Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

Mela felt the hot, hard-muscled back under her hands and the mammoth pulsing hardness fucking deeper and deeper into her belly, so deep that it felt like Cole was ramming it up out the back of her throat, as though he had impaled her whole body on his giant cock, and she was helplessly impaled all the way through! Her eyes were closed against the terrible sun but she needed no sight to know what was happening to her body! She could feel every ridge and muscle and straining action, every inch of him. Even so, she wanted more; her heels came up to lock behind his calves that clenched and worked tightly in his labor, and her thighs closed around his lean stone hard hips, male and aggressive as the rest of him!

The words came tumbling out her throat and lips, kissing the words into the bronzed neck and ear, "Fuck me… oh, Cole lover… fuck me like you never fucked before… fuck me hard… harder, lover… harder…!" The young heiress's hips gyrated and rotated wildly to squeeze every ounce of his solid male flesh into her hotly seething depths as his wildly thrusting cock pumped in and out in a fevered rhythm of uncontrolled passion that was building every second. "You're my man… my man, lover… and I'm your woman… Oh God…fuckkk meeee!"

Kate's eyes fluttered and the sobs shook her from head to foot as she heard the young girl's wanton shriek. She could see even through her tears that her husband, Cole, was humping that woman… fucking like one of his bulls might and snorting like an animal in his lewdly building pleasure! How could he feel such erotic passion with another woman? And then her own flesh answered her. Sandy's big hands were cupping her naked breasts from behind, and she could feel the lasciviously traitorous sensations shoot through her. Her nipples popped out like tiny sensitive noses into his palms and the strange breathless calm that precludes a later raging storm was sweeping over her! Oh God! What was happening? How had she gotten here with Sandy Gayman? And then she knew! Vengeance grew deep inside her as she heard the woman down there cry out in her passion… cry out as Cole, her Cole, fucked her almost into oblivion! By God… two could play at that game!

Sandy held the hurt, angrily trembling body of Kate and pressed her beautiful, curvaceous softness back into the hardness of his cock that thrust and strained against the bindings of his jeans. Christ! He was so hot now that he could think of nothing more than laying her down on her back and fucking her right on the grass under the blackberry bushes. He wanted to rip away the clothes that separated them and plunge his vengeance minded cock up into her! It would ease the pain and bitter gall in both of them. That bastard, Cole, and the bitch whore Mela, deserved it. No one ever deserved it more!

Suddenly Sandy turned Kate in his arms and crushed her to him, struggling to get the whole supple length of her pressed into his fiercely burning flesh. His lips came down hard on her half open mouth, and his hot tongue met hers as it darted into the warm wet cave of her mouth. He tongue fucked her for a long minute, his hands clutching her soft, thinly covered ass cheeks through her panties as he ground his pulsating rod into her rapidly awakening cunt like the end of the earth was at hand!

The kiss triggered something wildly exhilarating in Cole's wife, something that never had been there before with any man other than her husband. She wanted it… she wanted it terribly! Her arms went up and her hands found the back of Sandy's strong thick neck; she flaunted herself into him, feeling the pain easing and being obliterated in the overwhelming wave of lust that was on her like a sudden summer thunder storm. Yes! This was what she needed! A man who understood her anguish and her need. She felt his big capable hands frantically kneading the smoothness of her buttocks and his fingers were like mitts of fire burning through her flimsy panties. Then, without warning, his hotly foraging hands found her cool bare skin and they slid inside the yellow satin panties to cup her nakedly quivering pubic mound. She pushed up tight against him, not really knowing whether she was trying to trap the hand and hold it motionless… or cooperate!

"To hell with Cole and Mela… let's get out of here, Kate… let's get out of here and go someplace…" Sandy urgently whispered against her temple as his other hand gently stroked up her naked back.

"Mela…? Mela Meacham…? Is that who?" Kate drew back in dismay, staring up at him.

"That's her… the old man's daughter… come on, Kate, honey… let's go… back to my place."

"Oh my God!" She burst into sobs again.

Sandy could see that Kate's tearful eyes were stunned. She was as weak and defenseless as a kitten when he half carried, half dragged her as quietly as he could back up through the blackberry thicket. When finally they got to the road where her wagon and his pickup were parked, they were panting and the sweat was pouring down their faces.

Kate leaned weakly against the fender of his truck. The big foreman put the basket of berries into the car for her while she stood there, breathing heavily and watching him. She could feel the slippery moisture seeping down the insides of her still trembling thighs and could not fool herself that it was all sweat. She looked at him… a big, lean-hipped man, so like her husband, with his huge shoulders and work hardened hands and thick neck burned by the sun. What would it be like to be fucked by him? God knows she wanted someone. Then she gasped. Oh no, it was wrong! Terribly wrong! Paying Cole back by letting another man fuck her wasn't the way. What good would it do to lower herself to the level of those nakedly straining bodies back there? She'd be forever sorry and remorseful, and she could never look their neighbor, Sandy Gayman, in the face again if she did what her traitorous body was screaming for her to do. No! She mustn't.

Quickly she walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. Sandy came around and leaned on the door frame, his hand coming in the open window and cupping her face. She flinched, knowing they must have been insane back there in the blackberry thicket.

"See you in a few minutes, Kate…"

"No, Sandy… no… not now – not ever!" Her face had closed, and Sandy could see that she couldn't even look at him. She fumbled in her purse for the car keys.

"We have to forget this ever happened… forget what we saw back there. Decent people don't act that way."

"But, Kate… it ain't right. And you need it, bad as me."

"Two wrongs never made a right, Sandy. I'll be going now."

The lean, rough-hewn ranch foreman stood in the middle of the road swearing softly to himself and watching the dust fly up in a cloud from Kate's swiftly spinning wheels. Goddamn women all to hell anyway! They were only good for one thing, to lay on their backs and fuck, and by God they welched on that every chance they got! He slapped his hat against his dusty thighs and climbed in the pickup.

Cole Sutherland dug his hands under Mela's hotly grinding ass cheeks and strained her violently gripping cunt hard up against his pelvis, for the heat was in him like a boiling vat of oil that threatened to spill over at any moment! He wildly, insanely fucked his heavy, lust-inflated cock in and out, increasing the rhythm and pounding harder and deeper up between her wide open thighs with every thrust. The blonde young ranch heiress was babbling incoherently and her disheveled flaxen hair tossed wildly as her head thrashed uncontrollably from side to side. Cole sensed her time was nearing. A flush had spread over her shoulders in mottled patches, and he knew she was only moments away from cumming for he could feel the burning, churning pressure bubbling up in his own balls almost to the screaming point! Then the wet licking sound in his ears was her tongue fucking desperately into the sensitive opening, whining and moaning into it lewdly and lasciviously as his huge, blunt headed hardness beat solidly like a hammer into her wide-splayed young pussy.