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