All through dinner Sandy watched Mela until he knew she was uncomfortable. The young blonde heiress moved restlessly, toying with her food. Her head kept coming up and turning toward the living room. Her mind was on many other things, Sandy knew. That bastard Cole for one, God damn him! The big sandy-haired foreman took his time, purposely not releasing her for an instant. He ate slowly, talked about the old man a lot, but his eyes deliberately talked another language. Right now she was too distracted to get his messages but she would, by God! It had taken a while with Kate this afternoon too… but it had been worth it and at least he felt he'd paid Cole back in kind. But this was his own woman… had been since she was sixteen and it was time she knew it. In a way it was probably his own fault that Cole had got to her. He should have spoken sooner. At twenty two a woman needed fucking hard and often.
At last Mela could stand it no longer! All the talk about her father! Who cared? She'd hardly known him. For six years she'd only seen him a few times and those times as brief as she could make them. She didn't give a damn how devoted Sandy Gayman had been to him. She threw down her napkin.
"I'm sorry, Sandy. I have a headache. If you'll excuse me… I… I think I'll go out on the porch a while."
He watched her leave, the long flowing flowered pajamas fluttering around her thighs. The big screen door sprang shut behind her and Sandy began to gulp the rest of his dinner, finishing his steak in a few huge bites. He heard the creak of the porch swing.
"Pretty evening," Sandy put his feet on the balustrade and leaned against the porch column.
"Yes," Mela answered absently.
"I like this time of evening best. You can kinda feel the whole world settling down and easing off."
Out of the corner of his eye Sandy saw Mela stir restlessly in the swing again. "There's nothing to do in this place," she complained. "Have you got a cigarette?"
Sandy lit one for her and handed it to her, taking the opportunity to move in beside her in the swing. "There's lots to do once you get used to the rhythm of living on a ranch. Tomorrow night there's a big dance at the Grange Hall. Everybody around will be there. Thought we'd go over and let you meet some people."
Mela turned to look at him. Her eyes showed the first spark of interest. "Oh, that sounds all right. Thank you, Sandy. I'd like to go."
"I was hoping you'd say that. When you've been home before I never had much chance to take you places around here. You was always gone so quick." He leaned back in the swing and sent them gliding back and forth.
"I didn't know you wanted to take me places, Sandy," she laughed.
"Well, you've growed up some," he countered, looking her over boldly. "Filled out a little."
The young girl looked up sharply. For the first time she really looked at the big man beside her. Tall, broad-shouldered, lean-hipped, eyes crinkled at the corners from squinting in the sun. She wondered idly what he would look like in city clothes. He had the build for clothes. Maybe she'd been missing something.
"Girls are supposed to fill out when they grow up."
"Mm… well, you sure did it just right, Mela. No doubt about that."
The swing creaked as they glided, and the night air was almost gone. It was still and breathless. "What do you say I bring my portable radio out here on the porch and we practice up a little for the dance. I'm kinda rusty," Mela murmured, mentally laughing at what she had said. "Rusty" hell, she had danced every night for months, until her father's death two weeks ago.
Moments later as a slow tune filled the porch, the foreman held out his arms and she came into them as though she'd been doing it for years.
The big foreman pulled her close against him and started off slowly. Almost immediately Sandy felt his groin tighten and draw in. Jesus! She didn't have a stitch on underneath those flowered thin pajamas and top. He could feel the softly rounded breasts mashing into his chest and the tips of his fingers on the small of her back couldn't feel any panties at all. He pulled her even closer until she fitted every curve up to him, and his jaw was pressing against her temple. The smell of her perfume floated in his nostrils and somehow it was part of the slow music. Goddamn, this might be easier than he thought.
They didn't speak, just swayed and glided slowly to the music. Sandy was caught up in the spell of the moment, and he let the music fill his body as he concentrated on the feel of the young girl in his arms. Yes sir, so far he'd handled it right. Now if he could just keep it up.
"You're a good dancer, Sandy," she murmured.
"Naw… you follow so good you just make me look that way."
He turned and dipped with her deliberately, pushing his thigh between her legs and feeling her bare cunt through the thin pajamas when they straightened up. "Yeah… South Dakota is a pretty good place to be. No riots or crowding or shoving."
