Rancho Lust
by Valerie Hart
(LLP-839)


CHAPTER ONE 

Perhaps the fastest growing city in the nation at the present time is 
Denver, Colorado. Just outside this fabulous city were various suburbs, and 
some of the suburbs were still rural farm areas. One such area was 
Lansing-not to be confused with Lansing, Michigan. Lansing has a lot of 
farms, and the farmers, especially the smaller ones, try to break the mold 
of simply living off the land, had enlarged their individual spheres of 
influence so that some had cattle ranches, some had horse ranches, and 

Herb Tolliver and his wife had a dude ranch. 

Herb was basically a farmer and would always be a farmer. His wife, Emma, 
was a farmer's wife and would remain one, very content to stay in that mold. 

Not so Joanne Tolliver, his daughter. Joanne had gone to college and had no 
desire to settle down and become some farmer's wife like her mother, and so 
had studied business. As a result, when she had returned to her father's 
farm, she had asked to be allowed to run the dude ranch. Her father gave her 
a trial period, saw she was extremely capable, and as a result, turned the 
entire operation over to his daughter. 

Now a cattle ranch raises cattle, and a horse ranch raises horses, but a 
dude ranch raises nothing. It caters to dudes, which is another word for 
people who are not raised on ranches and want to find out what it's like to 
live on one, for a little while. Denver, and all of Colorado for that 
matter, had once been a part of the wild, woolly west, and Joanne, out to 
prove she was able to handle the ranch, had all the hands doing triple duty, 
not only as bellboys and guides, but putting on shows. 

All guests were greeted at either the airport or the train station by an 
authentic stagecoach. Every coach returning to the dude ranch was properly 
attacked by Indians, and those guests wishing to kill off some Indians were 
given six shooters with a belt full of blank cartridges. The Indians were 
always warded off after eighty percent of them were shot, and one of the 
hands, riding inside the coach with the passengers, always had to climb up 
on top and grab the reins after the driver fell off while also shot. 

At night there were campfires and barbecues, and all kinds of songs, mostly 
country and western. During the day there were all kinds of shows, including 
calf-roping, wild-horse-breaking, and camping trips, which meant horseback 
riding. 

Joanne proved to have a level business head, and she had the dude ranch on a 
paying basis. In fact, the profits more than made up for the losses incurred 
by the farm the first year she took it over. 

Un-like most girls her age, twenty-three, Joanne was a virgin. It wasn't 
that she had some great fear of sex, nor was she looking for the one love of 
her life, saving herself for him. All through high school and college she 
simply had found no one in whom she was able to become physically 
interested. Once she took over the management of the dude ranch, she devoted 
so much of her time and energies to her work, she just didn't think about 
sex. 

More than one of the workers at the dude ranch fantasized about his boss, 
though. It wasn't a difficult thing to do. Joanne was a tiny girl, all of 
five-foot-one-inch in height, and her naturally blonde hair was short and 
wavy just below her ears. She wore rimless glasses in an unconscious attempt 
to make herself look more mature, glasses couldn't hide the fact that she 
was an apple-cheeked young lady with bright eyes and a winning smile, with a 
cute, short nose. From the neck down she was amply put together. Too meaty 
to be a model, but too slim to be considered plump, she had firm, 
orange-sized breasts, a twenty-five-inch waist, and nice, rounded hips on 
top of the firm thighs and legs that supported her. She always wore a 
see-through cotton blouse with a brassiere that matched the color of her 
blouse, creating an impression of opaqueness where none existed. Her skirts 
were always buckskin, and she wore cowboy boots, though she didn't bother 
with the spurs. Naturally, she wore a feminine version of a ten-gallon hat. 

While the ranch hands handled most of the guests, Joanne handled some of 
them, privately. That is, those who paid extra, got their riding lessons 
individually from the boss, herself. It was supposedly a mark of distinction 
to be taught by the boss herself, but the truth was, she wasn't really as 
good at teaching as some of her hands. The guests, however, weren't aware of 
this, and so many of them gladly paid extra for the private lessons. 

One such guest had arrived that particular Friday to spend a weekend at the 
Triple-T Dude Ranch. His name was Harry Traveler, and had the kind of looks 
one normally associated with a man of the west. He was lean, hard, with 
greying hair, of medium height, and like Joanne he wore glasses. Harry was a 
no-nonsense executive with a large nationwide insurance firm. When he 
worked, he worked hard, and when he played, he played hard. All his life he 
had wanted to enjoy a little of the "romantic life" he believed a cowboy 
led, and this particular weekend he was going to find out what it was like. 
He had traveled all over the country enjoying different kinds of vacations 
elsewhere, but none of them had come close to fulfilling his dream of being 
a cowboy. 

When he arrived and was greeted by the stagecoach, he was one of the 
passengers who was given a six gun with a cartridge belt and holster. He 
took his turn firing at the Indians, and was positive he accounted for at 
least eight of them with his first six shots. By the time the coach got to 
the ranch, it was two-o'clock in the afternoon, and as a result Harry was 
all set to begin a rip-roarin' life immediately. He had paid extra and had 
gotten the best room at the ranch, the best table in the chow room, and the 
right to private riding lessons from the boss, herself. 

By three-o'clock he was ready to go riding. He had bought a pair of tight 
fitting blue jeans, cowboy boots, a green flannel shirt, and a huge-brimmed 
ten-gallon Stetson. He moseyed on out to the corral and selected a sorrel 
mare from among the two dozen gentle riding horses the ranch had, and 
waited. 

Five minutes later, Joanne came out, wearing a red blouse with a matching 
brassiere, giving the impression the see-through wasn't being seen through. 
Her usual buckskin skirt ended just above the knee, not to make her look 
attractive but because it made straddling a horse that much easier. That, 
plus the slit up the side. 

Harry took one look at her, and his heart began pitter-pattering. Not that 
Harry was the kind of man to actually fall in love with a woman for any 
length of time, but he did become easily enamored when the woman was pretty 
enough, and there was no question Joanne was pretty enough. He was fortunate 
in that he was able to "master" almost all women who attracted him, but from 
the way Joanne spoke, pleasant enough, yet commandingly, he knew she was not 
an ordinary, run-of-the-mill female who flipped out over his natural 
masculine charm. 

"Well, Mr. Traveler," she said, shaking his hand. "It's mighty nice to have 
you with us. I'm only sorry it's just for the weekend. However, we'll do our 
best to make certain you have the time of your life." 

"I'm looking forward to it," Harry replied, watching the way she mounted her 
pinto gelding. He mounted his mare the same way, and listened as she 
instructed him, putting his weight on his feet in the stirrups rather than 
his rump, gripping the sides of the horse with his knees, and guiding the 
animal with the reins. Joanne led him down one of the many paths, the 
private one, and showed him how to adjust himself when the horse was 
posting, galloping, or simply walking. Since she didn't have to be back at 
the ranch until five-thirty, Joanne took Harry through a tiny desert, some 
wooded areas, and along some hilly spots where no one else traveled. 

It was quarter to four when Harry's mare threw it's left hind shoe. Joanne 
spotted the way the horse was limping immediately, and the two of them 
dismounted while she checked the horse's leg. Luckily nothing was sprained 
or broken. 

"Looks like we'll have to cut today's ride short," she told Harry. "But I'll 
make it up to you tomorrow. In the meantime, suppose we both ride back on my 
horse." 

Joanne mounted, then took her foot out of the stirrup to let Harry mount 
behind her. He sat on the rump of the horse with his left foot still in the 
stirrup, while she kept her right foot in the other stirrup and instructed 
him to hold onto her. He wrapped his hands protectively around her waist, 
and she tied the reins of his horse to her saddle horn, then started of at a 
slow canter. 

Holding onto the woman was already starting to arouse Harry. He held her 
waist all the more tightly, but the movement of the horse, up and down, up 
and down, was driving him wild, especially with his cock rubbing against the 
rear of the saddle. 

They were going through the wooded area again as his hands began sliding up, 
higher, higher, higher, every time his body rose and fell, and then his 
palms were cupping her full breasts. 

"Uh, Mr. Traveler," Joanne said., "Please watch your hands." 

"That's just what I'm doing honey," he replied. "Though it's kind of 
difficult to see them from behind you. Hell! You have one terrific body." 

"Please, Mr. Traveler, this is not part of what you're paying for." 

"I certainly hope not," Harry responded. "One thing I don't believe in doing 
is paying for my sex." 

"Please, I would very much appreciate your lowering your hands." 

"Crap on that," Harry snapped, and he pulled her firmly against him. The 
action made her pull on the reins, stopping the horse. 

Joanne lifted her right leg over her horse's head and slid from the saddle, 
and Harry slid from the rear of the horse and grabbed her as she hit the 
ground. 

"Mr. Traveler, I don't appreciate having my body taken for granted by any 
man, and most certainly I don't want to be manhandled by a paying guest." 

"Since I'm already paid in full, I can't be a non-paying guest," he laughed 
somewhat harshly. 

Joanne was looking up into his rugged face, trying to push him away from 
her. Harry, on the other hand, had his arms wrapped around her tiny, slender 
figure, and he was tugging her close, forcing her to look into his eyes. 

"You're a gorgeous cunt," he told her flatly. "But you're also a 
cock-teaser. I really don't appreciate that." 

"I DON'T ... UHHHH ... KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ... OHHHHH ... TALKING ABOUT," she 
gasped, struggling with him, trying to push him away. 

"I'm talking about you being such a pretty thing and expecting a man to keep 
his hands off you. Lady, I don't know what the hell goes on out here, but 
you must have a company of eunuchs working for you. Either that, or they're 
boffing you regularly and you've been keeping it quiet." 

"How dare you!" Joanne gasped. "No one puts his hands on me, no one. Just 
because you paid a few extra dollars doesn't give you the right to touch 
me... 

"Right!" he agreed. "I'd be touching you whether I paid the extra dollars or 
not. I don't know whether you know it or not, but where I come from I'm 
considered a fairly influential man. I came to your ranch because I received 
word of mouth that this was one terrific place. But if you persist in being 
so totally bitchy, then when I get back, I'll spread it around that this has 
turned into a rotten place, and you'll lose one helluva lot of tourist 
trade." 

"Mr. Traveler, I don't know what's come over you..." she said, no longer 
struggling, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fight, "but 
I'm not some common trollop to be used at the convenience of whomever 
decides he wants me." 

"Good!" Harry said smiling. "I don't believe in dipping my wick into just 
any vat of wax. I like fucking something really special, and obviously 
you're special, sweet bitch." 

Sweet Bitch! The words stuck in Joanne's mind as the man pulled her closer. 
Delirious tides of wanton desire sweeping over him. 

Joanne began wondering if she was unconsciously encouraging men to attack 
her. It had never occurred to her before, but for the first time she 
realized, she was twenty-three and she knew nothing of the relationship 
between men and women. 

Harry was totally enamored by the woman, otherwise his good sense would have 
stopped him. This was the first time in his life he had actually been so 
forward with a female, forcing himself on her. Now that he was so close, he 
was able to see her blouse was a see-through, and he was able to admire her 
firmly heaving breasts in the deep V of the scanty red brassiere she was 
wearing underneath. He was also able to see her smooth thighs pressing 
against the flared buckskin, and the slit in the side gave him a glimpse of 
her white thigh almost up to her waist. 

Joanne watched as Harry stared at her. Now that he had her, what was he 
going to do with her? His fingers had brutally tight grips on her upper 
arms, biting into her flesh. She wondered what was wrong with this man, 
acting as if he were possessed. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she finally asked. 

"Well," he said, looking around, seeing the ground was coated with soft pine 
needles, and that it was apparent they were going to be undisturbed. "At 
first I wasn't sure, but now I am. What a cock-teaser like you needs is a 
good, solid cock plowing into her cunt to teach her it isn't right to tease 
a guy." 

"But I haven't been trying to tease you," Joanne insisted. "This is the 
regular way I dress all the time." 

"Dress? Well, I suppose that has something to do with it, but it's more than 
the way you dress. It's the way you walk, the way you ride your horse, the 
way you speak. I'm going to give you a choice. Either you get those clothes 
off so I can properly fuck you, or I'll take 'em off you." 

"But ... please ... Mr. Traveler ... I have to be back at the ranch to 
oversee things ... I mean, I'm in charge of everything, and..." she suddenly 
closed her mouth, cowed by the look of frustrated rage on Harry's face. 

"Damn you, I told you to shuck those clothes, and I mean it," he snarled, 
taking off his glasses and putting them swiftly in his shirt pocket. 

When she failed to obey, standing there aghast, listening to the way the man 
was talking to her, her eyes pleading, he began unbuttoning her blouse. When 
she tried to stop him, he slapped her hands away, and when she tried clawing 
his eyes, he slapped her face, just once, but hard enough to make her 
understand he was going to get his way. He yanked the glasses from her face 
and shoved them into the pocket of her blouse. Then he finished unbuttoning 
it while she continued struggling with him, and then yanked it down over her 
shoulders, trapping her arms. 

"You need a lesson," Harry insisted, and grabbing her red brassiere in 
front, tore it open with a single, brutal yank. She opened her mouth in 
horror, but at this point was too paralyzed with horror to move. He spun her 
around and pulled her blouse off, then removed the remnants of her 
brassiere, as well. Her naked white breasts swayed out like two softballs 
with pink cherries at their tips. 

"Mr. Traveler, please, listen to me, please, don't do this," the blonde 
woman sobbed, trying to catch the attention of the lust-infuriated man. 

At this moment Harry Traveler's eyes and ears were shut off to everything. 
He seemed like a complete madman. Joanne, in pulling away from him, 
collapsed to the ground about fifteen feet away from the horses with him 
standing over her, a frightened heap of human flesh. There was no way out of 
this for her. What had started out as a routine ride had turned into a 
nightmare, and her face reddened as shame and humiliation coursed violently 
through her. The man's eyes were tightly locked on her high-set, jiggling 
breasts as she panted, lying on her back, staring up at him. 

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Harry asked. "I'm not trying to kill 
you. Jesus! I'm after a simple fuck. Whether you know it or not, fucking can 
be fun, lots of fun. If no one else has taught it to you, then it's up to 
old Harry. By the time you and I are through, you're gonna be grateful to 
me." 

Without waiting for her to reply, he flopped on the ground beside her, and 
still staring at the heaving mounds of her full breasts, unbuttoned the side 
of her skirt. It fell open the rest of the way when the last button was 
undone down to the slit. 

Joanne lay there, frightened beyond belief, knowing there really was nothing 
for her to say at the moment. Any words she might speak would be utterly 
wasted ... useless-totally futile. It was obvious, in her mind, anyway, she 
was dealing with a madman, and her best hope was to pray somehow he returned 
to sanity before harming her. She watched the way he stared at the fullness 
of her rounded thighs, then noticed the way his eyes flickered and danced 
over the bikini panties she wore, more for comfort than style. The cloth 
protected her pelvic hairs and the double crotch covered the slit below. 
That was just about all, though. 

Harry leaned over her, and suddenly reaching out with both hands. His 
fingers dug into the roundness of her slender shoulders, digging into the 
softness of her flesh. 

"Look, doll," he told her. "Let's cut out the crap. By now you know I mean 
business. I'm going to fuck you. I want that cunt of yours, and I want it 
right now. Don't bullshit me about it not being something I paid for. like I 
said, I don't pay for pussy. That twat of yours is mine for now, and I 
intend fucking it." 

His face was very close to hers, now, and he realized he had her totally 
cowed. He wondered if it was this easy with all the broads back home. More 
than once he had backed off because a woman had said no. True, he got more 
pussy than most guys, but it was never enough. There were so many cunts who 
were always passively resisting, and he had been content to let them get 
away because there were so many more who didn't turn him down. But now Harry 
was beginning to realize that those who didn't respond to tender caresses 
apparently wanted to be forced, like this cunt. Fine! If this was what she 
wanted, this was the way he'd give it to her. Hell! She'd learn how much fun 
fucking was. 

"All right, lady, take off those panties. The time has come for my cock to 
get acquainted with your cunt," Harry insisted, making his voice sound very 
ominous. 

The luscious blonde woman lay beside him in a near state of shock, terrified 
to respond, more terrified not to respond. When she didn't move, he turned 
her onto her side, lifted his hand, and began swatting her shapely buttocks. 
Her ass began jerking violently, twitching and vibrating, squirming as she 
tried to move away from the additional torture he was applying to her body. 
She did her best to twist away from his madness, rolling desperately one 
way, then another. Harry, imbued with a sense of power he had never really 
felt before, reached out and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her back to 
him. 

"Mr. Traveler, for the love of heaven, please listen to me," the woman 
pleaded in vain. 

"Gladly, I'm more than happy to listen," he sneered, then slapped her 
thighs, once each. The pain was becoming too much for Joanne. She had never 
bargained for this kind of maniacal treatment, feeling her skin glow and 
burn as if the man had touched her with some kind of flesh-eating acid. Her 
hands lashed out and she fought desperately, not caring what he might do or 
say once he returned. She was terrified he might kill her in his madness, 
kicking and scratching at him with all her strength. The two of them became 
a tangled mass of arms and legs, rolling along the carpet of pine needles, 
first one way, then another. Meanwhile, the horses stood placidly by, 
seemingly not knowing or caring what was taking place. 

When they finally stopped rolling, Joanne was on the bottom and felt the 
full weight of the panting man on top of her. Harry raised himself a little 
and straddled her cringing belly, the fingers of one hand locked on her 
shoulder. With his other hand he reached between them, gripped her panties, 
and brutally tore them away from her body. 

"My God!" she gasped. "Not like this, for the love of heaven, don't let me 
lose my virginity this way," she screamed, her voice frantically shouting. 
In her terror she finally became aware the man really did intend raping her, 
treating her like some common little eastern trollop with whom he might have 
dallied. 

His weight lifted from her body slightly, and more icy horror charged 
through her as she heard the sound of his zipper moving down. Tears began 
streaming heavily down her cheeks as she felt the man suddenly rise. 
Instantly, she became aware of him tugging off his clothing. He moved so 
quickly he seemed to do it all in a matter of seconds. He was standing 
completely naked above her, and she gasped, unable to believe the size of 
the thickly jutting length of cock. Lord! It speared out from between his 
thighs like some kind of massive tree trunk, and his testicles hung like a 
duffel bag, beneath. 

"Oh no!" she gasped, staring openly at the heavily veined, swollenly 
twitching shaft extending so ominously from beneath the man's lean belly. 
She didn't know if it resembled a tent pole or a flagpole, but it was 
certainly menacing in appearance. 

Terror had so infiltrated into her she was barely able to focus her eyes, 
but the throbbing organ looked to be twice the length and breadth of what 
she had once read a normal man's penis ought to be. The hard, bulbous tip 
flexed and spread as she stared, and she cringed inwardly, wondering how any 
woman in the world was capable of accepting such a monster into her body. 

"Mr. Traveler, you just can't do this," she pleaded desperately, her large, 
round eyes staring, open with terror. "In heaven's name, what have I done to 
you that you should want to hurt me like this? Please, let's talk like 
rational human beings..." she whimpered meekly, hoping against hope she 
might be able to find some way to dissuade him. But his eyes were bright and 
shining with brilliant lust, and she felt him grip her ankles and pull them 
aside just before he kneed his way between them, holding his thickly 
throbbing cock in readiness with his two hands. Then, all but knocking the 
wind out of the young blonde, he threw himself forward across her body and 
instantly began slamming the blunt-headed cock between her pillarly thighs, 
slamming it against her delicate vaginal slit without even bothering to aim. 
The hard crown of the penis hit her hard between her vaginal lips, then 
slipped down and smacked against her right buttock, making her jump as if he 
had tried jamming a red-hot poker into her body. 

"Talk?" he laughed. "Why should we talk when fucking is so much more 
enjoyable. Honey, I'm going to fuck you until you're so sore between your 
thighs you won't be able to hold a horse there for two more days. In those 
two days I intend fucking you again, and again, and again." He was panting 
heavily at the sensation of her voluptuously naked body beneath his, 
pressing against him as he lay on top of her. 

Wasting no more words, he solidly gripped her shoulders to maneuver her into 
a better position, then slid his hands down to grip her breasts for leverage 
as he slid himself up on her cushiony form. His heavier weight crushed her 
lithe young form, squashing her so hard, he pushed her through the pine 
needles until her bare back was touching the ground, itself. Finally he had 
himself in what he considered to be a proper position between her fearfully 
quivering thighs, and he pried them wider apart with his own thighs, tugging 
her solidly against him. Reaching down with one hand, he gripped his long, 
licentiously pulsating prick with his fingers and this time he slowly guided 
it forward, using the thick, rubbery head to part the sparse, blonde pelvic 
hairs covering the lovely ranch boss's cringing vagina. She whipped her head 
to the side, shutting her eyes tightly, gasping as she felt the wickedly 
searing contact against the startled membranes of her exposed vaginal 
opening. The woman held her breath for what felt like an eternity, lying 
totally motionless and in utter defeat beneath her uncontrollably aroused 
customer, at the moment too frightened to move or breathe. 

"AAAAHHHUUUNNNHHH!" she gasped as she felt the first wicked pressure of his 
stone-solid cock pushing against the tender inner moist lips of her 
squeezing vagina. 

"Shut up!" he snapped. 

"It hurts, damn you!" she sobbed. "I'm a virgin: 

"A virgin," he said, smiling. "Well, well, well, it's no wonder the 
population here in the west is smaller than in the east. Your men just don't 
know the right way to take care of a woman." 

At last-he found the opening. Taking a deep breath, he cocked his hips, then 
rammed forward cruelly, not sparing her hymen, or at least intent on not 
sparing her hymen. His first thrust carried him slightly more than an inch 
into her narrow passage, spreading the tiny elastic opening. He pushed again 
and forced the massively swollen cock another inch into the woman's totally 
pussy. 

"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHH!" she sobbed, feeling the agony. "NO MORE, NO MORE ... IT 
HUUURRRTTTS! YOU'RE KILLLIIINNNG MEEEEE ... AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH..." 

"What the hell do you know?" Harry snapped at her. "It's just a cock. I've 
fucked hundreds of cunts and I haven't killed one of them, yet. Now, get 
ready, because I feel your cherry, and honey, it's about to be fucked out of 
you." 

"No ... no ... no..." she pleaded vainly. 

"Yes ... yes ... yes..." he gasped. 

Pulling back just a little, he powered forward, tearing through a hymen that 
had resisted years of horseback riding. He sank the penis another four 
inches into the depths of her tightly resisting vagina, feeling some blood, 
along with the vaginal oils lubricating the way. 

"AAAYYYUUURRRGGGHHH!" she gagged a moment later as the mammoth penis 
mercilessly bored its way into her, pushing aside all membranous 
obstruction, brutally stretching the tiny hair-lined mouth of cunt until the 
lasciviously spread young woman felt as if her very cords were splitting 
apart because of the relentlessly inwardly driving force of his cock. 

"You're gonna love this," Harry insisted. 

"MR. TRAVELLLLLLLERRRRRRR ... AAARRRGGGHHH ... STOP ... STOP ... YOU'RE ... 
HHHHUUUUNNNNHHHH ... TEARRRRRINNNNNG ME APARRRRRT ... ANNNGGGHHH ... 
PLLEEAASSE..." 

The tortured young blonde was moaning in agony and terror, waiting for him 
to cause something even more horrible. It came a moment later as he gathered 
all his strength, lunging solidly forward into her depths, sinking the full, 
lust-stiffened length of hard penis all the way into the cringing depths of 
her trembling belly. 

Weeping in horrified torment, the ranch boss looked up desperately at the 
evilly grinning face of the otherwise handsome man, seeing he wasn't even 
paying attention to her cries of anguish. His mind was wandering, lost in 
the sadistic delight he felt at the penetration of her painfully dilated, 
formerly virginal cunt. Joanne had, on occasion dreamed of what her 
defloration might be like, and she had always pictured it happening with 
some man she liked a lot, who was tender, loving, gentle, and giving her 
lots of loving care. But this ... this was a nightmare. 

As she stared at the features of the man above her, she saw the grin on his 
face change. His features twisted into a contorted expression of sheer, 
total animal lust as he looked down at the spread-eagled blonde woman 
beneath him, the length of his rampantly thrusting penis disappearing behind 
the curly blonde hairs covering her pelvis. He hurled himself forward again, 
sprawling his weight on top of her, his chest smashing into her rounded 
breasts, splattering them against the white flesh of her chest as he flexed 
his firm hips, drew back a little, and rammed his cock into the depths of 
her tightly cringing belly. His long, thick penis slid in more easily now, 
charging into her creaming depths like an overpowering battering ram, 
separating the soft, delicate walls of her vaginal flesh, pushing them in 
tiny rippling swells of vainly resisting flesh before it. Harry groaned and 
grunted as his sperm-bloated testicles smacked solidly and resoundingly 
against the upturned cheeks of the beautiful woman's nakedly quivering 
ass-cheeks. 

Then, without mercy, he instantly began violently thrusting and fucking 
rhythmically, pounding into her with brutally powerful slams of his hips, 
not caring in the least about her pain, her tears, or her agony as she 
writhed and twisted in torment beneath his continually pounding cock. His 
hands reached down and dug under her buttocks, then slid down to the backs 
of her thighs, lifting them up and back until she was jackknifed double, her 
knees pressing over her shoulders, her vagina now presented all the more 
openly to his inward-thrusting cock. She gasped again and again in violent 
anguish as he slammed into her tremblingly contorted body with solidly long, 
and overpoweringly savage strokes, pushing the entire length of his cock in 
and out, in and out. His continually driving loins smacked solidly against 
the plane of her delightfully upturned buttocks, buffeting her body with 
such power, he had to move forward on his knees each time he thrust into 
her, and the two of them inched along the carpet of pine needles. 

