to the cabin and imagined herself a girl living in pioneer times. It had logs for outside walls, a fireplace, and a large, old-fashioned, handmade bed with a goose-down mattress that, after all these years, was still as pleasant as ever. The cabin was one huge room with kitchen facilities in one corner, and in more recent times, a small bar in another corner to the right of the bed.
When the two ranch hands arrived at the cabin at eleven-thirty, Joanne was there, waiting for them. She had been there almost a half hour, and she had fortified herself with a couple of drinks, something she normally didn't do. Not that either man was repulsive, but the thought of taking two men on at once was both, a little frightening and somewhat exciting, as well.
Slim Kevel was, as always, nattily attired in what looked like something out of Cisco Kid times, while Bugsy Glass had settled for clean blue jeans and a clean shirt. Both men were smelling of deodorant soap.
When the two men entered the cabin, noting the window drapes were already drawn, they each accepted a drink from Joanne, but their anxiety was more than obvious. Joanne purposely teased them by turning her back to them and standing facing the bar. She was wearing her usual see-through blouse, blue, this time, but there was no brassiere underneath. She stood with her legs slightly parted, and the slit up the side of her buckskin skirt revealed legs that curved enticingly in the high-heeled cowboy boots she was still wearing. Slowly, with her hands, she undid the buttons on her skirt, and Bugsy, in the act of drinking, froze.
He was treated to a view of her lovely thighs as she removed the skirt. Her flesh was still as white as the snow-capped mountain tops, and he realized her panties were flesh-colored, and almost nonexistent, they were so skimpy. She beckoned to Slim Kevel, and the man approached as she faced them. She raised her right leg while leaning back against the bar, and Slim assumed the classic position to help her remove her boots, pointing his posterior in her direction, bringing her leg between his thighs, and pulling on the boot with both hands. It slid off very easily, and as she withdrew the foot, she rubbed it in Slim's crotch, her bare toes tickling his testicles. The man shuddered. She did the same thing when he removed the other boot, and Bugsy put his drink down on a small table nearby, licking his lips. He was still unable to believe this was actually happening to them.
Joanne motioned Slim off to the side, letting him stand near the bar. Bugsy looked at his slightly rounded chum and decided Slim was unquestionably too calm considering the circumstances. Slim folded his arms, basically to hide his clenched fists.
Her blouse came down to her rounded buttocks, and she began opening the buttons, one at a time, and Bugsy's eyes fought to jump out of his head as he stared.
With the blouse still on, and the last button still buttoned, Joanne stopped. Reaching beneath, she removed her panties, kicking them in Bugsy's direction. He caught them on the fly and sniffed them, inhaling deeply, thrilling to the lightly musky scent mingled with some light cologne she was using. She turned her back, letting the two men look at her naked white buttocks.
Joanne was getting something of a kick out of all this. It pleased her to know she was apparently able to turn on all men.
Bugsy knew she had no brassiere on under the blouse, and once it came off, she'd be stark naked. He panted with anxiety, searching his mind for the right thing to say that would make his boss take off the last little article of clothing. What? He found himself incapable of thinking as his eyes gazed at the roundness of the two firm rear cheeks, separated by a hairline-thin crack. Half moons of shadows hung beneath the buttocks, basically because the one electric light in the cabin was a strong wire stapled to the ceiling with a light bulb screwed into a makeshift socket. The effect was to make the buttocks seem soft and yet heavy.
The blouse was finally unbuttoned and it was removed, but Joanne remained with her back to Bugsy, and her profile to Slim. She moved a little, letting her ass-cheeks wiggle, and walked to the other side of the bar. She bent down, reached around and took a bottle from the other side of the bar, and all the while the two men stared, looking at the way her beautiful buttocks stretched, provocatively. Bugsy stared in lewd, horny fascination the entire time, looking at the shadowed cleft between her thighs as she bent over, blonde hairs glistening in the room's single light, but not enough to light up the pussy they surrounded. She seemed to move so easily, so uninhibitedly, very conscious of the strong impression she was making.
She stood up very abruptly, turned around, and ran her tongue over her lips, making Bugsy almost cream in his jeans. She was staring directly at him, her breasts heaving up and down, so beautifully naked, so arousing, so delightful. His breath was coming hard and heavy through his nostrils as he took in the delightful sight of her nakedness.
Bugsy stared, bugeyed, looking at the fullness of her breasts, seeing how large and perfectly round they both were. That is, they were large for a tiny woman like Joanne,. Snow-white, they were tipped with tea-rose nipples that were taut, swelling, and jutting up and outward. They were a pair of twin exotic fruits of delightfully delicious sweetness, and as he watched, her two hands began running up and down the sides of her body. One hand moved around in front and began cupping the heavy swollen bulges of her breasts, one at a time. With her pink tongue lodged between her whitely glistening teeth, the beautiful blonde slowly approached Bugsy, seemingly offering him a breast as she pouted very prettily, moving close enough to rub a thigh against one of his knees. He simply stood there, rooted, incapable of moving, not knowing what to do or what to say.
Bugsy shot a glance at his companion, feeling a little worried since Slim almost always took the lead in things like this. In fact, Slim took the lead in everything they did. However Slim, while staring hungrily at Joanne, was smart enough to allow the lady to do her own selecting at the moment. He was clever enough to know his own turn would eventually arrive. At the moment it wouldn't do to let Bugsy see him lose his cool. So even though he was inwardly on fire, he relaxed and gave the impression that he was unaffected by all that was happening.
Joanne backed up, and Bugsy moved with her, and suddenly she was pushing him down, making him sit on a small stool in front of the bar. It wasn't really a barstool, just a three-legged wooden stool that was really too low for the bar. Now that Bugsy was seated, he was eye-level with her navel. He stared as she ran her hands up and down her body, caressing her flesh, rubbing it, making him stare and slaver. She spread her thighs and let one of her palms slid into her crotch.
Lifting one foot, she placed it flatly on Bugsy's knees, letting him catch the wafting scent of arousal steaming from her vaginal trench. Her fingers ran over her thighs again and again, each time dipping between them into her vagina, so that when she removed her hand from her groin, letting her fingers drift under Bugsy's nose, he sniffed like a bloodhound. When he leaned closer in an attempt to push his face between her thighs, she dropped her leg to the floor and danced away from him.
Now it was Slim's turn. She walked over to him, moving slowly, sinuously, and though he tried appearing calm and collected, the truth was he was on fire as she purposely began rubbing her full breasts against his right arm. She even nuzzled her nose into the side of Slim's throat, but when he would have turned his face to kiss her, she pulled her face away, letting him know that if he intended enjoying her, she intended enjoying teasing the hell out of the two of them, first.
She stood between the two of them now, the standing Slim and the seated Bugsy, and the latter was holding his breath, trying to swallow a mouthful of saliva. His temples were pounding and his groin ached as he felt his swelling cock seemingly getting larger and larger than it had ever been before. He was unable to take his eyes from the lovely white, shimmering torso of the woman who paid their salaries every week. He stared, a robot under her control as she moved near him and let him look at the golden hairs surrounding her muff and coating her pelvis. The hairs were light, sparse sprinkles of gold strands, yet they were more arousing than any darker bush Bugsy had ever seen.
For the first time Bugsy was aware of Joanne's breathing. From the heaviness of it, it was obvious she was becoming as excited teasing him as he was, being teased. Now he was able to see the full lips of her curving vagina and he saw they were pulpy and full, convexing in a delightfully wanton pout very much like the sexy appearance of her lovely lips as she watched his continued reaction, slowly undulating and pumping her hips back and forth before his eyes in a tormenting way, thrusting her pelvis so far forward he was able to see the gleaming slit of her vagina and the way it glistened and glittered in the lone light bulb's yellow rays.
Slowly she moved closer, her other hand once more lifting her breast, moving nearer and nearer to Bugsy, her body quivering and writhing with sinuous motions as she forced her body between his knees, wedging them apart as she stood close to him. She moved closer, closer, closer, bending over just the littlest bit and offering her breast to his mouth with her hand as she pressed her hotly naked self against him.
Bugsy felt like a timid deer, nervous, startled, very wary, certain that at any moment he would either wake up from a fantastic dream, or his buddy Slim would interrupt and there was going to be a fracas between the two of them, because this was one time he wasn't going to simply back off and let Slim get firsts. He rolled his eyes around the room and finally saw Slim standing to his left. The chubby man was standing with his two palms up as if to say, "She wants you first, buddy. Go ahead!"
Bugsy shut his eyes and opened his quivering lower jaw. He shivered, feeling the tautness of the pink nipple and the warmly licentious softness of the rest of her swollen mammary against his nose and chin. He sucked inexpertly on the nipple, twirling his tongue around it and he was surprised to hear Joanne moan, feeling her actually lean into him.
Joanne was starting to enjoy herself immensely. She had never considered herself a wanton woman, before, but at the moment there was no question about it. She was as wanton as any whore in existence. She wanted to get laid. Yes, that was it. It was a common, vulgar expression, but it suited what she wanted, perfectly.
Obviously she wasn't making love with these two men, since love had nothing to do with it. She was sating inner physical desires, using their bodies as they wanted to use hers. So, common and vulgar as it sounded, she was getting laid-or very shortly would be doing just that, and she intended enjoying every last little bit of it.
Then, as if she were fainting, she allowed her body to sag, falling as it were into Bugsy's arms. Bugsy was smart enough to hold her up, standing up as he felt her hands reach between his thighs, caressing his inner loins, feeling around for his throbbing cock as she continued to sink. He finally released her and she slowly sank to the floor as if she were some honey oozing down the length of him. She fell to her knees, directly before Bugsy, and her hands were unzipping the fly in his jeans. Her hand reached inside and began feeling his cock and she gave a little cry of delight as she found it. He felt himself jump and twitch, unable to believe this staid, straightforward, no-nonsense boss of his was actually caressing his cock with delicate feeling.
Her hand made a fist around his organ and she pulled it out. Not bad, she thought. Bugsy Glass had himself one huge swollen penis, and she liked the size of it. She also liked the breadth of it. Slowly she began stroking it, pulling the loose outer skin back and forth, back and forth.
A sound behind him startled Bugsy into almost losing his erection and he jerked his head around to see Slim moving from the side of the bar.
"It's all right, it's all right," Slim whispered, sitting on the stool he had just vacated. "I just want to catch an eyeful, that's all."
Catch an eyeful? It never occurred to Bugsy that his friend was one of those who liked to see others make it when he wasn't involved in the action, himself. But then he, himself liked to watch broads being screwed. He and Slim had often shared the same girl before, though they'd always taken her on one at a time. Maybe this was what the boss-lady had in mind, but one thing was certain, and that was, she was one hell of a lot more arousing than the tarts Slim usually dug up. Also, she was a high-class lady. Even if she was putting out for them, it didn't make her a tramp. As far as Bugsy was concerned, her doing this only made him admire and like her that much more. Hell! As far as he was concerned, she was like a little kewpie doll who had to be loved and cared for at all times.