"I'd go crazy here," Mela burst out.
"You're not going crazy now," Sandy whispered against her cheek. "But you're driving me crazy. I've been crazy 'bout you, Mela, since you were a kid."
"But that's silly, Sandy I don't think you ever paid any attention to me before."
"Wrong. It was you didn't pay no attention to me. I watched every move you made since you were a kid."
Mela was quiet in his arms as he whirled her around. It was true. He'd been a fixture at the ranch for years. She hadn't paid any attention to him… but why should she… he was only the foreman. Cole, though, was a rancher… and she had plans. A restaurant they would build in Denver was only the beginning. She'd get Cole away from this God forsaken country! They'd travel! With the two ranches they could afford to. The restaurant would be a success, too. She knew it.
Sandy's mouth slid down her face and he caught her mouth with his. She stiffened in his arms and tried to pull away but he held her closer and finished the kiss to his satisfaction before he let her go.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Kissing you. I've wanted to ever since you were sixteen. Took me a long time, but I made it."
"Well, I think I've had enough dancing practice for one evening," she drawled sarcastically.
"We've hardly started, woman," he said softly, pulling her back in his arms and whirling her around and around.
"Let me go! What'll the help think anyway?"
"I don't give a damn what they think," he growled. The outraged young heiress pushed against him with her fist but he caught the slender hand and kissed each of the fingers separately. He could feel her lusciously ripe breasts rising against him with every breath. "You may as well settle down, Mela. You were off gallivanting all day but tonight it's my turn."
"What gives you the right to tell me what to do, Sandy Gayman?"
"This." He pulled her against him hard, thrusting his voracious mouth on hers and catching her completely by surprise. His eagerly questing tongue probed the whole warm wet surface of her mouth inside; and he held her head easily in his big hand when she twisted and tried to pull away. His arms were like a vise and he held her slenderness, cupping one softly supple buttock so sensuously covered with thin silk. She mumbled and moaned unintelligibly under his hard mouth. By God, she was going to learn who ran this ranch and everything on it. It was going to be his and her with it!
Gradually Sandy heard her protesting moans turn soft as he went on orally fucking into her softly pliant mouth. His rigidly erect cock was hard against her young quivering belly, and he could feel the breath catching in her throat as he ground his straining bulge against the thin lounging pajamas, searching the soft warm wonder of her trembling body. Finding her breast with one hand and cupping it close in his big palm, he could feel the hot hard nipple pop out like an automatic button.
"You're just a little lonely running around the world… when the world's right here waiting for you," he whispered.
"OOhhh… Sandy… Please…" she whispered back.
"You don't need to be… honey… Why, I'd give you anything." His big hand slid inside the loose flowered top to hold her fully ripened breast, naked and hot; his thumb and forefinger rolled the hardened nipple gently and felt the budded end growing.
Mela felt limp and excited… limp from being so close to that hard masculine body that seemed to know all the ways to entice a woman, and excited because he was a new man… one she'd never had before. She could feel his wildly throbbing penis pounding against her belly; it felt huge! She tried to imagine how large it would be if it were released. Cole Sutherland had been wonderfully big and she couldn't imagine any man being better, but Cole wasn't here. He was home with his wife!
You never know… you just never know, she thought in pleased surprise. It had never occurred to her that Sandy, her own ranch foreman… but his cock did feel so deliriously good, and his hands did do all the right things. Her earlier bored restlessness was gone; she felt a sweet lazy fatigued feeling as her bones turned soft from Sandy's hot mouth wetly tonguing her ear, and his big hard hands deliciously kneading the cheeks of her ass, and his enormous erection grinding masterfully against her belly. The wild anticipation was rapidly building into a heated incandescence in her loins when the foreman stopped.
"Come here, little girl," he muttered, effortlessly lifting her to his arms and carrying her over to the swing. He laid her out full-length on her back and stood for a long moment looking down at her. The flowered lounging pajama top was open revealing the white delectable succulency of a naked breast gleaming like warm ivory in the moonlight. He reached down, slipped the remaining buttons loose, and drew the top away so he could view the twin fleshy mountains whose peaks were capped with reddened erectile nipples. In all, he thought, right now her tits look like two big scoops of ice cream, each generous scoop topped with a cherry. She lay still, one leg propped up and the other scraping gently on the floor with the fluid motion of the swing.
