Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

Sandy cut the motor and got out. That was Kate's station wagon parked there by the side of the road, and it looked like there was no one in it. The big foreman walked across the gravel road and looked inside… just some stuff, a quilt, some packages, her purse. Hell, she couldn't be far! He walked around the car and saw the little rubbled path down the ditch as though someone had slid down. Of course. The blackberry tangle down there. Cole's wife must be down there picking.

"Kate?" Sandy called out from time to time as he went through the mass of bushes. When he finally found her, he almost stumbled over her, and for a moment he thought she had hurt herself. She was standing as though frozen, deaf and dumb to everything except what she was staring at through a break in the bushes. The basket laden with blackberries dangled lifelessly from her hand.

"Kate…? You all right?"

She turned a pained and frozen face toward him blindly as though she were a robot whose power source was fading.

"What's the matter? You feel bad?" There was something wrong with her.

Cole's wife didn't answer but turned away from him to stare again at the scene beyond the thicket. Sandy bent so he could see what she was staring at. His breath caught sharply in his throat. Jesus Christ, God Almighty! Down in the edge of the field a little below the blackberry thicket was a red convertible. A naked blonde girl was sitting on top of the seat of the car, and a naked man was hunched down between her wide-spread thighs, eating her hungrily grinding young pussy as though he had gone stark raving mad. There was no other red convertible for miles around, and no other streaked blonde hair like that!

Involuntarily the big foreman's hands reached out and bit into Kate's arms. She shook and quaked, and he pulled her violently trembling body back against him, for strangled, muffled moans were bubbling out of her throat. The pain in his chest was tight and unrelenting. That was Mela down there with her legs spread out like a Goddamn French whore and Cole Sutherland eating at her young, blonde-fringed pussy like a maniac! God damn! Sandy's hands bit deeper into Kate's arms as though they were her husband's throat. Jesus! A murderous rage was rising in the big sandy-haired man that literally blurred the naked bodies with a red haze.

"Ohh, noooo!" Kate moaned and the moans were bleats of anguish that tore from her chest to come out in pitiful small agonized sounds. She wasn't sure whether they came from her or from Sandy whom she hung on to as though he were a lifeline. She would have fallen without him. There seemed no way to contain the pain that ripped through her body so unmercifully. It went on and on with the inevitable certitude of a chill that racked one with the shivers of the damned. Dimly she wondered how long she could endure such pain.

Her eyes were glued to the nakedly writhing and groaning bodies. She didn't even know the girl… had never seen her. Cole had come home from France only last night, and today he was burying his face in another woman's vagina and sucking up between her lewdly spread thighs as though he was actually enjoying the wickedly perverted act. The woman was pulling his face into her as if she could never get enough of his scorching tongue. Oh God! What have I done, Kate wondered, to deserve this kind of hell?

Sandy held Kate's limp but straining body back hard against him. It seemed like her inner fiber was quivering with agony under the limp-with-shock muscles. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the salacious spectacle any more than the rancher's wife could.

He could see Kate's husband's big hands come up to cup and massage the beautifully naked breasts that Sandy'd thought were going to be only his, could see Cole's hands sliding like they owned it over the eager, nakedly writhing body that should have been his right! God damn it! He'd kill the sonofabitch! He'd kill them both! It was as though his whole life had been spent on a turn of the cards and that he'd known for sure he was going to win but now a sneaky bastard had cut him out and his whole life was going down the drain and there'd be no other chance.

Suddenly Mela's whitely tapered legs shot straight out, and the two naked bodies came together in a heap as the seat fell back, making a bed out of the car's interior. In her frantic twistings Mela had hit the seat button with her foot.

Silent sobs were shaking Kate now and the foreman felt her shudder against him. Sandy wrapped his arms around her slender body and held her against his chest. Poor Kate. That bastard Cole hardly home and here he was licking another woman's pussy. His woman's pussy!

Breath came out of Kate in tiny gasps of pain as she watched with stricken eyes the cavorting bodies of her husband and the unknown girl. They were laughing at being thrown so unexpectedly back. With the seat all the way down, the woman still was spread wide, only now she was lying on her back where she'd been sitting before and Cole was crouching over her with his massively throbbing penis, that great purple headed instrument hanging down powerfully under him, enormous, ready, hard, long and thick. That girl was going to get the penis up inside her that Kate had been denied last night. Oh God! She had to get out of here… but the obscene spectacle did have a strange unearthly fascination, masochistic in nature. If she stayed she would be hurt even more by what she witnessed. Kate knew she was powerless to move. She had to see this played out… the lewd and lascivious pageant of her husband's betrayal.

Sandy saw Mela reach up and grab his neighboring rancher's cock; her hand looked small and white against the bruising white rod. It was glistening and wet and ponderously erect. He could see Mela stroke it expertly – as though she had been jacking off men all her life and cup the sperm-bloated balls with her other hand. A moment later, holding her breath, she pulled him down on her by pressuring his stiffly pulsating cock forward until it rested tightly against her wetly quivering cuntal lips! Oh Christ! If only she was doing that to me, Sandy thought. The foreman's arms tightened convulsively around Cole's wife, and his hand of its own accord found the fleshy fullness of her breast, shaking and quivering in despair and shock. His other hand clutched the curve of her hip, and he ardently pulled her back into him and onto the long rigidness of his throbbing cock which had grown heavily in his jeans just from watching the obscene performance down there in the car.

"Ohhhh… oohhhh… noooooo!" Kate whimpered in her pained agony, her arm coming up to struggle feebly with the hand enclosing her breast so fiercely. It couldn't be! Sandy's hand didn't belong there… but it felt good… it felt almost the way Cole's hand used to… the way her husband's had looked on that strange young girl's breast. Kate wanted desperately to close her eyes and open them to find it was all a terrifying nightmare. It had to be! It couldn't be real. She'd just been picking blackberries; muffled sounds had come through the thicket and then she'd seen a flash of red; and when she squirmed closer she'd seen it… the whole horrible degrading scene. A nightmare! At first she hadn't even recognized her husband with his face buried so hungrily in that blonde girl's naked vagina, and then he'd raised his mouth and face, and a knife had plunged into her heart, and she felt as though she was bleeding internally and the flow went on and on and it hurt more and more!

Behind her, the foreman's hand hungrily squeezed at her fleshy tits, but somehow, that didn't hurt…

Cole poised on his toes, the head of his aching cock touching Mela's eagerly throbbing pussy. He could feel her incredibly soft pubic hair – like a rabbit's fur – and the swollen, moistly slickened flesh of her fevered cuntal opening nibbling hotly at the head of his cock. Jesus! He was going right out of his mind! There was something wildly exciting about fucking a woman out here in broad daylight with the bees and flies buzzing and the stillness of the earth around them and the air hot on their sweat-streaked bodies… God… it was indescribably sensual.