This was too much for Joanne. The stunned young daughter of Herb and Emma 
Tolliver was unable to believe how totally and completely crammed full of 
cock her vagina was at this moment. She felt as if the stone-solid phallus 
driving into her had ripped her entire interior into unmendable tatters. 
There was not a single tiny ridge on the length of its intruding surface 
that she was unable to feel as the pulsating lance pressed solidly against 
the surroundingly sensitive walls of her tender vaginal wall. It was encased 
in the moistly heated scabbard of her pussy as surely as a sword cruelly 
planted in the belly of a victim. 

"Well now, Miss Tolliver," the man asked, cruelly tormenting her as he felt 
the delightful warmth of her interior continually receiving him again and 
again. For if her mind was in agony, he felt her body responding to him, 
responding better than most women he had ever known. In fact, if asked to 
name any one woman who was able to respond better, he would have been hard 
put to do so at that moment. 

Joanne was whimpering and pleading desperately with him as he began fucking 
ruthlessly faster into her tightness, enjoying the knowledge that though she 
had been the leader on the way out, when it came to riding bareback she was 
now the follower. 

Joanne let out low, piteous moans and wails the entire time, but these 
sounds brought no response from Harry's smiling lips, merely causing him to 
drive into her vagina with extra-hard thrusts as his loins twitched and 
pounded, driving his swollen penile head past her cervix into the deepest 
part of her womanly pocket. Joanne was certain her interior had been torn 
beyond repair. To lie beneath this strange man like some whore and be 
treated as if she deserved this wickedness, to be used as a receptacle for 
this man to vent his lust ... this was too much for her mind to grasp all at 
once. This was the most horrible and degrading sensation she was ever forced 
to endure. Her mind continued rambling this way and that, feverishly as if 
all her pent-up emotions were suddenly being let loose. She was being used, 
a chattel that was good to massage his penis with the walls of her vagina, 
and nothing more. True, the pain was slowly receding, but as far as she was 
concerned, this left her with a nothingness. There wasn't even some kind of 
agony her body might call on. All that was left was the horrible humiliation 
and degradation of this nightmarish violation being perpetrated on her by 
this man. She lay there, totally unresisting, knees over her head, feet 
pointed at the sky, passively accepting this stormy attack, hoping it would 
all shortly end. 

"How's this feel you sweet blonde bitch?" Harry loudly gasped, ramming 
harder and harder into the sucking depths of her sweet pussy. His powering 
thrusts bruised and spread the tender walls even wider as the thickly 
spearing head continued sinking inward. Then his hands dropped from her 
thighs and slid beneath the creamy white mounds of her firm young buttocks, 
cupping and squeezing them tightly as he dug his fingernails into her tender 
flesh to stress the fact that he wanted her to know what was happening to 
her and who was doing it to her, debasing her in a way she would never 
forget, while at the same time intent on bringing her such glory she would 
beg for more. 

"Huuunnnh!" she gasped. "God! No ... no ... no more..." she cried out, 
panting in shame, her entire being lost in the overpowering thrusts of his 
violent impalement. The hands gripping and squeezing her rounded buttocks 
were jerking them farther back, wider apart in order to gain better access 
to the depths beyond the wide-stretched opening of her tender vagina. Her 
agonized body was even more violently doubled over now, in a complete 
jackknife, the stress on the strained cords of muscles in her thighs making 
her want to beg one more time for mercy. 

The wetly glistening plane of her wide-open, naked pelvis was presented up 
in helpless sacrifice to the insurance executive to do with as he wished. He 
intensified the power of his lunging thrusts, driving in with lengthy, solid 
stabs that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes 
digging into the earth. He jammed the last blood-bloated inch of his 
throbbing phallic length into her with thundering lust until fresh moans 
fell from her soft lips, bouncing through the woods like cries of a wounded 
doe. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back to fix hypnotically on the 
trees above them. 

"Come on, come on," Harry gasped. "Admit it! You like what I'm doing and you 
know it." He was snarling at her, and when she refused to respond, he 
snapped, "Answer!" punctuating his word with a violently vicious thrust. 

"AAAUUUHHH.. .OOONNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... IT HUUUUURTS ... IT 
HUUUUURTS..." she managed to gasp out, and then the breath was once again 
driven from her body as he slammed into her. 

"The hell it hurts!" he snapped, sneering into her lovely face, increasing 
the tempo even more, speeding up his fucking until she was unable to reply 
or even scream because she had no breath left in her trembling body. It was 
too late for her to do or say anything, now. Too late for anything other 
than to somehow sate the raging desire in the man. "It hurts because you 
want it to hurt," Harry insisted. "If you make up your mind to enjoy it, 
it'll feel good. Now start shaking that hot ass of yours. Put some action 
into it! Now!" 

Joanne knew there was no way of getting the gray-haired man to listen to 
reason, even if she were somehow or other able to talk, and sobbing, she 
began a slow mechanical grinding motion of her rotating hips, pushing her 
loins up against his to escape the pressure of the fingernails digging so 
painfully into her ass-flesh. Small welts followed their path. Her 
humiliation and sense of hopeless debasement increased with each passing 
second that this terrible man so savagely continued using her. 

Moving violently, with longer, smoother strokes into her lovely body, 
burying his cock ever deeper into her heatedly steaming vaginal passage, he 
felt her long, tapered nails claw at him frenetically in an attempt to once 
more pull him off. Harry smiled viciously, then deliberately pulled back 
until his penis was almost all the way out, then slammed back into her until 
he heard the loud slap of his dangling gunny sack-balls thwack against her 
upturned ass-cheeks. Juicily wet smacking sounds resounded with each violent 
and brutal thrust he slammed into her tender body, the sounds blending in 
tempo with their hoarse and heavy breathing. 

Harry placed his hands on either side of her and hoisted herself so that he 
was able to see the look of hopeless defeat on the young woman's face. He 
had never enjoyed looking at a woman's face this way, before. The very 
hopelessness in her eyes made him feel even more rugged and masculine, like 
an all-powerful conqueror. The humiliating and total surrender of the 
delightfully soft-bodied woman who thought he was so evil pleased him, 
because he knew her attitude would shortly change. Now she was reduced to a 
mere helpless mass of raw, squealing womanhood. Somehow it made him feel 
more manly than ever before. 

"For the rest of the weekend you're going to be my own private little whore, 
aren't you," he insisted. 

" WhoreV she gasped, her voice faltering at the terrible thing this implied. 

"Yes, whore! Because if you don't fuck for me the rest of the time I'm here, 
I'll tell everyone else on the ranch, especially the working men, that 
you're available. How would you like that?" 

"You're insane." 

"Insane? Wait and see who's insane. Before we're finished, you're going to 
love fucking for me. You'll love it now, and you'll love it all the other 
times. I'm going to teach you about sex just like you're going to teach me 
about ranching, roping, and riding." 

"OHHHHH . , . NO O-O-O-O..." she wailed, suddenly realizing now that she had 
succumbed once to this terribly lurid degradation, she saw that this 
horrible man was actually expecting her to do it again, and perhaps again. 
The terrified ranch boss realized she was his virtual prisoner, and against 
her will she would have to succumb to his every wanton desire. This was 
nightmarishly incredible. 

Somehow, in some way, she had to figure a way out of this terrible business. 
She'd have to find a way to set the ranch hands on him. But even as she 
thought about it, she knew that was impossible. He'd tell them long before 
they walloped the hell out of him, and even if they managed to get him off 
the ranch, he would ruin her business, and to make matters worse, the hands 
would be expecting her to put out for them. What was even worse were the 
little tingles her body was beginning to feel making her realize he was 
telling her the truth and she was about to possibly enjoy this ordeal. 

Harry smiled, grinning triumphantly as he increased the pounding viciousness 
of his solid strokes until his hairy pelvis felt like the consistency of a 
fibrous cocoanut shell, paddling against the pinkly fluted edges of her 
tender vaginal opening as his unusually large cock continued dipping into 
the deeply hidden recesses of her writhing belly. The cords in her neck now 
stretched with the same tautness as the muscular cords in her thighs, 
standing out and tensed as she wriggled. 

"You have to learn that between a man and a woman the man is boss at all 
times," Harry told her. "Even if you do own the ranch, and even if I'm a 
paying guest. Now, dear lady, see how this feels." 

He slid his fingers across the smooth, tight skin of her buttocks, finding 
her tiny, elastic-rimmed anus, touching it as it nestled defenselessly 
between the rounded ass-cheeks. It felt so helplessly soft and tender, and 
he sensed the way it worked in a slow, flexing rhythm with the movement of 
her wetly clenching vaginal walls as she pushed defensively against his 
loins. His forefinger shoved itself in with a quick, hard motion, the tender 
rubbery opening yielding before she had a chance to automatically tighten 
her body. In the finger went, violently thrusting, deep. 

"OHHHHH ... DON'T ... DON'T ... IT'S INDECENT..." she gasped in total 
surprise, protesting the unexpected intrusion into her rectum, thinking it 
more cruel than the penile attack on her vagina. But he thrust harder, 
taking pleasure in listening to her object as she groaned with bitter 
humiliation. 

"UUUNNNHHH!" she gasped. "No more ... please don't do this," she shouted, 
her voice ringing in the empty forest, trying her best to twist away from 
the indecency of this outrage against her tiny cringing anus. But there was 
no respite. 

He worked his finger lasciviously around inside her heated depths, 
stretching the resisting softness wider and wider as he ground his penis 
into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight, reluctant flesh 
slowly giving way as it wormed into her heatedly clinging ass tunnel. 
Gradually, even to Joanne's own amazement, the deep guttural sounds coming 
from the depths of her lungs changed from whimpers of agony to greater moans 
of thrilling delight as the pain faded and her anus gradually enlarged, 
becoming accustomed to the strangely unnatural attack. 

A smile of total victory broke out on the insurance executive's face as he 
sensed Joanne slowly, hesitantly starting to respond to all that was 
happening to her. She rotated her buttocks, now screwing her anus back on 
the hand pressed flatly against it. She skewered her stretched rectum on his 
buried finger as he probed methodically around in her warm, rubbery rectal 
depths. Now she was hopelessly impaled between his solidly pulsating penis 
in her vagina, and his fingers shoving cruelly into the depths of her 
rectum. Whimpering, gasping, moaning beneath him, she began twisting and 
bucking her body because of the dual ravishment taking place inside her. 

He slid his other hand slowly up from the delicately smooth and rounded 
cheek of her whitely shining buttocks to where his throbbing cock was 
continually pistoning in and out of her tightly clasping vagina, feeling the 
moistly hair-lined lips clasping solidly around his rampaging phallic 
length. Their softness sucked on his cock, pulling and giving with each long 
and solid thrust into her tender body. 

Speeding up his vibrantly powerful lunges, slamming his cock heatedly and 
deeply into her, he realized he had finally conquered this woman, even if 
she was not yet ready to admit it. She was fantastic! He had no intention of 
letting up, now. He wanted to hear her plead and beg for his sperm, to be 
filled with it so that she would remember long after it was over what kind 
of power he, as an individual, wielded over her in particular. 

She was panting now, feeling strong sensations of lust slowly beginning to 
build in her aching body. Little by little the sensations mounted, and now 
she was thrusting her vagina at him willingly instead of being forced to do 
it. 

"Admit it!" he gasped. "You love it!" 

"Yes, yes, yes, I like it," she gasped. "I don't know what you've ... UHHHHH 
... DONE TO ME, BUT ... UUUNNNHHH ... I LIKE IT." 

"Then how about asking me to continue," he gasped. "I ... oooogh ... want to 
hear from you that ... uhhhhh ... you want it." 

Now he purposely slowed his movements, stroking with less power, teasingly 
sinking his penis only half its length into her. 

"Wh-what do you want me to say?" 

"Come on, come on, beg a little. Let me know how much you like it so I can 
shoot my load into you." 

"All right, all right," she gasped, realizing she was actually anxious to 
have him continue. "Yes, I want it, I want it. Do it!" she gasped, realizing 
this was what he wanted to hear, most of her pride completely gone as she 
lay nakedly pinned beneath the man's weight. The thought of continually 
begging him to do this was really unthinkable, but a little begging might 
get him to finish the job. Now that he had stimulated her this far, she felt 
she deserved to have him properly finish. She was beyond thinking about the 
right and wrong of it. All that mattered was that he do the job and do it 
right. 

"Beg a little harder," Harry insisted. 

"I don't know what more to say," she lied, still hesitating to submit to the 
ultimate degradation. She knew if she did, it would be a final surrender, 
letting him know he would indeed have his way with her back at the ranch. 
For the rest of the weekend there would be no escaping him. Her weakened 
pride, what little there was of it, was all she had left. By cruelty and 
trickery he had robbed her of her self-respect. She didn't want to give him 
the pleasure of hearing her beg. Yet, as she lay there, she knew that was 
precisely what she was going to do. Her pulses were pounding like trip 
hammers, her brain was lit up like a neon sign sending all kinds of searing 
electrical signals through her nerve-endings, building a new, strangely 
wanton excitement in her. At last, shutting her eyes so she would not have 
to see the sadistic glow in his eyes, she forced herself to cry out, "All 
right! All right! For heaven's sake, fuck me, Mr. Traveler. Shoot your sperm 
into me and make me climax. DO IT! DO IT, NOW!" 

"My name is Harry," he told her. 

"Yes, yes, Harry, fuck me!" she begged. 

Grunting his approval of her final obedience, the man once again began 
increasing the speed of his tempo, intensifying his lunges, grinding his 
thighs hard and deep between the tender loins of her aching body so that his 
penis drilled far into the tightly hidden recesses of what so recently had 
been a virginal belly, making her heave and leap hotly. Her breasts were 
quivering against the pressure of his strong, masculine chest, the long 
nipples cutting into his flesh like coat buttons. A raging fire of sheer 
animal desire flared madly in his ferociously lunging penis. 

Harry Traveler was now aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting 
fact that he had conquered this beautiful blonde woman, and she was grinding 
her buttocks against the ground in heated abandon, frantically kicking her 
lovely naked heels against his shoulders-for he had also removed her 
boots-as he dug his cock more and more savagely into her. Of all the hot 
young cunts he had fucked in his life, Harry had to admit this was 
definitely one of the best, and he would have her for an entire weekend. 
Man! She was really something. He would have to come back some time in the 
future so he'd be able to really crawl into this cunt for more than just a 
weekend. Well, for now he had her for only the weekend, and though he was 
tempted to force her to do a few more things, he knew he would be smart to 
stick with simple missionary fucking. There would come a time when he would 
be able to do more ... on future visits, but he was smart enough to know not 
to push things too far too fast. The very thought that he had so utterly 
conquered an unwilling woman and made her willing made the semen boil in his 
testicles as he thrust faster and harder, his cock surging all the way into 
her. 

The rangy executive felt his orgasm closing fast now, and he hoped she was 
feeling something, too, because he had no intention of stopping for anyone. 
The sperm was starting to bubble, and soon it would be coming out of him, 
shooting into her. He was going to blast it into her, not with love-since 
Harry Traveler didn't love anyone-but with physical desire. She was lucky, 
this one, being broken in by him instead of some dumb stud who would have 
already shot too fast, filling her with his sperm before she had an 
opportunity to peak. 

Sensation after sensation was mounting in the thrilled depths of Joanne's 
body. She had no idea what was happening inside her, but she did know she 
was about to reach out for something inwardly, and it was going to be 
something good. The sensations were rising faster and faster now. 

The youthful blonde woman, unable to control herself, sensed something was 
about to happen inside her own body as well as the body of the man fucking 
her. She knew he was going to empty his seed deep in what had been a 
reluctant womb but was now a wanting, aching womb. She had to admit, at last 
that she took a careful look at him, that he was a handsome man in spite of 
the cruel way he had mistreated her, initially. Granted, she would have 
preferred someone to whom she would be more emotionally in tune. She didn't 
love this man in any way. In fact, she felt nothing for him, emotionally. 
She was equally certain he felt no love for her, and what he was doing was 
strictly an animal thing. For the first time she realized how detached sex 
was from actual love. Though it was probably much better with love, it still 
felt good even with a man like this. She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed 
the way he was rutting above her like a wild beast. She had always pictured 
lovemaking as beautiful, wonderful, a tender fusing of wanton bodies. 
However this primitive onslaught had proven to her that sex for its own sake 
was fairly effective, too. In the future, should she require physical 
satisfaction, she didn't appreciate the idea of being selected like 
something in a store window. From now on she would do the selecting. 

Levering himself higher above the lovely blonde Joanne, Harry speeded up his 
thrusts until the pace was incredible. He had kneaded the wantonly writhing 
flesh beneath him without being conscious of her whimpering pain and 
humiliation. Now he wasn't really that conscious of the fact that she was 
enjoying what he was doing. He wanted to fuck simply for the sake of 
fucking. His was the kind of cock destined to make all women forget about 
nonsense like love. Harry would never have to worry about age creeping up on 
him. As long as he was able to raise an erection, even at the age of a 
hundred-and-one, he would be able to please all women, young or old. He 
liked living this way, not having to depend on any one cunt, always enjoying 
a variety. No woman was going to deny him from now on. He'd had to come all 
the way to Lansing, Colorado to discover what a potent weapon his cock was 
over all women. 

Joanne grunted and gasped, moving her body more and more quickly until she 
was no longer able to control herself. She was going to peak, and peak in a 
hurry. Although she had never apexed before, she knew full well what was 
happening to her, and she strained and struggled and squirmed and shuddered 
as her body climbed the rainbow. 

"EEYYAAIIGGHHAANNGGHH ... HHUUNNNHHAAARRGGHHUUNNGGHH!" she shrieked for the 
entire empty forest to hear. Her voice bounced from tree to tree, but aside 
from herself, Harry, and the horses, no one heard her. 

Then the expected explosion from Harry's body came. The woman cringed under 
him as the first hot rushes of needle-thin sperm burst into her feminine 
depths, splashing all over. More and more sticky fluid filled her, making 
her bounce wildly as a second climax overtook her. 

"OHHHHH SHIT!" Harry finally gasped, and crawled off her after emptying the 
last drop of his fluid into the vessel that was her body. They lay there for 
a long time, after that. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Harry Traveler proved to be a glutton. For the rest of the weekend he was 
after Joanne, and she, in order to maintain calm at the ranch, gave herself 
to him every time. There was nothing imagine or ornate about their next four 
couplings. They met in Harry's room at his request, say rather his demand, 
and sometimes Harry banged away until he came once, and sometimes until he 
came twice. In any case, the weekend finally ended and Harry traveled. 
Joanne wondered if he would ever return. She hoped not. 

Sex was a big thing with Harry. He would travel throughout the world, using 
his penis on many other women, never once looking back, never once 
returning. 

Joanne had discovered she liked sex. It was odd, but true. In spite of the 
fact that it had initially been forced on her, she enjoyed it immensely, and 
from now on would enjoy it even more because the men would be of her own 
selection. 

Joanne discovered how lucky she was not to have conceived. Never having had 
anything to do with men before, she didn't use any form of protection. 
Fortunately for her, her period came two days after Harry left, and from 
then on she was a steady user of the Pill. 

Two weeks after the incident with Harry Traveler, Joanne realized she wanted 
another man. She wanted to be fucked. She also decided the man ought to be a 
discreet member of her staff, The entire group of guests were already paired 
off, and many of the male guests, especially the unmarried ones, were making 
time with the unmarried female guests. 

Joanne's foreman, Elliot Black, was the direct antithesis of what a foreman 
ought to be. To begin with, he was intellectual. He read all the great 
philosophers, was a genius at writing, and a whiz at mathematics. He helped 
her keep the books, even correcting errors made by her accountant. Elliot 
was tall, slender, not exactly a handsome man, but far from ugly. He looked 
like a scholar, talked like a scholar, and acted like one as well. Yet he 
was able to swing a rope with the best of them, and he knew how to keep the 
men in line. 

Elliot didn't exactly have his complete pick of women, but Joanne knew, 
under that slender exterior burned the yearning needs of a man. As a result, 
late Sunday evening, when the other cowboys were sitting around a 
campfire-barbecue with all the other guests, Elliot was doing a little 
bookkeeping, and Joanne decided it was time to reward herself, as well as 
her long-nosed foreman. 

She walked into the small office they had behind the counter in the sitting 
room of the ranch house and waited until he had finished with the books. 

"Oh, Miss Joanne," he said, looking up, "I didn't hear you come in. Well, 
the books are ready for your inspection any time you want, at least for the 
next month." 

"Thank you, Elliot," she said, fingering the collar of her blue see-through 
blouse. "Tell me, what were you planning to do, now?" 

"Ma'am?" 

"Come on, Elliot. You and I go back to high school together. Don't ma'am me. 
I'm still Joanne when we're in private, and you're Elliot." 

"Thanks, it means a lot to be thought of as a person." 

"Oh, I think a lot more of you than you'd ever believe, Elliot. Is the hay 
wagon from yesterday's hayride still loaded up?" 

"Sure." 

"Why not hitch a team to it, and you and I can take a little quiet ride." 
Elliot Black was no fool. He immediately understood what the woman was 
saying, and was more than happy to comply with what she desired. He hurried 
outside, hitched up a team of bay horses to the hay wagon, and while the 
guests continued listening to comforting campfire songs on the other side of 
the ranch, he and Joanne rode the hay wagon along the same trail she had 
taken with Harry Traveler. 

Once they reached the woods, Elliot stopped. By then, Joanne had flopped 
back into the hay, rolling to the rear of the wagon, and when Elliot got 
down to tie the horses to a tree, he heard rustling in the back. After tying 
up the horse, he walked to the rear, and there she was, stark naked. 

Joanne shook out her hair as she fell back into the straw and hay, thrusting 
her breasts out. Elliot jumped up into the wagon and reached out, caressing 
her breasts. They were hot and swollen to his touch, and felt so good. They 
lanky man still found it difficult to believe that his boss was interested 
in him. He was smart enough to realize this didn't rate him any additional 
privileges as far as work was concerned, but who the hell cared about that! 
All that mattered was she wanted him, physically. 

This was the first time he had ever seen her naked flesh, though he had to 
admit he had dreamed about it often enough. His pants began stretching, and 
in the warm moonlight, Joanne was clearly able to see his erection pushing 
his pants out. His hands wandered all over the lovely blonde woman's body, 
and Joanne felt herself becoming more and more heatedly aroused. 

Lying there, reveling in what the man was doing to her, Joanne shut her eyes 
and wriggled deeper into the hay, luxuriating in the way he was touching 
her. He had soft, gentle hands in spite of the fact that he worked with them 
a lot. Each caress of his fingers was a wisp of gentle breezes brushing her 
taut pink nipples. 

His hands stopped touching her for a few moments, and she heard him moving 
around. When she finally opened her eyes she saw he was as naked as she. 

"What I like about you Elliot is the fact that you're so understanding," 
Joanne said to him. "I didn't haye to start throwing heavy handed hints at 
you. I'm surprised some girl hasn't grabbed you up just yet." 

"I can't explain it either," Elliot said, shrugging and smiling. 

He moved closer to her and lay down beside her, his hands shaking with lust, 
and Joanne sensed the tremors moving wildly through his body. She had never 
seen Elliot sensually aroused before, and she had to admit she enjoyed his 
arousal. Before she was able to move or do or say a thing, the lovely blonde 
ranch boss felt her foreman solidly crush her lithe form to his, and he was 
kissing her with hot, fervid, very ungentle kisses. Joanne felt as if her 
mouth had been captured and skewered by the lance of his thrusting tongue. 
It was a great, quivering saber, and an even greater, more vibrantly alive 
sword was slapping against her belly as the hairs on his chest and pelvis 
scrubbed her entire body. 

A gasp came bursting from Elliot Black as the woman became more aware than 
ever of his naked stiffness pressing into the softness of her lovely body. 
Joanne was aware of the immense thickness of Elliot's penis, and it was 
every bit as thick and as long as that of Harry Traveler. Apparently thick 
penises were bred in the west as much as in the east. She hadn't really had 
an opportunity to look at it when he had initially undressed, but feeling it 
now, there was no question as to its immensity. The man was constructed like 
one of the many bulls he wrestled for the amusement of the guests. The way 
the throbbing organ pulsated against her body made Joanne think it was 
twitching and throbbing as if screaming in agony, the like of which she, 
herself had never been aware. His testicles hung in the heavy leather 
scrotum sac like two leaden handballs and the woman realized her foreman was 
in dire heat. Since she was responsible for it, she would be more than happy 
to be the instrument for his alleviation. Besides, she, herself was aflame 
with heat, too. It had come to a point where they needed one another, and 
needed one another badly. She first realized that since Harry Traveler had 
left, basically because of her period she had been unable to do anything, 
and as a result her body was aflame with lust. She needed satisfaction, and 
she needed it in a hurry. Two weeks was too damn long to go without some 
kind of relief. Damn it all, she wanted to be fucked. Harry Traveler had 
done one hell of a job on her. She needed some kind of physical pleasure, 
and she needed it, now. 

Elliot kissed her long and hard, pushing her deeper and deeper into the hay. 
Her feet sprawled themselves wide apart as she expectantly awaited his 
climbing on top of her to insert himself into her. One long, silken thigh 
trailed on the wooden floor while the other one rested on the golden hay. 
The yellow tuft of sparse hair gleamed at the apex of her thighs, outlining 
her heated pink vagina. 

Joanne was panting and panting heavily. She found it impossible to believe 
she had become so wanton in such a short period of time. She ought to be 
afraid of all this, just as she had been afraid when Harry had raped her, 
but she realized there just wasn't any reason to be afraid. All the aches 
and agonies in her body had built to such a high point she required relief, 
and she was certain a penis was the only thing to bring her that relief. 

Joanne looked at the face of her foreman in the moonlight as he knelt on the 
floor of the wagon, his face now on a perfect level with the creaming gash 
between her lovely thighs. He was gazing into the open pink cut between her 
loins, admiring the nakedly pink labia as they glistened in the silvery 
light, seeing the way her inner flesh was lustfully swollen, pulsing as if 
beckoning him closer. It was a temple of lust, encouraging him, and Elliot 
Black threw himself on the parted curtains, his gentle fingers catching the 
woman's whitely smooth hips as his hungering mouth clamped tightly against 
her wetly dripping fount. 