The air felt cool against her naked breasts as she looked up at the big foreman and saw his face was a mask of barely repressed lust, his eyes glittering and his mouth hard. "So you wanted to kiss me since I was sixteen?" she asked softly, her tone a flagrant challenge.
"That isn't all I wanted to do." Sandy knelt between her trailing leg and the swing, burying his face in the warm white softness of her tit. Suddenly he was conscious of his rasping beard against the sensitive skin. No matter how often he shaved it, it seemed there was always a little left. "I didn't mean to scrape you."
"A little whisker burn never hurt a girl," the young girl breathed, clutching his hard face to her again, her fingers twisting in his hair.
Goddamn! Sandy moved his mouth across the nakedly hot breast and captured one rust-coloured nipple in his mouth and sucked it like a thick malt coming reluctantly through a soda straw. He heard her groan softly as her breast hardened more and strained up to his hungry mouth! She began shaking like a clothes line in a high wind!
"Ohhhh… Sandy…"
He sucked harder, swirling his tongue tantalizingly over the rigid nipple quivering so salaciously. The young girl arched her back and raised her chest, eagerly offering both trembling mounds of flesh to his hotly devouring mouth. To Sandy they were like warm divinity candy as they heaved under his hand and mouth. Sandy could feel his cock wildly beating in his jeans, throbbing with a fiercely possessive beat that threatened to obliterate his careful plans to seduce her slowly and well! His mouth moved over to the other neglected nipple and began a long, slow sucking of it too.
Mela began to rationalize her position, her big foreman's mouth on her tits, the inevitable fucking she knew that was going to take place. After their wonderful day how could Cole Sutherland have gone off like that back to his wife? If he cared he wouldn't have left her. He'd have found a way. A long time ago Mela had vowed that no man would use her. She would use them… like the female spider used the male. That way you couldn't get hurt. You always held the whip hand. Like now! Sandy would have to do anything she told him to do. She was the boss… and right now the boss wanted to be fucked!
"Go on, Sandy… suck my tits… suck them hard… Yesss… bite them… it hurts so good! Bite them!" she commanded, feeling the heady exhilaration of knowing the power she held over this man.
Again and again Sandy sank his teeth into the white softly pliant flesh. He nibbled the tender budded nipples and then laved them with his tongue, soothing and sucking until she was a writhing mass of impatiently whimpering lust! His hands found the drawstring which was all that held the silken pajama pants in place; he jerked it open all the way down to the crotch, exposing the softly curling hairs of the blonde pubic triangle between her thighs. He'd long ago decided in school when they read the story of Jason and the golden fleece that it wasn't a sheepskin Jason searched for… but a golden muff of pussy hair. Just like this one!
"Let's go inside… someone may see us." Mela ordered, as she felt the cool night air on her naked belly, and then felt a momentary irritation because he ignored her command. The anger quickly faded, however, when Sandy's tongue wetly dug into the depression of her tiny navel. It was like a red hot needle shafting straight through her body and the rapturous blood poured through her loins like molten lava shooting from a deep inferno. This was the only time she'd ever been in South Dakota that she hadn't gone crazy in a few days because there were no men… no fucking. But now… oh God! There was going to be some real fucking. She shoved up against his head and said sharply, "Dammit, Sandy… I said let's go inside before someone sees us."
Sandy lifted his head and jerked her around in the swing; his eyes were hot coals searing her flesh, his hands like steel bands. "I don't give a damn who sees us… you're my woman… you been my woman for a long time now… and tonight you're going to know it… you can forget running off to the lawyers… we're going to get married… there ain't no cause to sell the ranch. I can run it like always… you hear me?" Mela felt him shake her and she liked that, but his confident words and the domineering way he spoke angered her. Who in the world did he think he was? Another Cole Sutherland?
