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This is a work of fiction of the entertainment of adults in locations
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permission of the copyright holder.

Copyright 1998 by EzRiter.


BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN 

Part Two (Conclusion)

I felt my cock twitch, the sign I was ready to cum. I jammed both
hands in Sue Ann's hair and began to fuck her face.  She deep throated
me once before I came a bucket in her mouth.  She grabbed my legs to
support me as I almost collapsed my orgasm was so strong. 

Mac's huge cock and steady rhythm had Sheila rigid now, quivering all
over, her legs locking down in one continual spasm.  I knew she was
getting ready to have the most mind blowing orgasm ever. She was
totally covered in her own sweat, as red as a lobster (or as they say
in Texas, as a new borne Hereford), and the strain was evident.

"I am back in the saddle again. Where a heifer is a cowboy's best
friend. Where you never are alone, with a heifer on your bone. Back in
the saddle again."

Even I joined in the chorus this time, as I began to remove Sue Ann's
blouse. 

"Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle
again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle
again."

'GOD, MAC... PLEASE....PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER.... I NEED IT HARDER...."

My little wife was begging him to slam her even more.  But, Mac
stopped, pulling back so only about two inches off cock plugged her
pussy.  She tried to get some action but her bondage kept her from
getting more cock and drove her even crazier. 

"PLEASE... PLEASE... LET ME CUM... I WILL DO ANYTHING..."

"Slut, I want you to belong to me."  

"YESSS!"

"I want to brand you."  

"YES... PLEASE... ANYTHING!"

"What do you want?"  

"I WANT TO BE YOUR HEIFER... YOUR SLUT... WEAR YOUR BRAND... LEAD ME
NAKED THROUGH THE STREETS OF FORT WORTH... SHOW THE WORLD YOU OWN
ME... CONTROL ME... BUT, PLEASSSSEEEEE FUCK MEEEEEEE!!!!"

'EEEEE YAHHHH HHHOOOO," he screamed as he began fucking her as fast as
he could, driving his whole monster in her cunt. You could see his
cock head push her belly out on the in strokes. If he had worn spurs,
he would digging them into her, riding hell for leather.

Sheila's scream started like a train whistle a long way off, getting
louder and louder as her skin got redder and redder and her back
slowly arched until only her heels and shoulders touched the table. 

"YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!"  

When Sheila passed out, Mac stopped, a big, shit-eating grin on his
face. There was sucking sound as he pulled his cock out of her. 

"Alright, cowboys.  Let's breed this heifer."  

A man dragging his wife ran to Mac's side.  He gave Mac his wife and
slammed himself in Sheila.  Mac pushed the wife to her knees, jammed
his cock in her mouth and in a moment, started filling her like a
grain truck filling a silo: a constant and heavy steam of matter. She
must have swallowed ten times. 

A line was forming to fuck my wife. It was a long, long line.

Immediately, everyone in the place was naked and fucking. There seemed
to be no rules except fuck as much as you wanted.  I did it with
eleven women before I collapsed in a corner. 

As I watched the others, I estimated eighty of the hundred women there
were branded.  I noticed many different brands, although almost half
of the branded women, such as Sue Ann and Mary Lou, wore Mac's Lazy M.
I also observed various other decorations such as nipple or pussy
rings, some tattoos, ankle chains, and the like. It was an interesting
group.

A couple of hours later, we were all out under the beautiful, clear
sky, eating barbeque and drinking beer. Those that wanted to be naked
were naked but some people had redressed. I was enjoying feeling the
cool, dry air on my naked body.   Mac came towards me. Sheila, naked
except for her boots, followed him, her leash in his hand. 

"Hay, Wil. Y'all watch my new heifer while I take a piss," Mac said
with a big grin. I took the leash.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I obviously enjoyed him fucking me. I agreed to belong to him,
to be his slut, to let him brand me."

"You were trying to orgasm. Those promises don't mean anything."

"Yes, they do," she said fiercely. "I am his slut! He is going to
brand me!  Oh, Wil, part of me will always belong to you. But, most of
me belongs to Mac as of tonight. You are going to have to be happy
with what little part of me Mac lets you have."  

She acted haughty and self righteous.

"You mean you are Mac's woman now? Just like that?" I snapped my
fingers.

"Yes."  She looked smug.