"Elliot!" she gasped, taken completely by surprise by what the man was 
doing. "In the name of heaven, are you insane'! Dammit, stop thatl It's 
positively indecent!" 

Hot, searing, burning breath deliciously wafted over her labia, and soft but 
strong kissing lips pressed against the private domain of her sex temple. 
The man was actually kissing her between her thighs, planting his hot mouth 
on the slash that was her womanhood. No ... no ... this wasn't what she 
wanted. She knew this was something she should stop. All she wanted, plainly 
and simply, was to feel him bury his penis into the swollen depths of her 
vagina. Then she quivered and trembled as she felt what appeared to be a 
slimy and wet penis slickly stabbing into her heatedly quivering embrasure. 

"HAAAANNNNHHHH! OH MY LORD! N-O-O-O-O-O!" she gasped. "HHUUNNHH ... 
D-O-O-O-O-O-N'T..." 

The woman felt her foreman's tongue slice deeply into her drippingly sodden 
depths, sending flaming, coursing jagged bolts of thrilling desire to the 
very core of her shudderingly internal being. The feeling was something she 
had never known before, and now the young, golden-haired woman felt 
deliciously blistering blasts of overpoweringly wanton lust charging through 
her vaginal citadel. 

Joanne was at an age where she didn't ask foolish questions, especially with 
a man like Elliot Black. She realized Sam didn't want to take a chance on 
making her pregnant, but he wanted to make her feel good. Hell! He was 
succeeding, all right. He was making her feel fantastic. What she was unable 
to understand was, just what did Elliot get from performing this perverse 
act? Her body began shaking with the wildest sensations as he tongued her 
vagina much the same way he would soul-kiss her sweet mouth. Blasts of 
thrilling passion coursed through her hungry and anguished body, and 
helpless tears of sensation came pouring down her lovely cheeks. Electricity 
seemed to crackle through her form repeatedly, making her quiver and leap. 

Elliot continually tasted the all-too-real drippings of her feminine juices 
as they coursed over her teeming flesh-delicious cuntflesh so open and 
inviting. Though Elliot didn't want to admit this to Joanne, this was the 
first time he had really looked at a woman's naked pussy. Oh, he had gone 
into Denver a few times and had been picked up by streetwalkers whom he had 
paid for a pleasant-enough evening, but there had been nothing emotional 
about it, and he hadn't really Jeered with them, looking at their bodies for 
any particular length of time. It was one of these women who had suggested 
he might want to go down on her, and he had rebuffed the idea. Now it had 
come back to him, and out here, in the moonlight, on a warm night, in a hay 
wagon, it sounded like one terrific idea. His tongue plunged as far into the 
gully as possible, dredging out all the fluids, and he was in wanton ecstasy 
as he continued drinking. 

Joanne propped herself up on her elbows and as a result was able to stare 
down the length of Elliot's body, between his thighs. His hard and heavy 
penis was bobbing and twitching in time to the way his hungering mouth 
appeared to suck the leaking oils from her dripping pussy. As she stared, 
his thick cock seemed to bulge and grow even more swollen, seemingly 
inflating a flesh balloon of helium. 

"UMMMMM ... HUUUUUMMMMM ... UMMMMM ... YUMMMMM..." were the only sounds 
coming from Elliot's slurping mouth. His tongue leaped from between his lips 
and flashed into Joanne's aperture again and again. She felt his shoulders 
pressing her thighs wider and wider apart as his oral extension slashed 
through the tenderness of her pussyfolds. He was sucking her cunt as if it 
were a split-open peach, drinking her juices as if unable to get enough of 
her. 

Joanne's richly pink bullseye, dripping with her sodden fluids, lay wantonly 
before the hungering foreman. He stubbed the full length of his stiff tongue 
like an arrow against the tender, upstanding extension of her clitoris. 
Joanne felt her feminine nodule standing straight up like a mini-penis. Now 
the foreman's gentle hands braced her tender thighs even farther apart. 
Joanne saw the glistening shine in his eyes as they stared at the entire 
pulsating flesh of her coral-rich pussy. His eyes were flicking up and down, 
and Joanne realized he was not only looking at her vagina, but he was 
staring at the tiny brown crinkle of her anus, the same anus Harry Traveler 
had fingered while fucking her. Still, if Elliot had in mind to do to her 
anus what he had done to her vagina, he would have to be crazy. What kind of 
a man licked a woman's ass-hole? 

"AAAYYYIIIAAAGGGHHH!" the blonde woman bellowed out, her voice shooting to 
the moon the way a baying coyote would sound. In fact, somewhere in the 
distant hills, a coyote responded. 

The man's alien tongue seared her anus for a second jolt, then returned to 
the seething depths of her vagina, causing fresh jolts of static electricity 
to burst through her teeming flesh. The sky seemed to open to her 
screeching, and the woman felt spears of delightfully wonderful lust 
blissfully shattering their way through her. 

Lord! she thought. I'm as perverted as Elliot and Harry and all men. I love 
this! I really love it! What's the matter with me? How is it possible for me 
to enjoy something like this? 

Joanne thrilled to the pressure of the man's tongue continually licking and 
lapping her clitoral extension without mercy, lapping away as if this was 
something he had done all his life instead of this being the very first 
time. His tongue continued licking, teasing and making her shudder as it 
moved in concentric circles around the budding length of her clitoris. The 
continued sounds he made as he kept on drinking the heated flow from her 
vagina made Elliot think he was drinking the nectar of the gods. His lips, 
like a vise, came clamping down tightly around the trembling, vellicating 
bit of nerve-filled flesh, and he made loud noises as he continued sucking. 
His twitching cock began swishing through the hay, making all kinds of funny 
sounds, depositing drops of lubricant here and there. 

"OHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... AAANNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, and her sighs 
blended with the sounds of the warm light breeze soughing through the 
surrounding trees. Her sighs seemed to reach to the star-dotted sky, itself, 
as jolt after wonderful jolt of lascivious, blissful delight bounced through 
the woman's whimpering, moaning, screaming body as she felt what she 
believed to be an insane man sucking the very life essence out of her. Her 
head slammed through the cushion of hay beneath, and the golden-haired woman 
thought she would faint from the sheer overpowering rapture of what was 
happening. She wondered whether her arousal was due solely to the workings 
of the tongue, or if it was due to the fact that her body, once awakened to 
a need by a penis, had gone for two weeks without any kind of satisfaction. 
She did know this was the most delightful rapture she had experienced in her 
entire life. This time there was no initial pain attached to it. Her mind 
was totally drained of thought, feeling herself being guided along the 
pathway to ecstasy by the probing tongue continually licking at her taut 
womanly center. Her pussylips instinctively opened and closed and her loins 
shook and shivered, straining to feel the pleasure-giving mouth that poured 
enchantment through her entire body. 

Joanne felt much more than the mere licking of a man's tongue. She realized 
no man was able to perform this so adoringly unless he possessed inner 
feelings for the woman. Now she knew why she instinctively trusted Elliot. 
It wasn't love-hot yet. It was definitely infatuation, and she felt it as 
strongly for him as she was certain he felt it for her. Elliot was 
infatuated with her, not only because she trusted him, but because she knew 
he was aware she felt something emotional for him. Hell! She had to feel 
something emotional for him or she wouldn't have selected him for something 
like this. Not that she wasn't equally infatuated with some of her other 
hands, but they seemed less trustworthy than Elliot. He was the kind who 
knew how to keep his mouth shut, afterward. 

Sensation charged through her entire body repeatedly as his tongue worked 
unendingly. 

"AAANNNGGGHHH . . .OOONNNHHH ... UUUNNNHHH ... OHHHHH ... 
HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH..." 

The sky above her seemed to waver this way and that, slowly coming down to 
meet her, enlarging before her dimmed eyes until she felt almost totally 
sightless. The burning, bursting pyre of flame between her thighs increased 
and enlarged in intensity until the blonde-haired ranch boss thought her 
entire body was about to become completely consumed. Without realizing it, 
the anxious Joanne wrapped her loving thighs tightly around Elliot's head 
as, like a hungry hog, he continued feeding at her womanly trough. 

Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, yes! I must be just as sick as Elliot because I 
love what he's doing to me. I love it. I love it! I feel like pushing his 
entire face, his entire head into me. Yesssss! 

As her slender ivory thighs clung to the curly brown head of Elliot Black, 
she sensed the way his tender-loving hands reached beneath the cheeks of her 
buttocks and hoisted her rounded orbs higher. He lifted the pink, meaty 
flesh of her vagina to a loftier position, bringing it up to his sucking 
lips so he was able to slurp at it with even stronger abandon. His cheeks 
rubbed her thighs and pressed against the wispy curls of her vaginal hair, 
and Joanne decided that even if this was the first time a man was eating her 
vagina, it wouldn't be the last. By doing this, Elliot had unwittingly made 
her a slave to this, and she would find some way to get him or someone else 
to do it to her all over again. 

Joanne jumped even more when she felt the man's working tongue once again 
lap lower, sliding through the crevice between the moons of her ass and 
licking at the tight brown pucker of her ass-hole. She thrilled icily to the 
way his tongue licked and lapped at her crinkly orifice again and again, and 
then she shuddered as his tongue stiffened into a little scoop and tried 
worming its way into her shuddering anus. The tiny, doughnut-like sphincter 
automatically resisted the pressure of the man's tongue, so Elliot pressured 
a little harder, and Joanne suddenly sensed her resisting sphincter abruptly 
give way until he finally managed to push a fraction of an inch of his 
tongue into her. To Joanne, it felt as if her present lover had forced the 
entire length of his tongue into her. She thought he was actually fucking 
her ass-hole with his lingual probe. 

"AAAIIIEEE ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... OOONNNGGGHHH . . .GGHHAARRGGHH ... 
HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, her screams becoming louder and louder. They 
were sick, depraved, perverted sounds, and the woman refused to believe they 
were coming from her own throat. Her full breasts heaved up and down, 
pounding against her chest. The thoroughly incredible sensation of Elliot 
Black's tongue in her trembling rectal cavity was driving her to the edge of 
insanity. 

He's mad I she thought. He's stark, raving mad! Only a madman would use his 
tongue on my rectum! 

Elliot continued licking, lapping and sucking. He lanced his tongue into her 
again and again, seeing the way she lifted her buttocks to him. He was 
overjoyed to see himself building such a reaction in her. 

Joanne felt him pushing her deeper into the hay, sliding her so that all of 
her had hay beneath her, and her slender white thighs wrapped themselves all 
the more tightly around Elliot's head. His tongue had worked its way back 
into the sweet coral depths of her vaginal glade, probing the delicious 
coral flesh repeatedly. This time she felt the tongue slide in as if it were 
a penis, making a loud, "slllluuuurrrrp!" as it fitted itself in. It slid 
through her as if custom-designed, and she squealed and jumped as the man's 
forefinger, like Harry Traveler's, found her recently tongued rectal opening 
and pushed its way in up to the first knuckle. The digit wormed its way 
deeper, working around and around as his tongue continued the maddening 
whirl through her vaginal tunnel. 

Without warning, Elliot began moving his body toward that of the horizontal 
woman while keeping his tongue solidly buried in the delicious depths of her 
seething pussy at all times. He wriggled around until he lay with his own 
groin near her head. Joanne, in a state of totally blissful euphoria, was 
completely unaware of his dangling penis so close to her face until he 
gripped her buttocks with both hands and spun onto his back, pulling her on 
top of him with her ass-cheeks and vaginal opening widely spread over his 
slurping mouth. 

Joanne opened her eyes and found herself staring down into the wide-open 
crotch of a man as he continued slurping and sucking her tasty cunt. This 
close, her eyes were fascinated by the wavering length of the rigid phallus, 
seeing its immensity, noting the way the rigid pike swayed from side to 
side. She saw his veins, looking dark in the silvery moonlight, rampantly 
running through the penile flesh. The bulbous purple head also looked dark 
in the moonlight as it swelled, glistening with a cover of its own juices. 

"Please ... Joanne..." she heard Elliot gasp as he pulled his face from her 
seething pussy. "Please do for my cock what I'm doing to your cunt. Suck it! 
Please!! ! " 

Was this man insane? Did he really believe for a single moment that she had 
any intention of stuffing that massive truncheon of flesh, blood, and muscle 
into her mouth? Even Harry Traveler, who had raped her, had never thought to 
make such demands on her. What made this man think he'd be able to demean 
her in such a manner? 

And yet ... Joanne stared at the organ dumbly, seeing only the throbbing 
penis, fascinated by its size and breadth, inhaling the rich, pleasant manly 
fragrances coming from between his scrubbed-clean thighs. As a 
matter-of-fact she noted Elliot was as scrupulous about cleanliness as she. 
As a result she smelled more deodorant soap than anything else. His penis 
was something huge to behold, blood-bloated, vein-laced, and just looking at 
it seemed to draw her face closer and closer to it, though she was in no way 
able to understand why. It was a massively pulsating spike with a sightless 
eye that continued weeping as if crying because the beautiful blonde woman 
refused to slide it between her loving lips. The closer Joanne's face came 
to the shimmering penis, the larger it appeared to grow, springing out 
between his pale-brown loins, the penile base surrounded by thick, black 
curls. Lord! This was the first time she had seen anything so massive so 
close. The sight was enough to drive her totally out of her mind. The solid 
penis twitched and shuddered and vibrated like an uncontrolled engine with 
the idle not set correctly, flexing and bloating under her continuous stare. 
She saw the wrinkled sac of testicles below, filled with the leaden weight 
of his balls, each heavy with the seed aching to be released. 

The penis seemed to be a thing totally alive into itself; a huge, massively 
immense, powerful organ begging her to please kiss it and fondle it and lick 
it and lavish love and affection on it. Yes, yes, the cock looked so 
throbbingly helpless, so desperately in need of out-and-out loving, Joanne 
was finally unable to resist the plea. 

Slowly the young ranch boss's lips began to separate as she felt a quivering 
anxiety running inside her. At the same time the woman's slenderly tapered 
fingers tightly wrapped themselves around the entire length of Elliot's 
phallic lance, caressing and fondling the purple head, and tugging on the 
white shaft. Her head dipped lower, lower, lower, and then Joanne slid the 
massive dome between her puckered lips, still not knowing just why she was 
doing this, yet feeling the overpowering urge to definitely shelter the 
gigantic length of flesh inside her hungering mouth. She sipped the animal 
essences of his sticky lubricity as it seeped like thin syrup from the 
narrow slit. Her tongue tasted the heavily flowing seepage as it licked 
around and around the throbbing cap repeatedly. She didn't want to waste a 
drop of the delicious seepage, and each time her tongue touched Elliot's 
glans, her ears were rewarded with a groan from the depths of his throat. 

"HHHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHH! YESSSSS ... AAAANNANNNHHH ... OOONNNHHH..." the 
foreman was gasping. "OH ... YOU KNOW HOW ... YOU KNOW HOW ... YES ... YES 
... WONDERRFULLLL ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... wish it was like this alia time ... 
uuunnnhhh..." 

Joanne barely heard the man's words, now in a funk-a paradise all her own. 
Though it was difficult to believe she loved sucking the throbbing penis. It 
was so enjoyable, had someone tried taking it away from her, the woman would 
have fought to keep it locked between her lips. Her slender hand gripped the 
base of the mighty staff as her lips sank lower and lower. At the same time, 
Joanne felt, rather than heard what Elliot was saying as his mouth once 
again pushed itself into her dripping vaginal core. He tugged the swampy 
depths of her cunt down solidly over his lips, and his tongue was stabbing 
delightfully into the throbbing void of her shudderingly anxious vagina, 
sucking the sweet pussy with her trembling lips while her tongue continued 
washing the upper part of his hard cock and her lips clamped a tight ring 
around the throbbingly pulsating organ. 

To the twenty-three-year-old woman this was unquestionably one of the most 
wonderfully delicious things in which she had become involved. She was glad 
it was a man like Elliot who taught it to her instead of Harry Traveler. As 
it was, Harry had almost given her a traumatic shock when it came to sex. 
Only her eventual liking for it had prevented her from becoming turned off 
it altogether because of the violent way Harry continually had forced her to 
fuck. Had he done something like this, as well, she probably would have 
strangled to death on the organ. 

Elliot scoured every tasty and delicious millimeter of the woman's vaginal 
well, savoring the rich honey flowing from deep within her tautly feminine 
body, feeling her muscular walls trying to grip his tongue and pull it out 
by the roots. Now the ranch foreman began sucking with a vengeance, feeling 
the wonderfully unbelievable, maddening bliss of Joanne's working mouth 
sucking his penis with powerful internal feeling. 

Lord! Lord! Lord! Joanne had never felt so aroused and heated up in her 
entire life. The thick baton clogging her mouth was the single most exotic 
and arousing things she had ever enjoyed tasting. It even beat lobster. The 
tickle of Elliot's moving Tongue in the seething depths of her cunt was 
enough to cause a multitude of tiny orgasmic spasms to charge through her 
shuddering body again and again. 

Joanne's head sank lower and lower, sucking in more and more of the man's 
throbbingly vibrating phallus. Her lips sucked three-quarters of the way 
down, then slowly slid up again until her probing tongue was once more 
delving into the slit on his glans, licking out the tear-like drops he was 
emitting. A muffled groan seemed to tear from the depths of Elliot's chest 
as his loins stabbed upward all the more solidly, driving the steel lance of 
his pulsating penis into the blonde woman's wide-open mouth, filling it with 
more and more of his rigidly solid meat and muscle. Joanne felt Elliot's 
mouth sink even deeper into the innermost recesses of her achingly summering 
vaginal tunnel. The frantic blonde heard his sucking in spite of the 
clamping hold his thighs had against her ears. 

Joanne gasped with wild abandon as her sucking lips tightly pulled on the 
thick length of weighty penis continually sawing between her hungering 
tongue and palate. The young ranch boss shivered as the hungry mouth of her 
foreman all but tore into her vaginal flesh, sucking on the pink membranes 
making up her orifice, licking at her inner depths while pursing his lips to 
nibble at the trembling clitoris again and again. Her hands reached out to 
cup the bloated testicles of the man whose penis clogged her mouth. Joanne's 
slender fingers ran over the swollen wrinkled sac and caressed the hairy 
outer flesh, but the electricity generated by her fingers reached into his 
very balls. 

She cradled them, holding them as if they were delicate pigeon's eggs while 
straining and pushing her lips closer and closer to the hair-covered base of 
his crotch. The massive, stone-solid pillar filling her mouth sank deeper 
and deeper, pushing into the tight depths of her gullet, making her strangle 
with its thickness. She didn't care at this point. She was so aroused, she 
had to have it all, every last inch of heavy cock. Instinctively she knew 
she wouldn't strangle to death on the throbbing organ. The thrilling 
sensations filling her throat, gullet, and mouth made her entire body shiver 
and tingle, little by little her pharynx began to accustom itself to the 
breadth of the penis continually sinking deeper inside, and this built 
rapturous thrills that much higher in her own body, shuddering as her tongue 
and palate compressed against the shaft while the spongy head was compressed 
inside her gullet. Now the giant phallus was pumping back and forth, moving 
in and out, in and out, and each time it poked into her throat it seemed to 
reach a little deeper. She sucked until the entire length was blocking her 
esophagus, filling her mouth, forcing her lips to swell as they wrapped 
themselves around the organ. 

Caressing Elliot's testicles with one hand, Joanne lifted her nodding head, 
sliding the entire length of throbbing cock from between her lips. Then she 
gripped the wand with her other hand, tugging it to one side, dipping her 
head lower, and proceeded to use the tip of her tongue, licking the doughy 
mass of scrotal flesh. Her tongue washed across it with wide, sweeping 
licks, stopping every now and again to wash the weighty phallus, as well. 
The hand she was using to grip the mastodonic organ began shucking up and 
down, up and down, gripping it tightly, listening to the sound of the man's 
strangulated cries as he sank his hungering mouth ever deeper into her 
womanly slash. Her rapture-reaching tissues clung to his oral digit as she 
thrilled to the way he worked his tongue in and out, in and out. Then she 
popped the plum-like head of the shuddering penis between her sucking lips 
and proceeded to pull again, letting her saliva dribble down the hard 
surface of the swollen staff. Her buttocks quivered as her vagina sensed 
Elliot's mouth plunging even farther into it. 

As she continued sucking and slurping, Joanne felt Elliot pull his head 
back. The man was panting heavily, gasping for air, his face a mottled 
purple like his cock-head. She trembled as his fingers gripped the lips of 
her pussy and began slowly separating them, tugging them wide apart, and 
then he began blowing cool air into her. 

Elliot's hands reached lower and gripped the rounded white cheeks of her 
buttocks, tugging her hot, perspiring thighs even farther over his face, 
allowing the palpitating pussy to be crammed solidly against his mouth, his 
nose, and his cheeks, the wet, blonde cunt-hairs tickling his entire face. 
Her mouth issued a thrilling gasp of agonized ecstasy as his penile head 
once more crammed itself into the depths of her squeezing gullet. 

In a wild frenzy now, Joanne began biting down, actually chewing on the 
meaty stick clogging her throat while her cheeky ass continued twitching 
wildly under the caress of the man's hands, her burning pussy cramming 
itself all the more solidly against the face trying to bury itself inside. 
Wickedly, the man thrust his lapping tongue even deeper into the steaming 
folds of her vaginal opening, probing, licking, stabbing and tongue-fucking 
ever deeper into the burning depths as the woman continued moaning and 
sighing with her own ribboned lips tightly wrapped around the solid log of 
meat straining out from between his solid thighs. 

Joanne gripped Elliot's ass-cheeks almost viciously as her own heated thighs 
pressed anxiously around the man's eager face. Her quicksand-like tongue 
licked back and forth, all around the throbbing steam pole, while her own 
flesh slid this way and that, surrounding his own tongue. Her taut vaginal 
muscles clenched and squeezed, doing their best to keep the oral extension 
solidly locked inside, but her muscle bands were only so powerful, and the 
total lack of friction created by the saliva dripping from his tongue 
allowed the oral digit to slide in and out all the more easily. 

Joanne began feeling the orgasm starting to build inside her. She-was 
inwardly startled to realize she was capable of coming this way, too. The 
climax welling within her was going to be a big one, certainly ready to 
match the one Harry Traveler had given her with his cock. The man's hands 
were now on her back, feeling her muscles ; ridging as her mouth pulled 
greedily on the penis with an ever-increasing savagery. The blonde woman 
shivered as she thrilled to Elliot's tongue seemingly slash into her 
delicate membranous. flesh repeatedly. She was curious how the man was able 
to breathe after all this time with his face buried so deeply in the heated 
sump of her seethingly swampy muff. 

Lapping back and forth quickly with his tongue over the clitoris of this 
woman he was fast learning to love, Elliot sensed the way she was wildly 
moving about, clamping her hands firmly around the pulsating base of his 
thrusting penis whenever it wasn't moving between the ripe softness of her 
tender ruby lips. The rubbery head was already almost two inches into her 
gullet and trying to push in even farther. 

Joanne was slurping, coughing, choking, gasping, groaning, and shuddering 
all at the same time. Her tender flesh sensed the man's hot breath spewing 
out in little grunts deep inside the tightness of her vaginal interior, the 
sounds muffled by her flesh. However, Elliot's tongue continued pressing 
against her tiny capsule of delight, sucking the extended clitoris between 
his hungering lips, making the woman churn and writhe all the more against 
his working face. The young ranch boss ground her hot pussy down again and 
again, feeling the way her labia continually fluttered open each time, 
trying to actually suck Elliot's face inside. Her rear-end twisted in a 
frenetic rotation as she strained and struggled, feeling her climax trying 
to reach up into her. 

Elliot pried her soft white thighs even wider apart, his hands spreading 
Joanne's ass-cheeks almost to the breaking point. His tongue seething 
scoured her throbbing vaginal well, licking through the wet depths, insanely 
driving deeper and deeper, trying to lick up every possible bit of feminine 
sauce. 

Joanne felt the lashing tongue stabbing everywhere inside her at once. It 
massaged her clitoris, dipped into the sticky honey-pot of her flaming cunt, 
lapped across her perineum, sank into the tight circle of her ass-hole, then 
returned to lick at each of her vulva lips. Every now and again she squirmed 
because of the sensation of Elliot's teeth nibbling on her white ass-cheeks. 
Then his tongue would once more sink into the soddenly wet folds of her 
trembling vagina. The vulva muscles were like tight rubber bands, still 
trying to clench the man's tongue, still unable to succeed because of the 
wet slipperiness. 

However Elliot's valiant oral thrusts into her cunt were finally bearing 
fruit as Joanne felt the orgasm building higher, higher, higher, until at 
last she began screeching as she came, "AAAYYYIIIEEEAAARRGGGHHH ... 
GGHHHAANNGGHHHUUURRGGHHH ... EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!" 

Her cries were so loud, she wondered if her voice carried all the way back 
to the ranch. Her head had lifted from his throbbing organ for a moment to 
unleash her shouts, but now her lips slipped back down, sliding over the 
sensitive glans again, pulling the entire length of his throbbing penis all 
the way into her mouth, down her narrow gullet. The woman's rounded buttocks 
twitched and shook and gyrated as the blasting explosions of her climax made 
her twine her tongue wildly around the up-thrust pole in her sucking mouth. 
At the same time her vagina tightly gripped and twisted the man's delving 
tongue as it continued slurping her to what seemed like eternal bliss. 