Joanne continued stroking Bugsy's cock, yanking solidly on it, pulling it until it actually hurt the man. It was bulging something fierce, as it had never bulged before, and he felt a great wanton wildness mounting in the shuddering depths of his aching loins, and he didn't care about Slim watching any longer. What the hell! Let the whole damn world watch! He found himself moaning and gasping. His boss was an angel, and she was building an experience in him he would never forget.
He looked down at the delicate golden-haired doll kneeling before him, staring at the way she manipulated and stroked his throbbingly bare-penis in her small hand. He stared at the way she stroked the outer flesh back and forth, back and forth, and his pink mushroomed head looked so swollen and bloated, shiny with the penis's own secretions. Then his eyes bugged out a little farther because he realized her pursed, tantalizing lips were mere inches from the tip of his phallic length. He gasped, feeling fire roil inside him as he saw the softness of her tiny, pulpy lips separate and her pink tongue suddenly reached out and slowly slid forward to touch the throbbing tip of his penis. A shudder of deep lewdness swept through his totally aroused physical self, feeling the delightfully soft warmth and wetness of those lips.
Joanne was enjoying herself immensely. She was fast learning that if all penises didn't look, feel, and taste alike, certainly the differences were simply in the measured amount of enjoyment she received from each. If Bugsy's cock was not quite as thrilling to her as that of her foreman, she had to admit she liked it better than Joe Feld's, which in turn was better than that of Harry Traveler. This was unquestionably the most enjoyable thing she had discovered since starting to work on the dude ranch, and now she understood why her girl friends in high school and college had been so hooked on it.
like a starving, ravenous person she opened her lovely mouth wider as her pretty face darted forward. Bugsy gasped as the hot wetness of her sweetly grasping lips and tightly sucking mouth wrapped solidly around the shaft of his penis, and then she was actually sucking, pulling on it. He stared down at her, looking at the fullness of her roundly outthrust breasts. Her head was already rhythmically bobbing back and forth, back and forth, and her other hand was reaching around and gripping his buttocks through his pants, squeezing hard.
Bugsy snapped out of his funk, intent on enjoying all this to the utmost. Reaching down, he grabbed the lovely blonde's face between his hands, tangling his fingers in her golden hair, and he spread his legs wider apart while shoving his pelvis forward, ramming his penis deep, deep into her mouth, feeling the heated softness wetly surrounding his shaft. He closed his eyes and began moaning with delight.
His breath was coming hard and heavy, and he had to stare down at her again, looking once more to make certain it was really his employer doing all this. All the while his hips continued obscenely pumping as he held her head in place with his hands. Her mouth sucked greedily, anxiously, hanging solidly onto his cock with lips that pouted in a lascivious way each time he yanked his penis back. He saw the shaft of his throbbing organ was coated with her lipstick as he slowly crammed the full length of it back into her mouth. Her hungry tongue twirled around the cock repeatedly, sending spasms of delightful pleasure coursing up the length of his shuddering spine.
She was spreading her own thighs as she knelt in front of Bugsy Glass, and her left hand found its way between the soft columns of her thighs. As both, Bugsy and Slim watched, her hips began rotating and pumping with the loose, lewd action of a ball-bearing mechanism. All the while her fingers caressed her vagina which was richly moist and pink, and widespread with desire.
Bugsy glanced behind the woman, staring at Slim, who was standing there in a trance, unmoving. There was a rapt expression of awe on the man's face, letting Bugsy know his buddy had never seen a woman this wantonly aroused. Slim was so hypnotized by all this, he wasn't taking advantage of the fact that the rear of her cunt was toward him.
Bugsy looked down again and watched as the boss-lady stuck a finger deep in her dripping pussy, and then started sawing it in and out, keeping time as her hips gyrated and pumped with a lascivious motion.
This was too much for Bugsy. With a guttural gasp of panting desire he forced her lovely head away as she fought to orally cling to his cock. As a matter-of-fact she fought very hard, her puckered lips making a wet smacking sound as he pulled his tortured cock free. He loved the way she gave head, but he'd be damned if he'd let the night pass without fucking her. What was more, Joanne was well aware of the torment inside the man, and she was thrilled that she was the one who had built it. She realized there was a certain thrill in getting it on with a new, different man. Sure, there were times when she would go back to Elliot Black, but the real pleasure was in finding different cocks to caress with her lips and with her vagina.
Her hands now tore at Bugsy's large belt buckle, and she pulled his pants open with a wanton disregard as he removed his own shirt by popping buttons all over the cabin floor, literally tearing off his shirt. She scrambled to her feet, her rounded breasts jiggling as she helped the man out of all his clothing. The minute he was totally naked the two of them embraced and staggered, unable to keep their footing. The pair fell to the floor making a loud crash, with Bugsy on top of Joanne. There were old, old buffalo hides all over the floor to protect them, and they lay there for a moment, the breath erupting out of the two of them, each seeing stars and trying to catch another breath.
Joanne lay there, delighted at the feeling of his throbbing prick rubbing against the softness of her tender belly, and she made soft, mewling sounds as she began writhing and twisting, undulating under the weight of him, trying to either move herself up or him down, hoping to feel his penis rubbing between her thighs.
Bugsy was massaging her breasts with his two hands, feeling their fullness, noting the way her thighs were already splitting beneath him. She was not only opening her loins, but bending her knees back, cradling him in the V of her, splitting her hot, moist cunt wide open, anxious to feel him slam his throbbing cock into her wriggling molten depths and have him fuck her with all his might and main.
Now it was Bugsy's turn to do a little teasing. He wasn't normally a cold-blooded man, but he was smart enough to know when a woman was having fun at his expense. With a calculating cunning born of wild passion, he put the thick head of his throbbing penis against the soft lips of her delicate cunt and he rubbed it up and down, back and forth over her delicate slit as Joanne moaned and squirmed, her mouth hanging open with wanton desire.
"Fuck me!" she gasped out loud. "FUCK ME HARD, FUCK ME DEEP, BUT FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, FUCK ME!"
The word "fuck" burned into his simple mind, and the man sensed a dark lewdness tense his body as he continued running the head of his throbbing penis up and down her well-oiled slit as she sighed and squirmed, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth hanging open with wanton desire, saying "Fuck me! Fuck me!" A dark lewdness tensed his body as he continued rubbing his prick against her pussy, feeling her labia starting to gape wider and wider, feeling her body shiver with delight every time the organ touched her distended clitoral bud. "You have to fuck me!" she begged, her voice wild and high-pitched with excitement.
Her fingers reached forward, around his body, running down his spine, feeling each inch of his back as they explored lower and lower. Her hand moved past his waist and he closed his eyes and tried not to moan with delight. He dared not think what else this woman was capable of doing.
With a frenzied movement her hands, both of them now, she cupped the flat cheeks of his hairy buttocks and she did her best to yank him toward her, pulling him on top of her, aching to feel him shove his cock into her cunt.
"Fuck me, now!" she insisted. "Fuck me any way you want, but hurry up and fuck me!"
Her words drove Bugsy mad with desire. Her lovely face was distorted and wild with passion as her head thrashed back and forth, sending her short blonde hair whipping this way and that. Then, as he tensed, preparing to drive forward, he felt one finger find its way to the crack between his buttocks and burrow its way in until the fingertip touched his anus. With a yell and a bellow, anxious to avoid the probing finger, he drove his hips forward, ramming his penis into the hot squishiness of her softly juicy pussy. It sank all the way home into the deep mysterious depths of her being. His cock felt hot and hard with the delicious sensations of her wet pussy tightly contracting and pulsating . around his shaft as if determined to hold it a prisoner in the depths of her womanly abbey forever.
Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her very tightly against him so that her head fell back as he lifted her rib cage from the floor, he quaked as her jutting breasts pressed into the solidity of his chest. Now he began fucking her, moving slowly in the beginning, easing in and out of her swamp of desire as thrills continued blistering into her. Joanne responded wildly, gyrating her hips like a whore gone mad, anxious to fit more of his cock inside her, if it was at all possible. From having looked at it, she as certain there was another fraction of an inch that would yet fit into her.
Bugsy lost all control of himself and he began powering his prick into her with all his might, his dangling balls slapping against her exposed buttocks as he lifted them off the floor with each thrusting stroke only to slam her cheeks right back down again.
It had been a long, long time since he and Slim had found one of those ugly doxies Slim almost always managed to come up with, and it had been that long since Bugsy had enjoyed any kind of an orgasm or, for that matter, sex of any kind, and he felt his semen building more and more swiftly as, with undeniable delight he thrust into her with the power of a bulldozer gone totally out of control. He fucked with insane and wild abandon, his penis moving in and out of her cunt like the piston in a car engine pumping in and out of a valve. At the same time Joanne was being fucked toward her own ecstasy, wiggling her buttocks and thrusting her pelvis up to meet the downward attack of his savage pumping as her eyes closed and she let her mouth hang open in wondrous rapture.
"I ... UHHHHH ... CAN'T . . .OOO-HHHNNNHHH ... HOLLLLD IT..." Bugsy was gasping.
"OHHHHH N-O-O-O-O-O..." she cried out, turning and looking at Slim still sitting on the stool. The man was sitting forward, on the edge of the round seat, watching the two of them on the floor with glazed eyes.
" AAIIYYAAGGHH AARRGGHH!" Bugsy bellowed, splashing his sperm into her.
"NO! WAIT! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE!" she cried, redoubling her efforts, thrusting straight up with all her might, her vagina squeezing the hard, pumping, spurting penis intent on never releasing it.
Slim, seated quietly all this time, was staring at the scene, feeling an inner sense of mounting excitement building in him. Bugsy was fucking their boss almost brutally, lifting her off the floor and slamming her body down against the buffalo hides with thumping thuds. The blonde woman was covered with perspiration and wriggling under the man, her breasts alternately jiggling and being flattened each time he crashed down on her. Her face was wild and her hips were pumping obscenely. Slim grinned a tight, cruel grin. This was what he liked. Once a woman was in a state like this, there wasn't a damn thing she wouldn't do. All the times he had been with Bugsy, he realized he had been getting his rocks off first, and then the woman was willing to do anything for his buddy. Well this time the boss-lady, of her own volition, had chosen to let Bugsy go first, and this time he, Slim, was going to benefit from it. He forced himself to remain under control with a fine-honed edge of sexual fury building in him. After Bugsy had spent himself he would join in the action and they'd really have one hell of an orgy this time. It had never before occurred to him he would be doing something like this with his boss. Un-like Bugsy, there was nothing sensitive about Slim. All cunts, with the possible exception of his mother, were the same. He accepted that if he ever did marry, it wouldn't be a virgin. Hell, he didn't even want a virgin. He thought all women were fabulous: ugly, beautiful, or anywhere in-between. Whores were as good as society women as far as he was concerned.
