BSS-613 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 
fianc, 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