Elliot's penis was trembling and shuddering now, twitching, swelling, unable 
to remain under control, and the man realized he was unable to hold back any 
longer. He had to climax. Joanne wondered if the man intended firing down 
her throat, but even as she thought about it, she didn't have that much time 
to ponder it. She did know if she moved her mouth much of the thrill would 
disappear for her foreman, and somehow she realized she was unable to do 
this to this man, especially after he had given her such a wantonly 
overpowering orgasm of her own. Had it been a man like Harry Traveler, and 
had he forced her to do something like this, she would have pulled her mouth 
away at this point, gotten up, and simply left him there. Let him shoot his 
sperm into empty air. However Elliot was not Harry. Elliot was basically a 
wonderful man, and even if she wasn't in love with him, when she considered 
all he was doing for her, he deserved the best orgasm she was capable of 
giving him. She had to make it at least as good for him as he had made it 
for her. 

Her tongue sensed the crazy rush of seminal fluid through the narrowly 
constricted tube in the underside of his penis. It came rushing out in a 
tumultuous flow, catching Joanne somewhat off-guard. The floodgates inside 
him seemed to open and the man's heavily spurting load was suddenly being 
released, roaring in a blind flood along the length of his throbbingly 
pulsating penis, moving with the speed of light and the power of an express 
train without brakes charging down a mountainside. The man's thighs pressed 
against Joanne's lovely blonde head, crushing her temples tightly between 
them, and there was a deafening roar in her ears. She knew there was no 
stopping the seed, now. Then he was crashing the great, heated load of goo 
into her anxiously sucking and hungry mouth. 

"HHHAMUUMMPHHAAAUUURRRGG-GLLLMMPHHAAAWWWAAAUUURRGG-GHHHFFFLLLBBBMMM!" he 
bellowed with his lips still pressed into the depths of Joanne's seething 
pussy. 

Joanne understood what was going on inside the man, and her lips frantically 
pulled and sucked, as she anxiously drank all the hot spume flooding from 
the narrow opening in the enormous head of his throbbing penis. She was 
aware of his attempts to push his mighty organ even deeper into her throat, 
but it was already in as far as possible, and now it was beginning to shrink 
as blood left the sacs inside. Joanne sucked hard, drinking all he had to 
offer, actually savoring the taste, realizing how much she enjoyed it, 
gulping the effluvient syrup into her belly. She moaned and groaned, bobbing 
her head as he emptied his balls. 

Afterward, they nakedly lay side by side in the hay. At about ten-o'clock he 
fucked her at her request, and then they dressed and returned to the ranch. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

One of the many things Joanne liked about Elliot Black was his discretion. 
Another thing she liked was the fact that he never expected anything. He 
adored her enough to do what she wanted without question, and if she chose 
not to do anything with him, he never questioned it. 

Many guests who came to the dude ranch stayed a week or two, so running the 
ranch was not just a weekend thing, but a seven-day proposition. She almost 
always knew the names of all the guests who stayed for more than a weekend. 
One such guest was Joseph Feld. Feld worked for a major magazine publishing 
firm, and was at the dude ranch for a well-deserved two-week rest. He was 
admittedly a married man, but one of the reasons he had come on this 
vacation was to get away from his wife. He wasn't a tall man, about 
five-feet-eight, but he had a ruggedly handsome face, with a crew cut. His 
hair was almost caramel-colored, what there was of it. He had a slightly 
prominent nose beneath two blazing blue eyes, and a very firm jaw. 

Joe, as Joanne came to know him, did absolutely nothing the first week he 
was at the ranch. He sat around soaking up the sunshine, enjoying the 
barbecues and campfires, but not really mingling with the other people. 

The second week he was there, he paid a little extra money for some private 
riding lessons. His second week began the day Joanne had sported with her 
foreman, and the following day, Monday, she went horseback riding with him. 
Things were always slow on a Monday morning, and so she was able to take her 
time, once again picking an out-of-the-way trail. Her vagina, rubbing 
against her panties, in turn rubbing against her buckskin skirt, which 
pressed against her saddle, was building rumbling feelings in her vaginal 
depths. 

As she rode with Joe, the two of them talked and she got to know a lot about 
him. He was a shy man, and had to be drawn out, but little by little, she 
managed to pull all the information out of him. 

At the end of their ride she felt she was ready to burst with the need to be 
fucked, but she restrained herself and took her excess energies out of her 
work. It was far from a good substitute, but since no man was really handy, 
she had to be content. After all, she didn't want Elliot Black thinking she 
was falling in love with him. 

On Tuesday morning she again went riding with Joe Feld, and the ride ended 
the same way, though she and Joe were a little more free and easy in one 
another's company. On Wednesday, she not only went riding with him, but the 
two of them dismounted and walked for awhile. On Thursday he became very 
bold and kissed her, reddening afterward and apologizing. He was certain she 
wouldn't go riding with him Friday, but it was she who came seeking him out, 
and sure enough they rode for the entire morning. They were a good fifteen 
miles from nowhere when they decided to turn back. Joanne, whose vagina was 
now a boiling kiln, decided she had to knock the shyness out of this man 
once and for all. 

"Tell me, Joe," she asked, "have you ever made love to a woman other than 
your wife?" 

"Not since I've been married," he admitted. 

"Would you like to?" she asked straightforwardly. 

"Hey, look, I don't want to give you any wrong ideas about me," he insisted. 

"Just answer my question," she said, firmly. "Until recently I never thought 
about it much." "And now?" 

"Please, Joanne, don't make me say something that might break up the 
friendship we've built. I'm going to be here for two more days, and I'd like 
to know that when I left, you weren't angry with me or insulted." 

"I know you too well to believe you would deliberately insult anyone, Joe. 
But I'd like to hear the truth from you." 

"Look," he told her. "The truth is, I'm infatuated with you. I'd love to 
make love to you, but I'm certain you would be insulted if I so much as 
hinted at it." 

"Try me," she insisted. 

"Huh?" 

"You heard me," she told him as they reined in their horses. "Try me!" 

"Are you saying you'd be willing to..." 

"I have to be properly asked, Joe." 

"Joanne, I'm crazy about you. But look, we don't have much time left right 
now." 

"Right now!" she insisted. 

"How? You have to be back at the ranch in less than an hour." 

"I've never made it on a horse. Have you?" 

"On a horse?" 

"We'll be riding bareback, only it'll be our backs that will be bare." 

She dismounted, and in front of him she undressed. All her clothing was 
stuffed into a saddlebag, as well as her boots. Joe, unable to believe his 
eyes, slid from his horse and slowly began peeling off his own clothing. 

"You're moving too slowly," she told him, and helped him, taking off the 
rest of his clothes and shoving them into the other saddlebag her horse 
carried. 

"On a horse?" he asked again, standing fully naked in front of her, 
revealing a man-sized erection. If it wasn't quite the size of the one 
belonging to Elliot Black, it was still more than large enough. 

She had him mount first, the usual way, pushing him back until his buttocks 
rubbed against the end of the saddle. Then she mounted, facing him, with the 
saddle horn pressing into her buttocks, supporting her. Her white breasts 
with the pink tips bobbled lusciously before his eyes, and he leaned forward 
and began kissing them as she lightly kicked the horse to make it walk. Her 
own horse had been trained to follow, and did so. 

Her nakedness was like a magnet to the shy man, and the moment he had her in 
his arms, he was caressing her all over, kissing her mouth hungrily, 
enjoying the way she anxiously kissed him back. 

"You know," she whispered. "I was afraid of being too forward myself, 
otherwise I would have approached you a lot sooner." 

"Goes to show how foolish two people can be," he gasped. 

"Uh huh!" And then they were kissing again. 

Their lips held one another in a long, shuddering kiss, and his hands were 
rampantly running over her naked body as the horse on which they were 
mounted cantered toward the ranch. She shuddered when his thrilling hands 
swept under her buttocks, squeezing them, tugging him solidly against him, 
trapping his penis between them. Joanne felt the stiffness of his cock 
pressing into her belly as if anxious to stab her. His hungry mouth 
continued pressing itself anxiously against hers, their lips rubbing and 
opening, allowing their tongues to whip against one another. He was an 
experienced lover, all right, and by now Joanne was experienced enough to 
appreciate him. His fingers and thumbs dug into her buttocks, squeezing and 
pinching as she rubbed her breasts against his hairy chest, massaging his 
flesh. 

Joanne didn't feel the least bit embarrassed about having initiated the 
lovemaking between them. Had she been less reticent a little earlier, she 
wouldn't have been kept waiting this long. At last she was about to have 
what she wanted, and it meant total pleasure to her. She had no idea if Joe 
Feld was able to control his sperm long enough for her to peak, but she knew 
if he didn't, she'd find a way to make that organ of his grow all over again 
and fuck her a second time. Either that, or she would make him tongue the 
semen out of her. 

She broke the kiss and rested her head on his shoulder, her breath coming 
from her in heavy pants, her hot exhalations all but searing his flesh. Her 
belly was more and more aware of the rigid organ angling sharply upward 
between them, leaking oil over both their bellies. 

"I know this sounds silly since we're on a cantering horse, but be gentle, 
huh. One of the only other two organs to ever penetrate me did it very 
roughly, and even though he eventually did satisfy me it took a lot of 
anguish, first." 

"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'll make certain you're nice and wet before 
going into you." 

The two of them clung tightly to one another, each gently kissing the 
other's lips, both anxious to get started, yet neither wanting to make the 
first move. This was silly considering she had been so forward with Elliot 
Black, but she had known Elliot most of her life and knew the kind of person 
he was. She was still learning about Joe Feld. 

Little by little the pressure of their hands against each other increased, 
his fingers sliding upward against her shuddering body, surrounding her 
fully swollen breasts. She thrilled to the pressure of his palms against her 
nipples making them stand out like tiny bullets. 

Now Joe's tongue was finally taking the initiative, stroking gently between 
her lips, moving in and out in time to the way their bodies bounced on the 
horse, causing Joanne to fervently respond. Heat was continuing to build 
swiftly in the blonde's body as it would in a pressure cooker. 

Her hand fluttered delicately near his bare thigh, moving inward and closer 
to the upstanding lance of his solid cock. Finally her cool fingers closed 
firmly on the hard fleshiness of his upstanding penis, gently holding it in 
a light, tender grasp. She began tugging on it gently, up and down, up and 
down, moving with the easy canter of the horse. Her hungering lips pressed 
so strongly against his, the insides of his lips were being cut by the edges 
of his own teeth. That was when Joanne yanked her face from his and buried 
her lips in the side of his neck, branding her delineated lips into the 
softness of his throat, shuddering as the delightful realization hit her 
that she was going to be soundly fucked. At last! After five long days of 
waiting, she was going to get the organ she craved most. A solidly throbbing 
penis was going to make its way once again into the steaming nave of her 
flushed pussy. Anxiety mingled with lusting desire. Sex was fast becoming a 
permanent part of her life. She was realistic enough to accept this, and 
even more realistic enough to want more. 

"Just being with you makes me feel good," she whispered. "I feel like a 
little girl about to receive a treat for being so good." 

"In some ways you are just a kid," he told her. "Heck! I'm probably twice 
your age, old enough to be your father. Be glad you're a kid. Hope that 
you'll Stay a kid for a long, long time, and don't ever apologize for the 
simple fact of being yourself. Now relax, open your thighs, and let that 
sweet pussy of yours graze my cock for a few moments ... UHHHHHH ... 
YTfSSSSS ... AAAAAANNNNNNHHHHHH ... THAT'S ITTTTT ... HUUUNNNHHH ... GOOD 
GIRL ... UP AND DOWN ... OOOOOOOH ... UP AND DOWN... 

Her lonis were parting wider and wider, and for some dumb reason she thought 
of herself as a coky virgin rather than an experienced woman, determined to 
override any pain, though deep down she knew there would not be any pain. 
Pleasure was all there would be, and pleasure was what she anticipated. Her 
eyes were closed tightly and she forced herself to breathe regularly as his 
hand reached down and his fingers formed a cup to caress the pouting shape 
of her vaginal lips. There was a flaming furnace somewhere deep inside her, 
and she realized she was hotter now than she had ever been in her life. Damn 
it all! Sex had become like heroin to her. She needed it. The only 
difference was, the more she had of it, the better she felt. Her internal 
self was not deteriorating in any way. His warm fingers were so gently 
reassuring as they caressed, titillated, and teased her juicing slash, 
stroking the wet inlet rhythmically, and the remaining tension slowly began 
sliding out of her. 

Ummmmmmm! She had been wise in her selection of Joe Feld. He was a man who 
was obviously well-experienced in what he was doing, making her feel good 
inside. He was also patient, understanding, and not nearly as uptight as she 
had orginally feared. She felt very secure with him. Her mouth moved along 
the side of his throat, sliding up his jawline until her lips were once 
again kissing his. Her heated tongue plunged in and out of his sucking 
mouth. It was as if her tongue were some kind of penis and his mouth a 
vagina, and she was actually fucking him. Her hands gripped his head to hold 
it steady, and she regularly plunged her tongue between his teeth, stopping 
now and again to caress his outer gums, making him hunger for her that much 
more. All the while the two of them continued to rhythmically bounce up and 
down in the saddle. 

Joanne almost melted into something runny when his probing forefinger 
pressed against the sensitive capsule of her delicate clitoris. The tiny, 
thrumming nubbin began swelling beneath his fingering caresses, unleashing 
more and more of her inner animal passion. Her hips were spiraling in time 
to her up and down movement, slowly, almost lazily, gently revolving as his 
thumb teasingly rubbed at her stiffening pearl. She humped her body all the 
more solidly against the pressure of his finger, timidly at first, then more 
daringly as her ardor for him intensified. His probing forefinger began 
sliding its length down so that it reached into her wetly sucking pussy, 
moving through the viscous moistness welling up between her soft inner 
labia. She began exhaling raggedly as the tip of his finger pressed deeper 
and deeper into the shuddering orifice. First he moved it in about an inch, 
then slid it almost all the way out. He pulled it out quickly, as if the 
interior heat was too much for him. Joanne felt the fingertip continuing to 
move, in and out, in and out, back and forth, separating the shiny, slimy 
labia, his finger pushing a fraction of an inch deeper into her with each 
forward thrust as they continued bouncing on the horse that cantered slowly 
toward the ranch. 

Joanne was breathing more and more unevenly now, feeling the overwhelming 
desire for his cock continuing to build higher in her. She was feeling a 
series of thrills she had never quite known before, simply enhanced by the 
knowledge she was about to enjoy something very, very familiar, and very, 
very thrilling. Her rubbery, bouncing buttocks, keeping time with the 
bumping saddle beneath her, gently humped up to meet the constant downward 
pressure of his massaging finger as her mouth attempted to burrow into his 
mouth, and her body squirmed and writhed solidly against his. 

Joe hugged her tightly against him, stabbing his hairy chest with her sharp 
nipples and loving every bit of it. When he tried gripping her buttocks with 
one hand to lift her up so he'd be able to insert his cock, she said, "No! 
Let me! I think it'll be more fun if I'm the aggressor." 

"Sure," Joe smiled, kissing her. "Anything to make a lovely lady happy." 

"Only because it's going to make a wonderful gentleman happy, as well," she 
assured him. 

She made him lean back in the saddle as she ran her fingers over his hairy 
chest. Her hands ran up and rubbed his shoulders. They felt cold, and she 
realized it was a cooler day than she had anticipated. Riding naked this way 
was not something she would recommend as a steady thing. 

The man was plainly aroused. His penis was vibrating strongly, and she had 
him excited to the point where he would be a fool not to rape her would she 
back off for some reason. Not that he really had anything to worry about on 
that score. She had no intention of backing out, now. 

She kicked his feet out of the stirrups and inserted her own toes into them. 
This gave her the leverage she needed to rise above him, her thighs 
straddling his haunches, feeling the tenderly gentle brush of his 
outstandingly rigid stanchion as the thick organ lightly touched the velvet 
flesh of her tender inner thighs. She saw pain in his eyes from the pressure 
of his rampantly swollen phallus. It was as if the mere knowledge that her 
hot pussy was there, hovering above his penis, prepared to impale itself on 
him, was the cause of all his inner agony. A simple upward thrust of his 
hips once she had inserted the head of his cock was all that was needed, 
especially if she sat down hard at the same time. 

Joanne squatted in the saddle, feeling the sunlight, now almost at its 
zenith, shining on her head. She maintained her weight on her toes in the 
stirrups and the palms of her hands pressing against the man's shoulders. 
She felt the solid masculine prod touching her pink opening anxiously, 
almost nuzzling her seething pussy as the movement of the horse jounced the 
two of them together. For some strange reason she almost felt lost, as if 
she didn't know what to do. Well, it was the first time she was really 
taking the total initiative. Her upper body was leaning forward now, her 
breasts mashing themselves against Joe's chest, her nipples cutting through 
the hairs as her mouth lightly brushed his lips. Slowly, with her pussy 
hovering directly over the blunted head, she began lowering herself, 
allowing her weight to move lower and lower, until she felt the knob of the 
rigid skewer about to tenderly part the soft inner lips of her fuzz-rimmed 
pussy. Abruptly she lifted her body, almost afraid he'd spear straight up 
through the steaming tightness of her cunt and ram his cock into the depths 
of her narrow gullet. It was ridiculous, she knew, still, she was afraid. 

Joanne felt like a silly little child. She had no reason to be frightened, 
but she was frightened. This was ridiculous. Here she had been waiting five 
days to fit a penis into her vagina, and now that the opportunity was at 
hand, she found herself suddenly balking and chickening out. What in 
heaven's name was wrong with her? 

"It's too late to have a change of heart, now," Joe told her. 

"I don't, really," she said. "Maybe it's the fact that we're on a horse 
instead of on the ground." 

"As you said, we have to get back to the ranch. We can't take the time out 
to lie on a nice hard ground, so the horse will have to do us." 

He was gripping her ass-cheeks very tightly, firmly holding her in position. 
He wasn't trying to force her down on it, but was holding her steady. 

"Odd, but I suddenly feel so tiny between my thighs," she laughed. "You 
know, when I first looked at that organ of yours, I said to myself, I've 
handled bigger ones so there's really nothing to be afraid of. But all of a 
sudden it's as if your penis is the biggest, fattest, thickest, longest cock 
in the entire world. I'm almost afraid I'm going to feel pain. Sounds 
ridiculous, doesn't it?" 

Joe let her ramble on, and she continued talking in a low gasping voice as 
her oral lips lightly rubbed themselves against his mouth. All the while she 
sensed the tip of his stolid penis now sliding up and down through her 
rectal crease as she rode on it, rocking her buttocks back and forth. She 
felt it slide through her anal crease, now forcing herself to rock back and 
forth on the organ, as if trying to bring her body back far enough to force 
the head of his penis through the inner labia of her dripping vaginal 
channel. She moved faster and faster, and suddenly the thick, spongy glans 
was pressing between her outer labia, rubbing them as it tried nosing its 
way inward. The movement of the horse helped. She stiffened but didn't pull 
away this time. Gasping, she tensed herself as the blunt head pressed itself 
tenderly, carefully into her vaginal slot. 

Reaching behind her, her hand grabbed the saddle horn to steady her, her 
lust so strong, it not only traveled through her, but was felt by Joe, as 
well. The fingers of her other hand came down on his thigh, then walked 
across his testicles to clutch at the staff of his shimmering cock as the 
head rested in her, and she remained poised with the balls of her feet 
pressing into the stirrups. Gripping the rod ever more tightly, she rotated 
it so the head moved around and around in her vaginal entrance, seemingly 
widening it. Her breathing was guttural as anticipation was ever-present. 
The throbbing tip seemed to be pressing too far into one side of her, and 
she had to adjust the direction of the in-pushing penis. 

Her pink, flowering inner labia began to slowly, grudgingly open, and now it 
widened all the more as she very slowly began lowering herself onto the 
meaty length of the pike, sighing a little as it began poking its way into 
her. Her ass-cheeks clenched shut as the thrills charged rampantly through 
her. The trembling shudders were more evident now than before, racing 
through her entire womanly body. 

Small? She had thought Joe Feld possessed a small penis? What in the name of 
heaven was wrong with her? Lord! This organ of his was gigantic, getting 
bigger by the minute. It seemed so large it appeared totally out of 
proportion to the tiny hole into which it was now pushing. The deeper it 
went, the more obvious it was there was nothing small about this particular 
organ. No, there would be none of the fearful pain she had experienced with 
Harry Traveler. The latter had really done one helluva job of opening her 
up. The deeper the penis moved with the jogging motion of the horse, the 
more thrilling each plunge felt. She ought to sit right down and suck it all 
into her, but that would be getting too much of a good thing too quickly. 
No, the right way was to absorb the penis very slowly into her, and so she 
continued pressing it into her vagina, a fraction of an inch at a time. The 
burning mouth of her sodden vagina solidly surrounded the enlarged rubbery 
cap as if actually absorbing it into her own flesh; surrounding it and 
clinging to it as if making it dissolve into her body. 

Ahhhhh! There was sheer, unadulterated pleasure, now. There was also a bit 
of discomfort because of the motions of the horse, however the thrilling 
pleasure was far overpowering the discomfort, and though it-the 
discomfort-seemed to increase for awhile, the overpowering pleasure was so 
much greater, her lust for him built even higher, driving her nearly insane 
with ecstatically delightful torture. 

She began rotating her vagina again and again, doing her best to make his 
solid phallic lance widen her inner tunnel as her sweetly taut cunt gripped 
the swollen elasticity of his throbbing penile head like a strong, clutching 
fist. Raptly, she sensed the inner flesh of her body stretching more and 
more as her interior opened up a bit at a time and the unbending staff of 
rigid cock continued its journey into her. 

The head of his cock was three-quarters of the way into her, and now it was 
pressing against her cervix. It pushed as if intent on widening the narrow 
cervical opening and shoving itself inside. The hard penis pulsated with a 
mad, shuddering intensity, and her rounded ass-cheeks once again clenched 
themselves tightly shut as she prepared to ride him like a merry-go-round 
horse. She had to adjust the direction a little in order to keep him from 
puncturing the neck of her womb. She wanted to feel the full length of his 
penis buried all the way inside her. She wanted to feel it now, not later 
on. She had to have every last little bit of that fleshy pillar crammed all 
the way into the tightness of her seething pussy. If she had engulfed larger 
cocks, there was no reason why she ought not to swallow-up this one. 

Her mouth kissed his all the harder, pressing against his lips as she 
shifted her weight forward, jamming her feet farther into the stirrups and 
letting the soles of her feet take the brunt. His inner lips were being 
shredded against his teeth, and the realization she was causing him pain 
made her ease her kissing the littlest bit. They were here to fuck and have 
fun, not to harm one another. 

Joanne was suddenly aware of his stiffening beneath her and hoped to heaven 
he wouldn't peak at that moment. Lord! If he came she'd tear out his chest 
hairs one at a time. 

No, thank heaven! He wasn't reaching any kind of peak. He was simply 
steadying himself in the saddle. It was difficult for him to move without 
his feet in the stirrups, and so he had to let her do all the work. She 
began slowly rubbing her buttocks up and down against the saddle horn behind 
her, letting her vagina ride on the first three inches of his hard penis, 
continually caressing the bloated head with the warm, sticky tight walls of 
her squashing vagina. Her sensual interior was now becoming more and more 
moist, like the Okefenokee Swamp as she felt arousal building to far greater 
heights in her trembling body. 

The low sounds in her throat were no longer moans of pained fear but sighs 
of total and utter delight as she began hurling her body up and down all the 
more quickly, riding the cock faster and faster. Her body trembled with 
anxiety as ecstatic wonder seemed to thrill her every movement against the 
engulfed stiffness of the swollenly solid penis. 

He was holding her both, front and back. Even with his penis in her vagina, 
he had one hand gripping her buttocks and the thumb of the other hand 
massaging her clitoris. Her own arms were wound around him so that both were 
able to maintain their balance on the moving horse. Digging her feet more 
strongly into the stirrups, she spun and rotated her buttocks all the more 
swiftly, still holding herself so the head of his throbbing penis didn't 
slide past her cervix ... yet. 

Tearing her mouth from his, gasping for air, she breathed deeply then sank 
her teeth into his shoulder as she tensed once again, gathering her strength 
and then slamming her body straight down, pushing the head of his penis past 
her cervical, opening and into the fiery depths of her womb. She bit down 
hard at the luxuriant thrill of the penis totally filling her vagina. Her 
vaginal muscles clamped firmly around the in-thrust organ. 

For Joanne, it felt like the overpowering start of Armageddon suddenly 
blistering through her; an Armageddon of totally wanton lust. Her body felt 
rapturously divided into two parts, and yet she never felt more complete. A 
cock was not an alien thing inside a woman. It belonged there. When it was 
out of her she now felt as if part of her was missing. Each time a penis 
filled her she felt like a total human being. A throbbing penis was filling 
her emptiness. 

She lay forward against Joe Feld, panting with wild exhilaration, completely 
abandoned in the wonderful pleasure of enjoying the flaming, throbbing 
broadness of the organ bringing her so much delightful pleasure. It was all 
rapture without discomfort, and the rapture was so overpowering, she 
shuddered and shook with thrilled inner delight. Lord! It was so good! 

Still pressing her breasts against the hairy matting of the man's chest, she 
reached beneath her with the hand she had used to grip the saddle horn, 
earlier, feeling around until she touched his testicles. She tried gripping 
his penis again, but was unable to and was pleased to feel the sticky 
wetness inside her leaking around its base, letting her know all of it was 
buried inside her. OHHHHH YESSSSSS! It felt good in her, really good. She 
gathered the clay-like clump of his testicles in her hand and squeezed very 
lightly, feeling his solid length of hardness twitch delightfully inside her 
shuddering body. Yesssss! It felt good, really good. She sensed the 
thrilling expansions and contractions of his phallic head, clinging so 
tightly it was as if her membranes were entwined around him. 

Joe kept one thumb between their pelvises, pressing it firmly against her 
tender clitoris, while his other hand maintained its firm hold on the solid 
cheeks of her buttocks. He tugged her down tightly, seating her very firmly 
on the base of his cock, enjoying the way it oscillated in the tightness of 
her tunnel. 