He sat back on the stool, thinking his buddy ought to enjoy himself to the fullest. Their boss was a woman really worth fucking. Hell! She wasn't an uptight bitch, either. Every now and again one of the female guests at the ranch teased him into fucking her, but almost always she would be uptight about something or other. It was obvious his boss was one of those chicks who liked everything.
Bugsy was panting heavily, and his heart was pounding, racing swiftly as he felt his climax mounting until it seemed to fill his entire groin. He was shooting like a battleship cannon, and the hot mercury pouring through his urethra and blasting into the tight funnel of the woman beneath him almost seemed to be tearing his head off. Blast after blast scattered into the tight depths of the woman's up-thrusting cunt, and he wanted to make her climax, too, but realized his cock was already starting to soften. He continued thrusting, pouring his load of white-hot sperm into her as his toes tingled and the hair stood up on the back of his neck.
Still the semen pumped violently from his shrinking penis, filling her vagina and seeping out the sides, oiling her interior and making it so much easier for him to continually pump and push his penis in and out of her. He kept on pumping as long as possible, but his strength was quickly fading now, his muscles turning to taffy, his bones turning into cartilage, and finally, with a loud, satisfied moan, he collapsed on top of her.
Joanne was a long, long way from being satisfied. She fought underneath the man, gyrating, writhing, and squirming her hips in the hope of urging him on. But it was no use. He was totally limp. With another long moan he withdrew, pulling his penis, now limp like a dangling worm, out of her and rolling over on his back and lying totally spread-eagled on the floor.
Joanne moved above him now, an unrestrained, wild woman. Bugsy opened his eyes a mere slit to see her straddling him, kneeling, her hand pulling on his slippery, sperm-soaked penis, trying to stiffen it enough to push back into her vagina. Her full breasts were beating against her chest, heaving in a wild, excited way as she leaned over him and gasped, "Come on, Bugsy. You have to fuck me until I climax, too."
But it was no use. No matter what she did, he was temporarily out of ammunition, and with a feline cry of strangled rage she got to her feet and glared down at him. He looked up at her to see her straddling him, her slender, shapely thighs and ankles on either side of his supine torso, her hips thrust forward, her greasy vagina still leaking the remnants of his sperm. He stared at the pouting pussy as she reached between her thighs with both hands, using her fingers to pull the lips wide apart, her upper arms bunching around her outthrust breasts, pushing them together as she looked down at him. He stared as she spread the pink labia wide, and he was able to see beyond the dripping semen into her pink depths, seeing the way her vaginal interior pulsated and contracted with lascivious desire.
As he stared, she fell to her knees, pressing her buttocks into his hairy chest. She crouched lower and lower, moving her vagina closer to his face, her cunt lips widely spread and inviting, one fingertip madly caressing the budding extension of her clitoris. Her hot pussy was directly over his face now, her legs fully bent, split wide apart, and he reached up, seized her hips, digging his nails and his fingertips into her flesh while Joanne shut her eyes, sighing and moaning with pain and pleasure. Bugsy Glass did something he had never before done in his life, something he never dreamed he would do. Slowly he licked with his tongue, dredging into her vagina, wiggling it around.
Joanne screeched, going mad with desire. She began groaning and crooning a soft, tuneless tune as she thrust her hips forward and pumped her cunt into his face in a frenzied way, eager and anxious to fit more of his working tongue into the depths of her seething pussy.
Slim Kevel raised his eyebrows. Though he had lapped a pussy or two in his time, he had never seen Bugsy do it. Standing up, he realized he was still unnoticed by the other two. He went behind the bar and poured himself three stiff fingers of scotch, and tossed it all down. The boss-lady was one helluva swinger, and twice as good, no, ten times as good as anything he had encountered, previously. He crouched now, moving on his hands and knees, staring at the way his buddy was lapping her clitoris with the flat of his tongue, and he stared with wide-open eyes as Joanne threw back her head and shouted, "Yes, yes, do it! Make me climax! Yes!"
It was too much for Slim Kevel. He was no longer able to remain a spectator. He quickly undressed himself, neatly folding his imagine clothing and putting it all on the large bed. His own cock was nothing at which to sneer, perhaps a quarter of an inch shorter than Bugsy's, but at least a half inch broader.
Seizing Joanne under the armpits, he dragged her off his horizontal buddy and across the room to the one chair that was there aside from the stool, an overstuffed Morris chair her father had picked up at an auction many years earlier. He forced her to lie across the chair, face down, so that her bare buttocks stood up as her pelvis pressed against the right arm of the chair.
Bugsy, lying on the floor and panting with his exertions, looked up to see Slim nakedly standing over their .blonde-haired boss. Joanne's head was hanging over the other arm of the chair, actually hanging down, her short yellow hair not obscuring her beautiful face in the least. Her buttocks were closer to Slim's face, and the slightly pudgy man was staring at them and watching, as if in a licentious dream as she slowly separated her thighs as wide as possible, bending her knees a little.
like that of most natural blondes, Joanne's smooth skin was a creamy white, and the portly ranch hand saw her slender thighs and her rounded, adorable ass-cheeks nicely bared, the rounded flesh spread wide so that her tight, puckered anus was clearly visible. Her pink vagina, surrounded as it was by pubic hair, spread wide again, letting the man see the glistening pink walls as the internal flesh continued shuddering and twitching as it dilated and contracted with desire.
Bugsy stared too, wishing he was able to become part of the scene. He gazed at the way Slim stood behind her with his thick prick gripped solidly in his hammy fist. He was looking down at the woman's buttocks, staring at her begging pussy, wearing a wild grin of lust on his face.
A funny thing was happening to Bugsy. As he watched he realized he was becoming aroused all over again. Usually Slim went first with a woman and he took seconds, after which both of them would return to the ranch. But having gone first this time, even after having peaked, he was getting hot all over again. As he watched, Slim pressed the bulbous head of his throbbing penis against her vagina, spreading the vaginal lips wider, wider, wider, making them a perfect O. Joanne was voluntarily lifting her buttocks with a soft, sighing moan, wiggling them in a lascivious way, trying to urge him to plunge more of his penis into her. Her vagina was wide open now, the pink lips stretched very taut. Little by little Slim was pushing his penis into her, filling her with it.
Bugsy lifted himself up on one elbow and watched, his own throbbing cock first starting to swell all over again. His stomach burned with the drink he had half-swallowed before, and looking at the small table, seeing the drink still sitting there, he rolled over and grabbed it, then tossed the rest of it down. He looked back at the other couple, now wild with desire. Slim was positioned directly behind their boss, spreading his legs and bracing himself, and Bugsy literally crawled across the floor, stiff cock in hand, moving to one side to see things a little bit better.
It seemed as if Slim's bloated phallus was going to split the lovely blonde woman right in two as the pudgy man leaned forward. With a licentious plopping sound and a cry of utter delight from Joanne, the heavy cock finished sliding the rest of the way in, the towering instrument disappearing from view. Slim sank it into her slowly, moving it forward like some primitive battering ram, and just as slowly and just as lasciviously Joanne began pumping her hips, gyrating them. Her clitoris rubbed against the heavy material on the armchair, and this served to heighten her lust and excitement.
Bugsy still found this entire tableau impossible to believe. First, he had just fucked his boss, a woman hitherto considered unapproachable by everyone. He had fucked her while Slim had sat by and watched; which was unbelievable, since Slim almost always demanded going first. Slim had actually nodded and had given his approval of it all. Now Bugsy was watching his buddy fuck this same boss in a delightfully obscene way. Although he had never previously thought about this as being anything other than fun, there was definitely a lewdness about watching two other people fuck. It was so exciting, so licentious, so inwardly lascivious about actually fucking with his buddy watching him go first, that he felt equally aroused now knowing his buddy was taking his seconds for a change. The "seconds" happened to be their boss, so this made it doubly exciting.
He crawled closer, wanting to see every little detail of the blonde woman's humiliation. Humiliation? Hell, no! That was certainly the wrong word to describe what was happening. The woman would have been humiliated had she been forced into it or conned into it, but in reality this was as much her doing as it was theirs. It was depraved, it was wild, and it was thrilling, but no one was humiliating anyone. All kinds of differently wild primitive thoughts were racing through Bugsy Glass's mind as he continued crawling closer, moving underneath them so he was actually able to look up and see the way Slim's cock sank into Joanne's cunt. The great truncheon was pushing forward and burying itself to the hilt on each inward stroke in the woman's tight, wet pussy, and Bugsy watched her vaginal lips, tightly stretched around the throbbing shaft, and saw the labia convulsing as she used her crotch muscles to contract around the penis as her rounded ass-cheeks screwed up while she spread her thighs as wide as possible without actually falling off the arm of the chair. Slowly the chubby ranch hand pulled out his lubricated penis, then once again sank it right back in again. Bugsy saw the woman's vaginal lips roll out each time Slim withdrew, and it appeared her labia were clinging to the penis with all their strength. Then, as Slim slammed his mighty cock right back into her, Bugsy saw the inner lips suddenly become taut and roll in on themselves until they were completely covered by the sparse curls of her pubic hair.
Each time Slim slammed home, the slender white body of the blonde ranch boss would contract and her rounded breasts would lurch and wobble in a delightfully obscene way as she gasped out a little moan. Slim's swollen organ was like a huge piston of a great ship first getting under way; slow and ponderous at first, but gradually picking up both rhythm and speed.
His strong legs very widely spread, holding onto his boss's hips with his two hands, Slim Kevel was leaning forward, crouched over the lovely woman and really slamming it home to her, making her body jump and quiver as she cried out with wildly thrilled delight at the sensations within her.
She raised her head and used the back of her hand to wipe perspiration from her eyes, then turned, looked back and down on the floor, and beckoned to Bugsy. The more slender ranch hand got to his feet and walked around in front of her face as she motioned for him to do. As soon as he got there, she reached up, her arms seizing him around the waist, pulling him close to her. Again he felt her hot, wet mouth close over his throbbing cock as her hands slid down and her fingers sank themselves into the cheeks of his hairy ass. He found himself staring eyeball to eyeball with Slim, staring into the man's face as Slim fucked their boss from the rear and she sucked his cock.
Bugsy was wild now. A combination of too little sex over too great a period and the glut of sex he was now receiving made him crazier than ever, and more bold than he had been in his entire life. He bent his knees a little and gripped the adorable blonde's head firmly in his hands, then cocked his hips and crammed his throbbing cock as far as possible into her mouth, the head pushing into her throat. It felt hot, wet, and delightfully tantalizing. He looked down and saw her delicious nakedness coated with sheets of perspiration. The dually penetrated woman bucked and churned, rotating her hips and bobbing her head as the two men battered her body from either side of the chair.