That really pissed me off!  With a mean, nasty expression on my face,
I pulled off her diamond engagement and wedding rings and jammed them
in my pocket. 

"Since these do not mean anything, I will take them back."

Her lower lip quivered and tears formed.

"Wil..."

"Consider yourself divorced, slut!"

Just then, Ralph motioned to me. As I walked towards him,  Sheila
followed since I was holding her leash.  

"Mac wants to see you in the barn," he said. He winked at me.  I
trudged to the barn, ignoring Mac's new slut who was making little
whiny noises as she followed me. 

Mac was over in the corner talking to a group of five women. When he
saw us, he had the woman stand up against the wall, side by side. Each
of the women was different but attractive. All were naked and had
shaved pussies.  

"Slut, get up there with them," he said to Sheila. 

She gave him a funny look and hesitated. He had a quirt in his hand
which he flicked against her thighs. She squealed and hurriedly
complied, rubbing her red leg where the quirt caught her. 

"Now, Wil," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder, "we are men
of the world and we are cowboys, so we understand livestock
management."

"I understand you are stealing my wife," I said.  

His face got very angry. His hand crushed my shoulder and I felt the
cold wind from his icy gray eyes.

"Wil," he said very softly and very menacingly, "here in Texas, we do
not accuse another cowboy of rustling... not unless we are ready to
defend our accusations with our lives.   More than one cowboy died
from accusing another cowboy of rustling. You did not mean to say I am
a rustler, did you?"

"No. You are not a rustler..." 

He slapped me on the back real friendly like.

"Good. Now, a cowboy needs to build a large herd if he is to be
successful. You have one very nice little heifer but you have only
one. To help a good ole boy like you, I am willing to trade you any
two of these other heifers for her.  Of course, it is your decision.
If you want to keep the one you have, you can.  But,  I recommend
making this trade, son.  I know ranchin' and I know livestock."

I looked at the six women standing there. Sheila had her mouth hanging
open, obvious disbelief on her face. I guessed she had expected me to
always be there in case she changed her mind and wanted to come back.
The other five was all trying to look hot.  They wanted to be
selected. 

"Obviously," Mac continued, "the more heifers you own, the more feed
you need.  These others work and earn their own feed. And, they work
sitting down, not laying down.  The heifer you have does not earn her
own feed.  And, if we reach a trade, a nice little pay increase is
yours from the company."

"Can I have a couple of hours to examine them?" I asked.

"Shit! Take all night." 

He slapped me on the back, grabbed Sheila's leash and walked away.
Sheila looked back at me with a sad, questioning expression.

One by one I started talking to the women, I mean, heifers.  I knew
all of them would be good fucks so I was interested in finding the
right chemistry. None of them had the body Sheila did but all of them
were nice indeed. I noticed all five were unbranded and knew they were
part of Mac's herd he was willing to trade.  I talked to each, taking
my time, playing with their tits and their pussies. By the time I was
finished, five beautiful women were dripping down their legs and
begging me to fuck them. 

I made my decision. I was going to take Ida, who was the least
attractive of the five but still very good looking.  She had a good
mind, a positive nature and a heart of gold.  And, I took Yvonne, a
dark haired, black eyed, exotic looking, half Chinese, half Greek
mixture that made my cock stiff every time she smiled.

Attaching them to each other by their leashes, I led them out of the
barn like some disjointed ten legged centipede.

Sheila was on all fours with Mac's cock buried in her ass.  Him
penetrating her virgin back hole must have been the screaming we heard
when we were in the barn. I had thought someone was ringing a cat's
neck.  We joined the crowd watching my boss stretch my wife's ass hole
to its limits.  She had that look of total sexual happiness and
surrender again. 

Then, he started to sing.

"I am back in the saddle again.  Fucking all the heifers' rear ends.
When I fuck them up their ass, their smile forever lasts. Back in the
saddle again."

"Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle
again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle
again."

He stopped, feeling Sheila's ass spasm on his cock as she climaxed at
least twice.  He turned her around, jammed his cock in her mouth and
filled her up.  When she gagged from her own shit and pushed him away,
he whipped that quirt across her breasts. Her mouth flew open and her
tongue came out.  When she had cleaned him to his satisfaction, he
wiped his cock in her hair. He left her sitting on her sore ass,
wiping his cum and specks of her shit from her lips. 

"Well, Wil, my boy, what did you decide?" he asked.