Joanne felt more and more rapturous thrills shoot through her as she 
realized the newness of the position added spice to the lovemaking. She was 
trembling with a wantonness now, her passion and excitement rising higher 
with each passing moment. Her inner fear had totally disappeared-that 
foolish fright because of this new way of making love. She realized there 
was never any reason for her to be afraid when it came down to fucking. 
Wonderfully thrilling sensations rocketed through her trembling body, 
continually filling her as she raised and lowered her buttocks again and 
again, enjoying the delightful feelings of hard penis continually reaming 
through her vaginal tunnel. She moved slowly, cautiously at first, then 
began speeding up her humping movements as continually indescribable 
pleasure kept rampantly charging through her. What had started out as a need 
to sate the clawing hunger in her was swiftly becoming the most interesting 
sexual experience, to date. 

Her mouth was tightly clamped to his, her working tongue fucking and driving 
deeper and deeper into his mouth, moving with the same rapidity her 
sheathing cunt used as it bounced up and down around the throbbing penis 
sunk so far into her. She continually rocked from side to side as well as up 
and down, raising herself a mere inch or two at first. After awhile her 
lovely ass was humping three, four, five, even six inches into the air, 
still maintaining his penis all the way inside her. Soon her beautiful 
curvaceous buttocks were moving at greater speed than the horse, almost 
flying up and down, stroking the incredibly tight container of her lustful 
cunt along the entire bloated, stolid length of the proudly inserted penis. 

She tore her mouth from his, now sitting back a little in the cradle of his 
hand as it still cupped her buttocks, her short, fluffy hair flouncing with 
more and more speed as she continued violently riding the cock beneath her. 
She thrilled to the sweetly delicious pressure of his penis continually 
pounding its way through her tautly clutching tunnel, her body vibrating 
with more and more intensity. His fingers were digging more deeply into her 
buttocks now, and the thumb of his other hand was massaging her clitoris 
with so much pressure, she wondered if he was rubbing off the outer layer of 
skin. The way he was rubbing made it feel as if he might actually uproot her 
clitoral organ. 

"HAAAANNNHHHH!" she gasped, her entire body shuddering. All the while she 
rode harder and faster, forcing his solid length of penile meat to rummage 
through her tight twat at an even faster pace. His right hand gripped her 
buttocks even more tightly now, as if forcing her to remain steady while he 
pummeled his throbbing cock into her, using more and more body English. 
Joanne felt so overjoyed, she wondered if his cock was going to reach up and 
stab into her belly, next. What fantastic feeling! What a fabulous 
sensation! Her vulva lips crushed themselves around his thickness so tightly 
she thought she might tear it out of his body by the roots. 

"Joe ... OHHHHH ... JOE..." she gasped. "YOU FEEL SO ... UHHHHHH ... GOOD 
INSIDE ... OOOOOOOOOOOH ... MEEEEE ... HHHAAANNNNHHHH ... DON'T EVER ... 
UUUUNNNNHHHH ... STOP... 

She speeded up with pressure of her fucking as he clung even more solidly to 
her bouncing buttocks, kissing her throat and jamming his cock as far up 
into her as was humanly possible as if intent on stabbing her a million 
times, each time in a different part of her interior. 

Once more his body stiffened, and this time Joanne knew he was going to 
come. His balls seemed to fit neatly against her ass-hole as she rode him up 
and down, tickling her perineum, as well. 

Joanne was moving more and more wildly now, no longer able to maintain any 
kind of rhythm, and she was well aware her own orgasm was now close at hand. 
She sensed herself starting to climax, and it was going to be a stronger, 
more wonderful kind of orgasm than anything she had ever known, before. The 
thrill of it was becoming more than she was able to withstand as she stood 
up in the stirrups and literally whipped her buttocks from side to side, 
frantically pounding her cunt up and down, moving with greater speed than 
ever before, digging her nails into the flesh of his body. 

"I'm ... uhhhh ... going to peak!" she gasped. "Ohhhh God! I'm going to get 
there ... YESSSS ... HUUNNHHHH ... OHHHHHHH ... AAAAAHHHHHH ... 
HHHHAAANNNHHH ... EEEEYYYYA-AAIIIGGGHHH AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

"Thatta girl! Thatta girl!" he encouraged, gripping her waist with his two 
hands and moving her up and down even more quickly now. 

Joanne was totally oblivious of anything and everything other than her own 
total satisfaction, and that was paramount at this point in time. Raw 
lightning surged through the sucking depths of her tender pussy repeatedly, 
and she literally collapsed against the man who supported her, her climax 
charging through her the way burning lava spilled through the interior of a 
volcano before blasting out. Her already crushing pussy was clenching itself 
even more tightly around the throbbingly in-thrust penis, clutching it and 
tugging it insanely until Joe Feld lost all control of himself. 

"OOOWWWAAARRRGGGAAANNNGG-GHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAAIIIYYYAAA-UUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"i
he bellowed as an overpowering gusher of emotion tore through him and his 
semen began spraying into her pumping pussy. Hotly delicious gummy white 
fluid spurted endlessly into her internal tunnel, firing straight up, 
inundating the already sticky walls of her squeezingly tight vagina. He 
continued madly pounding his cock into her, his thumb once more returning to 
her clitoris to massage it even though the sensation had become much too 
much for her to bear. All the while her rubbery buttocks bounced off the 
saddle again and again. 

After what seemed like a long, long time the thrilling sensations in the two 
of them began to subside. Joanne let herself flow into him, lying against 
him, panting for air, feeling his heart pounding and trip-hammering beneath 
the swell of her breast. 

Slowly his penis began to shrink inside her, and she was already missing the 
feel of it. Yet there was no way on earth she'd be able to walk around with 
a stiff penis plugging her vagina all day long. Nor was she able to spend 
the rest of her life riding a cock on horseback, for that matter. 

Finally he fell out of her, and had to pull the horse to a stop. They had 
covered almost half the distance back to the ranch. 

Joe dismounted first, and he helped Joanne off. The two of them reluctantly 
dressed, and she used her neckerchief to wipe off his saddle. At least she'd 
be able to enjoy the smell of semen until the stuff dried, which would be 
long before they got back to the ranch. 

The two of them mounted their horses and rode off together, heading back to 
the ranch, unaware that when they had stopped to dress they were observed. 

Slim Kevel and Bugsy Glass, two of the part-time workers at the dude ranch 
had been checking the ranch's fence posts, and had stopped and settled 
behind some rocks to grab a smoke. They'd heard the horses coming along and 
were more than happy they had hidden their own mounts behind the rocks with 
them. 

The two of them had been popeyed when they had seen their employer, stark 
naked, riding a horse with one of the customers, facing him. Even as the man 
slid off the two of them damn well knew what had taken place. They watched 
as Joanne and the man had dressed and ridden off, and then they began 
chuckling. 

"How d'you like that," Slim said. "The boss-lady went out and got herself a 
little cock." 

Slim didn't exactly live up to his name. He was actually very portly, but 
not quite fat. He was also a good-looking man, and one of the few people in 
the world who didn't think about the fact that he was twenty pounds 
overweight. He had a short, beak-shaped nose, round cheeks, and a merry 
twinkle in his eye. His hair was dark brown and curly. 

Bugsy Glass on the other hand was almost on the skinny side. His real name 
was Bernard, as Slim's real name was Alan, but it had been so long since 
either had been called by their real names, they had just about forgotten 
them. Bugsy had a broader nose than Slim, but everything else about him was 
much thinner. He was also four inches taller than Slim's 
five-feet-eight-inches. Bugsy wore a tan stetson and coveralls with a green 
flannel shirt. Slim, on the other hand, wore a sombrero, imagine leather 
chaps, a cotton shirt with two pockets, and tight-fitting blue jeans. Both 
wore cowboy boots and Slim had clamps without spurs that jingled as he 
walked. Both stared and smiled. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Neither Slim Kevel nor Bugsy Glass would have been what Joanne would have 
selected, however, when the two of them came into her office the following 
day, Saturday, and quietly told her what they knew, she became worried and 
asked, "Just what is it you boys want? Are you thinking of blackmailing me?" 

"Heck, no, Miss Joanne," Slim said, the spokesman of the group. "Ain't 
nothin' like that. Bugsy and me, we don't want to give you no hard time of 
it." 

"Obviously you want something," Joanne said to them, "or you wouldn't be 
telling me about it. You'd probably be spreading it to all the other boys." 

"Tell y'the truth," Slim told her, fingering his sombrero. "Me 'n' Bugsy, we 
don't get real high class women like you. Now y'don't have to say yes, and 
we'll understand iff'n you don't, but the fact is, iff'n yore givin' some of 
it away, well, Bugsy 'n' me would sure take it kindly iff'n you gave some to 
us." 

"I see," Joanne nodded. "What's to keep you boys from telling the others if 
I did throw something your way?" 

"Ma'am?" 

"Slim, it isn't a question of my being uppity. Normally I like to choose my 
own men. The two of you are trying to make the choice for me. Now there's no 
way on earth I can stop you from telling what you saw, but if I gave in to 
you, then you might tell the other hands about it, and all of them would be 
coming after me." 

"No Miss Joanne," Slim replied. "Bugsy and me, well we'd be kinda dumb to 
tell anyone, 'cause we'd be hopin' you'd like the two of us enough to go 
around with us again sometime in the future. I know it ain't right to expect 
nothin', and even iff'n you were willin' to go with us more'n once it 
wouldn't be one quick time after another. So y'see, we'll keep our traps 
shut 'cause to spill the beans'd be like killin' the goose what laid the 
golden egg." 

"Only in this case it's more like two ganders who are trying to lay a golden 
goose," Joanne quipped. "Suppose you give me some time to think on it, Slim. 
I'll give you my decision this Sunday." 

"Look, ma'am, our jobs here are mighty important. Iff'n you don't want us, 
we're not agonna force ourselves on you." 

"I appreciate that, Slim. I chose very carefully when I hired the hands who 
work here. Your jobs aren't in jeopardy, certainly not as long as the two of 
you keep your mouths shut." 

"Believe me, Miss Joanne, it never occurred to either of us to talk to no 
one else." 

Joanne spent the rest of the weekend with the other customers, seeing to 
their wants and needs, but for bedroom companionship she returned to Joe 
Feld. She slept with him two more times, and both times were fantastic. On 
Sunday, she felt sorry to see him leave. She didn't have too much time to 
moon over it though, because many of the new arrivals from Friday had to be 
looked after. 

It was after chow on Sunday evening that she called Slim and Bugsy into her 
room, and said, "I'll see the two of you tonight, after light's out, in the 
manmade lake cabin. Make certain no one follows you, understand?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Slim nodded, and the two fairly salivated. 

The manmade lake had originally been an old swimming hole that Joanne had 
ordered enlarged once she took over the running of the dude ranch. Now her 
visitors were also able to indulge in boating and fishing activities. There 
was a boathouse nearby, but on the other side of the lake was an old cabin 
which had been built by Joanne's grandfather, long before the farmhouse had 
been constructed more than two miles away, farther south. 

When she had been little, Joanne had gone to the cabin and imagined herself 
a girl living in pioneer times. It had logs for outside walls, a fireplace, 
and a large, old-fashioned, handmade bed with a goose-down mattress that, 
after all these years, was still as pleasant as ever. The cabin was one huge 
room with kitchen facilities in one corner, and in more recent times, a 
small bar in another corner to the right of the bed. 

When the two ranch hands arrived at the cabin at eleven-thirty, Joanne was 
there, waiting for them. She had been there almost a half hour, and she had 
fortified herself with a couple of drinks, something she normally didn't do. 
Not that either man was repulsive, but the thought of taking two men on at 
once was both, a little frightening and somewhat exciting, as well. 

Slim Kevel was, as always, nattily attired in what looked like something out 
of Cisco Kid times, while Bugsy Glass had settled for clean blue jeans and a 
clean shirt. Both men were smelling of deodorant soap. 

When the two men entered the cabin, noting the window drapes were already 
drawn, they each accepted a drink from Joanne, but their anxiety was more 
than obvious. Joanne purposely teased them by turning her back to them and 
standing facing the bar. She was wearing her usual see-through blouse, blue, 
this time, but there was no brassiere underneath. She stood with her legs 
slightly parted, and the slit up the side of her buckskin skirt revealed 
legs that curved enticingly in the high-heeled cowboy boots she was still 
wearing. Slowly, with her hands, she undid the buttons on her skirt, and 
Bugsy, in the act of drinking, froze. 

He was treated to a view of her lovely thighs as she removed the skirt. Her 
flesh was still as white as the snow-capped mountain tops, and he realized 
her panties were flesh-colored, and almost nonexistent, they were so skimpy. 
She beckoned to Slim Kevel, and the man approached as she faced them. She 
raised her right leg while leaning back against the bar, and Slim assumed 
the classic position to help her remove her boots, pointing his posterior in 
her direction, bringing her leg between his thighs, and pulling on the boot 
with both hands. It slid off very easily, and as she withdrew the foot, she 
rubbed it in Slim's crotch, her bare toes tickling his testicles. The man 
shuddered. She did the same thing when he removed the other boot, and Bugsy 
put his drink down on a small table nearby, licking his lips. He was still 
unable to believe this was actually happening to them. 

Joanne motioned Slim off to the side, letting him stand near the bar. Bugsy 
looked at his slightly rounded chum and decided Slim was unquestionably too 
calm considering the circumstances. Slim folded his arms, basically to hide 
his clenched fists. 

Her blouse came down to her rounded buttocks, and she began opening the 
buttons, one at a time, and Bugsy's eyes fought to jump out of his head as 
he stared. 

With the blouse still on, and the last button still buttoned, Joanne 
stopped. Reaching beneath, she removed her panties, kicking them in Bugsy's 
direction. He caught them on the fly and sniffed them, inhaling deeply, 
thrilling to the lightly musky scent mingled with some light cologne she was 
using. She turned her back, letting the two men look at her naked white 
buttocks. 

Joanne was getting something of a kick out of all this. It pleased her to 
know she was apparently able to turn on all men. 

Bugsy knew she had no brassiere on under the blouse, and once it came off, 
she'd be stark naked. He panted with anxiety, searching his mind for the 
right thing to say that would make his boss take off the last little article 
of clothing. What? He found himself incapable of thinking as his eyes gazed 
at the roundness of the two firm rear cheeks, separated by a hairline-thin 
crack. Half moons of shadows hung beneath the buttocks, basically because 
the one electric light in the cabin was a strong wire stapled to the ceiling 
with a light bulb screwed into a makeshift socket. The effect was to make 
the buttocks seem soft and yet heavy. 

The blouse was finally unbuttoned and it was removed, but Joanne remained 
with her back to Bugsy, and her profile to Slim. She moved a little, letting 
her ass-cheeks wiggle, and walked to the other side of the bar. She bent 
down, reached around and took a bottle from the other side of the bar, and 
all the while the two men stared, looking at the way her beautiful buttocks 
stretched, provocatively. Bugsy stared in lewd, horny fascination the entire 
time, looking at the shadowed cleft between her thighs as she bent over, 
blonde hairs glistening in the room's single light, but not enough to light 
up the pussy they surrounded. She seemed to move so easily, so 
uninhibitedly, very conscious of the strong impression she was making. 

She stood up very abruptly, turned around, and ran her tongue over her lips, 
making Bugsy almost cream in his jeans. She was staring directly at him, her 
breasts heaving up and down, so beautifully naked, so arousing, so 
delightful. His breath was coming hard and heavy through his nostrils as he 
took in the delightful sight of her nakedness. 

Bugsy stared, bugeyed, looking at the fullness of her breasts, seeing how 
large and perfectly round they both were. That is, they were large for a 
tiny woman like Joanne,. Snow-white, they were tipped with tea-rose nipples 
that were taut, swelling, and jutting up and outward. They were a pair of 
twin exotic fruits of delightfully delicious sweetness, and as he watched, 
her two hands began running up and down the sides of her body. One hand 
moved around in front and began cupping the heavy swollen bulges of her 
breasts, one at a time. With her pink tongue lodged between her whitely 
glistening teeth, the beautiful blonde slowly approached Bugsy, seemingly 
offering him a breast as she pouted very prettily, moving close enough to 
rub a thigh against one of his knees. He simply stood there, rooted, 
incapable of moving, not knowing what to do or what to say. 

Bugsy shot a glance at his companion, feeling a little worried since Slim 
almost always took the lead in things like this. In fact, Slim took the lead 
in everything they did. However Slim, while staring hungrily at Joanne, was 
smart enough to allow the lady to do her own selecting at the moment. He was 
clever enough to know his own turn would eventually arrive. At the moment it 
wouldn't do to let Bugsy see him lose his cool. So even though he was 
inwardly on fire, he relaxed and gave the impression that he was unaffected 
by all that was happening. 

Joanne backed up, and Bugsy moved with her, and suddenly she was pushing him 
down, making him sit on a small stool in front of the bar. It wasn't really 
a barstool, just a three-legged wooden stool that was really too low for the 
bar. Now that Bugsy was seated, he was eye-level with her navel. He stared 
as she ran her hands up and down her body, caressing her flesh, rubbing it, 
making him stare and slaver. She spread her thighs and let one of her palms 
slid into her crotch. 

Lifting one foot, she placed it flatly on Bugsy's knees, letting him catch 
the wafting scent of arousal steaming from her vaginal trench. Her fingers 
ran over her thighs again and again, each time dipping between them into her 
vagina, so that when she removed her hand from her groin, letting her 
fingers drift under Bugsy's nose, he sniffed like a bloodhound. When he 
leaned closer in an attempt to push his face between her thighs, she dropped 
her leg to the floor and danced away from him. 

Now it was Slim's turn. She walked over to him, moving slowly, sinuously, 
and though he tried appearing calm and collected, the truth was he was on 
fire as she purposely began rubbing her full breasts against his right arm. 
She even nuzzled her nose into the side of Slim's throat, but when he would 
have turned his face to kiss her, she pulled her face away, letting him know 
that if he intended enjoying her, she intended enjoying teasing the hell out 
of the two of them, first. 

She stood between the two of them now, the standing Slim and the seated 
Bugsy, and the latter was holding his breath, trying to swallow a mouthful 
of saliva. His temples were pounding and his groin ached as he felt his 
swelling cock seemingly getting larger and larger than it had ever been 
before. He was unable to take his eyes from the lovely white, shimmering 
torso of the woman who paid their salaries every week. He stared, a robot 
under her control as she moved near him and let him look at the golden hairs 
surrounding her muff and coating her pelvis. The hairs were light, sparse 
sprinkles of gold strands, yet they were more arousing than any darker bush 
Bugsy had ever seen. 

For the first time Bugsy was aware of Joanne's breathing. From the heaviness 
of it, it was obvious she was becoming as excited teasing him as he was, 
being teased. Now he was able to see the full lips of her curving vagina and 
he saw they were pulpy and full, convexing in a delightfully wanton pout 
very much like the sexy appearance of her lovely lips as she watched his 
continued reaction, slowly undulating and pumping her hips back and forth 
before his eyes in a tormenting way, thrusting her pelvis so far forward he 
was able to see the gleaming slit of her vagina and the way it glistened and 
glittered in the lone light bulb's yellow rays. 

Slowly she moved closer, her other hand once more lifting her breast, moving 
nearer and nearer to Bugsy, her body quivering and writhing with sinuous 
motions as she forced her body between his knees, wedging them apart as she 
stood close to him. She moved closer, closer, closer, bending over just the 
littlest bit and offering her breast to his mouth with her hand as she 
pressed her hotly naked self against him. 

Bugsy felt like a timid deer, nervous, startled, very wary, certain that at 
any moment he would either wake up from a fantastic dream, or his buddy Slim 
would interrupt and there was going to be a fracas between the two of them, 
because this was one time he wasn't going to simply back off and let Slim 
get firsts. He rolled his eyes around the room and finally saw Slim standing 
to his left. The chubby man was standing with his two palms up as if to say, 
"She wants you first, buddy. Go ahead!" 

Bugsy shut his eyes and opened his quivering lower jaw. He shivered, feeling 
the tautness of the pink nipple and the warmly licentious softness of the 
rest of her swollen mammary against his nose and chin. He sucked inexpertly 
on the nipple, twirling his tongue around it and he was surprised to hear 
Joanne moan, feeling her actually lean into him. 

Joanne was starting to enjoy herself immensely. She had never considered 
herself a wanton woman, before, but at the moment there was no question 
about it. She was as wanton as any whore in existence. She wanted to get 
laid. Yes, that was it. It was a common, vulgar expression, but it suited 
what she wanted, perfectly. 

Obviously she wasn't making love with these two men, since love had nothing 
to do with it. She was sating inner physical desires, using their bodies as 
they wanted to use hers. So, common and vulgar as it sounded, she was 
getting laid-or very shortly would be doing just that, and she intended 
enjoying every last little bit of it. 

Then, as if she were fainting, she allowed her body to sag, falling as it 
were into Bugsy's arms. Bugsy was smart enough to hold her up, standing up 
as he felt her hands reach between his thighs, caressing his inner loins, 
feeling around for his throbbing cock as she continued to sink. He finally 
released her and she slowly sank to the floor as if she were some honey 
oozing down the length of him. She fell to her knees, directly before Bugsy, 
and her hands were unzipping the fly in his jeans. Her hand reached inside 
and began feeling his cock and she gave a little cry of delight as she found 
it. He felt himself jump and twitch, unable to believe this staid, 
straightforward, no-nonsense boss of his was actually caressing his cock 
with delicate feeling. 

Her hand made a fist around his organ and she pulled it out. Not bad, she 
thought. Bugsy Glass had himself one huge swollen penis, and she liked the 
size of it. She also liked the breadth of it. Slowly she began stroking it, 
pulling the loose outer skin back and forth, back and forth. 

A sound behind him startled Bugsy into almost losing his erection and he 
jerked his head around to see Slim moving from the side of the bar. 

"It's all right, it's all right," Slim whispered, sitting on the stool he 
had just vacated. "I just want to catch an eyeful, that's all." 

Catch an eyeful? It never occurred to Bugsy that his friend was one of those 
who liked to see others make it when he wasn't involved in the action, 
himself. But then he, himself liked to watch broads being screwed. He and 
Slim had often shared the same girl before, though they'd always taken her 
on one at a time. Maybe this was what the boss-lady had in mind, but one 
thing was certain, and that was, she was one hell of a lot more arousing 
than the tarts Slim usually dug up. Also, she was a high-class lady. Even if 
she was putting out for them, it didn't make her a tramp. As far as Bugsy 
was concerned, her doing this only made him admire and like her that much 
more. Hell! As far as he was concerned, she was like a little kewpie doll 
who had to be loved and cared for at all times. 

Joanne continued stroking Bugsy's cock, yanking solidly on it, pulling it 
until it actually hurt the man. It was bulging something fierce, as it had 
never bulged before, and he felt a great wanton wildness mounting in the 
shuddering depths of his aching loins, and he didn't care about Slim 
watching any longer. What the hell! Let the whole damn world watch! He found 
himself moaning and gasping. His boss was an angel, and she was building an 
experience in him he would never forget. 

He looked down at the delicate golden-haired doll kneeling before him, 
staring at the way she manipulated and stroked his throbbingly bare-penis in 
her small hand. He stared at the way she stroked the outer flesh back and 
forth, back and forth, and his pink mushroomed head looked so swollen and 
bloated, shiny with the penis's own secretions. Then his eyes bugged out a 
little farther because he realized her pursed, tantalizing lips were mere 
inches from the tip of his phallic length. He gasped, feeling fire roil 
inside him as he saw the softness of her tiny, pulpy lips separate and her 
pink tongue suddenly reached out and slowly slid forward to touch the 
throbbing tip of his penis. A shudder of deep lewdness swept through his 
totally aroused physical self, feeling the delightfully soft warmth and 
wetness of those lips. 

Joanne was enjoying herself immensely. She was fast learning that if all 
penises didn't look, feel, and taste alike, certainly the differences were 
simply in the measured amount of enjoyment she received from each. If 
Bugsy's cock was not quite as thrilling to her as that of her foreman, she 
had to admit she liked it better than Joe Feld's, which in turn was better 
than that of Harry Traveler. This was unquestionably the most enjoyable 
thing she had discovered since starting to work on the dude ranch, and now 
she understood why her girl friends in high school and college had been so 
hooked on it. 

like a starving, ravenous person she opened her lovely mouth wider as her 
pretty face darted forward. Bugsy gasped as the hot wetness of her sweetly 
grasping lips and tightly sucking mouth wrapped solidly around the shaft of 
his penis, and then she was actually sucking, pulling on it. He stared down 
at her, looking at the fullness of her roundly outthrust breasts. Her head 
was already rhythmically bobbing back and forth, back and forth, and her 
other hand was reaching around and gripping his buttocks through his pants, 
squeezing hard. 

Bugsy snapped out of his funk, intent on enjoying all this to the utmost. 
Reaching down, he grabbed the lovely blonde's face between his hands, 
tangling his fingers in her golden hair, and he spread his legs wider apart 
while shoving his pelvis forward, ramming his penis deep, deep into her 
mouth, feeling the heated softness wetly surrounding his shaft. He closed 
his eyes and began moaning with delight. 

His breath was coming hard and heavy, and he had to stare down at her again, 
looking once more to make certain it was really his employer doing all this. 
All the while his hips continued obscenely pumping as he held her head in 
place with his hands. Her mouth sucked greedily, anxiously, hanging solidly 
onto his cock with lips that pouted in a lascivious way each time he yanked 
his penis back. He saw the shaft of his throbbing organ was coated with her 
lipstick as he slowly crammed the full length of it back into her mouth. Her 
hungry tongue twirled around the cock repeatedly, sending spasms of 
delightful pleasure coursing up the length of his shuddering spine. 

She was spreading her own thighs as she knelt in front of Bugsy Glass, and 
her left hand found its way between the soft columns of her thighs. As both, 
Bugsy and Slim watched, her hips began rotating and pumping with the loose, 
lewd action of a ball-bearing mechanism. All the while her fingers caressed 
her vagina which was richly moist and pink, and widespread with desire. 