Bugsy went wild, a man completely mad with desire. He laughed out loud, feeling a thrilled recklessness he had never felt before in his entire life. When he made it with all the whores Slim had introduced him to, he had somehow always been afraid to be too overbearing and strong. For some reason, even though paying for it, he felt he didn't have the right to abuse a woman. Now, for the first time, he was aware how much a woman wanted to be lovingly abused, and he proceeded to do so. Her lips were solidly locked around the hardened stiffness of his throbbing shaft of cock, and the harder he pumped his hips into her face, the harder she pulled with her lips, sucking and slurping so loudly, it almost drowned out the squish-squish of Slim's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Slim was pounding his prick into her with greater and greater power, and the more he fucked her, the j more she undulated and gyrated her white buttocks.
The two men had to use all their strength to hold her down as she continued to madly writhe and wriggle in an abandonedly sensuous way, up on h knees now on the right arm of the chair with her stiffened arms and hands gripping the other arm, supporting her body as Bugsy held her lovely face in place and she sucked on his throbbing cock as if she were intent on ripping it out of his groin. She sucked and chewed and bit and ate as if the flesh of his penis was her only sustenance. Bugsy was unable to believe what was happening, but he realized yet another climax was starting to build inside him as her body seemed to curl with tension.
Joanne also felt something as the huge organ swelled in her mouth and throat. It was the most wondrous of all feelings, because she was about to climax, only the climax was not going to originate in her vagina, this time. Much as she loved feeling the big cock fucking into her cunt, the orgasm building in her was mounting in her throat. Nerve-endings in her gullet were constantly being massaged by the head of his penis.
"UURRCCHHLLGGMMPPHHAAWWAA-GGHH!" she gagged, and her body fell into a deep, overpoweringly shivering state as it tensed, then sagged. She sucked even harder, pulling so strongly on his penis, the man was unable to resist the power of her lips.
"AAIIGGHHAARRGGHHUUNNGGHH!" Bugsy gasped, throwing his head back, his mouth hanging wide open as he fired what little sperm he had left down her throat.
Joanne's cheeks were ready to burst as she gulped down the hot semen. It filled her mouth, bloating her cheeks, flooding her gullet. She swallowed and began sucking more strongly, hoping to pull something out.
Her hot cheeks hollowed as she struggled to sip some drops of delicious sperm from his penis, but there didn't seem to be any left. This didn't stop Bugsy from enjoying the feeling of orgasming, and his hand grabbed the top of the chair as he pumped his cock into her mouth again and again, staring at the way Slim's lubricated penis continued pumping in and out of the vaginal tunnel beneath her widespread buttocks.
Bugsy sensed his entire body literally melting, this time, and he pumped forward again, trying to unleash some more seminal fluid, but his balls hadn't manufactured nearly enough to replace the original amount he had deposited in her cunt and then licked out, afterward. Unable to remain standing, he fell to the floor, his once-more wormy cock slipping from the tight depths of her mouth. For a brief instant rubbery strings of semen ran from his penis to her lips, and then she snapped them in, sucking it all up.
Joanne, refusing to let him get away so easily, followed him, the upper part of her body bending over the left arm of the chair, making a contented rattling sound in her throat as she let the two of them know she had experienced one climax, already. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips widely smiling, her body quivering in a series of fine, fast climaxes from her original oral orgasm while her buttocks and breasts shook vibrantly under the constant fucking of the wild cock nailing itself into her cunt as Slim was now kneeling on the chair cushion, following her across the chair, never once missing a stroke.
He was fucking solidly into her pussy even as her hung-over face was close to the floor, and her ripe breasts dangled beneath her, jumping and palpitating obscenely as the man was all over her, fucking her with solidly brutal thrusts, his face contorted and twisted as he rode her to another orgasm. This one, in her vagina, was no less fulfilling than the first one, and she screamed, "AAIIEEYYAAGGHHAARRGGHH!" and dug her fingers into the buffalo hide, beneath.
Slim, not far behind, also bellowed long and loud and unleashed great amounts of seminal fluid into her vaginal tunnel, pumping until he was empty and his sperm was running out of her while his cock shrank to near nothingness.
"MMMMM!" the woman murmured. "Boys, suppose we try it one more time, only I'll suck Slim and Bugsy, you do the fucking."
"I'll never make it again," Bugsy insisted.
"Sure you will," she told him, caressing his cock and sucking it.
That was when both of the hands realized it was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER FIVE
In all the time she had been running the Triple-T Dude Ranch, Joanne had never really been called on to play cupid. Sure, a lot of people met at her ranch and affairs began, some of which terminated in marriage, though most simply terminated. As a result, she was taken completely aback when Ron Friese, a recently arrived guest at the ranch asked to speak privately with her in her office and explained he wanted her to help him rape his own wife.
"Mr. Friese, this is something more than a little out of my line," she told him.
The short man, all of five-feet-six-and-a-half inches of him, was sitting in the chair across the desk from her own chair. He had shiny black hair that was combed straight back, and a face that was covered with freckles. His nose was straight and neither too long nor too short, but he had small eyes, small lips, and a small chin.
"Let me explain," he said, trying to see if the fuschia blouse she was wearing was a see-through with a matching colored brassiere underneath, or if the blouse was transparent on top and opaque further down. "My wife and I were married only three days ago. I love her desperately, and she loves me, but because of her parents she's always been afraid of sex."
"That's still none of my business," she insisted.
"The day of the wedding, right after the ceremony, my wife panicked. Now this was supposed to be where we would honeymoon. She grabbed our two tickets and came here without me. If you recall, I had to call ahead and make a second reservation."
"I remember something of the sort," Joanne nodded.
"Well, when I came here, my wife refused to look at me, to speak with me, or have anything to do with me. I even offered her an annulment, simply so she can have peace of mind. She didn't turn it down, but she didn't accept it. That must tell you something."
Joanne nodded, saying, "It tells me your wife loves you underneath her fears. All she needs is time."
"Hey, if I thought she'd come around in time, I wouldn't be bugging you, Miss Tolliver. Unfortunately that won't work."
"What makes you so certain?"
"Here," Friese said, handing her a letter.
At the top of the letter was the name Ralph T. Furness, Ph.d M.D. F.A.C.S. Doctor of Psychiatry.
The letter read as follows:
GAIL CORNELL HAS BEEN A PATIENT OF MINE FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS, AND IT HAS BEEN MY EXPERIENCE SHE IS A WOMAN WHO WILL CONTINUE PROCRASTINATING AND PUTTING THINGS OFF UNLESS ACTUALLY FORCED TO DO THEM. SHE HAS CONFIDED CERTAIN THINGS TO ME WHICH I MAY NOT MAKE PUBLIC, HOWEVER, I THINK IT SUFFICIENT TO STATE THAT WHEN SHE WANTS SOMETHING VERY MUCH, SHE WILL PSYCHOLOGICALLY RESIST IT ALL THE MORE, THINKING IT BAD SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE WANTS IT. REASONING AND LOGIC HAVE NO PLACE IN HER EXISTENCE. SHE IS A YOUNG WOMAN WHO MUST BE MADE TO DO THINGS, FORCED, SO TO SPEAK, UNTIL SHE EVENTUALLY ACCEPTS SUCH THINGS AS NOT BEING EVIL OR WRONG, BUT COMMONPLACE.
The letter was signed by Doctor Ralph T. Furness.
"Cornell," Frise said, "is my wife's maiden name."
"Mr. Friese, you've put me in a very difficult situation," Joanne said. "I'm not usually a mender of broken marriages..."
"But ours is a marriage that never got started," Friese insisted. "Look, I'm not asking you to help me seduce some strange woman. All I want is to be able to make love to my wife. I may not be the world's greatest expert in lovemaking, but I know she's basically a hot-blooded woman. All I have to do is get her started. Once that happens, she'll get going on her own. But if I simply walk into her room, she'll start screaming and putting up all kinds of a struggle. If you help me, I'll gladly pay double the going rate, and even if my wife says no, I'll pay it. I won't bother you again, afterward."
"That sounds fair enough," Joanne mused. "All right, Mr. Friese, I'll help you. I have an idea. It's simple enough, but if your wife is in as frazzled a state of mind as you say, I'll go along and help, and she'll never be the wiser that it's me."
"Thanks a lot, Miss Tolliver. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."
"I'll have an idea when you leave here, and you translate it into dollars."
"Hey, don't worry," Friese told her, standing up. "I gave my word, and I always keep it."
The short man left her office, and Joanne smiled to herself. She had never watched another couple making love. It might be an amusing sight to see. It would certainly be an interesting sight to see.
CHAPTER SIX
The evening was starlit, but Gail Friese didn't seem to care. Her exceptionally beautiful face, looking like something an artist had conjured out of his mind when trying to picture Helen of Troy or some other famous beauty, stared through the window of her dark room at the campfire in the distance, where all the other guests were sitting in a circle, enjoying a barbecue. Gail had jet-black hair that was long and streamed past her shoulders. Her nose was short, slightly uptilted, and looked like something a sculptor had chiseled. She had large, round eyes, rosy cheeks, and a pert pucker for lips. She was a classic beauty, and she knew it. It was her beauty that had made her so hesitant in life, always thinking she was able to do better, yet wondering about what she had already done. The rest of her body matched her face, with breasts neither too large nor too small, a slender waist, nicely rounded hips, and gorgeous limbs that tapered inward, nicely. When she stood with her knees together, there was almost an inch of space between her thighs.
At that moment she was wearing a blue bathrobe with nothing else underneath. Her mind was engrossed with a million different thoughts as she looked at the distant campfire, and as a result she didn't hear her door open and the two people walk in. However she did hear the door close, and turning around, she gasped, recognizing her husband.
"You!" she snapped. "What are you doing here?" She hugged her robe all the more tightly around her.
"I was forced to come," he told her.
"Get out before I call the manager and have you thrown out," she insisted. "You're only my husband in name, not in fact."
"I can't," he told her.
"Oh yes you can," she said, walking over to the phone.
"Oh no he can't," a female voice said, and for the first time Gail became aware of the female standing in the shadows behind her husband.
At first she thought the woman, whose hair was hidden beneath a large, broad-brimmed stetson, had her face hidden by the over-hanging shadow of the hat's brim. But as the woman came a little closer, she saw sequins shining and realized the woman was wearing a mask. It glittered in the distant firelight.
"Who are you?" Gail asked, terrified. "Get out of my room at once."
"Y'all might say ah'm the one who sees to it no man fools around with other women out hyar. But faint fair to keep a fella in line iff'n his own woman tries acuttin' him off. So I'm hyar to make sure yore husband gets what he deserves. You!"
"I'll scream," Gail insisted.
"Ain't never had a gal scream yet," Joanne said with her purposely put-on accent. "Y'all care to guess why?"
"I suppose it's because you made all these women do what they really wanted to do in the first place," Gail snapped, as if mocking her.
