Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

"Come on… fuck back, baby," he panted. "Fuck back… oh Jesus… fuckkk!"

The sweat was pouring from their naked bodies and Mela could feel the slippery flesh of Cole's huge muscular back, and her thighs were slipping and sliding around his hips as she clutched and arched and bucked around him.

"Oohhhh…oohhhh God… ohhhh!" Mela screamed and Cole felt her legs clamp tighter and more possessively around his waist as the young girl opened her heatedly pulsating vagina as wide as she could to his hard driving prick. He looked down between them and could see his wetly glistening penis disappearing into the incredible softness of the hair-fringed pussy locked around his cock, milking it so salaciously, so wildly. His hips drove harder and his ass muscles clenched, driving the huge wedge of solid flesh up into the writhing girl's belly with the force of a jackhammer.

Suddenly he felt Mela arch up and quiver with her legs locked octopus-like around him. Her scream of orgasm would have wakened the dead.

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh…ooohhhhhhhh!"

The sweat poured into his eyes and he was deafened, and then the echoing roar was coming from deep inside his own body, and the whole damn tucking world split as the mighty stream of dammed up liquid lust came screaming down the tightly constricted channel of his bursting cock to explode like a stick of dynamite far up inside her greedily accepting little belly.

"Gggggggaaaaaaahhhhhddddd… aaahhhhhhhh… aaaaaarhhh. oooohhhhh… ggaaaaaa…! Ooohhhhhh…fuckkkkkkk!"

Mela heard Cole's strangled cries of pleasure mingling with the animal screams of lust boiling out her own laxly open mouth. They were verbal expressions of the tumultuously churning rapture bursting inside her own flesh, and she vaguely thought the sun overhead must have surely orgasmed with them, and the whole fucking universe was orbiting with them, and frankly, she didn't care if the world ended right now!

The boiling white hot spurts of sperm hosed deep up inside the young girl's body to pool and mix and swirl with her own flood gushing hotly through her cock-filled cunt. But still it continued to come on, and her wildly thrashing body was undergoing a never-ending climax that seemed to go on and on and on. Jesus! There'd never been a fuck like it!

Mela could feel their bodies still jerking spasmodically against each other, bone slamming on bone and flesh into flesh and cum and love juice raining all around in all-consuming blissful rapture. God! Nobody could fuck like Cole Sutherland! She wondered vaguely what his wife was like, and if Mrs. Sutherland knew that she was going to lose her husband to a better woman.

At last Cole felt himself thrusting slower and slower, and the streams, of cum, creaming deep up in the young blonde's belly, subsiding and receding. His now emptied balls had almost spent themselves and were slapping softer and softer against her still slowly, hungrily grinding ass cheeks, and the world was rapidly coming into focus again. He was at peace.

Mela took a deep sigh. She looked at him, squinting against the glare, and she whispered softly, "Together we're going to have the biggest ranch in South Dakota, partner."

Angel Orellio looked down at the pile of sandwiches resentfully. Sandwiches he could get in the city. All the God damned gringo sandwiches he wanted. But who wanted the soggy, bread thick mess? Tortillas and beans would have been better and cheaper, too, if the senor was stingy. Working hombres like he did, they needed a hot meal. Angel looked up to watch Kate Sutherland pouring the iced tea. Her face looked different, as though all the spirit had been drained out of it. Maybe it was her who didn't want to cook. Well, by God, he didn't come here to eat slop!

"You got the tortillas?"

Kate looked startled. "Well, yes… but they're down in the freezer, Angel. I… Ah… I didn't want to heat up the kitchen at lunch time."

Angel shrugged and bit into a thick ham sandwich. Frozen tortillas. Jesu Christo! That was what was wrong with the whole damn country. Wrap it up, store it away, freeze it, mash it, make it instant. No time for anything to make a man comfortable. Even his drunken, almost screaming foster mother took more time and more care. He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for his mother. It was either this, or working at the damn shoe factory like his parole officer had wanted him to do. Fuck 'em all! He looked up to find Eric frowning and shaking his head at him when Kate's back was turned.

They ate and it was pretty quiet. The grande had not come for lunch today. Only the foreman Frank and Eric and the woman, but no one else. The weather-beaten Frank was going on about how nice it was to have Mr. Sutherland back home again. Angel thought his woman did not think so. She looked tired and her smile was automatic and closed. Angel wondered if she hadn't liked the homecoming fuck the big rancher must have thrown her last night. While he played the guitar by the fish pond Angel had known what was going on upstairs in the bedroom. Later he had gone down to the barn and unloaded his wad in a yearling cow. Dios Mio not even any puta whores in this damned country. But the little school teacher! The one who had eaten there last night… she was soft and white, and old enough so that if he made it look right they couldn't possibly get him for rape. That one he would luck soon and then he could go back to civilization where girls and tortillas were easy to get.

Kate went wearily up the stairs alter they'd gone and took off the fresh dress she'd put on before lunch.

Cole had not even called to lie and say he wouldn't be home at noon. She looked at her naked body in the mirror and wondered if her heated flesh would have led her to really betray her marriage vows if the circumstances had been different. Would she have thrown her naked body into Sandy Gayman the way that woman… Mela Meacham, he'd called her… had done with Cole? Kate shuddered for she knew how close she had come to doing just that in the pain and anguish of seeing her husband fucking old man Meacham's daughter.

With her back to the mirror, she put on a blue swim suit. She couldn't bear to even look at herself, remembering Sandy's big hands and where they'd been on her nakedly quivering flesh.

How could Cole have done it? How could it have happened so quick? Through the years they'd heard now and then that Meacham's daughter was home from Europe for a short vacation but they'd never seen her. The girl had come and gone so quickly that it almost seemed the old man didn't want anybody to see her… even though he spoke of her proudly once in a while. How could her husband, who had never seen her before today, be out there fucking that Meacham girl only a few minutes after he'd met her?

A cold apprehension clutched Kate's heart. Maybe Cole had seen her on her brief visits home. Oh God! Maybe he'd been fucking her when she was home. Maybe that's why no one ever saw her. Kate tried desperately to remember if her husband had ever been away when the Meacham girl had been home, but it was useless. She couldn't even remember the last time the poor old man had mentioned that his daughter was home.

Her thoughts continued to churn as she walked downstairs and went outside. Fifty yards away, Eric looked up, straightening his back. He wiped the sweat from his dripping brow. He set the cement bucket down and stretched, looking out at the shimmering heat that lay like a blanket over the fields. His alert eyes caught the slim figure walking down the gentle slope of lawn from the house. It was the boss' wife going for her afternoon swim. It was too far away to see much, but the long easy stride of her tanned legs and the shockingly tight blue swim suit caused Eric's groin to tighten in desire. Someday, he would have a good woman like that! He was still daydreaming about her when she disappeared behind the trees a few moments later…