Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

Cole tried to open his eyes, but they felt as if they were weighted down with lead. His jaw hurt, really hurt. Gradually, as the other sensations returned to his body, he became aware that his face was being pillowed on something softly yielding. He laboriously opened one eye and saw his wife's tear-stained face.

Kate saw his confused eyes looking up at her and she began weeping uncontrollably.

"Oohhh, darling," she gasped through her sobs, "you're all right? Oh, please be all right! Please, I love you so… don't leave me… please don't leave me for Mela… I won't even beg for a child anymore… just don't leave me… forgive me…"

"S'all right, honey. I'm okay, I think. Just want to lie here a minute," Cole mumbled. His head was fuzzy. Must have had a lot of booze. He could hear the muffled thudding of Kate's heart under the fleshy fullness of her soft breast. She was really worried about him. It was nice to have her worried about him! That damn bitch, Mela, sure as hell would never worry about him. She was a taker. Kate was a giver! Everything had gone wrong since he came home… and it must be on account of Mela. Cole pulled his cramped arm away and slid it around his wife's slender waist, burying his face a little deeper into the lush ripeness of her breast. Good kid, his wife. Worried about him. Shouldn't have treated her so bad. He looked over at the loud commotion a few feet away, and grinned as he heard Sandy angrily yelling at a wildly laughing Mela.

"You're drunk! You hot cunted little bitch!" Sandy shouted, the fury in him like a forest fire out of control. "You're drunk and you keep your Goddamned hands off that bastard Cole Sutherland… you hear me!" His hands jerked the young girl up to him by the dress front.

Mela sneered, then said sarcastically, "You don't own me yet, lover… don't forget it. I'll put my hands where I damn well please! And when I say come here frog, you hop!"

"Like hell!" The foreman yanked and the whole front of her dress came away in his hands, splitting down the front with a shriek of cloth. Mela shrank back from him in momentary fright as he stood stupidly holding the tatters of her dress in his big hands. She looked down at her naked breasts jutting proudly above her smooth white belly and the white panty clad hips below. Suddenly it was all terribly funny. The whole thing was too funny for words. She laughed shrilly again, whirling and dancing away from Sandy. The ruined dress slipped off her shoulder and she let it slide, stepping out of it and leaving it in a crimson puddle on the floor.

Pirouetting around the deserted dance floor, Mela frugged alone to the music still blaring from the untended phonograph. The rush of cool air felt wonderful on her naked breasts and she reveled in the freedom of going without clothes. Suddenly even the flimsy bikini panties were too much. She stopped on the raised platform and, turning toward Sandy near the rear of the hall, slowly and tantalizingly began pulling down her thin, flimsy panties, writhing and undulating her firmly rounded young buttocks lewdly in time to the frug music. She could see Sandy standing there stunned, his mouth open like he had a lead weighted jaw and his eyes about to pop right out of his head, as she finally waved the panties high above her head and then carelessly threw them back over her shoulder. She spread her thighs and ground her golden-haired vagina forward and backward in time to the music in the mock motions of fucking.

Sandy began staggering toward the lewdly writhing figure on the stage. Stark naked! Jesus Christ, that crazy young girl was stark naked! His prick was already painfully beating inside his pants. Goddamn her anyway! She was so crazy… but by God she was his! Wouldn't get away from him, no sir. He passed Cole and Kate on the floor. They were wrapped up in each other like lovers. Guess they must have made up. Damn good piece of ass, that Kate. But Mela was a good piece and had a ranch too. Just had to tame her a little. Wild thing. Time he really branded her for good.

Great peals of laughter were spilling from the young heiress's throat when her ranch foreman stumbled onto the stage with her, almost falling flat on his face. He bumped heavily against her and steadied himself by grabbing her madly undulating hips. While he stood there looking foolish and angrily undecided, she yanked at his shirt front and the pearl buttons popped, falling like broken teeth on the stage floor.

"What're you doing, woman?" Sandy asked, trying very hard to sober up as he blinked down and watched the young girl pulling his trousers and underpants down over his naked buttocks.

"Helping you, lover. Let's show the whole world what there really is to do in South Dakota."

Sandy's anger abruptly evaporated as he felt her small, perspiration dampened hand close in on his thick penis. He kicked off his boots, stepped out of his pants and undershorts, and then smoothly slid his hand up between Mela's heatedly spread thighs.

The girl began moaning and mewling into Sandy's mouth, reaching up on her tiptoes to get closer to his hotly throbbing cock burning against her hotly perspiring abdomen. His penis felt deliciously wonderful – as though it were a big felt-tipped drum stick wildly pounding against her kettle drum belly. But that wasn't where she wanted it… it was inside her that she needed it… deep up inside her hungrily aching cunt, which was pulsing and throbbing on its own hollowness until the warmly seeping pussy juice was almost flooding down the smooth insides of her hairless inner thighs. She could actually feel the slow trickle as the hot flowing rivulets oozed down toward her knees.

"OHHH, God! Sandy, lover… fuck meeee," she moaned loudly; and her words carried to the back of the hall, and Kate heard the lewd request even above the music and the pounding of her own heart covered by Cole's gently massaging hand.

"Cole, darling… please… let's go home," Kate said, as she realized the young girl and her foreman were completely naked and heatedly stroking each other's vagina and penis.

"Mmmmmmm… mmmmmm…" Cole answered, his hand still inside her ruffled dress, cupping the ripe warmth of her heavy breast.

"Don't… not here… Sandy and that Meacham girl are still here." Kate made a halfhearted attempt to pry his hand loose and found her eyes being drawn repeatedly back to the salacious scene on the stage.

"Who cares about them," Cole mumbled against the warmly swelling mound coming out the top of her dress. "You're my woman… don't want anybody else… trouble… just trouble, that's all… just want my Kate!" he mumbled thickly.

Oh God! Now down there on the stage, the Meacham girl had placed both hands on the foreman's huge quivering penis and was wildly milking it back and forth. Suddenly there were responding vibrations in Kate's body. She remembered the velvety feeling of Sandy's and Eric's pricks heatedly pounding like living animals in her hand. She could almost feel them now! Cole's fingers were hungrily moving all over her naked breasts, and she had the insane urge to be freed of all clothes… to be as free as Sandy and Mela.

Vaguely aware that it really was the alcohol dissolving her inhibitions, Kate leaned down to hesitantly zip down Cole's pants and began worming her fingers through the opening of his shorts… finding at once the madly throbbing hardness of his cock! She glanced up once, worrying about the other couple and wishing that the lights were out, but what she saw so stunned her that she stiffened.

"What's matter?" Cole asked, his words muffled, speaking with his mouth full of one of his wife's nakedly quivering nipples and not really giving a damn about anything else except this wonderfully succulent mouthful and Kate's warm tingling fingers wrapped around his eagerly thumping prick.