"Right. And honey, y'all aren't the least bit different. Ah'm gonna prove it to you."
"Who the blazes d'you think you are to try and decide what's right or wrong for me?" Gail asked.
"Maybe ah'm the good fairy," Joanne laughed. "In any case, we're agonna try and see iff'n you and yore husband can get along a little bit better."
Abruptlv she produced a shiny single action colt .45.
"What's that for?" Gail gasped.
"Yore husband didn't wanna come hyar without it. He objected that y'd throw him out, sayin' somethin' 'bout you not really lovin' him. Ah hadda prove otherwise."
"Just what are you trying to say?" Gail asked, feeling very frightened.
"Ever since y'came out hyar, y'been a mopin' around and pinin', and actin' real down in the dumps. At first ah figgered it was 'cause y'all been hurt by a man. So ah left y'alone, not wantin' to make things worse. But since yore husband came htar, ah roamed around and learned the truth. Lady, yore a married virgin. No wonder yore so unhappy."
"How can you find all these things out so quickly?" Gail wanted to know. "Who are you? Take off that mask."
"No way, honey. like the Lone Ranger, man good deed would come to an end if anyone saw mah face. Yore husband told me about the way y'all stall alia time. The time has come to put an end to this hyar nonsense. That's why ah'm hyar."
"Oh no you don't," Gail snapped.
"Oh yes ah will. What's more, yore agonna love every last li'l second of it."
"No!" the terrified Gail cried out, starting to sob and weep. "You can't do this."
"This says I can," Joanne told her, waving the gun. "Off with that robe in a hurry, honey."
"Off with the robe," the masked woman insisted, once more waving the gun, impatiently.
"Wh-what about you?" Gail asked.
"I'll be hyar the whole time," Joanne told her. "But only as a spectator. Mah joinin' in would serve no purpose at all. Y've gotta be broken of yore fear of yore husband, honey. So ah'm purely and simply gonna watch."
She motioned with the gun, and the shuddering brunette slowly opened her robe and let it slip off. Ronald Friese stood where he was, frozen at the sight of his bride's stunning body. Her flesh seemed to glow many different colors in the firelight that was so far away, her body looking orange, her nipples almost masked by the color of the firelight.
"Spread them there thighs, honey," Joanne insisted. "Ah want y'to let yore groom see whatcha have down thar."
"This is inhuman," Gail muttered as Joanne walked to a straightbacked chair in the corner near the window and sat, her gun glinting in the firelight coming in through the window.
Gail watched her, and following the motion of the gun, spread her thighs. Hell! If she had to show herself off to her husband she would do so defiantly. She knuckled her hips, her head held high, her breasts thrust out. Because the light was behind her, she appeared in silhouette. Glaring her defiance at her husband, she said, "All right, Ron. You've been wanting to see me naked. Well take a good look. It'll be the last one before I file for an annulment."
Her angry attitude merely heightened the arousal in her husband. Her eyes were daring him to look, and her lips separated, not really meaning to be sensuous, yet making her look all the more desirable. Her lips felt dry and she ran the tip of her pink tongue over them, making the man's erection bulge.
Gail was shaking, yet she refused to cringe before this strange masked woman who was so intent on having her way. If she was to be physically mauled, she would turn it to her advantage. She would seduce her own husband and then convince him to take the gun away from the masked woman. Once she had the gun, she would call the manager, and then get her marriage annulled.
Her vagina was dry, and she knew from all her sex education courses to arouse her husband she would have to moisten her labia and make them gleam. She wanted her virgin pussy to look irresistible to the man. It was vaguely possible she would get him so aroused, she might convince him to attack the other man before laying hands on her.
Ron had moved over to the window, and he was facing her with the distant campfire lights flickering over both of them. She reached down, slowly rubbing her slender fingers between her pussylips as the other woman watched from behind her. The pressure caused some of the lubricity to come seeping down and coat her labia, making them shimmer with unspoken promises of things to come. The soft, dark black fuzz on her pelvis seemed to shine excitingly as the dew from her interior came out and soaked it, making it glisten in the firelight.
Joanne realized she was beginning to warm up watching all this. She was in no way fooled by what Gail was doing, anticipating what the brunette had in mind. Were their positions reversed, she would have tried the same thing. Good! In the long run this would lead Gail down the path Joanne and Ron wanted her to take.
Gail's high, large, perfectly round breasts, tipped with the hard, nut-like nipples many another woman would have envied, were thrust out like twin mountains waiting to be climbed. Her white limbs, so smooth, so lithe, so willowy, seemingly curved inward as if reaching into her cunt. Her inner thighs were now glistening with the secretions already starting to run out of her hot cunt.
Ron gaped, his eyes bulging, his mouth hanging open. Lord! She was every bit as beautiful as he had known she would be. Even so, he was unable to believe what he saw. She looked like perfection, itself.
Joanne watched as Gail lightly stroked her vaginal lips in a way that let the blonde woman know that Gail had touched herself, before, probably in masturbation!
Gail felt ashamed of what she was doing, but forced her-shame to remain hidden. She believed this was the only possible way for her to save herself. Otherwise he'd be stuffing his sausage-thick penis into her tender little vagina. Not that she was unable to handle it. She had masturbated with dildoes, but the thought of a living, heated penis pushing its way into her body terrified her.
Gail's palms slid sensuously down the sides of her trembling body, running over her flaring silken hips, moving along her thighs and the flat of her stomach, into the indentation of her narrow waist, up along her outthrust breasts. She cupped the breasts, lifting them, squeezing them in a way that made her nipples stand out, reaching out as if to touch Ron. She rubbed her breasts, sensuously moving them up and down, then slowly lowered them so the palms of her hands traveled across the flat of her belly. Lightly stroking her stomach, she moved her fingertips lower, eeling them through her black fleece, her thumbs pressing against the bottom of her belly.
Ron remained frozen, a statue, totally paralyzed by the wonder of his wife. The thrilling torso at which he was staring had captured him completely, though not in a way Gail would have wanted. She had made him completely determined to fuck her until her delicate inner membranes were sore from the friction. His throbbing prick was ready to tear through his underwear.
Gail's fingers continued slowly moving through her jungle of black fleece toward her pink cunt lips. She used only one hand, and when her finger got to the top of her delectable crack, she used her thumb and forefinger to widen the slit of Tier tender pinkness, showing him her channel of soft pussy. Now her other hand slowly crawled down, the thumbs resting at the top of her pussy while the forefingers pressed against the bottom of each labius, letting her pull them even further apart. Slowly the wet lips opened, their beauty enhanced by the distant campfire light. They parted like the curtains on a stage, letting him know a drama was about to unfold. The shivering pink button of clit'oral capsule came into view, peering out from beneath a hidden membrane. The middle finger of her right hand took the place of her forefinger as she used the latter to press on her delicate man-in-the-boat. She rubbed the pulsating nub, causing even more heated liquid to come seeping out, running down the sides of her thighs.
This was it! As far as Gail was concerned, she-knew she had to convince her husband to do as she wished now, or she would finally be forced into actual fucking.
She continued stroking her shuddering clitoris, whispering, "Ron, darling. Take me! Hold me in your arms! I'm yours to do with as you please."
Ron was salivating with want for her. He had to have her. All he cared about was getting into her soft pussy.
"Don't think to try turnin' him agin me," Joanne drawled. "He's too far gone t'think of get-tin' violent, unless he has t'force y'all to screw. Be smart, keep on doin' what your doin', or he might go mad."
Ron never even heard Joanne's voice. His mind was concentrating on the loveliness of his wife's lithe form. He was starved with desire for her, unable to believe she was actually calling to him now, really wanting him after all this time. The red in her cheeks might have been caused by a blush of embarrassment, but as far as Ron Friese was concerned it was the fever of desire. Looking at her this way, fueled his desire for her even more.
Joanne watched as he moved closer to his wife. Gail's finger was no longer hotly pressing against her clitoral bead. The look of wantonness changed in her eyes as she understood her husband would not be happy until he had plunged his hot, hard cock into her vibrant sheath.
Gail was aware there was no way to stop Ron, now. Defeated, frightened, she turned and began walking toward the bed, her dimpled ass-cheeks winking at her husband as if urging him to follow her.
She lay down on the still-made bed, staring at the way her husband's body burned with a vivid flame as he felt an all-consuming desire for her. She parted her thighs with her knees upraised, revealing the wet pink flesh of her dripping pussy.
"Now!" Joanne said to Ron. "Go on, sink into her. She doesn't realize it, but she's worked herself up to a fever pitch, and while she's at the height of that fever, go ahead and fuck her."
Ron undid his belt with shaking fingers, kicking off his shoes, then letting his pants drop. He tore off his shirt and underwear, standing in socks he didn't want to take the time to remove. He was out of his head with desire for his wife, and when his undershorts fell to the ground, his solidly thick penis with its bright coral head and tan shaft stood straight out in front of him, aiming at the woman as if pointing the way to her cunt.
Gail stared at the phallus and had to admit her husband looked better than any dildo she had ever used. For the first time since her escape after the wedding she began to feel how foolish she had been in running away from him.
"Ron," Joanne whispered, standing behind him, her hand on his bare shoulder urging him forward, "shove it into her, fast and hard!"
"Yes," Ron repeated as if mesmerized, "fast and hard."
"Fast and hard," Gail echoed. "Hurry, hurry before I freeze and I'm afraid again, hurry!"
A whimpering cry tore itself from the depths of the man's being as he hurled himself onto the bed beside his wife. He pulled her lush body into his arms, pressing her fully swollen breasts with their nut-like nipples against his own chest. The warm, earthy, vibrant smell of her filled his nostrils, making them widely flare. His lips showered burning kisses on her lovely face, her throat, her breasts, and into the valley between them. His rubbing hands caressed the full globes of her buttocks.
Still masked, Joanne watched as Gail's panting increased. Fear began mingling with desire, and the desire became very evident in Gail's eyes. She was gasping heavily with lust now, breathing into her husband's ear, fanning the flames of tormented wanting even more. Then Gail's tongue licked out and teased her husband's earlobe.
Ron wriggled on the bed, squirming between his wife's thighs, and he lifted himself to his knees, reaching down with his left hand, grabbing his cock. Before he was able to do anything, Gail reached down, pushed his hand away, and grasped the penis, herself. Her fingers encircled the throbbing cock and squeezed it, tightly.
"Now!" Joanne urged.
Gail writhed under Ron, making herself as comfortable as possible, still feeling a little fear, but also feeling tremendous desire. Her thighs separated even more widely, her watering cunt lips waiting and pulsating, anticipating his attack.
Her hands were dancing up and down the length of his shuddering spine now, pressing on his shoulder blades, feeling the firmness of his back, squeezing his flat, hairy buttocks, moving over this new and alien form she had discovered. His vibrating penis eased its bulbous head carefully into the tenderly narrow, moss-lined slash of her lusting pussy.