Bugsy glanced behind the woman, staring at Slim, who was standing there in a 
trance, unmoving. There was a rapt expression of awe on the man's face, 
letting Bugsy know his buddy had never seen a woman this wantonly aroused. 
Slim was so hypnotized by all this, he wasn't taking advantage of the fact 
that the rear of her cunt was toward him. 

Bugsy looked down again and watched as the boss-lady stuck a finger deep in 
her dripping pussy, and then started sawing it in and out, keeping time as 
her hips gyrated and pumped with a lascivious motion. 

This was too much for Bugsy. With a guttural gasp of panting desire he 
forced her lovely head away as she fought to orally cling to his cock. As a 
matter-of-fact she fought very hard, her puckered lips making a wet smacking 
sound as he pulled his tortured cock free. He loved the way she gave head, 
but he'd be damned if he'd let the night pass without fucking her. What was 
more, Joanne was well aware of the torment inside the man, and she was 
thrilled that she was the one who had built it. She realized there was a 
certain thrill in getting it on with a new, different man. Sure, there were 
times when she would go back to Elliot Black, but the real pleasure was in 
finding different cocks to caress with her lips and with her vagina. 

Her hands now tore at Bugsy's large belt buckle, and she pulled his pants 
open with a wanton disregard as he removed his own shirt by popping buttons 
all over the cabin floor, literally tearing off his shirt. She scrambled to 
her feet, her rounded breasts jiggling as she helped the man out of all his 
clothing. The minute he was totally naked the two of them embraced and 
staggered, unable to keep their footing. The pair fell to the floor making a 
loud crash, with Bugsy on top of Joanne. There were old, old buffalo hides 
all over the floor to protect them, and they lay there for a moment, the 
breath erupting out of the two of them, each seeing stars and trying to 
catch another breath. 

Joanne lay there, delighted at the feeling of his throbbing prick rubbing 
against the softness of her tender belly, and she made soft, mewling sounds 
as she began writhing and twisting, undulating under the weight of him, 
trying to either move herself up or him down, hoping to feel his penis 
rubbing between her thighs. 

Bugsy was massaging her breasts with his two hands, feeling their fullness, 
noting the way her thighs were already splitting beneath him. She was not 
only opening her loins, but bending her knees back, cradling him in the V of 
her, splitting her hot, moist cunt wide open, anxious to feel him slam his 
throbbing cock into her wriggling molten depths and have him fuck her with 
all his might and main. 

Now it was Bugsy's turn to do a little teasing. He wasn't normally a 
cold-blooded man, but he was smart enough to know when a woman was having 
fun at his expense. With a calculating cunning born of wild passion, he put 
the thick head of his throbbing penis against the soft lips of her delicate 
cunt and he rubbed it up and down, back and forth over her delicate slit as 
Joanne moaned and squirmed, her mouth hanging open with wanton desire. 

"Fuck me!" she gasped out loud. "FUCK ME HARD, FUCK ME DEEP, BUT FOR 
HEAVEN'S SAKE, FUCK ME!" 

The word "fuck" burned into his simple mind, and the man sensed a dark 
lewdness tense his body as he continued running the head of his throbbing 
penis up and down her well-oiled slit as she sighed and squirmed, her eyes 
tightly closed, her mouth hanging open with wanton desire, saying "Fuck me! 
Fuck me!" A dark lewdness tensed his body as he continued rubbing his prick 
against her pussy, feeling her labia starting to gape wider and wider, 
feeling her body shiver with delight every time the organ touched her 
distended clitoral bud. "You have to fuck me!" she begged, her voice wild 
and high-pitched with excitement. 

Her fingers reached forward, around his body, running down his spine, 
feeling each inch of his back as they explored lower and lower. Her hand 
moved past his waist and he closed his eyes and tried not to moan with 
delight. He dared not think what else this woman was capable of doing. 

With a frenzied movement her hands, both of them now, she cupped the flat 
cheeks of his hairy buttocks and she did her best to yank him toward her, 
pulling him on top of her, aching to feel him shove his cock into her cunt. 

"Fuck me, now!" she insisted. "Fuck me any way you want, but hurry up and 
fuck me!" 

Her words drove Bugsy mad with desire. Her lovely face was distorted and 
wild with passion as her head thrashed back and forth, sending her short 
blonde hair whipping this way and that. Then, as he tensed, preparing to 
drive forward, he felt one finger find its way to the crack between his 
buttocks and burrow its way in until the fingertip touched his anus. With a 
yell and a bellow, anxious to avoid the probing finger, he drove his hips 
forward, ramming his penis into the hot squishiness of her softly juicy 
pussy. It sank all the way home into the deep mysterious depths of her 
being. His cock felt hot and hard with the delicious sensations of her wet 
pussy tightly contracting and pulsating . around his shaft as if determined 
to hold it a prisoner in the depths of her womanly abbey forever. 

Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her very tightly against him so 
that her head fell back as he lifted her rib cage from the floor, he quaked 
as her jutting breasts pressed into the solidity of his chest. Now he began 
fucking her, moving slowly in the beginning, easing in and out of her swamp 
of desire as thrills continued blistering into her. Joanne responded wildly, 
gyrating her hips like a whore gone mad, anxious to fit more of his cock 
inside her, if it was at all possible. From having looked at it, she as 
certain there was another fraction of an inch that would yet fit into her. 

Bugsy lost all control of himself and he began powering his prick into her 
with all his might, his dangling balls slapping against her exposed buttocks 
as he lifted them off the floor with each thrusting stroke only to slam her 
cheeks right back down again. 

It had been a long, long time since he and Slim had found one of those ugly 
doxies Slim almost always managed to come up with, and it had been that long 
since Bugsy had enjoyed any kind of an orgasm or, for that matter, sex of 
any kind, and he felt his semen building more and more swiftly as, with 
undeniable delight he thrust into her with the power of a bulldozer gone 
totally out of control. He fucked with insane and wild abandon, his penis 
moving in and out of her cunt like the piston in a car engine pumping in and 
out of a valve. At the same time Joanne was being fucked toward her own 
ecstasy, wiggling her buttocks and thrusting her pelvis up to meet the 
downward attack of his savage pumping as her eyes closed and she let her 
mouth hang open in wondrous rapture. 

"I ... UHHHHH ... CAN'T . . .OOO-HHHNNNHHH ... HOLLLLD IT..." Bugsy was 
gasping. 

"OHHHHH N-O-O-O-O-O..." she cried out, turning and looking at Slim still 
sitting on the stool. The man was sitting forward, on the edge of the round 
seat, watching the two of them on the floor with glazed eyes. 

" AAIIYYAAGGHH AARRGGHH!" Bugsy bellowed, splashing his sperm into her. 

"NO! WAIT! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE!" she cried, 
redoubling her efforts, thrusting straight up with all her might, her vagina 
squeezing the hard, pumping, spurting penis intent on never releasing it. 

Slim, seated quietly all this time, was staring at the scene, feeling an 
inner sense of mounting excitement building in him. Bugsy was fucking their 
boss almost brutally, lifting her off the floor and slamming her body down 
against the buffalo hides with thumping thuds. The blonde woman was covered 
with perspiration and wriggling under the man, her breasts alternately 
jiggling and being flattened each time he crashed down on her. Her face was 
wild and her hips were pumping obscenely. Slim grinned a tight, cruel grin. 
This was what he liked. Once a woman was in a state like this, there wasn't 
a damn thing she wouldn't do. All the times he had been with Bugsy, he 
realized he had been getting his rocks off first, and then the woman was 
willing to do anything for his buddy. Well this time the boss-lady, of her 
own volition, had chosen to let Bugsy go first, and this time he, Slim, was 
going to benefit from it. He forced himself to remain under control with a 
fine-honed edge of sexual fury building in him. After Bugsy had spent 
himself he would join in the action and they'd really have one hell of an 
orgy this time. It had never before occurred to him he would be doing 
something like this with his boss. Un-like Bugsy, there was nothing 
sensitive about Slim. All cunts, with the possible exception of his mother, 
were the same. He accepted that if he ever did marry, it wouldn't be a 
virgin. Hell, he didn't even want a virgin. He thought all women were 
fabulous: ugly, beautiful, or anywhere in-between. Whores were as good as 
society women as far as he was concerned. 

He sat back on the stool, thinking his buddy ought to enjoy himself to the 
fullest. Their boss was a woman really worth fucking. Hell! She wasn't an 
uptight bitch, either. Every now and again one of the female guests at the 
ranch teased him into fucking her, but almost always she would be uptight 
about something or other. It was obvious his boss was one of those chicks 
who liked everything. 

Bugsy was panting heavily, and his heart was pounding, racing swiftly as he 
felt his climax mounting until it seemed to fill his entire groin. He was 
shooting like a battleship cannon, and the hot mercury pouring through his 
urethra and blasting into the tight funnel of the woman beneath him almost 
seemed to be tearing his head off. Blast after blast scattered into the 
tight depths of the woman's up-thrusting cunt, and he wanted to make her 
climax, too, but realized his cock was already starting to soften. He 
continued thrusting, pouring his load of white-hot sperm into her as his 
toes tingled and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. 

Still the semen pumped violently from his shrinking penis, filling her 
vagina and seeping out the sides, oiling her interior and making it so much 
easier for him to continually pump and push his penis in and out of her. He 
kept on pumping as long as possible, but his strength was quickly fading 
now, his muscles turning to taffy, his bones turning into cartilage, and 
finally, with a loud, satisfied moan, he collapsed on top of her. 

Joanne was a long, long way from being satisfied. She fought underneath the 
man, gyrating, writhing, and squirming her hips in the hope of urging him 
on. But it was no use. He was totally limp. With another long moan he 
withdrew, pulling his penis, now limp like a dangling worm, out of her and 
rolling over on his back and lying totally spread-eagled on the floor. 

Joanne moved above him now, an unrestrained, wild woman. Bugsy opened his 
eyes a mere slit to see her straddling him, kneeling, her hand pulling on 
his slippery, sperm-soaked penis, trying to stiffen it enough to push back 
into her vagina. Her full breasts were beating against her chest, heaving in 
a wild, excited way as she leaned over him and gasped, "Come on, Bugsy. You 
have to fuck me until I climax, too." 

But it was no use. No matter what she did, he was temporarily out of 
ammunition, and with a feline cry of strangled rage she got to her feet and 
glared down at him. He looked up at her to see her straddling him, her 
slender, shapely thighs and ankles on either side of his supine torso, her 
hips thrust forward, her greasy vagina still leaking the remnants of his 
sperm. He stared at the pouting pussy as she reached between her thighs with 
both hands, using her fingers to pull the lips wide apart, her upper arms 
bunching around her outthrust breasts, pushing them together as she looked 
down at him. He stared as she spread the pink labia wide, and he was able to 
see beyond the dripping semen into her pink depths, seeing the way her 
vaginal interior pulsated and contracted with lascivious desire. 

As he stared, she fell to her knees, pressing her buttocks into his hairy 
chest. She crouched lower and lower, moving her vagina closer to his face, 
her cunt lips widely spread and inviting, one fingertip madly caressing the 
budding extension of her clitoris. Her hot pussy was directly over his face 
now, her legs fully bent, split wide apart, and he reached up, seized her 
hips, digging his nails and his fingertips into her flesh while Joanne shut 
her eyes, sighing and moaning with pain and pleasure. Bugsy Glass did 
something he had never before done in his life, something he never dreamed 
he would do. Slowly he licked with his tongue, dredging into her vagina, 
wiggling it around. 

Joanne screeched, going mad with desire. She began groaning and crooning a 
soft, tuneless tune as she thrust her hips forward and pumped her cunt into 
his face in a frenzied way, eager and anxious to fit more of his working 
tongue into the depths of her seething pussy. 

Slim Kevel raised his eyebrows. Though he had lapped a pussy or two in his 
time, he had never seen Bugsy do it. Standing up, he realized he was still 
unnoticed by the other two. He went behind the bar and poured himself three 
stiff fingers of scotch, and tossed it all down. The boss-lady was one 
helluva swinger, and twice as good, no, ten times as good as anything he had 
encountered, previously. He crouched now, moving on his hands and knees, 
staring at the way his buddy was lapping her clitoris with the flat of his 
tongue, and he stared with wide-open eyes as Joanne threw back her head and 
shouted, "Yes, yes, do it! Make me climax! Yes!" 

It was too much for Slim Kevel. He was no longer able to remain a spectator. 
He quickly undressed himself, neatly folding his imagine clothing and 
putting it all on the large bed. His own cock was nothing at which to sneer, 
perhaps a quarter of an inch shorter than Bugsy's, but at least a half inch 
broader. 

Seizing Joanne under the armpits, he dragged her off his horizontal buddy 
and across the room to the one chair that was there aside from the stool, an 
overstuffed Morris chair her father had picked up at an auction many years 
earlier. He forced her to lie across the chair, face down, so that her bare 
buttocks stood up as her pelvis pressed against the right arm of the chair. 

Bugsy, lying on the floor and panting with his exertions, looked up to see 
Slim nakedly standing over their .blonde-haired boss. Joanne's head was 
hanging over the other arm of the chair, actually hanging down, her short 
yellow hair not obscuring her beautiful face in the least. Her buttocks were 
closer to Slim's face, and the slightly pudgy man was staring at them and 
watching, as if in a licentious dream as she slowly separated her thighs as 
wide as possible, bending her knees a little. 

like that of most natural blondes, Joanne's smooth skin was a creamy white, 
and the portly ranch hand saw her slender thighs and her rounded, adorable 
ass-cheeks nicely bared, the rounded flesh spread wide so that her tight, 
puckered anus was clearly visible. Her pink vagina, surrounded as it was by 
pubic hair, spread wide again, letting the man see the glistening pink walls 
as the internal flesh continued shuddering and twitching as it dilated and 
contracted with desire. 

Bugsy stared too, wishing he was able to become part of the scene. He gazed 
at the way Slim stood behind her with his thick prick gripped solidly in his 
hammy fist. He was looking down at the woman's buttocks, staring at her 
begging pussy, wearing a wild grin of lust on his face. 

A funny thing was happening to Bugsy. As he watched he realized he was 
becoming aroused all over again. Usually Slim went first with a woman and he 
took seconds, after which both of them would return to the ranch. But having 
gone first this time, even after having peaked, he was getting hot all over 
again. As he watched, Slim pressed the bulbous head of his throbbing penis 
against her vagina, spreading the vaginal lips wider, wider, wider, making 
them a perfect O. Joanne was voluntarily lifting her buttocks with a soft, 
sighing moan, wiggling them in a lascivious way, trying to urge him to 
plunge more of his penis into her. Her vagina was wide open now, the pink 
lips stretched very taut. Little by little Slim was pushing his penis into 
her, filling her with it. 

Bugsy lifted himself up on one elbow and watched, his own throbbing cock 
first starting to swell all over again. His stomach burned with the drink he 
had half-swallowed before, and looking at the small table, seeing the drink 
still sitting there, he rolled over and grabbed it, then tossed the rest of 
it down. He looked back at the other couple, now wild with desire. Slim was 
positioned directly behind their boss, spreading his legs and bracing 
himself, and Bugsy literally crawled across the floor, stiff cock in hand, 
moving to one side to see things a little bit better. 

It seemed as if Slim's bloated phallus was going to split the lovely blonde 
woman right in two as the pudgy man leaned forward. With a licentious 
plopping sound and a cry of utter delight from Joanne, the heavy cock 
finished sliding the rest of the way in, the towering instrument 
disappearing from view. Slim sank it into her slowly, moving it forward like 
some primitive battering ram, and just as slowly and just as lasciviously 
Joanne began pumping her hips, gyrating them. Her clitoris rubbed against 
the heavy material on the armchair, and this served to heighten her lust and 
excitement. 

Bugsy still found this entire tableau impossible to believe. First, he had 
just fucked his boss, a woman hitherto considered unapproachable by 
everyone. He had fucked her while Slim had sat by and watched; which was 
unbelievable, since Slim almost always demanded going first. Slim had 
actually nodded and had given his approval of it all. Now Bugsy was watching 
his buddy fuck this same boss in a delightfully obscene way. Although he had 
never previously thought about this as being anything other than fun, there 
was definitely a lewdness about watching two other people fuck. It was so 
exciting, so licentious, so inwardly lascivious about actually fucking with 
his buddy watching him go first, that he felt equally aroused now knowing 
his buddy was taking his seconds for a change. The "seconds" happened to be 
their boss, so this made it doubly exciting. 

He crawled closer, wanting to see every little detail of the blonde woman's 
humiliation. Humiliation? Hell, no! That was certainly the wrong word to 
describe what was happening. The woman would have been humiliated had she 
been forced into it or conned into it, but in reality this was as much her 
doing as it was theirs. It was depraved, it was wild, and it was thrilling, 
but no one was humiliating anyone. All kinds of differently wild primitive 
thoughts were racing through Bugsy Glass's mind as he continued crawling 
closer, moving underneath them so he was actually able to look up and see 
the way Slim's cock sank into Joanne's cunt. The great truncheon was pushing 
forward and burying itself to the hilt on each inward stroke in the woman's 
tight, wet pussy, and Bugsy watched her vaginal lips, tightly stretched 
around the throbbing shaft, and saw the labia convulsing as she used her 
crotch muscles to contract around the penis as her rounded ass-cheeks 
screwed up while she spread her thighs as wide as possible without actually 
falling off the arm of the chair. Slowly the chubby ranch hand pulled out 
his lubricated penis, then once again sank it right back in again. Bugsy saw 
the woman's vaginal lips roll out each time Slim withdrew, and it appeared 
her labia were clinging to the penis with all their strength. Then, as Slim 
slammed his mighty cock right back into her, Bugsy saw the inner lips 
suddenly become taut and roll in on themselves until they were completely 
covered by the sparse curls of her pubic hair. 

Each time Slim slammed home, the slender white body of the blonde ranch boss 
would contract and her rounded breasts would lurch and wobble in a 
delightfully obscene way as she gasped out a little moan. Slim's swollen 
organ was like a huge piston of a great ship first getting under way; slow 
and ponderous at first, but gradually picking up both rhythm and speed. 

His strong legs very widely spread, holding onto his boss's hips with his 
two hands, Slim Kevel was leaning forward, crouched over the lovely woman 
and really slamming it home to her, making her body jump and quiver as she 
cried out with wildly thrilled delight at the sensations within her. 

She raised her head and used the back of her hand to wipe perspiration from 
her eyes, then turned, looked back and down on the floor, and beckoned to 
Bugsy. The more slender ranch hand got to his feet and walked around in 
front of her face as she motioned for him to do. As soon as he got there, 
she reached up, her arms seizing him around the waist, pulling him close to 
her. Again he felt her hot, wet mouth close over his throbbing cock as her 
hands slid down and her fingers sank themselves into the cheeks of his hairy 
ass. He found himself staring eyeball to eyeball with Slim, staring into the 
man's face as Slim fucked their boss from the rear and she sucked his cock. 

Bugsy was wild now. A combination of too little sex over too great a period 
and the glut of sex he was now receiving made him crazier than ever, and 
more bold than he had been in his entire life. He bent his knees a little 
and gripped the adorable blonde's head firmly in his hands, then cocked his 
hips and crammed his throbbing cock as far as possible into her mouth, the 
head pushing into her throat. It felt hot, wet, and delightfully 
tantalizing. He looked down and saw her delicious nakedness coated with 
sheets of perspiration. The dually penetrated woman bucked and churned, 
rotating her hips and bobbing her head as the two men battered her body from 
either side of the chair. 

Bugsy went wild, a man completely mad with desire. He laughed out loud, 
feeling a thrilled recklessness he had never felt before in his entire life. 
When he made it with all the whores Slim had introduced him to, he had 
somehow always been afraid to be too overbearing and strong. For some 
reason, even though paying for it, he felt he didn't have the right to abuse 
a woman. Now, for the first time, he was aware how much a woman wanted to be 
lovingly abused, and he proceeded to do so. Her lips were solidly locked 
around the hardened stiffness of his throbbing shaft of cock, and the harder 
he pumped his hips into her face, the harder she pulled with her lips, 
sucking and slurping so loudly, it almost drowned out the squish-squish of 
Slim's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Slim was pounding his prick into 
her with greater and greater power, and the more he fucked her, the j more 
she undulated and gyrated her white buttocks. 

The two men had to use all their strength to hold her down as she continued 
to madly writhe and wriggle in an abandonedly sensuous way, up on h knees 
now on the right arm of the chair with her stiffened arms and hands gripping 
the other arm, supporting her body as Bugsy held her lovely face in place 
and she sucked on his throbbing cock as if she were intent on ripping it out 
of his groin. She sucked and chewed and bit and ate as if the flesh of his 
penis was her only sustenance. Bugsy was unable to believe what was 
happening, but he realized yet another climax was starting to build inside 
him as her body seemed to curl with tension. 

Joanne also felt something as the huge organ swelled in her mouth and 
throat. It was the most wondrous of all feelings, because she was about to 
climax, only the climax was not going to originate in her vagina, this time. 
Much as she loved feeling the big cock fucking into her cunt, the orgasm 
building in her was mounting in her throat. Nerve-endings in her gullet were 
constantly being massaged by the head of his penis. 

"UURRCCHHLLGGMMPPHHAAWWAA-GGHH!" she gagged, and her body fell into a deep, 
overpoweringly shivering state as it tensed, then sagged. She sucked even 
harder, pulling so strongly on his penis, the man was unable to resist the 
power of her lips. 

"AAIIGGHHAARRGGHHUUNNGGHH!" Bugsy gasped, throwing his head back, his mouth 
hanging wide open as he fired what little sperm he had left down her throat. 

Joanne's cheeks were ready to burst as she gulped down the hot semen. It 
filled her mouth, bloating her cheeks, flooding her gullet. She swallowed 
and began sucking more strongly, hoping to pull something out. 

Her hot cheeks hollowed as she struggled to sip some drops of delicious 
sperm from his penis, but there didn't seem to be any left. This didn't stop 
Bugsy from enjoying the feeling of orgasming, and his hand grabbed the top 
of the chair as he pumped his cock into her mouth again and again, staring 
at the way Slim's lubricated penis continued pumping in and out of the 
vaginal tunnel beneath her widespread buttocks. 

Bugsy sensed his entire body literally melting, this time, and he pumped 
forward again, trying to unleash some more seminal fluid, but his balls 
hadn't manufactured nearly enough to replace the original amount he had 
deposited in her cunt and then licked out, afterward. Unable to remain 
standing, he fell to the floor, his once-more wormy cock slipping from the 
tight depths of her mouth. For a brief instant rubbery strings of semen ran 
from his penis to her lips, and then she snapped them in, sucking it all up. 

Joanne, refusing to let him get away so easily, followed him, the upper part 
of her body bending over the left arm of the chair, making a contented 
rattling sound in her throat as she let the two of them know she had 
experienced one climax, already. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips widely 
smiling, her body quivering in a series of fine, fast climaxes from her 
original oral orgasm while her buttocks and breasts shook vibrantly under 
the constant fucking of the wild cock nailing itself into her cunt as Slim 
was now kneeling on the chair cushion, following her across the chair, never 
once missing a stroke. 

He was fucking solidly into her pussy even as her hung-over face was close 
to the floor, and her ripe breasts dangled beneath her, jumping and 
palpitating obscenely as the man was all over her, fucking her with solidly 
brutal thrusts, his face contorted and twisted as he rode her to another 
orgasm. This one, in her vagina, was no less fulfilling than the first one, 
and she screamed, "AAIIEEYYAAGGHHAARRGGHH!" and dug her fingers into the 
buffalo hide, beneath. 

Slim, not far behind, also bellowed long and loud and unleashed great 
amounts of seminal fluid into her vaginal tunnel, pumping until he was empty 
and his sperm was running out of her while his cock shrank to near 
nothingness. 

"MMMMM!" the woman murmured. "Boys, suppose we try it one more time, only 
I'll suck Slim and Bugsy, you do the fucking." 

"I'll never make it again," Bugsy insisted. 

"Sure you will," she told him, caressing his cock and sucking it. 

That was when both of the hands realized it was going to be a long night. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In all the time she had been running the Triple-T Dude Ranch, Joanne had 
never really been called on to play cupid. Sure, a lot of people met at her 
ranch and affairs began, some of which terminated in marriage, though most 
simply terminated. As a result, she was taken completely aback when Ron 
Friese, a recently arrived guest at the ranch asked to speak privately with 
her in her office and explained he wanted her to help him rape his own wife. 

"Mr. Friese, this is something more than a little out of my line," she told 
him. 

The short man, all of five-feet-six-and-a-half inches of him, was sitting in 
the chair across the desk from her own chair. He had shiny black hair that 
was combed straight back, and a face that was covered with freckles. His 
nose was straight and neither too long nor too short, but he had small eyes, 
small lips, and a small chin. 

"Let me explain," he said, trying to see if the fuschia blouse she was 
wearing was a see-through with a matching colored brassiere underneath, or 
if the blouse was transparent on top and opaque further down. "My wife and I 
were married only three days ago. I love her desperately, and she loves me, 
but because of her parents she's always been afraid of sex." 

"That's still none of my business," she insisted. 

"The day of the wedding, right after the ceremony, my wife panicked. Now 
this was supposed to be where we would honeymoon. She grabbed our two 
tickets and came here without me. If you recall, I had to call ahead and 
make a second reservation." 

"I remember something of the sort," Joanne nodded. 

"Well, when I came here, my wife refused to look at me, to speak with me, or 
have anything to do with me. I even offered her an annulment, simply so she 
can have peace of mind. She didn't turn it down, but she didn't accept it. 
That must tell you something." 

Joanne nodded, saying, "It tells me your wife loves you underneath her 
fears. All she needs is time." 

"Hey, if I thought she'd come around in time, I wouldn't be bugging you, 
Miss Tolliver. Unfortunately that won't work." 

