Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

Oh God! Nothing had ever stretched her so wide up between her legs before. It was like an axe handle being hammered up between her thighs. She screamed once more as Angel released his hold on his friend, Eric's, lustfully throbbing cock and put both hands on her futilely squirming buttocks and pushed down.

"Aaaaaaggghhhh," she yelled, feeling the hotly jerking rod burrowing slowly, but surely up into her tightly resisting vagina. "Please… puuuu-leeezzzzeeee!"

Gwen might as well have asked for mercy from a bull elephant, for Eric's eyes were glazed and unreasoning from the overpowering lust that swept like a forest fire through his young mind at the thought of fucking his second woman, one who was actually fighting him with all her strength. Her wetly clasping young cunt was far tighter than Kate's his boss wife's, had been; it felt better in one way, not as good in another. He could tell that she was close to the end of her strength for her entire body was shaking from the effort she was expending.

Suddenly with a loud groan of defeat, the young blonde went limp and moaned loudly as his rigidly pulsating shaft moved inexorably up, up, up deep into the heaving pit of her no longer resisting belly. Gwen no longer had even the strength to voice a protest, but she was profoundly grateful when she realized it had gone as far up inside her as it could go; she could feel her own naked buttocks resting hard against the top of his huge muscular young thighs.

Oddly enough, it was not as painful as she had thought. She was filled; she had never been more filled before… and she could feel every musculared ridge along the entire long heated length of it pressing into her frantically working vaginal walls. She sobbed and grunted helplessly once, feeling the black fog of despair and humiliation creeping in around her. Oh God! Why had she ever become attached to the Mexican boy. She should have known he would not understand the gift she was offering him. How could he, when even she didn't understand it. Never before had she given so completely of herself – given her all emotionally and physically. It was a gift that should be cherished! Instead he had used it for his own sadistic purposes, had sold her for three dollars to this young teenage giant as though she were some common little street whore. She felt the boy's throbbing cock flex deep up inside her painfully filled depths, and silently groaned not wanting to give Angel the pleasure of hearing her shriek any more. Besides, if she were honest, she would have to admit that the pain was rapidly leaving her, being replaced with a dull, lethargic feeling of growing need as Eric began to slowly thrust in and out of her wide-stretched, suddenly unexplainably tingling vagina.

Angel grinned as he saw Gwen turn her face to the side, biting her lower lip and at the look of awed concentration on her face. From his point of view behind and below on the steps, he could see Eric's hardened glistening rod moving surely in and out of her widely parted vaginal lips… the pink outer layer of pussy clung to his blue-veined shaft as though it were reluctant to let it go. He was still watching as her nakedly quivering buttocks made their first tentative little movement of cooperation, and then she was abruptly with it, and began energetically fucking down on the wet fleshy pole as though she could not get enough of it.

The two were so engrossed in the wildly thrilling sensations of fucking that neither was aware that Angel had walked past them and was standing by the window looking in to see what the drunken gringos were doing for kicks. They were still dancing, if you called that drunken shuffle "dancing". His eyes flickered with amusement as he saw Cole Sutherland's hand surreptitiously massaging the Meacham girl's tightly clad little ass. That ought to be pretty good stuff, Angel thought, then glanced at Kate Sutherland's promising body and felt the first real desire of the night as he thought about the possibilities of fucking her, too. He paid absolutely no attention to the deliriously groaning, wildly thrashing bodies of the young blonde school teacher and his friend, Eric, fucking each other as though it were the end of the world on the top step of the hall.

Inside, the air was hot with old cigarette smoke and the savagely pulsating beat of the music spilling out of the stereo speakers. Kate was exhausted, unhappy; she wanted to go home, had wanted to leave two hours ago. She looked up at Sandy, thinking it was like dancing with a zombie. He wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her, and hadn't been for the last twenty minutes.

"Look at that son of a bitch Cole," Sandy said thickly, missing a beat in the music.

Kate stumbled drunkenly against him. "Calm down, Sandy. Don't make a scene. All he's doing is dancing with her."

"What's he trying to do… break up our happy homes? He's danced almost every dance with her! Mela's my woman… and he better get it through his head."

Kate knew it was the alcohol talking in him, but knowing what it was didn't make Sandy any easier to handle. There'd been a lot of going out to the cars and pick-ups for quick snorts. This was common enough at the Grange Hall dance, but Sandy had gotten drunk quicker than most of the men. Kate felt a little woozy herself and she'd only had half a dozen drinks, but it got so hot dancing that the alcohol seemed to get to you.

"Forget about Mela… and Cole… just concentrate on dancing with me," she said, not wanting to dance with Cole. She didn't care if he spent all night with Mela Meacham. When she'd finally stolen wearily upstairs from the teenage boy, Eric's, bed last night, Cole still wasn't in. She'd crawled between the sheets and went immediately to sleep. This morning her husband had been gone to the barns before she was up and she hadn't really seen him alone since. She could only be grateful, for she didn't think she could ever face him again after being fucked senseless by two other men yesterday. She hated him and herself. The guilt had been in her like a cancer all day and it was devouring her now… what had happened meant an end to their marriage. It was painfully obvious that he was more interested in Mela Meacham than his own wife.

Sandy could feel the rage in him rising like the red line of a thermometer. Just when he had Mela almost ready to go and get the license, he sure as hell wasn't going to let Cole Sutherland get to her! The ranch was going to be his, by God! Cole already had one and sure as hell didn't need another! Then he looked over at the other dancing couple and froze, his body like a ramrod.

Puzzled, Kate turned and felt she had just been hit by a mammoth fist in her belly. Cole and Mela weren't dancing any longer. Their lips were welded drunkenly together, and even as she watched, the young ranch heiress pulled Cole's hand from her hips and guided it up to her breast. The brazen hussy! She was suddenly thrown bodily back as, with the loud bellow of an enraged bull, Sandy shot across the floor and savagely slugged Cole right on the point of his chin! It was as though the whole thing were in slow motion, a film, a cowboy movie. Kate watched in horror as Cole flew six feet backwards, slammed his head heavily against a table, and fell flat on his back on the floor.

Only then did Kate's muscles begin to function. Oh God! Sandy had killed him. Cole was lying so still, and there was Mela Meacham laughing at Sandy's murderous expression.

Without thinking, Kate ran across the floor to her husband's body, cradled his head in her arms, and tried to wipe his damp brow. She covered his face with kisses, trying to bring him back to consciousness, and abruptly the tears came flowing from deep within her as she realized for the first time exactly how much this man meant to her. She didn't care what he had done! She knew now that Mela had seduced him. It wasn't Cole's fault! He'd been seduced, pushed beyond his endurance… just as she had, she realized. Oh God, Cole had to be all right… he had to! What a fool she'd been, trying to get back at him, tit for tat. Oh God, if he ever found out…! Tears flooded down both sides of her face as she murmured, "Cole, Cole darling. Are you all right, Cole… Honey, oh, darling." She rocked hopelessly with his head in her arms, crushing his face to her breast.