The woman arched her young body for a moment, and Joanne took the opportunity to take one of the pillows from the head of the bed and slide it under the small of her back, raising her body. The way Gail lifted herself, she hoisted both, her own torso and that of her husband into the air. Joanne, feeling very daring, reached beneath their bodies and with the fingers of one hand parted her cunt lips even wider, while with her other hand she guided the thickly throbbing meat toward the juicy, watery inner flesh cradled between the pouting portals of her puffy labia. Slowly, very slowly Gail's body sank down onto the pillow, shuddering as she felt the solid prong throbbing so strongly between her creamy thighs.
Ron moved his own hands now, caressing his wife's creamy shoulders, pushing her further back on the bed, rubbing his own chest against the fullness of her breasts, enjoying the way her nipples massaged his own flesh., Gail's taut muscles rippled strongly underneath her white haunches. She moved like some kind of feminine robot created expressly for the purpose of being fucked. Her entire form wriggled and squirmed with sensual motion.
"You like it, don't you," Joanne whispered to Gail, kneeling on the dark side of the bed. "Admit it! You like it!"
"I ... I don't know," Gail insisted. "I'm still nervous, afraid ... I don't know..."
Ron's breath was coming out of his lungs in heavy pants, his mind ablast with lascivious wanting. He moved his hands lower, cupping the full moons of her buttocks in both hands, pulling her sweetly succulent cunt against his pulsing penis. He let the knob of his anxious penis slide up and down the wet length of her sticky slit, sensing the interior getting even hotter and stickier as Gail's passion began building more and more strongly. The young bride's hips began an automatic rotation without her realizing it, pressing the rubbery knob against her creaming cut. Then her thighs widened as her legs lashed out on either side of him, wrapping themselves around him, her calves pressing on his ass-cheeks.
"Yes!" Gail finally gasped out, at last. "Yes, fuck me, Ron! I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me! Then fuck me again!"
The man was pressing his pulsing penis against her sodden pussy with maddening haste, and Gail, in turn, was meeting his rush by raising her moss-covered vagina. Joanne used her hand to guide the heavy penis until its tip was sliding through the oil-soaked vagina. Even then, when only half the tip was inside, Joanne rotated the heated length around inside the flooding pussy, listening to their mixture of sighs and moans. Ron was anxious to feel the full length of his throbbing organ pressed into her soft interior, aching to feel the fullness of her hairy groin pressing against his own crotch. He was anxious to mingle his own wiry hair with the soft down covering her pussy. His magenta penile head throbbed with excruciating pleasure, and he knew he just had to bury it all the way in. She was his to fuck, and fuck her he would, right now.
Flexing his hips with a hard, solidly driving plunge, he rammed his large, rock-hardened penis all the way into her narrowly tight tunnel, filling her wetly gaping narrow cunt, cramming home with overpowering violence.
"Ohhhhhhh LorrrrrddddduuuuuhhhhhV Gail shrieked, not used to having such a thickly throbbing spear of living meat wedged into her pussy.
Joanne heard it right away, and instantly realized it was much a scream of delight as it was one of discomfort. Here was a woman who had seemingly been more stubborn about her virginity than she, and it turned out she had surrendered more easily than she.
Much as she would have loved to remain, Joanne wisely realized it was time for her to withdraw. She didn't want either of them to see her when they completed their orgasms. So she silently rose and walked out the door.
Ron Friese thrilled to the tightness of his new wife's tight pussy as it slid wetly and burningly around his embedded sword of phallic muscle. It was as if her vagina was a mouth with a very deep throat, minus a tongue, swallowing and gobbling the full length of his pulsating penis. It glided through her moistly tender tissues until the head pushed into the tight bottom of the depths of her feminine pocket. The pressure made his heavy testicles whack against her buttocks with a resounding slap that echoed through the room. Then, having speared the entire length of his solid penis all the way into her, he wasted no time in rhythmically fucking deeper, moving in and out of the writhing, squishy vagina. His body timed itself to instantly match hers as they each fucked against one another, pounding into each other's flesh. Gail felt the fear melting away as heated anxiety blasted through every part of her anxious body. Her movement urged her husband to fuck her all the more quickly.
Ahhhh . . .yes, yes, she loved it. It was better than any artificial olisbos she had ever used. It was sincerely wonderful. Her voice moaned into his ear, her teeth nibbling on his lobe as she thrilled to the wonderful way his penis moved inside her.
The two of them were lost in a mad frenzy of wild thrashing, fucking insanely all over the bed as they sought their individual climaxes. Gail was spinning her hips wildly as she churned her hotly slavering vagina around the solid ramrod buried inside. She thrilled to the throbbingly wonderful sensations in the depths of her womb, wondering why she had been afraid of something like this. Her tight vaginal tunnel dilated and contracted, rhythmically pressing against the steel solidity of the penis buried inside. The inner walls were like a million pulsing mouths sucking madly at the continually thrusting cock. The tenderly sticky lips of her down-covered vagina continued sucking strongly, slithering wetly along the length of his hot penis for several inches, nibbling one way, then the other. She continued to slam her sopping, matted hair against the bristling curls coming from his own mound as the full length of his rigidly ramming penis continued pushing its way into her.
Gail moaned softly beneath her husband, feeling the heavy tool in her starting to expand, and at the same time sensed her own thrilled senses mounting and building until, with overpowering sensation, she came, screeching, "AAIIYYEEAA-GGHH AARRGGHHUUNNGGHHOOGGHH!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she became a prisoner of total sensation, spreading her white haunches even wider as her husband began firing into her, bellowing, "YYAARRGGHHAANN-GGHHUURRGGHH!"
Outside the door, Joanne listened and smiled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sex had become a necessary part of Joanne's life. She needed men as much as her ranch needed horses. With the passing of weeks she began sampling each of her ranch hands in turn, making certain beforehand they were discreet enough not to discuss what they did with her. Those whom she enjoyed, like Elliot Black, occasionally got a second and third chance to enjoy her. Though she was always looking for a new man to please her, she was also intelligent enough to throw away a good man once she got one. On occasion, she entered into a liason with a guest, though she usually checked the guest out well in advance.
Once in awhile, as in the case of Harry Traveler, she didn't have an opportunity to do the selecting. Another such case was one that happened less than two weeks after the Friese couple left following a happy fortnight at the Triple T.
The Fitzpeter brothers, Franklin and Patrick were a pair of happy-go-lucky salesmen who traveled through the middle of the country visiting the many little appliance stores and dumping all kinds of second-class merchandise on them at low prices. Once a year they took a vacation from seducing the daughters of farmers and shopkeepers and went to some lodge or hotel with the idea of picking up some loose pussy. If they were each able to pick up a different female, fine. If not, since they were brothers, they shared and shared alike.
Franklin, who was really far from shy, was still the less extroverted of the two brothers. He had curly brown hair, a bland face that looked even worse when he put on glasses. like his brother, he was five-feet-ten-inches tall, but there the resemblance between the two of them ended. Franklin found lying considerably more difficult than Patrick did. He wasn't quite as good a salesman, though he was the better con artist when it came to talking a woman into bed. He was slender, and he always wore brown. Even at the dude ranch he wore brown slacks, brown shoes, a brown shirt, and even his glasses had brown frames.
Patrick, on the other hand, in spite of being the ore handsome of the two brothers, was also the nately more cruel of the pair. His hair was darker brown than his brother's, and it was straight, not curly. No lie was too big for him, no distortion too great. He automatically accepted the fact that all other people lied as much as he.
Though he never did see Joanne involved with any of her hands or the guests, he automatically assumed someone was making it with her, and he figured if someone else was able to do so, there was no reason why he ought not to get his share. In the first week that he and Franklin were at the dude ranch, their score with the single female guests was an absolute zero, and Patrick was determined that he would be better off making time with the boss than trying to force some guest to his way of thinking.
One evening he relayed his thinking to his brother.
"I don't know," Franklin told him. "It doesn't seem like such a smart idea to go after the lady. She doesn't look like the kind who'll put up with it."
"Come on," Patrick insisted. "She's gorgeous, and between the two of us we ought to give her a time like she's never had."
The two brothers signed up for the private riding lessons Joanne gave, insisting she teach the two of them, together. Since a lot less of her time would be taken by teaching the two brothers at once, Joanne willingly agreed. Franklin was willing to let Patrick choose the time and place, and Patrick suggested to Joanne that she show them all around the place. Joanne took them along the private paths at first, through the small desert and the tiny wooded area, and the hilly, rocky areas. She also led them by the lake, but boating was in full swing that day, and there was no way Patrick was going to get her inside the cabin that overlooked the lake.
Finally Joanne led them onto the farm property that her parents and farmhands worked. Her mother and father were in the fields, checking the crops, and Joanne even stopped and spoke with them for awhile. The two brothers overheard the parents tell Joanne they wouldn't be returning to the farmhouse until the late afternoon. Joanne rode on with the Fitzpeter Brothers, and when they came to the farmhouse, it was she who suggested they take a rest.
After using the powder room, Joanne offered the two brothers a small snack. They accepted, suggesting they would be able to add to the meal. Patrick produced two mushrooms and cut them up, raw, sprinkling them over the small salad Joanne put together for them. Patrick had gotten the mushrooms from Mexico, and these particular ones had been grown for the aphrodisiacal qualities they possessed.
They had their salads without dressing, and Joanne noticed the mushroom sprinkles had a mildly bitter taste to them. Not that they were unpleasant, but they were definitely different.
After the snack, they went into her parents' living room and relaxed. It was a small, cozy room, with two small sofas facing one another on either side of a fireplace.
Franklin was the one who took the initiative. He sat beside Joanne while Patrick sat on the other sofa, and he put an arm around her shoulder. The blonde woman was already beginning to perspire as she felt wanton prickles teasing through her shuddering body. When Franklin suddenly yanked her close to him and kissed her lips, Joanne felt a tremulous sensation build in her throat and discovered she was sucking receptively on the man's tongue. For some reason she was suddenly in the mood for sex, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to become involved with the Fitzpeter Brothers.
"Hey, like wow!" Franklin snapped. "Hey Patrick, this lady really knows how to kiss. Hey, maybe you ought to kiss my brother and show him how well you can do it," he suggested.
"Uh, maybe we ought to start back," she said, trying to become rational.
"Let's stick around awhile and have a little fun, first," Patrick insisted.
The handsomer brother pushed Franklin aside and seized the lovely blonde woman by the arms as he sat beside her. He got to his feet, making her stand, as well. Where Franklin had been insistent but gentle, Patrick was forceful. He tugged her violently against him and pressed his mouth painfully to hers.
"Dammit all to hell!" Joanne gasped, unable to understand what was coming over her.
"You're right, brother," Patrick acknowledged. "She does kiss quite well."
