Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

"Oh God! Why did you stop?" Mela angrily demanded, as she felt her head touching the floor. God! Just as she was getting so close to cumming, this drunken jackass had to stop – leaving her dangling in midair. And he hadn't cum yet, either!

Sandy kept lowering her until she was stretched out flat on her back on the stage floor. Mela, thinking he wanted to have sexual intercourse with her this way, eagerly spread her legs out wide and impatiently raised her knees to her chest. Sandy Gayman, however, was not even looking at her. Furious, the heiress turned to see what he found so interesting, then she blinked and scrambled to her feet to stand nakedly beside him.

"Jesus," Sandy repeated wonderingly, "look at 'em fuck!"

Mela realized she was holding her breath at the unexpectedness of the lewd spectacle. Wow! she thought, you expect to see things like this in some parts of Europe, but in South Dakota? Unbelievable!

It was so unbelievable that she reached out and took hold of the foreman's hotly pulsating prick and, using it as a halter, led him down the steps and across the floor to where the Sutherlands writhed and moaned in tightly locked intercourse; it was as though they were the only people in the world, madly fucking to populate the planet.

"Goddamn," Sandy breathed in awe, looking down at the rounded sensuousness of Kate Sutherland's nakedly pumping buttocks as she rode insanely up and down her husband's long wetly glistening cock. Goddamn, he thought, there was something about watching another couple do it that sent your own temperature soaring. Now old Cole was really pouring it to her now, his lust-hardened prick fired in and out of her hotly clasping cunt like a well-oiled piston in a machine… a fucking machine! Hell, he must be drunker than he thought. That was the guy he'd slugged a few moments ago for feeling Mela up and now Sandy didn't wish him anything but a good fuck, which he was really getting!

Mela was staring in equal fascination, watching the wetly shivering shaft of white flesh go in and out of Kate's pink mouthed pussy. Her little red tongue came out to lick her lips, and her hand tightened around Sandy's prick. The fires were in her like an inferno! Oh, God, there was a growing burning desire within her to join them in a real old-fashioned orgy. Quickly she relinquished her hold on Sandy's wildly throbbing penis and said softly, "Let's join them… come on, baby… let's really have a party."

Cole looked up hazily as a soft insinuating voice said, "Mind if we join you… looks like fun! The more the merrier, I always say!" His eyes met an opened golden hair fringed pussy, the lips swollen and slick and glistening, the pink folds parting, layer by moist layer right over his face. God! Drunk! He'd never been this drunk! He was even hallucinating! He had to be. Kate, his own wife, was right here riding his prick, and that just couldn't be another pussy slowly lowering over his face!

Kate's hands dug into Cole's strong muscular forearms in order to get a better grip and ride his stabbing cock without losing her balance. As she looked up she saw Mela with her face toward her lowering wide-spread thighs around Cole's head! Oh dear God! It couldn't be! That hussy would do anything! Kate shook her head to try and clear it but the vision of the nakedly blonde cunt rapidly sinking down over Cole's face would not disappear. Well, I will feel better to Cole, Kate thought, I'll feel so good to him that he'll never forget it. Quickly, then, she began concentrating on doing the best job she could by flexing and unflexing muscles she never before knew existed.

Mela groaned aloud, then shrieked in pleasure as she ground her splayed pussy straight into Cole's face and felt his tongue curl out to stab into the heated depths of her churning body, ramming a deliciously surging thrill of sensation to her raw nerve ends and setting her whole abdomen on fire! Ohhh, it was beautiful! The young heiress looked up to see Sandy standing where she'd left him, looking slightly puzzled. "Find a seat, lover… join the fun," she taunted, then her voice gurgled off incoherently as Cole's teeth clamped down on her violently erect clitoris.

The music had finally stopped now and, standing just outside, all Angel could hear was the deliriously moaning, nakedly fucking couple on the steps and the wildly stimulating sucking sounds coming from within the hall. Never before in his life had he seen or imagined anything as salacious and lust inciting as this. It was all too exciting, and his heated desire suddenly boiled over. Quickly he stripped off all of his clothes, then grabbed Eric's powerfully working shoulder. He had to shake the boy a couple of times before he got his attention. Gwen, her eyes dully glazed with an animal lust, stared at him dumbly and acted as if she were impatient with his interruption. "Come on," the Mexican boy demanded.

"What'd you mean, 'come on'? I haven't cum in her yet!" the young blonde giant protested, continuing to thrust his throbbing shaft into the hotly clenching depths of the teacher's cunt.

"Pick her up and let's go in and join the orgy!"

That got their attention. Gwen's eyes widened in alarm, and Eric looked at him in shocked disbelief.

"Come on," Angel insisted, tugging impatiently at the boy's arm. "Let's join them."

Eric stood up effortlessly as Gwen, uncertain of what to do and not really wanting to go inside – yet unwilling to be deprived of that hotly pulsating staff which was bringing her so much delirious joy – wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and held on to his neck with her arms as the boy walked to the door. Her back was to the dance floor, and she didn't see the lewd spectacle until she heard Eric's sudden hiss of breath and his whispered, "Jesus Christ." When she turned, it took several seconds for the lewd scene to penetrate her consciousness. There was Cole Sutherland with his face buried in Mela Meacham's wildly undulating young vagina, while his wife, Kate Sutherland, writhed in total abandonment on his glistening thick penis. A naked Sandy Gayman stood there with a powerfully beating erection, looking puzzled… drunk. At once the school teacher wanted to leave; she didn't want to be a part of that wickedly perverted scene. What they were doing wasn't right, it was dirty! But even as she was thinking this, the first powerful jolts of excitement were hitting her right in the middle of her still heatedly pulsating belly. Oh, God, it was so terrible and yet, in another more primitive way, so forbiddenly beautiful!

Angel wasted no time in leading the young giant across the room; Eric continued to madly thrust into the young blonde teacher's wetly drenched vagina, and with every step he took it seemed as if he was going deeper, higher up into her taut little belly. The three of them were nakedly alongside the others before Mela spotted them. The Mexican boy saw the young heiress's eyes widen and then begin glowing with an even hotter excitement.

"Well, welcome to the party," Mela breathed, sultrily, then said, "Lie down beside Cole, quick!"

Obediently Eric did as he was instructed. Gwen, though, was so distracted and embarrassed that she almost lost her desire, but the loss was only momentary because Eric – with a solid floor beneath his back could finally get leverage in the upward thrusts of his now insanely pounding cock as it drove relentlessly into the little blonde teacher's heatedly milking cunt.

Angel watched with a desirous and a growing need of his own as he watched the five writhing bodies, two wetly ramming penises slamming into two frantically clenching pussies, and one cunt being licked like it was the end of the world. He waited for an invitation to join – any invitation! He'd like to try out the Sutherland woman's asshole or the Meacham girl's mouth. Either way… it didn't really make much difference.