Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

Then it was over and the heavily breathing boy collapsed beside her, his eyes closed, his head pillowed on her breast, one thigh flung across her slender tanned legs. Gradually, he eased back to earth on a cloud that hit with a great thud, and he must have dozed off momentarily for he couldn't recall how he came to be beside Mr. Sutherland's wife and holding her so close and half under him. Then he remembered. He was a man… by God! His body felt lethargically alive and alert and the fabulous warmth of a good woman lying in his arms seeped into his very bones!

Kate's hand stole out to touch the young man's cock lying over her thigh, and she picked it up and held it like a wounded bird, cupping it gently and squeezing it very softly. Immediately it responded and came alive. My God! It started to get hard again! Ah, youth… youth… he was a beautiful youth, too. His hugeness contrasted with her fragilely rounded curves, and, as she looked down at his hard young body, she felt her unsatisfied vagina restlessly twitching in hunger. Her hand began moving the still wet foreskin back and forth, and felt powerful new life surge into the rapidly growing flesh. She whispered, "It's getting hard again, Eric!"

The young man, and he was a man now, masterfully turned her face to him and fiercely kissed her, pressing her naked beauty into his as though he would never get enough of her lush ripeness. His tongue, with only a little practice now, thrust aggressively into Kate's waiting mouth and she accepted it gratefully.

Eric moaned deep in his throat at the taste of his own orgasm there still lingering in Kate's mouth! The thought drove him wild! Oh, God, he couldn't let her go… never… He had to have this woman… nothing and no one else would do! His penis was growing huge again and throbbing already just from holding her voluptuous nakedness against his own hard nudity. He had to have her again… and this time he wanted to shove the length of his rigid prick straight into that pulsing little pussy.

"Ohhhhh, Eric…" Kate breathed. "Ohhhh, please. It's hard enough." She pulled him over her and spread her trembling legs out wide to cradle his immense, hard young body. "Put your cock in me, Eric darling, put your huge beautiful prick straight into my vagina… I'm dying."

"God, yes… Oh, Kate, darling… You're so sweet… so good… so good for me… my sweet good Kate!"

Dimly Kate thought there were different kinds of good as she felt the massive log of Eric's excitedly jerking young cock slide into her wildly thrilled cunt, filling her lonely belly so completely… and so well… Different kinds of good… Gooood… Goooood… Goooooood…!

It was well past two in the morning, and the moon was high and yellow in the breathless prairie night as the last of the crowd began drifting out the big Grange Hall by twos, their arms around each others' waists. Music still floated out through the open windows, occasionally muted by the sound of a pickup truck or car coughing to life and gunning down the dirt road.

Angel flicked his cigarette over the railing and watched reflectively as the butt made a long glowing arc in the darkness. It hadn't been a bad dance at all; not like the ones back in the city, of course, where there was lots of pot and ass for the taking… but not bad. He'd come against his better judgment, come only because the dance was the only entertainment within fifty or sixty miles, and had fully expected to have a lousy time and hate everyone. Instead, most of the people seemed to be sincerely friendly with him, and practically all the ranchers – even including his boss Cole Sutherland – had included him when they passed the whiskey bottles around. It took a little time for it to sink in, even longer for him to evaluate the implications, but finally he had put it into words, "These people let Angel Orellio drink out of the same bottle as they do. They do not mind that I am Mexican, and they freely offer the bottle…"

Another zephyr of thought rippled on the surface of his consciousness. The little white school teacher, Gwen! She bad really surprised him the night before when he had taken her at first by force. He'd told her she would beg him and cry out for his cock before the night was over; he had said it, not truly believing she would. But she had, and it had been very good indeed. Before that long, unbelievable night was over, she had surprised him once again when she dropped him off at the Sutherland ranch by taking his face in her soft hands and speaking to him in his own native tongue – Spanish.

She confused him thoroughly. In his cold jungle of brutally hard sharply jagged edges she was a softly rounded alien object, both emotionally and intellectually. Today, as the hours dragged on his disbelief had grown until he was positive that it had all been an act. Tonight, though, she seemed to prefer him over the dozen or so single ranch owners who tried to make out with her. Oh, she danced with them, but watching her from a distance, he thought it seemed as if not all of the school teacher was there… all of her was there only when she danced with him.

Angel turned as Eric came out onto the darkened porch and said, "Oh… there you are. Gwen was asking if I had seen you."

The Mexican boy shrugged, "So? Fuck her. She's not my boss. The little bitch know where to find me." At once he regretted saying it. He didn't think of the girl that way at all, hut here he was once again trying to show his friend how tough and untouchable he was. It was this exact thing that had gotten him into trouble five different times with the cop – had made him steal cars, pull knives and shoplift. Still, though with other guys you just didn't dare to let your guard down for a minute or someone would have a shiv firmly planted six inches in your back.

Eric stretched and looked back over his shoulder. "Boy, are they ever getting smashed in there. Mr. Sutherland's been dancing almost all night with Miss Meacham, and her foreman, Sandy Gayman, is about to slug him."

"So? Let them kill each other."

Eric snorted at the remark. It was so typical of the Mexican kid. All day long he had sensed there was something suddenly different about Angel, and it had occurred to him that maybe the dark youth really had made out with the aloof young school teacher. Each time he had laughingly dismissed it from hi mind as being a complete and utter impossibility, but then he remembered Kate Sutherland's hotly ovaled mouth around his own cock and how impossible that also seemed until the magic moment she had actually sucked him off!

It was really funny, he thought. All day long he had thought he was in love with her and maybe he still was. Yet, dancing with the other girls and women tonight, each time one of their bodies would press itself invitingly into him he would feel the wild surges of sexual thrill shooting through him in tiny waves of sexual desire. The other women had felt just as good in his arms as Kate had, and it didn't take long before he started thinking that maybe it wasn't just her… that any hot bodied female could turn him on… and from the way they looked at him while dancing, he thought he knew which ones wouldn't. That knowledge had come full-blown and clear after the one night with his bosses' wife, instinctive and clear.

Eric heard the door open behind him, and as the light spilled out he saw Gwen blinking in the dimness. "Oh, there you are," she said brightly to Angel.

The big blonde youth moved over slightly so the petite schoolteacher could stand between them. It was obvious that all of her attention was focused on the Mexican boy, however. She said something softy to him in Spanish, and his fluid voice came back. Eric didn't understand a damned word they were saying, but he did manage to pick up Gwen's pleading "mi casa", to Eric – from the way she said the words – it sounded as if she wanted Angel to take her home.