"What… what do you mean… get married what gives you the right to talk to me that way?" she sputtered, trying to come back to reality when her body was still warmly encased in the web he'd spun with his hands and mouth and strong male body.
"This…!" His head dropped between her wide-spread thighs and his warmly quivering tongue shot out and with one wet, curl-parting lick cleaved her moistened vaginal slit from anus to clitoris, slicing the thin, hair fringed groove with the fire of his raging lust! That tongue was a white hot knife slicing her genital flesh in two! But, oh God! How she loved it!
Sandy tasted her sweetly flowing cuntal juices on his tongue, her softly pulsating lips of pussy flesh aromatically hot and delectable. Christ! This was real eating pussy, even if Cole Sutherland had been fucking it! The golden fleece that hid the treasure! His mother's voice came to him out of his childhood. "Don't try to get above your station, Sandy… you're gonna get hurt. You're always trying to get with the uppity folks. They's different. You'll see!" Hell, they weren't different! Pussy was pussy! The only different thing about this pussy was it was hot and ready and it was attached to the ranch that had become his life. He wanted it… and by God he was going to have it!
The eagerly writhing young blonde could smell the leather and tobacco aroma of the big man whose fervent tongue was buried hotly in her cunt, and the masculine scents only set her juices flowing freer! Oh God! He was eating her alive! She could feel his wickedly gluttonous tongue shoving deeper into her depths like a small stiff prick just as his hands came up to fondle her shaking breasts. She could hear the swing squeak softly with each downward bob of his head, his nose rubbing hotly against her clitoris as the long tongue stabbed deeper and deeper into her deliriously opened pussy.
She gazed down at her naked loins, thrilled at the lewd sight of her glisteningly spread vaginal lips twitching on each side of Sandy's hungrily rooting nose and warmly digging tongue. Her pelvis lunged forward against the foraging face of her foreman, and her hands came down to press his lasciviously laboring tongue even deeper into the seething depths of her cock-hungry cunt.
"Mm… mmmmm… mmmmm… mmmmmmm!" Sandy sucked and licked feverishly, savoring the hot woman nectar, lapping it like syrup and relishing its heady aromatic flavor. He looked up to see Mela's head thrown back against the porch swing, her voluptuous breasts quivering, her smooth naked belly rippling, and her legs violently trembling like someone with palsy. The opened blouse and pants of flowered silk framed the beautiful satin flesh in crushed flowers. Her eyes were glazed with a film of sensual, carnal expectations, and he chuckled deep in his throat. God! She heated up hotter than a poker! He was going to eat her alive and then take her upstairs in that fancy, frilly bed of hers and fuck her senseless! By God… when he got through with her she was going to think that bastard Cole Sutherland was not only impotent but had the pecker of a rabbit.
Sandy lowered his face again but her quivering thighs had caused the offending cloth to slip up too far, partially covering her cuntal mound. He grabbed the fragile material and impatiently ripped it along the seam so that the whole of her moistly glistening genital cleft was now open to him. Two pieces of filmy silk dangled enticingly half-way down her wide-spread thighs. He grunted with satisfaction as he lowered his head, puckered his lips, and began sucking the hard little clitoris into his hotly watering mouth.
"Oohhhh… Ah God, Sandy… Ohhhh… that's it… oh, Jesus God Almighty… my pussy… my pussy, my pussy… I can't stand it!" Almost frantically, she raised her thighs and slid them over his shoulders, making a shamelessly lewd offering of everything she had up between her legs.
Sandy's tongue shot out to swirl wildly around the smooth fleshy sides of her tightly clasping vaginal walls inside the hungrily milking cavern. The bands of muscle leaped to enclose his tongue, squeezing it and sucking it as though they were devouring it in their frantic effort to relieve their carnal misery! Her hips were wildly gyrating as they insanely ground the inflamed pussy hard up against his laboring face.