Joanne wanted to object to the way they were treating her, but for some reason found herself unable to speak. Her vision blurred for an instant, then re-focused. She looked at the slightly muscular Patrick in a way that had her eyes wandering gently over his flesh. It almost seemed as if she were able to touch his smooth, bronzed body with her eyes. She turned her eyes to Franklin, trying to understand why there was turmoil taking place inside her. Then Patrick was kissing her again, drawing her attention from his brother, and her hands pressed into his chest to discover he had removed his shirt.
As she touched Patrick's bare chest images of eroticism came to her mind. Another hand touching her neck made her turn her head and look at Franklin again. He was standing to the side, a little behind her, snaking his hands around to knead her quivering breasts through her blouse and brassiere.
"Let me get in on some kissing," Franklin insisted.
They turned her around to face Franklin and the latter enfolded her in his arms. His throbbing penis pressed against her body, making him insatiably aware of a desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand flickering candles in her tautly firm belly, was accentuated when Patrick gripped her buttocks from behind. He kneaded them in rhythm to the other man's handling of her as Franklin slipped his hands under her blouse and squeezed her lushly swollen breasts.
"Hey, you like having your tits squeezed," Franklin commented, seeing her close her eyes.
HAAAUUUNNNGGGHH!" she gasped, not knowing why she was so willingly giving in to what these men wanted.
A combination of the mushrooms, plus her own burning lusts made her delirious with excitement. Her feverish desire was flaring out from within her, and she was almost expecting to hear one of the brothers say, "Come on, let's strip down and have ourselves a ball."
Joanne was slowly toppled to the floor between the sofas, but everything felt as if she were moving in some kind of hazy slow motion. She lay there, and Franklin unbuttoned her blouse. Now he was running his fingertips over her white, sheet brassiere that matched her white, see-through blouse. Her nipples swelled with thrilling rapture as his hands squeezed her roundly ripened breasts, holding them like two succulent melons in her hands.
"Ohhhhh yesssss..."she hissed. "Do that!"
Behind her, she was aware of Patrick tugging down her skirt as cool air rushed over her white thighs when the buckskin was tugged down and off. The air raced over her sheet white panties and seemed to seep into her vaginal opening, beneath the crotch band.
"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed.
Patrick took off her boots, then said, "Come on, honey, you take off your own panties."
She wriggled her body against Franklin, then ran her hands down her own naked body to the waistband of her white bikini panties. With a slow, almost dopey smile, she hooked her thumbs in the narrow elastic waistband and rolled the filmy material down a little at a time, tugging them over her full-fleshed thighs and slenderly tapering legs until she was able to kick them off her ankles.
She glanced along the length of Franklin's body and noticed the man already had a stiff cock. The organ was pressing against his tight pants, pressing into the softness of her pubic mound. The lascivious tension seemed to increase, and everything to her seemed crystal clear. She felt utterly detached from all that was happening, but at the same time wildly sensuous. Arousal shot through her.
Feeling the excited jerks of both penises against her body through the pants of the two men, she automatically reached down with her two hands and began squeezing the twin cocks. The blonde woman was unable to believe how brazen she was as her fingers seemingly moved of their own accord to pull down the fly zippers of both men. Two long, thick rods of desire-stiffened flesh lurched automatically out, and her naked hands curled around the two of them. At the same time, Patrick, lying behind her, moved his hands to cup the fullness of her rounded breasts, his hands squeezing and pulling on the fullness of her flesh mounds while his brother began tugging her legs wide apart and cupping one hand over her nakedly moist vagina.
She worked the two hardening penises between the clasping fingers of both hands for several minutes until droplets of oily masculine lubrication oozed from the tiny slits in the center of their penile heads. Paradise had suddenly become a hard pecker in each hand.
Pushing her away for a few moments, the two males hurriedly undressed themselves. She lay there, languorously staring at their bodies which were slender enough. Then the two of them fell to the floor beside her again.
"Haaaooonnnhhh!" she moaned as their hands reached for her, pulling her greedily against their dually naked forms.
Joanne gasped in lewd delight, saying, "Touch me, touch me, touch me!" So their lust-inspired hands coursed over their bodies, then touched her lovely form, making certain she was touching them, in turn.
The voluptuous blonde lady lay on the earth between them, her arms loose at her sides, shuddering from the wicked sensations charging through her exposed body. As Patrick leaned over her, his thick, blood-engorged phallus rubbed warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing soft, wet frops of his licentious lubrication in his excitement.
Joanne got a firm, tight grip on the two penises and squeezed them, tightly. She swallowed hard as the anxious hands of the two brothers continued roaming with greater urgency over her rounded torso. Her hands moved more rapidly than ever now, jerking the two penile shafts rapidly back and forth.
Joanne was aware of a rising tide of implacable passion starting to quiver deep in her belly. The very defenselessness of her position and the impending ravishment of her slender form brought strange devils of desire out of her.
Merely thinking about what these two men intended doing to her caused hot wisps of inflamed want to pulse through her tingling vagina as rivulets of hot vaginal moisture came gushing rapidly down between her thighs. She was in heaven.
Patrick, who now lay on her left as she lay supine, began working his fingers into her vagina, slowly and expertly insinuating his fingers between her blood-swollen labia to widen and moisten her tight little passage, preparing it for the greater entry to come.
"HAAANNNHHH!" the young woman moaned, trembling at the licentious spasms his moving fingers caused to charge through her walls.
Franklin, on the other side of her, moved his head to one of her tiny, erect nipples and began nibbling and biting at it with a hungering urgency. Suddenly he grunted and shoved his brother aside, surprising the two of them with his newfound aggressiveness.
The younger brother placed his hands on Joanne's hips, then slithered down over her prostrate body. Now his face was directly in line with the mound of her hot cunt. He wanted to suck and lick her pussy, and Joanne, sensing what he intended, hurriedly obliged by parting her thighs as far as she was able while rotating her hips, invitingly.
With a quick movement of his thumbs he pulled the soft, hair-lined labia back to expose the wetly pink furrow of her inner vagina. The solid clitoris shimmered on top.
All the while her hand continued skinning the length of Patrick's cock. She shuddered as Franklin pressed his face into the warm moistness of her vaginal slash, stopped for a moment and removed his glasses, then slowly wormed his way into her pussy. The two of them vibrated, he with the desire to taste more, she with the urge to feel more. His tongue ran over her clitoris into the pulsating smoothness of her thumb-spread vaginal opening. Then the licking organ stabbed itself all the way through like an eel, sinking deep into her feminine sink hole.
"Thatta boy, Franklin," Patrick urged. "Just keep licking it, buddy."
She thrilled to the heated wetness of Franklin's tongue filling her loins with wonderful lewdness. The aphrodisiac was really taking its toll, making her feel more sensual than ever before, and as a result she was enjoying all this with heightened senses in spite of the fact that Franklin wasn't really the most artful of cuntlappers. She reveled in the perversely wanton feelings as the man drew back to use his lips nibblingly at her clitoris. Then he more forcefully plunged his tongue into the wetly streaming passageway of her vagina.
The wild thrill of wonderful slippery moistnes running into her body from between her parted thighs, added to the heavy gusts of breath showering her body from Patrick's mouth, filled Joanne's senses with constantly throbbing reminders that these men were really performing a depraved attack on her. Yet she was willingly allowing it.
She lay on her back, her eyes blissfully staring at nothing. Her one hand stroked Patrick's throbbing penis even more strongly, while Franklin's tongue continued to maddeningly lick into her throbbing vagina. A building thrill of almost animal-like sensuality charged electrically through her naked body. It was ecstatic! Delightful! Wonderful! In her drugged state Joanne wanted it to go on forever.
"Roll the lady over," Patrick insisted as he continued staring at the lascivious way his brother's tongue continued working through her flowering pussy.
There was a moment of no sound other than the man's lewd slurping, and then Franklin lifted his face and said, "Wait a minute, brother. Then you can fuck her."
"Hell, I want to go into the rear chute."
"What? With her? Patrick, you have to be crazy."
"She'll love it," Patrick insisted. "Man, don't forget, I ate some of those mushrooms, too. I'm just as hot as the two of you."
"Brother, you have to be nuts," the younger brother insisted, still reluctant to take his mouth from Joanne's puckering pussy. Finally he said, "Okay, I'll go in the front way, and you can have that nice, round ass of hers."
Joanne was so dazed by the natural drugs the mushrooms had put into her stomach and bloodstream, she took no note of what they were saying. She moaned disappointedly when Franklin pulled his mouth away from her steaming pussy, and the coolness of the room struck the wetness between her widely parted thighs, making her shudder. Damn! She had been so close to an apex.
Suddenly her mind was penetrated by what the two men intended doing to her, and she shivered, but this time not with ecstasy. It just wasn't true. She had been looking forward to being fucked by the both of them, even sucking them a little, but what they wanted just wasn't right. It was inhuman to have a thick penis ramming into her rectum at the same time another one wanted to work its way into her pussy. She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in a frightened reaction to the horrible thought. She tried keeping them clenched together, but wasn't able to as Franklin applied brute force to open them.
She was lying on her side now, feeling Patrick's hands pulling her ass-cheeks apart. She realized the tiny, vulnerable puckered ring of her anus was exposed to the man's eyes, and she flexed tightly at the gluteal sinews in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot from the cruel penetration she knew would be forthcoming. Her entire body stiffened with sudden terror as Patrick extended his forefinger and probed gently at her rubbery ring. Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger in as far as the first knuckle.
Because her anus was clenched, resisting, the punching in of the finger hurt.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she groaned as a sharply searing pain shot through her body. "No! No! Don't do this!"
The anxious Patrick Fitzpeter didn't stop with his finger only partially embedded. Without giving the woman the least bit of time to adjust to the strangely unnatural presence in her rectum r he shoved his finger steadily deeper until it was in to the second knuckle. Joanne shut her eyes in an attempt to ward off pain. His fingernail caught briefly in the soft flesh lining of her inner passage, sending a momentary bite of even harsher pain coursing through her. She groaned and slithered on her elbows on the carpeting, making another useless attempt to get away.
"Oh no! You can't do this!" she gasped. "YOU'RE UUUNNNHHH ... HURRRTTT-IIINNNG MEEEEEEE!" she choked out hoarsely, wishing Franklin would stop his brother.
But there was no movement from the other brother. She did feel his youthfully strong penis rubbing against her thigh in front as he stared at the way his brother was preparing to plunge into her. She was like a helpless maiden in the days of the Greeks, laid out on an altar, a sacrifice to the gods. Tears of shame and humiliation began coursing down her cheeks as she realized she was indeed going to be ass-fucked.
The two brothers were going to fuck her at the same time. She realized there had to be something in those mushrooms she had eaten in the salad, though it was obviously nothing harmful since the brothers had also eaten them. Tears of fright and wanton terror began filling her eyes, but the two men were so intensely involved in what they were doing, they ignored her pained protests.