"What makes you so certain?" 

"Here," Friese said, handing her a letter. 

At the top of the letter was the name Ralph T. Furness, Ph.d M.D. F.A.C.S. 
Doctor of Psychiatry. 

The letter read as follows: 

GAIL CORNELL HAS BEEN A PATIENT OF MINE FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS, AND IT HAS 
BEEN MY EXPERIENCE SHE IS A WOMAN WHO WILL CONTINUE PROCRASTINATING AND 
PUTTING THINGS OFF UNLESS ACTUALLY FORCED TO DO THEM. SHE HAS CONFIDED 
CERTAIN THINGS TO ME WHICH I MAY NOT MAKE PUBLIC, HOWEVER, I THINK IT 
SUFFICIENT TO STATE THAT WHEN SHE WANTS SOMETHING VERY MUCH, SHE WILL 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY RESIST IT ALL THE MORE, THINKING IT BAD SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE 
WANTS IT. REASONING AND LOGIC HAVE NO PLACE IN HER EXISTENCE. SHE IS A YOUNG 
WOMAN WHO MUST BE MADE TO DO THINGS, FORCED, SO TO SPEAK, UNTIL SHE 
EVENTUALLY ACCEPTS SUCH THINGS AS NOT BEING EVIL OR WRONG, BUT COMMONPLACE. 

The letter was signed by Doctor Ralph T. Furness. 

"Cornell," Frise said, "is my wife's maiden name." 

"Mr. Friese, you've put me in a very difficult situation," Joanne said. "I'm 
not usually a mender of broken marriages..." 

"But ours is a marriage that never got started," Friese insisted. "Look, I'm 
not asking you to help me seduce some strange woman. All I want is to be 
able to make love to my wife. I may not be the world's greatest expert in 
lovemaking, but I know she's basically a hot-blooded woman. All I have to do 
is get her started. Once that happens, she'll get going on her own. But if I 
simply walk into her room, she'll start screaming and putting up all kinds 
of a struggle. If you help me, I'll gladly pay double the going rate, and 
even if my wife says no, I'll pay it. I won't bother you again, afterward." 

"That sounds fair enough," Joanne mused. "All right, Mr. Friese, I'll help 
you. I have an idea. It's simple enough, but if your wife is in as frazzled 
a state of mind as you say, I'll go along and help, and she'll never be the 
wiser that it's me." 

"Thanks a lot, Miss Tolliver. You have no idea how much I appreciate this." 

"I'll have an idea when you leave here, and you translate it into dollars." 

"Hey, don't worry," Friese told her, standing up. "I gave my word, and I 
always keep it." 

The short man left her office, and Joanne smiled to herself. She had never 
watched another couple making love. It might be an amusing sight to see. It 
would certainly be an interesting sight to see. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The evening was starlit, but Gail Friese didn't seem to care. Her 
exceptionally beautiful face, looking like something an artist had conjured 
out of his mind when trying to picture Helen of Troy or some other famous 
beauty, stared through the window of her dark room at the campfire in the 
distance, where all the other guests were sitting in a circle, enjoying a 
barbecue. Gail had jet-black hair that was long and streamed past her 
shoulders. Her nose was short, slightly uptilted, and looked like something 
a sculptor had chiseled. She had large, round eyes, rosy cheeks, and a pert 
pucker for lips. She was a classic beauty, and she knew it. It was her 
beauty that had made her so hesitant in life, always thinking she was able 
to do better, yet wondering about what she had already done. The rest of her 
body matched her face, with breasts neither too large nor too small, a 
slender waist, nicely rounded hips, and gorgeous limbs that tapered inward, 
nicely. When she stood with her knees together, there was almost an inch of 
space between her thighs. 

At that moment she was wearing a blue bathrobe with nothing else underneath. 
Her mind was engrossed with a million different thoughts as she looked at 
the distant campfire, and as a result she didn't hear her door open and the 
two people walk in. However she did hear the door close, and turning around, 
she gasped, recognizing her husband. 

"You!" she snapped. "What are you doing here?" She hugged her robe all the 
more tightly around her. 

"I was forced to come," he told her. 

"Get out before I call the manager and have you thrown out," she insisted. 
"You're only my husband in name, not in fact." 

"I can't," he told her. 

"Oh yes you can," she said, walking over to the phone. 

"Oh no he can't," a female voice said, and for the first time Gail became 
aware of the female standing in the shadows behind her husband. 

At first she thought the woman, whose hair was hidden beneath a large, 
broad-brimmed stetson, had her face hidden by the over-hanging shadow of the 
hat's brim. But as the woman came a little closer, she saw sequins shining 
and realized the woman was wearing a mask. It glittered in the distant 
firelight. 

"Who are you?" Gail asked, terrified. "Get out of my room at once." 

"Y'all might say ah'm the one who sees to it no man fools around with other 
women out hyar. But faint fair to keep a fella in line iff'n his own woman 
tries acuttin' him off. So I'm hyar to make sure yore husband gets what he 
deserves. You!" 

"I'll scream," Gail insisted. 

"Ain't never had a gal scream yet," Joanne said with her purposely put-on 
accent. "Y'all care to guess why?" 

"I suppose it's because you made all these women do what they really wanted 
to do in the first place," Gail snapped, as if mocking her. 

"Right. And honey, y'all aren't the least bit different. Ah'm gonna prove it 
to you." 

"Who the blazes d'you think you are to try and decide what's right or wrong 
for me?" Gail asked. 

"Maybe ah'm the good fairy," Joanne laughed. "In any case, we're agonna try 
and see iff'n you and yore husband can get along a little bit better." 

Abruptlv she produced a shiny single action colt .45. 

"What's that for?" Gail gasped. 

"Yore husband didn't wanna come hyar without it. He objected that y'd throw 
him out, sayin' somethin' 'bout you not really lovin' him. Ah hadda prove 
otherwise." 

"Just what are you trying to say?" Gail asked, feeling very frightened. 

"Ever since y'came out hyar, y'been a mopin' around and pinin', and actin' 
real down in the dumps. At first ah figgered it was 'cause y'all been hurt 
by a man. So ah left y'alone, not wantin' to make things worse. But since 
yore husband came htar, ah roamed around and learned the truth. Lady, yore a 
married virgin. No wonder yore so unhappy." 

"How can you find all these things out so quickly?" Gail wanted to know. 
"Who are you? Take off that mask." 

"No way, honey. like the Lone Ranger, man good deed would come to an end if 
anyone saw mah face. Yore husband told me about the way y'all stall alia 
time. The time has come to put an end to this hyar nonsense. That's why ah'm 
hyar." 

"Oh no you don't," Gail snapped. 

"Oh yes ah will. What's more, yore agonna love every last li'l second of 
it." 

"No!" the terrified Gail cried out, starting to sob and weep. "You can't do 
this." 

"This says I can," Joanne told her, waving the gun. "Off with that robe in a 
hurry, honey." 

"But I'll be naked," Gail wept. 

"Of course," Joanne told her, smiling. "That's what we'all want, isn't it?" 

"Oh no. Don't do this," Gail begged. 

"Off with the robe," the masked woman insisted, once more waving the gun, 
impatiently. 

"Wh-what about you?" Gail asked. 

"I'll be hyar the whole time," Joanne told her. "But only as a spectator. 
Mah joinin' in would serve no purpose at all. Y've gotta be broken of yore 
fear of yore husband, honey. So ah'm purely and simply gonna watch." 

She motioned with the gun, and the shuddering brunette slowly opened her 
robe and let it slip off. Ronald Friese stood where he was, frozen at the 
sight of his bride's stunning body. Her flesh seemed to glow many different 
colors in the firelight that was so far away, her body looking orange, her 
nipples almost masked by the color of the firelight. 

"Spread them there thighs, honey," Joanne insisted. "Ah want y'to let yore 
groom see whatcha have down thar." 

"This is inhuman," Gail muttered as Joanne walked to a straightbacked chair 
in the corner near the window and sat, her gun glinting in the firelight 
coming in through the window. 

Gail watched her, and following the motion of the gun, spread her thighs. 
Hell! If she had to show herself off to her husband she would do so 
defiantly. She knuckled her hips, her head held high, her breasts thrust 
out. Because the light was behind her, she appeared in silhouette. Glaring 
her defiance at her husband, she said, "All right, Ron. You've been wanting 
to see me naked. Well take a good look. It'll be the last one before I file 
for an annulment." 

Her angry attitude merely heightened the arousal in her husband. Her eyes 
were daring him to look, and her lips separated, not really meaning to be 
sensuous, yet making her look all the more desirable. Her lips felt dry and 
she ran the tip of her pink tongue over them, making the man's erection 
bulge. 

Gail was shaking, yet she refused to cringe before this strange masked woman 
who was so intent on having her way. If she was to be physically mauled, she 
would turn it to her advantage. She would seduce her own husband and then 
convince him to take the gun away from the masked woman. Once she had the 
gun, she would call the manager, and then get her marriage annulled. 

Her vagina was dry, and she knew from all her sex education courses to 
arouse her husband she would have to moisten her labia and make them gleam. 
She wanted her virgin pussy to look irresistible to the man. It was vaguely 
possible she would get him so aroused, she might convince him to attack the 
other man before laying hands on her. 

Ron had moved over to the window, and he was facing her with the distant 
campfire lights flickering over both of them. She reached down, slowly 
rubbing her slender fingers between her pussylips as the other woman watched 
from behind her. The pressure caused some of the lubricity to come seeping 
down and coat her labia, making them shimmer with unspoken promises of 
things to come. The soft, dark black fuzz on her pelvis seemed to shine 
excitingly as the dew from her interior came out and soaked it, making it 
glisten in the firelight. 

Joanne realized she was beginning to warm up watching all this. She was in 
no way fooled by what Gail was doing, anticipating what the brunette had in 
mind. Were their positions reversed, she would have tried the same thing. 
Good! In the long run this would lead Gail down the path Joanne and Ron 
wanted her to take. 

Gail's high, large, perfectly round breasts, tipped with the hard, nut-like 
nipples many another woman would have envied, were thrust out like twin 
mountains waiting to be climbed. Her white limbs, so smooth, so lithe, so 
willowy, seemingly curved inward as if reaching into her cunt. Her inner 
thighs were now glistening with the secretions already starting to run out 
of her hot cunt. 

Ron gaped, his eyes bulging, his mouth hanging open. Lord! She was every bit 
as beautiful as he had known she would be. Even so, he was unable to believe 
what he saw. She looked like perfection, itself. 

Joanne watched as Gail lightly stroked her vaginal lips in a way that let 
the blonde woman know that Gail had touched herself, before, probably in 
masturbation! 

Gail felt ashamed of what she was doing, but forced her-shame to remain 
hidden. She believed this was the only possible way for her to save herself. 
Otherwise he'd be stuffing his sausage-thick penis into her tender little 
vagina. Not that she was unable to handle it. She had masturbated with 
dildoes, but the thought of a living, heated penis pushing its way into her 
body terrified her. 

Gail's palms slid sensuously down the sides of her trembling body, running 
over her flaring silken hips, moving along her thighs and the flat of her 
stomach, into the indentation of her narrow waist, up along her outthrust 
breasts. She cupped the breasts, lifting them, squeezing them in a way that 
made her nipples stand out, reaching out as if to touch Ron. She rubbed her 
breasts, sensuously moving them up and down, then slowly lowered them so the 
palms of her hands traveled across the flat of her belly. Lightly stroking 
her stomach, she moved her fingertips lower, eeling them through her black 
fleece, her thumbs pressing against the bottom of her belly. 

Ron remained frozen, a statue, totally paralyzed by the wonder of his wife. 
The thrilling torso at which he was staring had captured him completely, 
though not in a way Gail would have wanted. She had made him completely 
determined to fuck her until her delicate inner membranes were sore from the 
friction. His throbbing prick was ready to tear through his underwear. 

Gail's fingers continued slowly moving through her jungle of black fleece 
toward her pink cunt lips. She used only one hand, and when her finger got 
to the top of her delectable crack, she used her thumb and forefinger to 
widen the slit of Tier tender pinkness, showing him her channel of soft 
pussy. Now her other hand slowly crawled down, the thumbs resting at the top 
of her pussy while the forefingers pressed against the bottom of each 
labius, letting her pull them even further apart. Slowly the wet lips 
opened, their beauty enhanced by the distant campfire light. They parted 
like the curtains on a stage, letting him know a drama was about to unfold. 
The shivering pink button of clit'oral capsule came into view, peering out 
from beneath a hidden membrane. The middle finger of her right hand took the 
place of her forefinger as she used the latter to press on her delicate 
man-in-the-boat. She rubbed the pulsating nub, causing even more heated 
liquid to come seeping out, running down the sides of her thighs. 

This was it! As far as Gail was concerned, she-knew she had to convince her 
husband to do as she wished now, or she would finally be forced into actual 
fucking. 

She continued stroking her shuddering clitoris, whispering, "Ron, darling. 
Take me! Hold me in your arms! I'm yours to do with as you please." 

Ron was salivating with want for her. He had to have her. All he cared about 
was getting into her soft pussy. 

"Don't think to try turnin' him agin me," Joanne drawled. "He's too far gone 
t'think of get-tin' violent, unless he has t'force y'all to screw. Be smart, 
keep on doin' what your doin', or he might go mad." 

Ron never even heard Joanne's voice. His mind was concentrating on the 
loveliness of his wife's lithe form. He was starved with desire for her, 
unable to believe she was actually calling to him now, really wanting him 
after all this time. The red in her cheeks might have been caused by a blush 
of embarrassment, but as far as Ron Friese was concerned it was the fever of 
desire. Looking at her this way, fueled his desire for her even more. 

Joanne watched as he moved closer to his wife. Gail's finger was no longer 
hotly pressing against her clitoral bead. The look of wantonness changed in 
her eyes as she understood her husband would not be happy until he had 
plunged his hot, hard cock into her vibrant sheath. 

Gail was aware there was no way to stop Ron, now. Defeated, frightened, she 
turned and began walking toward the bed, her dimpled ass-cheeks winking at 
her husband as if urging him to follow her. 

She lay down on the still-made bed, staring at the way her husband's body 
burned with a vivid flame as he felt an all-consuming desire for her. She 
parted her thighs with her knees upraised, revealing the wet pink flesh of 
her dripping pussy. 

"Now!" Joanne said to Ron. "Go on, sink into her. She doesn't realize it, 
but she's worked herself up to a fever pitch, and while she's at the height 
of that fever, go ahead and fuck her." 

Ron undid his belt with shaking fingers, kicking off his shoes, then letting 
his pants drop. He tore off his shirt and underwear, standing in socks he 
didn't want to take the time to remove. He was out of his head with desire 
for his wife, and when his undershorts fell to the ground, his solidly thick 
penis with its bright coral head and tan shaft stood straight out in front 
of him, aiming at the woman as if pointing the way to her cunt. 

Gail stared at the phallus and had to admit her husband looked better than 
any dildo she had ever used. For the first time since her escape after the 
wedding she began to feel how foolish she had been in running away from him. 

"Ron," Joanne whispered, standing behind him, her hand on his bare shoulder 
urging him forward, "shove it into her, fast and hard!" 

"Yes," Ron repeated as if mesmerized, "fast and hard." 

"Fast and hard," Gail echoed. "Hurry, hurry before I freeze and I'm afraid 
again, hurry!" 

A whimpering cry tore itself from the depths of the man's being as he hurled 
himself onto the bed beside his wife. He pulled her lush body into his arms, 
pressing her fully swollen breasts with their nut-like nipples against his 
own chest. The warm, earthy, vibrant smell of her filled his nostrils, 
making them widely flare. His lips showered burning kisses on her lovely 
face, her throat, her breasts, and into the valley between them. His rubbing 
hands caressed the full globes of her buttocks. 

Still masked, Joanne watched as Gail's panting increased. Fear began 
mingling with desire, and the desire became very evident in Gail's eyes. She 
was gasping heavily with lust now, breathing into her husband's ear, fanning 
the flames of tormented wanting even more. Then Gail's tongue licked out and 
teased her husband's earlobe. 

Ron wriggled on the bed, squirming between his wife's thighs, and he lifted 
himself to his knees, reaching down with his left hand, grabbing his cock. 
Before he was able to do anything, Gail reached down, pushed his hand away, 
and grasped the penis, herself. Her fingers encircled the throbbing cock and 
squeezed it, tightly. 

"Now!" Joanne urged. 

Gail writhed under Ron, making herself as comfortable as possible, still 
feeling a little fear, but also feeling tremendous desire. Her thighs 
separated even more widely, her watering cunt lips waiting and pulsating, 
anticipating his attack. 

Her hands were dancing up and down the length of his shuddering spine now, 
pressing on his shoulder blades, feeling the firmness of his back, squeezing 
his flat, hairy buttocks, moving over this new and alien form she had 
discovered. His vibrating penis eased its bulbous head carefully into the 
tenderly narrow, moss-lined slash of her lusting pussy. 

The woman arched her young body for a moment, and Joanne took the 
opportunity to take one of the pillows from the head of the bed and slide it 
under the small of her back, raising her body. The way Gail lifted herself, 
she hoisted both, her own torso and that of her husband into the air. 
Joanne, feeling very daring, reached beneath their bodies and with the 
fingers of one hand parted her cunt lips even wider, while with her other 
hand she guided the thickly throbbing meat toward the juicy, watery inner 
flesh cradled between the pouting portals of her puffy labia. Slowly, very 
slowly Gail's body sank down onto the pillow, shuddering as she felt the 
solid prong throbbing so strongly between her creamy thighs. 

Ron moved his own hands now, caressing his wife's creamy shoulders, pushing 
her further back on the bed, rubbing his own chest against the fullness of 
her breasts, enjoying the way her nipples massaged his own flesh., Gail's 
taut muscles rippled strongly underneath her white haunches. She moved like 
some kind of feminine robot created expressly for the purpose of being 
fucked. Her entire form wriggled and squirmed with sensual motion. 

"You like it, don't you," Joanne whispered to Gail, kneeling on the dark 
side of the bed. "Admit it! You like it!" 

"I ... I don't know," Gail insisted. "I'm still nervous, afraid ... I don't 
know..." 

Ron's breath was coming out of his lungs in heavy pants, his mind ablast 
with lascivious wanting. He moved his hands lower, cupping the full moons of 
her buttocks in both hands, pulling her sweetly succulent cunt against his 
pulsing penis. He let the knob of his anxious penis slide up and down the 
wet length of her sticky slit, sensing the interior getting even hotter and 
stickier as Gail's passion began building more and more strongly. The young 
bride's hips began an automatic rotation without her realizing it, pressing 
the rubbery knob against her creaming cut. Then her thighs widened as her 
legs lashed out on either side of him, wrapping themselves around him, her 
calves pressing on his ass-cheeks. 

"Yes!" Gail finally gasped out, at last. "Yes, fuck me, Ron! I want you to 
fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me! Then fuck me again!" 

The man was pressing his pulsing penis against her sodden pussy with 
maddening haste, and Gail, in turn, was meeting his rush by raising her 
moss-covered vagina. Joanne used her hand to guide the heavy penis until its 
tip was sliding through the oil-soaked vagina. Even then, when only half the 
tip was inside, Joanne rotated the heated length around inside the flooding 
pussy, listening to their mixture of sighs and moans. Ron was anxious to 
feel the full length of his throbbing organ pressed into her soft interior, 
aching to feel the fullness of her hairy groin pressing against his own 
crotch. He was anxious to mingle his own wiry hair with the soft down 
covering her pussy. His magenta penile head throbbed with excruciating 
pleasure, and he knew he just had to bury it all the way in. She was his to 
fuck, and fuck her he would, right now. 

Flexing his hips with a hard, solidly driving plunge, he rammed his large, 
rock-hardened penis all the way into her narrowly tight tunnel, filling her 
wetly gaping narrow cunt, cramming home with overpowering violence. 

"Ohhhhhhh LorrrrrddddduuuuuhhhhhV Gail shrieked, not used to having such a 
thickly throbbing spear of living meat wedged into her pussy. 

Joanne heard it right away, and instantly realized it was much a scream of 
delight as it was one of discomfort. Here was a woman who had seemingly been 
more stubborn about her virginity than she, and it turned out she had 
surrendered more easily than she. 

Much as she would have loved to remain, Joanne wisely realized it was time 
for her to withdraw. She didn't want either of them to see her when they 
completed their orgasms. So she silently rose and walked out the door. 

Ron Friese thrilled to the tightness of his new wife's tight pussy as it 
slid wetly and burningly around his embedded sword of phallic muscle. It was 
as if her vagina was a mouth with a very deep throat, minus a tongue, 
swallowing and gobbling the full length of his pulsating penis. It glided 
through her moistly tender tissues until the head pushed into the tight 
bottom of the depths of her feminine pocket. The pressure made his heavy 
testicles whack against her buttocks with a resounding slap that echoed 
through the room. Then, having speared the entire length of his solid penis 
all the way into her, he wasted no time in rhythmically fucking deeper, 
moving in and out of the writhing, squishy vagina. His body timed itself to 
instantly match hers as they each fucked against one another, pounding into 
each other's flesh. Gail felt the fear melting away as heated anxiety 
blasted through every part of her anxious body. Her movement urged her 
husband to fuck her all the more quickly. 

Ahhhh . . .yes, yes, she loved it. It was better than any artificial olisbos 
she had ever used. It was sincerely wonderful. Her voice moaned into his 
ear, her teeth nibbling on his lobe as she thrilled to the wonderful way his 
penis moved inside her. 

The two of them were lost in a mad frenzy of wild thrashing, fucking 
insanely all over the bed as they sought their individual climaxes. Gail was 
spinning her hips wildly as she churned her hotly slavering vagina around 
the solid ramrod buried inside. She thrilled to the throbbingly wonderful 
sensations in the depths of her womb, wondering why she had been afraid of 
something like this. Her tight vaginal tunnel dilated and contracted, 
rhythmically pressing against the steel solidity of the penis buried inside. 
The inner walls were like a million pulsing mouths sucking madly at the 
continually thrusting cock. The tenderly sticky lips of her down-covered 
vagina continued sucking strongly, slithering wetly along the length of his 
hot penis for several inches, nibbling one way, then the other. She 
continued to slam her sopping, matted hair against the bristling curls 
coming from his own mound as the full length of his rigidly ramming penis 
continued pushing its way into her. 

Gail moaned softly beneath her husband, feeling the heavy tool in her 
starting to expand, and at the same time sensed her own thrilled senses 
mounting and building until, with overpowering sensation, she came, 
screeching, "AAIIYYEEAA-GGHH AARRGGHHUUNNGGHHOOGGHH!" Her eyes rolled back 
in her head as she became a prisoner of total sensation, spreading her white 
haunches even wider as her husband began firing into her, bellowing, 
"YYAARRGGHHAANN-GGHHUURRGGHH!" 

Outside the door, Joanne listened and smiled. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Sex had become a necessary part of Joanne's life. She needed men as much as 
her ranch needed horses. With the passing of weeks she began sampling each 
of her ranch hands in turn, making certain beforehand they were discreet 
enough not to discuss what they did with her. Those whom she enjoyed, like 
Elliot Black, occasionally got a second and third chance to enjoy her. 
Though she was always looking for a new man to please her, she was also 
intelligent enough to throw away a good man once she got one. On occasion, 
she entered into a liason with a guest, though she usually checked the guest 
out well in advance. 

Once in awhile, as in the case of Harry Traveler, she didn't have an 
opportunity to do the selecting. Another such case was one that happened 
less than two weeks after the Friese couple left following a happy fortnight 
at the Triple T. 

The Fitzpeter brothers, Franklin and Patrick were a pair of happy-go-lucky 
salesmen who traveled through the middle of the country visiting the many 
little appliance stores and dumping all kinds of second-class merchandise on 
them at low prices. Once a year they took a vacation from seducing the 
daughters of farmers and shopkeepers and went to some lodge or hotel with 
the idea of picking up some loose pussy. If they were each able to pick up a 
different female, fine. If not, since they were brothers, they shared and 
shared alike. 

Franklin, who was really far from shy, was still the less extroverted of the 
two brothers. He had curly brown hair, a bland face that looked even worse 
when he put on glasses. like his brother, he was five-feet-ten-inches tall, 
but there the resemblance between the two of them ended. Franklin found 
lying considerably more difficult than Patrick did. He wasn't quite as good 
a salesman, though he was the better con artist when it came to talking a 
woman into bed. He was slender, and he always wore brown. Even at the dude 
ranch he wore brown slacks, brown shoes, a brown shirt, and even his glasses 
had brown frames. 

Patrick, on the other hand, in spite of being the ore handsome of the two 
brothers, was also the nately more cruel of the pair. His hair was darker 
brown than his brother's, and it was straight, not curly. No lie was too big 
for him, no distortion too great. He automatically accepted the fact that 
all other people lied as much as he. 

Though he never did see Joanne involved with any of her hands or the guests, 
he automatically assumed someone was making it with her, and he figured if 
someone else was able to do so, there was no reason why he ought not to get 
his share. In the first week that he and Franklin were at the dude ranch, 
their score with the single female guests was an absolute zero, and Patrick 
was determined that he would be better off making time with the boss than 
trying to force some guest to his way of thinking. 

One evening he relayed his thinking to his brother. 

"I don't know," Franklin told him. "It doesn't seem like such a smart idea 
to go after the lady. She doesn't look like the kind who'll put up with it." 

"Come on," Patrick insisted. "She's gorgeous, and between the two of us we 
ought to give her a time like she's never had." 

The two brothers signed up for the private riding lessons Joanne gave, 
insisting she teach the two of them, together. Since a lot less of her time 
would be taken by teaching the two brothers at once, Joanne willingly 
agreed. Franklin was willing to let Patrick choose the time and place, and 
Patrick suggested to Joanne that she show them all around the place. Joanne 
took them along the private paths at first, through the small desert and the 
tiny wooded area, and the hilly, rocky areas. She also led them by the lake, 
but boating was in full swing that day, and there was no way Patrick was 
going to get her inside the cabin that overlooked the lake. 