I could see Sheila behind him. She mouthed "please let me stay with
you",  begging me to keep her as Mac had indicated I could.  Remember,
it was only a few hours ago when she told me she belonged to Mac, not
me.  

How things do change!

"You are right, Mac. I need at least two heifers in my herd.  I will
take Ida and Yvonne and call it square."  

"Damn good choices, Wil.  I can see you are a good judge of livestock.
I like that in my business people.  People who can judge livestock can
usually make good money in business.  Let's go cinch the deal."

I separated Ida and Yvonne from the others, then tied their leashes to
a hitching post. As Mac tied Sheila to the same post she reached for
me. Mac flicked that quirt again, catching Sheila across her ass. She
squealed, rubbing her red ass. 

"You belong to me, slut! Keep your hands off other cowboys without my
permission!" 

His voice was cold and uncompromising. Sheila's tears began to roll.
As Sheila cried, I kissed Ida and Yvonne long and hard, playing with
their pussies as she watched. They both begged me to fuck them which
made Sheila cry even more. 

Revenge is sweet!

Mac and I went into the office he maintained off the barn. 

"You know Sheila really wants to stay with you," he said evenly, a
soft, gentle look in his eyes.

"Yes, I know. I would like to keep her... I really do love her, but,
the slut said she belonged to you. If I do keep her, it will be on my
terms." 

He laughed, a good, hearty deep laugh, but, he had a gleam in his eye. 

"Tell you what, boy, I like the hell out of you!  I want you to keep
her, but, you are right, you do need to teach her a lesson. I will
give you Ida so you can have two of them.  Another heifer competing
for your attention all the time should keep your little slut on her
toes."  He chuckled.

"I see you took back the wedding ring. Keep it! Brand her instead! I
took the liberty of having my foreman make a brand for you. I had a
feeling something like this might come up."

He handed me a long piece of iron, one end bent round to form a
handle, the other with my brand.  It was a "WW". 

"I wanted to give you running Ws but that is used.  You can call your
brand 'Twin Doubleyous'. My people will register it with the Livestock
Association in the morning."

I was stunned by his generosity and thanked him profusely.

"Now, let's go finish breaking that slut wife of yours."  

Sheila saw us coming, released her leash from the hitching post and
ran towards us.  Mac grabbed her arms, threw her over another hitching
post and wrapped her leash around her ankles, effectively tying her
over the hitching post with her ass up in the air.

"Gather round, cowboys!" Mac yelled. 

We quickly had a crowd. I had motioned for Ida and Yvonne to release
themselves and join me. I had one on each side, my arms around them.
They were pressed against me as hard as they could.

"Any of you slut heifers want to tell me why this one is going to get
whipped?"  

Mac looked around and several hands shot in the air.

"Darlene?" he said, pointing to a tall, beautiful woman who was
holding tightly to a short, ugly man.

"You tied her to a hitching post and she released herself without
permission."

"Right!" Mac turned to Sheila. 

"Understand, little slut?" he asked menacingly.  

Sobbing, she shook her head "yes".

"Wil? Please!" she sobbed, begging me to intervene on her behalf. Mac
looked at me and winked.

"You wanted to belong to Mac. To be his slut. Wear his brand. You got
your wish. I would never interfere with another man's ranching. It
just ain't done." 

"Ida, how many do you think she should get?" Mac asked.

Ida looked at me, then at Mac long and hard. 

"Just one, Mac. She didn't know the rule," she said very softly.

"You are a good woman, Ida, a fair woman," he replied. "I may have
been mistaken trading you to Wil. But, a deal is a deal.  One it is."  

Mac pulled back that quirt and laid it across Sheila ass and thighs.
She screamed as her whole backside burst into the colors of a western
sunset.  She was sobbing uncontrollably as he released her.

"Rub it and you get another," Mac told her. 

Her eyes got big and she fought to keep her hands away from her
burning ass.

The crowd broke up. Obviously, all the heifers had been required to
watch so they would remember that punishment when it was needed was
part of a heifer's life.  I saw Sheila ask Mac for permission to talk
to me. Her face was sad, eyes swollen and red from crying. But, her
voice was eager.  

"I do not want to belong to Mac. I want to belong to you, Wil. You are
my husband." 