Beaten, unable to fight back in the drugged state she was in, the sobbing blonde finally let her buttocks go limp to be used as Patrick wished. She mentally prepared herself for violent agony.
"She has one nice ass," Patrick told his brother, digging his finger cruelly into her virginal rectum. He moved the finger around, widening the tiny opening, stretching it until he was able to shove a second finger in alongside the first. The two digits were dually embedded in the tightness of her rectum, and scissored around inside her, causing her to spontaneously jerk her body forward.
Then the older brother yanked his fingers from her rear passageway, and Joanne heaved a sigh of relief, allowing her tormentor to force her thighs wider with his knees. She flushed deeply seeing the cruel smile on Franklin's face while the other brother was peering at her naked anus. Franklin pulled away from her and she jerked, lying flat on her belly now, feeling shudders when Patrick leaned his face down and actually spat into her rectal opening.
"Up on your knees," Patrick insisted, confident he had this woman under total control.
The trembling young dude ranch boss complied without a bit of hesitation. Moaning, she jerked her hips back up to a salaciously open kneeling position, the full white mounds of her buttocks swaying obscenely behind her. Her ass-cheeks were thrust high in the air, waving in apparent open invitation while her tightly clenched anus puckered with alternating sensations of fear and helplessness.
As Patrick knelt behind her, he placed his hot hands on her fearfully quivering buttocks and once more tugged them wide apart. The solid, blood-stiffened length of his solid penis slid searchingly up and down the heated nether crevice, teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size because of the obscene contact. Levering himself up on his knees, Patrick pressed forward slightly, directing his stone-stiff cock at the tightly clenched orifice of her anus.
"GGGAAANNNGGGHHH!" Joanne gasped from the initial driving pressure between her widely opened buttocks.
Lord! The penis was so huge. She hadn't had a chance to really look at it before, and it hadn't felt that large when she had gripped it with her hand, but now she was certain it was much too big for her to accept in her rectum. She wanted to get away, but Franklin had his bare belly now pressing into her lowered head, and though she tried pulling forward, he blocked her movement. Patrick's hands reached forward and dug into her shoulders, pressing them down and hard and flat against the floor. His muscularly rippling thighs reached even closer as the lascivious probing of his heatedly searching phallus at her puckered anus increased.
A deep, soul-shattering moan escaped from her contorted lips at the searing pain that shot wildly through her loins as her tightly resisting rectum gave way before the unyielding pressure of the driving cock.
" YAAANNNGGGHHH!" she gagged out as the throbbing blood-filled head popped itself inside.
It was too damn big! Damn him!
The cruelly unnatural intrusion brought overpowering waves of throbbing pain vibrating through her shuddering body, and she groaned in anguish as he thrust forward, filling her narrowly virginal rectum with his expanding hardness.
Time suddenly became meaningless. She didn't know if a moment was passing or an eternity. Her eyes tried focusing on little dust motes floating before her eyes in the hope of warding off any pain, distracting her attention from what was happening to her. But it was hopeless. She seemed to be caught in an infinity of overpoweringly cruel agony and her eyes widened as his pressuring penis increased the pain until she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against the roundness of her lustfully impaled buttocks. The giant battering ram of flesh was buried to the hilt in her aching rectum.
Franklin, the younger of the two brothers, was muttering silent obscenities to himself, until, finally unable to take it any longer, he said, "Okay, brother, now it's my turn. Turn her over and let me get to work."
Joanne groaned as the stone-solid prick pushed all the way into her painfully stretched rear tunnel. Patrick's hands moved beneath her heaving belly, and he clung tightly to her as he rolled over on the floor, onto his back, yanking her on top of him.
At once, Franklin eagerly fell onto her helplessly anxious body, positioning himself between her wide-stretched legs and shoving them even farther apart. He guided the swollenly bulbous tip directly into the clasping opening of her warmly moist pussy.
Her loud protest suddenly ended in a choked-off gurgle as the excited Franklin rammed forward with a single mighty thrust that buried his blood-swollen solidity far into her churning belly, joining his brother's masculine organ sunk to the hilt in her narrow anus. Lying there, thoroughly impaled by the two lust-driven men, Joanne felt their combined rock-stiff shafts throbbing sympathetically, side by side, so to speak only a slender bit of tissue separated them.
Now they began fucking her, thrusting in with solid lunges seemingly threatening to rip her loins apart. Falling into a mutual rhythm, they buffeted her helpless body between them as if she were Raggedy Ann, herself.
Almost at once the impossible happened.
Joanne, buried in a maze of self pity, suddenly realized she was no longer feeling pain. In fact, she wasn't even feeling discomfort. As she became certain the pain had disappeared, she became equally certain of mounting pleasure.
Moving her hips slightly, finding the motion didn't hurt her, the obscenely skewered blonde began undulating her buttocks slowly at first, then with greater force as the pleasure mounted and her confidence in herself increased. Lewd thrills continued coursing through her shuddering body as she moved backward to meet the overpowering thrust of Patrick's cock plunging into her rectum, then rotated upward to receive the entire length of Franklin's penis. Her hips and buttocks moved in slow, seductive circles between the sandwiching loins of the two men.
"AAANNNHHH!" she moaned as her nakedly voluptuous young body began writhing and twisting in uncontrolled abandon. "Fuck me you two sons of bitches!" she gasped. "Fuck harder! Harder! Don't stop fucking!" she gagged, groaning at the mental picture she had of the two brothers locking her between their bodies and dually pounding into her. "I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to ... oh ... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... AAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH ... EEYYAAGGHHAAWWAAUUGGHH!" she shrieked as she began orgasming, wildly writhing as she shouted out her release. It had hit her so suddenly, so quickly, so overpowering, and from two directions at once as she realized the nerve-endings in her rectum, being massaged by the penis in there was the reason why. She continued gyrating totally out of control on the two expanding penises moving inside her. She was going out of her mind with lascivious thrills as the whole world suddenly seemed more alive and exciting than ever before. She was unable to define the ecstasy she felt as the two men pumped their hotly throbbing shafts in and out of her contorting belly, making her realize there was yet another climax deep inside her, waiting anxious to come out.
Patrick Fitzpeter and his younger brother felt her two inner passages flowering open around their aching members, and gushes of wet, hot liquid flooded around their furiously pistoning penises.
"Fuck that ass of hers harder," Franklin gasped, himself on top and doing most of the work.
The two brothers thrust faster, harder, deeper, digging far into the depths of Joanne's rectum and cunt, feeling the ecstatically aroused young ranch boss jerking between them a multitude of times. The muscles of her frantically heaving pelvis worked overtime, sucking at the two penises inside her, wanting to make them shoot, intent on milking all four balls dry.
Joanne's gasping breath was coming in short, desperate pants as she felt them plunge deep inside her again and again.
"I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to ... EEEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGHHHH ... HHAANNGGHHUURRGGHHAANNGGHH!" Franklin bellowed, and began firing his sperm into the chalice of her taut pussy, blasting one jet after another into her squeezing vagina.
"Me, too, me too, me too," Patrick gasped, and then, "AAAIIIYYYAAARRRGGGHHAANN-GGHHUUNNGGHH!"
Searing rockets of semen shot from the tips of the two phalluses, blasting into her quiveringly heated belly. The orgasmic juices mingled deep down inside her in a heatedly wet pool of abandoned passion far greater than anything Joanne had ever experienced before.
The muscles of her drained and exhausted body finally gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell obscenely out to the sides on the floor now dappled with their co-mingled sperm. Sated beyond belief, the lovely and exhausted blonde lay on her back against the chest of Patrick Fitzpeter with the body of Franklin sprawled on top of her.
Her heart pounded as if it would burst before finally slowing down. Finally it was over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That evening, Joanne realized sex had become too important in her life. It had taken almost total possession of her that afternoon, and when the brothers had drugged her she had fallen easy prey to what they had wanted. It was nice to make love with a man who really cared, but in spite of the overpowering sensations she had felt because of being fucked by two men at once, the feeling of a man caring was missing. She had experienced such feelings with Joe Feld and Elliot Black, and she had witnessed something similar when Ron Friese had made love to his own wife.
There was only one solution, and much as she disliked the idea of limiting herself to one man, she knew there was no choice. She needed to find a man she would be able to love permanently. She was also rational and decided that she had to be careful just who it was she fell in love with.
The man of her dreams didn't come immediately, and for the next four months Joanne was exceedingly careful about the men she allowed to make love to her. To begin with, she stopped the hands from enjoying her, with the exception of Elliot Black, though she only permitted him liberties very, very occasionally. Most of her affairs were now with the clientele, until winter.
In fact, during the winter months, when things were slowed to a standstill, Joanne decided it was time for her to take a vacation, and instead of heading south, she went north. She had chosen a ski lodge for her vacation, and it was at the ski lodge that she met Eric Waltham. Eric was tall, blonde, nordic-looking, with the kind of body a woman was unable not to admire, and he took her out on the ski slopes and taught her how to schuss.
Not a shy woman, Joanne slept with Eric the first night they were together, and felt something overpowering with the man no single man had heretofore made her feel. What was more, Eric felt the same thing with her, and the two of them refused to separate, except for those rare moments during the day when a call to nature made it mandatory.
Eric was an economics assistant at a small college in the north, and from what she learned, he had a fairly promising future, though he would never begin to make the money she was making at the dude ranch. Without letting him know she was actually the daughter of the owners of the ranch, she brought him back with her and showed him the place she "managed." She convinced him to look the place over and see if he had any suggestions for improvements, and he did, almost immediately. Since she was in the middle of a land that enjoyed both, summer and winter temperatures, she ought to take advantage of both. He pointed out that she would be able to start a winter resort there as well as a dude ranch, and, in fact, would probably have to build a second ranch building to hold the skiers who would come down. After all, the hills weren't that far away, and snow buses would be able to take the passengers back and forth. Even better, if she were to apply for a loan and buy up the land between her dude ranch and the mountains-that is, if the owners were to do it-profits would probably quadruple in the long run.
Joanne finally let Eric return to his college, but she felt a deep ache, and after a month, went looking for him. When she finally found him, she told him the truth about her being the daughter of the owners. She also was not the least bit hesitant about proposing to him. Eric, dearly as he loved her, insisted he had to make his own way in the world, and said he had no intention of living off her money. However, he had some money saved, and he was willing to buy into the ski resort half of the Triple-T, provided it would be called the Triple-T and W.
Joanne agreed, and when Eric's final semester at the college finished, he came to Lansing, Colorado, bringing some male friends who were willing to invest in his idea. They would be in for very small partnerships.
Joanne was content, because the major partnership was the one she formed with Eric when she finally married him, some months later. She did have one final idea before settling down to strictly management, and that was to hire four separate female riding instructors to keep the private extra-paying male guests happy. It turned out to be her best idea, yet, especially since the ranch hands also got their share from the female instructresses.