Agatha Kristenson - The rancher_s wife

God damn, Cole thought, that's better! He had begun moving his thigh in and out between her legs when suddenly there was the wild sound of a fast Mexican guitar almost under their window. What the hell? He tore his mouth away and went rushing over to look out. That damned kid! Angel Orellio was sitting calmly under a tree by the fish pond strumming away on Cole's guitar. The sight of a strange hand on that golden wooden box that he played himself sometimes in the evening, suddenly made connection in his alcohol fogged brain with the feel of Kate's full breast in his hand just a moment ago. That God damned Mexican… had his hand been on Kate's breast too? Had he not been drunk Cole might have seen the connection his white hot anger had to his own guilt. Paris had been full of women… the best of them that crazy streaked blonde who kept telling him they were destined to meet again.

"Cole, darling… Please…"

He let the drapes fall and turned. Kate was standing where he'd left her, naked except for the yellow kimono that hid her slender tanned arms and shoulders but fell free and open over her voluptuous tanned body. The chip hard rosy nipples winked at him and the chestnut curls of her triangular cunt hairs that pointed downward to her naked pussy like a marker or an arrow. In his mind's eye he could see another pussy, a black-haired one that showed every time that flamenco dancer had whirled to the beat of the music while his cock had beat under the streaked blonde, Mela's, hand hidden by the tablecloth. He shook his head… for suddenly he saw that boy's dark hand on his wife, Kate's, beautiful breasts. If Cole had taken advantage of Paris for what he couldn't get at home… then why wouldn't Kate have gotten a little? God knows, he'd neglected her the last couple of years… but he'd gotten so Goddamned tired of this baby crap. And there'd been the terror that Kate would somehow find out that it might be his fault… and leave him for a man who could give her a child.

Suddenly everything whirled in his head and he swayed a little. The room turned briefly and then righted. When it did… the flaming sheet of anger was in front of his eyes again. It was all Kate's fault! Christ… she wouldn't even let him eat her and treated him like a beast if he wanted her to suck his cock. He'd never been enough for her… she had to have a baby! The wild music outside beat in his head. Cole's hands tore his shirt and trousers off with shaking fingers. His cock was beating in time to the savage music.

As he strode the few steps across the carpet, his great huge rod bounced like a thick tree trunk out from his lean, hairy loins. Kate's eyes widened as he came toward her, his brow dark as a black sky before a tornado. He was angry again. It was the music. Angel outside playing the guitar. Oh God! Cole looked angry enough to hit her. Instinctively her hands clutched the robe closed around her.

"That Goddamned kid's got my guitar… and I'll bet he's fucked you too!"

The yellow silk screamed in his hands as he viciously ripped it from her in tatters and threw the remains on the floor. Kate stood naked and cowering, trembling at what he would do next.

"Oh no… No, Cole… No… you must believe me… I just wanted…"

"You just wanted what, baby?" Kate could see his teeth almost bared now between the hard lines of his lips and Cole's brown eyes blazing redly as though there were coals of fire in their depths. His hands reached out and caught handfuls of hair as he jerked her to him to sear her with the blaze in his eyes.

"I just wanted to… help you… and I thought… maybe you'd learn to like the boys." Tears again welled up and poured down her cheeks. "That maybe then you might let me adopt a baby when you saw that… it wasn't so terrible to have… strange youngsters in the house… I just wanted… to… help…" She sobbed helplessly.

He shook her by the hair then, the dreadful frustration and anger rising in him like a terrible tide that threatened to choke him. Her mouth was open and the tears were streaming down her beautiful face and that moist red "O" of her mouth made a haven he had to have.

"You just Goddamn well let me run the ranch! I don't need your help! I've done all right so far! And we don't need anybody else's snotty nosed kids! That's final!"

The bones seemed to melt in Kate's legs and she sank, sobbing helplessly to the floor, Cole's hands still in her damp hair. A moan stripped from her throat as she felt him jerk his hands, painfully pulling her head up to him by the hair.

"And there's something else that's going to be my way, too. You're Goddamn well going to be a real wife… Open your mouth, bitch! Open your hot-shit little mouth and suck my cock!"

Kate's eyes opened to great blue saucers. Cole's crude words seemed insane with his enormous vein fretted penis jutting out and pulsating obscenely in front of her face, the purpling head oozing a droplet of seminal fluid… a one eyed monster drooling hungrily at her! She could see it twitch and jerk as though controlled by some inner strings… the great, thick length of it looked as though it was full of wires and cords. The head of it bulged, blunting the end of his menacing weapon. She couldn't remember ever seeing it so close and she wondered dimly how she'd ever contained it's awesome length so far up inside her stomach. She shuddered involuntarily. Her hair jerked painfully again.

"This time you're going to, bitch… I've waited too long! Open your mouth before I ram it down your bossy throat… I'm going to fill your belly with my cum until you choke… choke on your own joy… you snooty, prudish bitch…!"

"Ohhh, Cole… darling… Please… please don't…" she sobbed, the pain from her hair roots paling to insignificance beside the pain from deep in her breast. She was right… something had happened to him in Paris… something terrible…!

"Take it… open your mouth and suck my cock… or I swear I'll ram it straight out the back of your head!" Cole spread his legs and crouched slightly, leading with his hips and touching the sensitive head of his prick right against her tightly closed, freshly painted lips.

Kate almost gagged. She could feel the sticky liquid and feel its slipperiness against her mouth and a pulse beat in the huge rod like an extra heart beat. Cole's hands tightened in her hair until she was almost screaming with the pain. Sobbing helplessly, she opened her mouth obediently and felt him shove the lurid head of his penis between her teeth. The hot male odor of his male secretions hit her nostrils, a pungent, musky smell. Outside the window she could hear the abandoned music Angel's hands drew from the guitar, and she wished she had never brought the boys here… had never interfered… had never taken things into her own hands. She knew dimly that Cole's anger had been welling up though for a long time… that she had provoked it by nagging about a baby… and now she was reaping the crop of her terrible discontent.

A deep groan of appreciation ripped out Cole's mouth as he saw his wife's full red lips open and slip warmly over the head of his aching cock. Her lips closed over it softly and he felt the sensual stab of ecstasy shoot up his cockhead to his loins and his balls twinged. Oh Goddamn!

As she knelt on the carpet, naked and defenseless, Kate felt Cole's mammoth, pulsating shaft sliding further down her throat! She could taste the semen, heady and male and hot with his body's fierce heat! He was making her do this depraved act she had always avoided. He was making her perform like an animal… as low and debased as the animals! Worse… for they obeyed only instinct and had no conception of right and wrong. He was using her like a common whore! Oh God! And she had looked forward so to his homecoming! She'd been a fool to think that things could ever be any different!