"You came here tonight to fuck Mac, to give yourself to him. And, you
gave yourself to him much more than you ever gave yourself to me. You
got what you wanted. Now, I am going to get what I want: two wild,
wonderful, sexual, women to take care of me. Anyway.  I divorced you.
Remember?"  

"Keep me! Please!  I can be wild and wonderful.  I will be. From now
on. I promise, Wil!"

"No, Sheila. I am happy with Yvonne and Ida. But, we can see each
other at the company picnics."

I walked away. I could see her crying and talking to Mac. It was ten
minutes when Mac motioned to me. 

"Cowboy, let's cut a trade! This little slut heifer really wants to be
with you. She is very happy and willing to do this trade, aren't you?"  

Sheila, wiping tears away,  nodded her head eagerly as if she were
desperate for me to accept it. 

"Wil, you get Sheila and Ida. I get Sheila two nights a month and Ida
three nights. I keep Yvonne. When I take one of yours you can have
Yvonne or one of my other heifers."   

"Well, Mac. You know livestock better than I do, but, this heifer (I
pointed to Sheila) has been real difficult. She may not be trainable.
Any way, Yvonne loves to get down and suckle a cowboy's short leg.
This one..." 

As I pointed to Sheila, she dropped to her knees and began sucking on
my cock. Mac winked at me.

"True, she has been difficult," Mac said. "But, I think Sheila here
now understands the difference between a regular, Yankee-type slut and
a good ole' Texas slut heifer, who knows who her cowboy is and stays
within his fence line."

Mac threw his arm around me. 

"She-it! Let's grab a cold one and talk some more."  

My cock popped out of Sheila's mouth as we walked away, my erection
pointing us towards the beer.  I heard Sheila clomping after us, Ida
and Yvonne tagging along behind her.  Mac and I were popping some Lone
Star Beer when Sheila joined us. 

She looked up at me, whispering, "Please, Wil. Take me back."  

I pointed to the ground. She dropped but Yvonne was already on her
knees with my cock in her hand.  Sheila pushed her aside and started
sucking again.

"You know why we brand these heifers, Wil?" Mac asked.  

Sheila stopped moving. I knew she was listening intently.

"No. Why?"

"Nobody pays attention to those damn wedding rings the women like to
show off. Hell, some cowboys think a wedding ring is a "fuck me" sign.
But, a brand means any cowboy who tries to move in on your heifer is
rustling. In Texas, we hang rustlers.  So, if they grab your heifer
and see a registered brand, they think twice about breeding her."

"Interesting. Doesn't the branding hurt the heifer?"

"Shee-it!  It hurts like all bloody hell!  It's good for 'em!  Makes
them remember who their cowboy is!"

I could feel Sheila shivering at my feet.

"And," Mac continued, "if a branded heifer is caught with another
cowboy without her owner's permission... phew.  Shee-it! I hate to
tell you the punishment she gets! It makes me shiver just thinking
about it!"

It made Sheila shiver, too. And, Ida and Yvonne were still as church
mice, their eyes big and frightened.

We walked away again. By now, I wanted to cum real badly but I was not
finished breaking Sheila. She scurried after us again. This time, she
knelt and sucked me in without instruction. Mac mouthed "fuck her
face" as he handed me the quirt he always carried.

I put both hands on Sheila's head and started fucking her face,
jamming my cock against the back of her throat. When she gasped, her
eyes watering, she brought her hands up to control the motion. I
brought the quirt down hard on her back. She squealed around my cock
and dropped her hands to her side. I jammed again and again. Then, she
swallowed as I jammed. For the first time, she was deep throating me.

"Maybe this heifer is trainable after all," I said. 

I fired a huge load in Sheila's mouth, then pulled out to let some hit
her face and hair. I wiped it all over her face. She looked up at me
as if I were a god.

"Wear it!"

"I know to wear your cum on my face, Wil. See! I am trainable.  And,
Wil... I really want you to train me!  You, Wil! No one else!" 

She started to stand but I put my hand on her head. She wrapped her
arms around my leg,  leaning against me and staying at my feet. 

"Another beer?" Mac asked.

"No. Let's finish our cattle trade.  I will agree on one condition. I
want both my heifers branded."

"Wil, you understand once you brand a heifer you can not let her go
except under real queer circumstances."

"I know. I can handle two heifers."

"Cowboy, I never doubted that for a minute," he said with a smile.