Finally Joanne led them onto the farm property that her parents and 
farmhands worked. Her mother and father were in the fields, checking the 
crops, and Joanne even stopped and spoke with them for awhile. The two 
brothers overheard the parents tell Joanne they wouldn't be returning to the 
farmhouse until the late afternoon. Joanne rode on with the Fitzpeter 
Brothers, and when they came to the farmhouse, it was she who suggested they 
take a rest. 

After using the powder room, Joanne offered the two brothers a small snack. 
They accepted, suggesting they would be able to add to the meal. Patrick 
produced two mushrooms and cut them up, raw, sprinkling them over the small 
salad Joanne put together for them. Patrick had gotten the mushrooms from 
Mexico, and these particular ones had been grown for the aphrodisiacal 
qualities they possessed. 

They had their salads without dressing, and Joanne noticed the mushroom 
sprinkles had a mildly bitter taste to them. Not that they were unpleasant, 
but they were definitely different. 

After the snack, they went into her parents' living room and relaxed. It was 
a small, cozy room, with two small sofas facing one another on either side 
of a fireplace. 

Franklin was the one who took the initiative. He sat beside Joanne while 
Patrick sat on the other sofa, and he put an arm around her shoulder. The 
blonde woman was already beginning to perspire as she felt wanton prickles 
teasing through her shuddering body. When Franklin suddenly yanked her close 
to him and kissed her lips, Joanne felt a tremulous sensation build in her 
throat and discovered she was sucking receptively on the man's tongue. For 
some reason she was suddenly in the mood for sex, and it seemed like the 
most natural thing in the world to become involved with the Fitzpeter 
Brothers. 

"Hey, like wow!" Franklin snapped. "Hey Patrick, this lady really knows how 
to kiss. Hey, maybe you ought to kiss my brother and show him how well you 
can do it," he suggested. 

"Uh, maybe we ought to start back," she said, trying to become rational. 

"Let's stick around awhile and have a little fun, first," Patrick insisted. 

The handsomer brother pushed Franklin aside and seized the lovely blonde 
woman by the arms as he sat beside her. He got to his feet, making her 
stand, as well. Where Franklin had been insistent but gentle, Patrick was 
forceful. He tugged her violently against him and pressed his mouth 
painfully to hers. 

"Dammit all to hell!" Joanne gasped, unable to understand what was coming 
over her. 

"You're right, brother," Patrick acknowledged. "She does kiss quite well." 

Joanne wanted to object to the way they were treating her, but for some 
reason found herself unable to speak. Her vision blurred for an instant, 
then re-focused. She looked at the slightly muscular Patrick in a way that 
had her eyes wandering gently over his flesh. It almost seemed as if she 
were able to touch his smooth, bronzed body with her eyes. She turned her 
eyes to Franklin, trying to understand why there was turmoil taking place 
inside her. Then Patrick was kissing her again, drawing her attention from 
his brother, and her hands pressed into his chest to discover he had removed 
his shirt. 

As she touched Patrick's bare chest images of eroticism came to her mind. 
Another hand touching her neck made her turn her head and look at Franklin 
again. He was standing to the side, a little behind her, snaking his hands 
around to knead her quivering breasts through her blouse and brassiere. 

"Let me get in on some kissing," Franklin insisted. 

They turned her around to face Franklin and the latter enfolded her in his 
arms. His throbbing penis pressed against her body, making him insatiably 
aware of a desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand 
flickering candles in her tautly firm belly, was accentuated when Patrick 
gripped her buttocks from behind. He kneaded them in rhythm to the other 
man's handling of her as Franklin slipped his hands under her blouse and 
squeezed her lushly swollen breasts. 

"Hey, you like having your tits squeezed," Franklin commented, seeing her 
close her eyes. 

HAAAUUUNNNGGGHH!" she gasped, not knowing why she was so willingly giving in 
to what these men wanted. 

A combination of the mushrooms, plus her own burning lusts made her 
delirious with excitement. Her feverish desire was flaring out from within 
her, and she was almost expecting to hear one of the brothers say, "Come on, 
let's strip down and have ourselves a ball." 

Joanne was slowly toppled to the floor between the sofas, but everything 
felt as if she were moving in some kind of hazy slow motion. She lay there, 
and Franklin unbuttoned her blouse. Now he was running his fingertips over 
her white, sheet brassiere that matched her white, see-through blouse. Her 
nipples swelled with thrilling rapture as his hands squeezed her roundly 
ripened breasts, holding them like two succulent melons in her hands. 

"Ohhhhh yesssss..."she hissed. "Do that!" 

Behind her, she was aware of Patrick tugging down her skirt as cool air 
rushed over her white thighs when the buckskin was tugged down and off. The 
air raced over her sheet white panties and seemed to seep into her vaginal 
opening, beneath the crotch band. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed. 

Patrick took off her boots, then said, "Come on, honey, you take off your 
own panties." 

She wriggled her body against Franklin, then ran her hands down her own 
naked body to the waistband of her white bikini panties. With a slow, almost 
dopey smile, she hooked her thumbs in the narrow elastic waistband and 
rolled the filmy material down a little at a time, tugging them over her 
full-fleshed thighs and slenderly tapering legs until she was able to kick 
them off her ankles. 

She glanced along the length of Franklin's body and noticed the man already 
had a stiff cock. The organ was pressing against his tight pants, pressing 
into the softness of her pubic mound. The lascivious tension seemed to 
increase, and everything to her seemed crystal clear. She felt utterly 
detached from all that was happening, but at the same time wildly sensuous. 
Arousal shot through her. 

Feeling the excited jerks of both penises against her body through the pants 
of the two men, she automatically reached down with her two hands and began 
squeezing the twin cocks. The blonde woman was unable to believe how brazen 
she was as her fingers seemingly moved of their own accord to pull down the 
fly zippers of both men. Two long, thick rods of desire-stiffened flesh 
lurched automatically out, and her naked hands curled around the two of 
them. At the same time, Patrick, lying behind her, moved his hands to cup 
the fullness of her rounded breasts, his hands squeezing and pulling on the 
fullness of her flesh mounds while his brother began tugging her legs wide 
apart and cupping one hand over her nakedly moist vagina. 

She worked the two hardening penises between the clasping fingers of both 
hands for several minutes until droplets of oily masculine lubrication oozed 
from the tiny slits in the center of their penile heads. Paradise had 
suddenly become a hard pecker in each hand. 

Pushing her away for a few moments, the two males hurriedly undressed 
themselves. She lay there, languorously staring at their bodies which were 
slender enough. Then the two of them fell to the floor beside her again. 

"Haaaooonnnhhh!" she moaned as their hands reached for her, pulling her 
greedily against their dually naked forms. 

Joanne gasped in lewd delight, saying, "Touch me, touch me, touch me!" So 
their lust-inspired hands coursed over their bodies, then touched her lovely 
form, making certain she was touching them, in turn. 

The voluptuous blonde lady lay on the earth between them, her arms loose at 
her sides, shuddering from the wicked sensations charging through her 
exposed body. As Patrick leaned over her, his thick, blood-engorged phallus 
rubbed warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing soft, wet frops of 
his licentious lubrication in his excitement. 

Joanne got a firm, tight grip on the two penises and squeezed them, tightly. 
She swallowed hard as the anxious hands of the two brothers continued 
roaming with greater urgency over her rounded torso. Her hands moved more 
rapidly than ever now, jerking the two penile shafts rapidly back and forth. 

Joanne was aware of a rising tide of implacable passion starting to quiver 
deep in her belly. The very defenselessness of her position and the 
impending ravishment of her slender form brought strange devils of desire 
out of her. 

Merely thinking about what these two men intended doing to her caused hot 
wisps of inflamed want to pulse through her tingling vagina as rivulets of 
hot vaginal moisture came gushing rapidly down between her thighs. She was 
in heaven. 

Patrick, who now lay on her left as she lay supine, began working his 
fingers into her vagina, slowly and expertly insinuating his fingers between 
her blood-swollen labia to widen and moisten her tight little passage, 
preparing it for the greater entry to come. 

"HAAANNNHHH!" the young woman moaned, trembling at the licentious spasms his 
moving fingers caused to charge through her walls. 

Franklin, on the other side of her, moved his head to one of her tiny, erect 
nipples and began nibbling and biting at it with a hungering urgency. 
Suddenly he grunted and shoved his brother aside, surprising the two of them 
with his newfound aggressiveness. 

The younger brother placed his hands on Joanne's hips, then slithered down 
over her prostrate body. Now his face was directly in line with the mound of 
her hot cunt. He wanted to suck and lick her pussy, and Joanne, sensing what 
he intended, hurriedly obliged by parting her thighs as far as she was able 
while rotating her hips, invitingly. 

With a quick movement of his thumbs he pulled the soft, hair-lined labia 
back to expose the wetly pink furrow of her inner vagina. The solid clitoris 
shimmered on top. 

All the while her hand continued skinning the length of Patrick's cock. She 
shuddered as Franklin pressed his face into the warm moistness of her 
vaginal slash, stopped for a moment and removed his glasses, then slowly 
wormed his way into her pussy. The two of them vibrated, he with the desire 
to taste more, she with the urge to feel more. His tongue ran over her 
clitoris into the pulsating smoothness of her thumb-spread vaginal opening. 
Then the licking organ stabbed itself all the way through like an eel, 
sinking deep into her feminine sink hole. 

"Thatta boy, Franklin," Patrick urged. "Just keep licking it, buddy." 

She thrilled to the heated wetness of Franklin's tongue filling her loins 
with wonderful lewdness. The aphrodisiac was really taking its toll, making 
her feel more sensual than ever before, and as a result she was enjoying all 
this with heightened senses in spite of the fact that Franklin wasn't really 
the most artful of cuntlappers. She reveled in the perversely wanton 
feelings as the man drew back to use his lips nibblingly at her clitoris. 
Then he more forcefully plunged his tongue into the wetly streaming 
passageway of her vagina. 

The wild thrill of wonderful slippery moistnes running into her body from 
between her parted thighs, added to the heavy gusts of breath showering her 
body from Patrick's mouth, filled Joanne's senses with constantly throbbing 
reminders that these men were really performing a depraved attack on her. 
Yet she was willingly allowing it. 

She lay on her back, her eyes blissfully staring at nothing. Her one hand 
stroked Patrick's throbbing penis even more strongly, while Franklin's 
tongue continued to maddeningly lick into her throbbing vagina. A building 
thrill of almost animal-like sensuality charged electrically through her 
naked body. It was ecstatic! Delightful! Wonderful! In her drugged state 
Joanne wanted it to go on forever. 

"Roll the lady over," Patrick insisted as he continued staring at the 
lascivious way his brother's tongue continued working through her flowering 
pussy. 

There was a moment of no sound other than the man's lewd slurping, and then 
Franklin lifted his face and said, "Wait a minute, brother. Then you can 
fuck her." 

"Hell, I want to go into the rear chute." 

"What? With her? Patrick, you have to be crazy." 

"She'll love it," Patrick insisted. "Man, don't forget, I ate some of those 
mushrooms, too. I'm just as hot as the two of you." 

"Brother, you have to be nuts," the younger brother insisted, still 
reluctant to take his mouth from Joanne's puckering pussy. Finally he said, 
"Okay, I'll go in the front way, and you can have that nice, round ass of 
hers." 

Joanne was so dazed by the natural drugs the mushrooms had put into her 
stomach and bloodstream, she took no note of what they were saying. She 
moaned disappointedly when Franklin pulled his mouth away from her steaming 
pussy, and the coolness of the room struck the wetness between her widely 
parted thighs, making her shudder. Damn! She had been so close to an apex. 

Suddenly her mind was penetrated by what the two men intended doing to her, 
and she shivered, but this time not with ecstasy. It just wasn't true. She 
had been looking forward to being fucked by the both of them, even sucking 
them a little, but what they wanted just wasn't right. It was inhuman to 
have a thick penis ramming into her rectum at the same time another one 
wanted to work its way into her pussy. She clenched her legs and buttocks 
tightly together in a frightened reaction to the horrible thought. She tried 
keeping them clenched together, but wasn't able to as Franklin applied brute 
force to open them. 

She was lying on her side now, feeling Patrick's hands pulling her 
ass-cheeks apart. She realized the tiny, vulnerable puckered ring of her 
anus was exposed to the man's eyes, and she flexed tightly at the gluteal 
sinews in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot from the cruel 
penetration she knew would be forthcoming. Her entire body stiffened with 
sudden terror as Patrick extended his forefinger and probed gently at her 
rubbery ring. Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger in as far 
as the first knuckle. 

Because her anus was clenched, resisting, the punching in of the finger 
hurt. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she groaned as a sharply searing pain shot through her 
body. "No! No! Don't do this!" 

The anxious Patrick Fitzpeter didn't stop with his finger only partially 
embedded. Without giving the woman the least bit of time to adjust to the 
strangely unnatural presence in her rectum r he shoved his finger steadily 
deeper until it was in to the second knuckle. Joanne shut her eyes in an 
attempt to ward off pain. His fingernail caught briefly in the soft flesh 
lining of her inner passage, sending a momentary bite of even harsher pain 
coursing through her. She groaned and slithered on her elbows on the 
carpeting, making another useless attempt to get away. 

"Oh no! You can't do this!" she gasped. "YOU'RE UUUNNNHHH ... 
HURRRTTT-IIINNNG MEEEEEEE!" she choked out hoarsely, wishing Franklin would 
stop his brother. 

But there was no movement from the other brother. She did feel his 
youthfully strong penis rubbing against her thigh in front as he stared at 
the way his brother was preparing to plunge into her. She was like a 
helpless maiden in the days of the Greeks, laid out on an altar, a sacrifice 
to the gods. Tears of shame and humiliation began coursing down her cheeks 
as she realized she was indeed going to be ass-fucked. 

The two brothers were going to fuck her at the same time. She realized there 
had to be something in those mushrooms she had eaten in the salad, though it 
was obviously nothing harmful since the brothers had also eaten them. Tears 
of fright and wanton terror began filling her eyes, but the two men were so 
intensely involved in what they were doing, they ignored her pained 
protests. 

Beaten, unable to fight back in the drugged state she was in, the sobbing 
blonde finally let her buttocks go limp to be used as Patrick wished. She 
mentally prepared herself for violent agony. 

"She has one nice ass," Patrick told his brother, digging his finger cruelly 
into her virginal rectum. He moved the finger around, widening the tiny 
opening, stretching it until he was able to shove a second finger in 
alongside the first. The two digits were dually embedded in the tightness of 
her rectum, and scissored around inside her, causing her to spontaneously 
jerk her body forward. 

Then the older brother yanked his fingers from her rear passageway, and 
Joanne heaved a sigh of relief, allowing her tormentor to force her thighs 
wider with his knees. She flushed deeply seeing the cruel smile on 
Franklin's face while the other brother was peering at her naked anus. 
Franklin pulled away from her and she jerked, lying flat on her belly now, 
feeling shudders when Patrick leaned his face down and actually spat into 
her rectal opening. 

"Up on your knees," Patrick insisted, confident he had this woman under 
total control. 

The trembling young dude ranch boss complied without a bit of hesitation. 
Moaning, she jerked her hips back up to a salaciously open kneeling 
position, the full white mounds of her buttocks swaying obscenely behind 
her. Her ass-cheeks were thrust high in the air, waving in apparent open 
invitation while her tightly clenched anus puckered with alternating 
sensations of fear and helplessness. 

As Patrick knelt behind her, he placed his hot hands on her fearfully 
quivering buttocks and once more tugged them wide apart. The solid, 
blood-stiffened length of his solid penis slid searchingly up and down the 
heated nether crevice, teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even 
greater size because of the obscene contact. Levering himself up on his 
knees, Patrick pressed forward slightly, directing his stone-stiff cock at 
the tightly clenched orifice of her anus. 

"GGGAAANNNGGGHHH!" Joanne gasped from the initial driving pressure between 
her widely opened buttocks. 

Lord! The penis was so huge. She hadn't had a chance to really look at it 
before, and it hadn't felt that large when she had gripped it with her hand, 
but now she was certain it was much too big for her to accept in her rectum. 
She wanted to get away, but Franklin had his bare belly now pressing into 
her lowered head, and though she tried pulling forward, he blocked her 
movement. Patrick's hands reached forward and dug into her shoulders, 
pressing them down and hard and flat against the floor. His muscularly 
rippling thighs reached even closer as the lascivious probing of his 
heatedly searching phallus at her puckered anus increased. 

A deep, soul-shattering moan escaped from her contorted lips at the searing 
pain that shot wildly through her loins as her tightly resisting rectum gave 
way before the unyielding pressure of the driving cock. 

" YAAANNNGGGHHH!" she gagged out as the throbbing blood-filled head popped 
itself inside. 

It was too damn big! Damn him! 

The cruelly unnatural intrusion brought overpowering waves of throbbing pain 
vibrating through her shuddering body, and she groaned in anguish as he 
thrust forward, filling her narrowly virginal rectum with his expanding 
hardness. 

Time suddenly became meaningless. She didn't know if a moment was passing or 
an eternity. Her eyes tried focusing on little dust motes floating before 
her eyes in the hope of warding off any pain, distracting her attention from 
what was happening to her. But it was hopeless. She seemed to be caught in 
an infinity of overpoweringly cruel agony and her eyes widened as his 
pressuring penis increased the pain until she felt the coarse hair of his 
loins smack heavily against the roundness of her lustfully impaled buttocks. 
The giant battering ram of flesh was buried to the hilt in her aching 
rectum. 

Franklin, the younger of the two brothers, was muttering silent obscenities 
to himself, until, finally unable to take it any longer, he said, "Okay, 
brother, now it's my turn. Turn her over and let me get to work." 

Joanne groaned as the stone-solid prick pushed all the way into her 
painfully stretched rear tunnel. Patrick's hands moved beneath her heaving 
belly, and he clung tightly to her as he rolled over on the floor, onto his 
back, yanking her on top of him. 

At once, Franklin eagerly fell onto her helplessly anxious body, positioning 
himself between her wide-stretched legs and shoving them even farther apart. 
He guided the swollenly bulbous tip directly into the clasping opening of 
her warmly moist pussy. 

"AAAYYYAAANNNGGGHHH!" Joanne shouted. "You're killing me!" 

Her loud protest suddenly ended in a choked-off gurgle as the excited 
Franklin rammed forward with a single mighty thrust that buried his 
blood-swollen solidity far into her churning belly, joining his brother's 
masculine organ sunk to the hilt in her narrow anus. Lying there, thoroughly 
impaled by the two lust-driven men, Joanne felt their combined rock-stiff 
shafts throbbing sympathetically, side by side, so to speak only a slender 
bit of tissue separated them. 

Now they began fucking her, thrusting in with solid lunges seemingly 
threatening to rip her loins apart. Falling into a mutual rhythm, they 
buffeted her helpless body between them as if she were Raggedy Ann, herself. 

Almost at once the impossible happened. 

Joanne, buried in a maze of self pity, suddenly realized she was no longer 
feeling pain. In fact, she wasn't even feeling discomfort. As she became 
certain the pain had disappeared, she became equally certain of mounting 
pleasure. 

Moving her hips slightly, finding the motion didn't hurt her, the obscenely 
skewered blonde began undulating her buttocks slowly at first, then with 
greater force as the pleasure mounted and her confidence in herself 
increased. Lewd thrills continued coursing through her shuddering body as 
she moved backward to meet the overpowering thrust of Patrick's cock 
plunging into her rectum, then rotated upward to receive the entire length 
of Franklin's penis. Her hips and buttocks moved in slow, seductive circles 
between the sandwiching loins of the two men. 

"AAANNNHHH!" she moaned as her nakedly voluptuous young body began writhing 
and twisting in uncontrolled abandon. "Fuck me you two sons of bitches!" she 
gasped. "Fuck harder! Harder! Don't stop fucking!" she gagged, groaning at 
the mental picture she had of the two brothers locking her between their 
bodies and dually pounding into her. "I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to ... oh ... 
HHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... AAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH ... EEYYAAGGHHAAWWAAUUGGHH!" 
she shrieked as she began orgasming, wildly writhing as she shouted out her 
release. It had hit her so suddenly, so quickly, so overpowering, and from 
two directions at once as she realized the nerve-endings in her rectum, 
being massaged by the penis in there was the reason why. She continued 
gyrating totally out of control on the two expanding penises moving inside 
her. She was going out of her mind with lascivious thrills as the whole 
world suddenly seemed more alive and exciting than ever before. She was 
unable to define the ecstasy she felt as the two men pumped their hotly 
throbbing shafts in and out of her contorting belly, making her realize 
there was yet another climax deep inside her, waiting anxious to come out. 

Patrick Fitzpeter and his younger brother felt her two inner passages 
flowering open around their aching members, and gushes of wet, hot liquid 
flooded around their furiously pistoning penises. 

"Fuck that ass of hers harder," Franklin gasped, himself on top and doing 
most of the work. 

The two brothers thrust faster, harder, deeper, digging far into the depths 
of Joanne's rectum and cunt, feeling the ecstatically aroused young ranch 
boss jerking between them a multitude of times. The muscles of her 
frantically heaving pelvis worked overtime, sucking at the two penises 
inside her, wanting to make them shoot, intent on milking all four balls 
dry. 

Joanne's gasping breath was coming in short, desperate pants as she felt 
them plunge deep inside her again and again. 

"I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to ... EEEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGHHHH ... 
HHAANNGGHHUURRGGHHAANNGGHH!" Franklin bellowed, and began firing his sperm 
into the chalice of her taut pussy, blasting one jet after another into her 
squeezing vagina. 

"Me, too, me too, me too," Patrick gasped, and then, 
"AAAIIIYYYAAARRRGGGHHAANN-GGHHUUNNGGHH!" 

Searing rockets of semen shot from the tips of the two phalluses, blasting 
into her quiveringly heated belly. The orgasmic juices mingled deep down 
inside her in a heatedly wet pool of abandoned passion far greater than 
anything Joanne had ever experienced before. 

The muscles of her drained and exhausted body finally gave way abruptly, and 
her limbs fell obscenely out to the sides on the floor now dappled with 
their co-mingled sperm. Sated beyond belief, the lovely and exhausted blonde 
lay on her back against the chest of Patrick Fitzpeter with the body of 
Franklin sprawled on top of her. 

Her heart pounded as if it would burst before finally slowing down. Finally 
it was over. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

That evening, Joanne realized sex had become too important in her life. It 
had taken almost total possession of her that afternoon, and when the 
brothers had drugged her she had fallen easy prey to what they had wanted. 
It was nice to make love with a man who really cared, but in spite of the 
overpowering sensations she had felt because of being fucked by two men at 
once, the feeling of a man caring was missing. She had experienced such 
feelings with Joe Feld and Elliot Black, and she had witnessed something 
similar when Ron Friese had made love to his own wife. 

There was only one solution, and much as she disliked the idea of limiting 
herself to one man, she knew there was no choice. She needed to find a man 
she would be able to love permanently. She was also rational and decided 
that she had to be careful just who it was she fell in love with. 

The man of her dreams didn't come immediately, and for the next four months 
Joanne was exceedingly careful about the men she allowed to make love to 
her. To begin with, she stopped the hands from enjoying her, with the 
exception of Elliot Black, though she only permitted him liberties very, 
very occasionally. Most of her affairs were now with the clientele, until 
winter. 

In fact, during the winter months, when things were slowed to a standstill, 
Joanne decided it was time for her to take a vacation, and instead of 
heading south, she went north. She had chosen a ski lodge for her vacation, 
and it was at the ski lodge that she met Eric Waltham. Eric was tall, 
blonde, nordic-looking, with the kind of body a woman was unable not to 
admire, and he took her out on the ski slopes and taught her how to schuss. 

Not a shy woman, Joanne slept with Eric the first night they were together, 
and felt something overpowering with the man no single man had heretofore 
made her feel. What was more, Eric felt the same thing with her, and the two 
of them refused to separate, except for those rare moments during the day 
when a call to nature made it mandatory. 

Eric was an economics assistant at a small college in the north, and from 
what she learned, he had a fairly promising future, though he would never 
begin to make the money she was making at the dude ranch. Without letting 
him know she was actually the daughter of the owners of the ranch, she 
brought him back with her and showed him the place she "managed." She 
convinced him to look the place over and see if he had any suggestions for 
improvements, and he did, almost immediately. Since she was in the middle of 
a land that enjoyed both, summer and winter temperatures, she ought to take 
advantage of both. He pointed out that she would be able to start a winter 
resort there as well as a dude ranch, and, in fact, would probably have to 
build a second ranch building to hold the skiers who would come down. After 
all, the hills weren't that far away, and snow buses would be able to take 
the passengers back and forth. Even better, if she were to apply for a loan 
and buy up the land between her dude ranch and the mountains-that is, if the 
owners were to do it-profits would probably quadruple in the long run. 

Joanne finally let Eric return to his college, but she felt a deep ache, and 
after a month, went looking for him. When she finally found him, she told 
him the truth about her being the daughter of the owners. She also was not 
the least bit hesitant about proposing to him. Eric, dearly as he loved her, 
insisted he had to make his own way in the world, and said he had no 
intention of living off her money. However, he had some money saved, and he 
was willing to buy into the ski resort half of the Triple-T, provided it 
would be called the Triple-T and W. 

Joanne agreed, and when Eric's final semester at the college finished, he 
came to Lansing, Colorado, bringing some male friends who were willing to 
invest in his idea. They would be in for very small partnerships. 

Joanne was content, because the major partnership was the one she formed 
with Eric when she finally married him, some months later. She did have one 
final idea before settling down to strictly management, and that was to hire 
four separate female riding instructors to keep the private extra-paying 
male guests happy. It turned out to be her best idea, yet, especially since 
the ranch hands also got their share from the female instructresses. 


THE END