Oh God, Mela thought. The more she was eaten, the more she wanted! It had been that way ever since she was sixteen and went to Switzerland. Eating pussy was the favorite pastime of the girls at the sedate school, and the heiress had acquired her taste then for oral gratification… but she liked it even better from a man than from woman! It had been two years now since she had indulged in any lesbian fucking. Anything a woman could do to her, she found, a man could do better! And her foreman was doing it better than most males. God Sandy, with just a little coaching, you'd be the best of all, she thought with considerable amazement. She looked down at her fingers entwined in his thick sandy hair. He didn't seem to have felt her frantically twisting his hair, even she had not been aware of it. It was simply a reflex action of her tortured body crying out in any way it could for release. And the release was so close!
The young girl continued to squirm and buck as his teeth gently took the erect and sensitive clitoris and bit it very softly while his mouth sucked it heatedly up so his tongue could moistly dance around it. She shivered and moaned as his curling tongue deliciously licked and then rammed impossibly deep into her fevered cunt, writhing lasciviously as Sandy orally fucked her so greedily. The excited secretions from deep within the secret recesses of her body trickled out in warmly debauched rivulets and creamed on his already glistening face!
The big foreman lapped up the sultrily sweet sexual liquids where they mixed with his own saliva as he teasingly laved her cunt, and then his tongue moved on down to the tiny puckered ring of her anus, indrawn and defenseless. Once, twice, three, four times he slowly licked the tiny puckered little opening, deliberately tormenting her, and then shoved his stiffened tongue hard into the cringing passage.
"Aghhhhhh…ooooohhhhh… ooooooohhhhh… ggaahhhh…!" His young blonde boss groaned out in rapture as he wormed his lubricious tongue deeper inside her violently quivering asshole. He continued to burrow further into the sweetly pungent fissure until Mela's breath caught and she arched her body up to him as though it were a tightly drawn bow with an unfired arrow. Quickly, then, because he knew she was close to orgasm, he turned his attention back to her cunt and began to mercilessly drive his stiffened tongue in and out of her wetly clasping pussy. The girl made little gurgling noises in her throat, seemingly gagging with her own saliva.
Sandy's cock was going absolutely wild, beating and throbbing and his balls were on fire under the pressure until he thought they might burst of their own accord just from the sight and smell and taste and feel of Mela's beautifully flooding, sexually frenzied pussy! Then she was there! It was as though a gag had been ripped from her mouth and her joyous screaming filled the quiet prairie night.
"Ggggaaaaggghhhh…aahhhheeeeeeee… I'm cummmming! I'm cummmming!" Her buttocks clenched and unclenched in his hands before her pelvis began wantonly gyrating and rotating in wild abandonment. She was going crazy!
Sandy continued to lick and stab and pierce her wildly thrashing, convulsing cunt as her hands tried to pull his whole face and head inside the furiously sucking depths of her crazed vagina! Now it was as though she wanted to swallow him whole, suck all of him deep up inside her desperately quaking body.
"Oohhh… Goddd… ooooohhhhhaaa…" The piercing wails spilled from her lust-constricted throat and she couldn't stop! Such wild, unrestrained, ecstasy could not be contained within the narrow confines of her flesh but spilled out her mouth in agonized screams of bliss! She could feel the waves washing her higher and higher and higher until she thought she would burst apart with the exquisitely engulfing sensations! Oh God! Oh God! It never stopped… just when she thought the incredible orgasm was subsiding… another started up… carrying her higher than the last until she was just a limp mass of exhausted flesh pitifully begging her triumphantly grinning foreman to stop.
Goddamn, Sandy thought, she must have cum four times at least! His own unsatisfied lust had built to such a heated point that his cock was dribbling cum inside his shorts. Christ! If he didn't unload soon he was going to cream his shorts for sure! This morning he had seen Mela was a hot woman, but not anything like this! The blonde was as limp as a rag doll… her sexually sated face a mirror of joyful ecstasy and relaxed, deep peace.
Sandy stood, easing his cramped knees, then bent down and scooped her naked body up in his arms. As he walked across the porch, cradling her against his chest, she stirred and her eyes fluttered open. "You're something else, friend," she said languidly, then snuggled in closer to his massive chest.
"We're just going upstairs to your bed, baby," he whispered against her hair. "But when I'm in it, it's my bed. Understand?"
"Yes… boss," she replied, then yawned like a kitten before the fire, and closed her eyes in silent, blissful expectation…