"Stand up, Sheila," I ordered, helping her to her feet. 

"You understand what I just said. You will be a branded heifer and I
will have two of you."

She nodded but that lower lip quivered again. 

"I expect you to behave like a branded heifer and not some slutty
wife. The next time you tell me you belong to someone else will be the
last time. Understand?"

"Do you still love me as much as you ever did?" she asked, her face
sad, her red and swollen eyes burning into mine.

"More, Sheila. I love you more than I did. I want to spend the rest of
my life with you. But, you wanted a cowboy. I will be your cowboy and
you will be my branded heifer."

She put her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. 

"Okay. Brand me.  And, brand Ida, too.  I want my cowboy to be happy."

In the movies, branding is done by roping the cow, tying them up and
holding them in place. On the ranch, technology has made advancements
just as it has everywhere in life. A branding chute is used, which is
essentially a cage with four moveable walls and ports front and back.
The heifer is led in the cage, the walls moved to hold the heifer
totally still with the head out one end and butt available through the
other end.

Mac had a branding cage made for the human heifers he branded.  Sheila
had tears in her eyes when she crawled in it. The front of the cage
fit around her head holding in place. Her arms were pulled through the
front and secured. A box in the cage supported her torso and was flush
against the front of her thighs. The top and sides moved in to secure
her. The back shoved her legs tight against the box. Her ass hung out
invitingly. 

I wanted to fuck her rear end as it hung out there but I controlled
myself, playing with her pussy and ass just to tease her.

I was proudly showing off my new, registered brand when Mac took the
iron and placed it in the coals, getting it glowing hot. Sheila
started to struggle as a cowboy gagged her but her struggles were in
vain. I asked Mac to do the actual branding since I had never done it. 

The "WW" brand was put on her ass where a full bottomed bikini would
cover it but a French bottomed or thong bikini would show it. Sheila's
scream was loud and clear even with the gag. She passed out.  Ida was
branded next.  After the brand cooled and they had regained
consciousness, I took my two branded heifers home.

At first, Sheila resisted some at her new role as one of two heifers
in my herd, but she learned, with my help, to accept the fact she was
now owned by me.  I knew she had accepted the idea completely when she
took me aside to tell me Ida was feeling neglected and I needed to
spend a little more time with her. 

"Can I have my rings back?" Sheila asked one day. 

I saw Ida watching me intently. Cowboys need to treat their heifers
fairly. I ignored the question but went to the jewelry store and
bought what I needed.  Ida and Sheila had just finished the dishes
when I called them in. They both knelt at my feet. 

"Little heifers, I want both of you to have these diamond rings."  

I put Sheila's engagement ring back on her hand. Then, I put an
identical one on Ida's hand. Ida was ecstatic. I was surprised Sheila
did not object to Ida having one, but, she seemed truly glad to have
hers and to share with Ida.  

"Now, I want each of you to have a wedding ring."  

They both smiled and hugged me. 

"But, I want you to wear it on your pussy."

I led them to the bedroom. First one, then the other, I punctured
their vestibule and slipped a tiny ring through the hole. I hung a
wedding ring from the attachment ring. 

A year later,  my relationship with Mac was very close. We were
fucking and drinking buddies. I had several great promotions and my
career was flying. 

One day, I came home to find Sheila and Ida sixty-nining on the floor
of the living room.  That was not unusual. They had become good
friends and lovers. I undressed and got on the floor with them.

"What is new?" I asked, stroking my cock as they both rested after
their orgasms.  

Sheila jumped over, jamming my cock down her throat, her eyes happily
smiling up at me. Ida kissed and played with me as Sheila deep
throated contentedly. After I came in Sheila's mouth and she
swallowed, the two heifers gave each other a knowing look.

"What is the biggest possible surprise we could give you?" Ida asked.

I gestured I did not know.

"We both are pregnant!" They began to giggle and laugh like school
girls.  

I smiled at them, wondering if I was the father,  if Mac was or if we
had spilt them.  I would know in nine months.

As I stroked the Twin Doubleyous on Sheila's ass and felt Ida's gentle
caress of my balls, that melody ran through my head and these words
just popped out with it.

"I am back in the saddle again. Out where a man is a man. Why have
only one wife, when two heifers make a happy life.  Back in the saddle
again."

YAHHHHOOOOOOOOO!! RIDE 'EM, COWBOY!!


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