It was well past two in the morning, and the moon was high and yellow in the breathless prairie night as the last of the crowd began drifting out the big Grange Hall by twos, their arms around each others' waists. Music still floated out through the open windows, occasionally muted by the sound of a pickup truck or car coughing to life and gunning down the dirt road.
Angel flicked his cigarette over the railing and watched reflectively as the butt made a long glowing arc in the darkness. It hadn't been a bad dance at all; not like the ones back in the city, of course, where there was lots of pot and ass for the taking… but not bad. He'd come against his better judgment, come only because the dance was the only entertainment within fifty or sixty miles, and had fully expected to have a lousy time and hate everyone. Instead, most of the people seemed to be sincerely friendly with him, and practically all the ranchers – even including his boss Cole Sutherland – had included him when they passed the whiskey bottles around. It took a little time for it to sink in, even longer for him to evaluate the implications, but finally he had put it into words, "These people let Angel Orellio drink out of the same bottle as they do. They do not mind that I am Mexican, and they freely offer the bottle…"
Another zephyr of thought rippled on the surface of his consciousness. The little white school teacher, Gwen! She bad really surprised him the night before when he had taken her at first by force. He'd told her she would beg him and cry out for his cock before the night was over; he had said it, not truly believing she would. But she had, and it had been very good indeed. Before that long, unbelievable night was over, she had surprised him once again when she dropped him off at the Sutherland ranch by taking his face in her soft hands and speaking to him in his own native tongue – Spanish.
She confused him thoroughly. In his cold jungle of brutally hard sharply jagged edges she was a softly rounded alien object, both emotionally and intellectually. Today, as the hours dragged on his disbelief had grown until he was positive that it had all been an act. Tonight, though, she seemed to prefer him over the dozen or so single ranch owners who tried to make out with her. Oh, she danced with them, but watching her from a distance, he thought it seemed as if not all of the school teacher was there… all of her was there only when she danced with him.
Angel turned as Eric came out onto the darkened porch and said, "Oh… there you are. Gwen was asking if I had seen you."
The Mexican boy shrugged, "So? Fuck her. She's not my boss. The little bitch know where to find me." At once he regretted saying it. He didn't think of the girl that way at all, hut here he was once again trying to show his friend how tough and untouchable he was. It was this exact thing that had gotten him into trouble five different times with the cop – had made him steal cars, pull knives and shoplift. Still, though with other guys you just didn't dare to let your guard down for a minute or someone would have a shiv firmly planted six inches in your back.
Eric stretched and looked back over his shoulder. "Boy, are they ever getting smashed in there. Mr. Sutherland's been dancing almost all night with Miss Meacham, and her foreman, Sandy Gayman, is about to slug him."
"So? Let them kill each other."
Eric snorted at the remark. It was so typical of the Mexican kid. All day long he had sensed there was something suddenly different about Angel, and it had occurred to him that maybe the dark youth really had made out with the aloof young school teacher. Each time he had laughingly dismissed it from hi mind as being a complete and utter impossibility, but then he remembered Kate Sutherland's hotly ovaled mouth around his own cock and how impossible that also seemed until the magic moment she had actually sucked him off!
It was really funny, he thought. All day long he had thought he was in love with her and maybe he still was. Yet, dancing with the other girls and women tonight, each time one of their bodies would press itself invitingly into him he would feel the wild surges of sexual thrill shooting through him in tiny waves of sexual desire. The other women had felt just as good in his arms as Kate had, and it didn't take long before he started thinking that maybe it wasn't just her… that any hot bodied female could turn him on… and from the way they looked at him while dancing, he thought he knew which ones wouldn't. That knowledge had come full-blown and clear after the one night with his bosses' wife, instinctive and clear.
Eric heard the door open behind him, and as the light spilled out he saw Gwen blinking in the dimness. "Oh, there you are," she said brightly to Angel.
The big blonde youth moved over slightly so the petite schoolteacher could stand between them. It was obvious that all of her attention was focused on the Mexican boy, however. She said something softy to him in Spanish, and his fluid voice came back. Eric didn't understand a damned word they were saying, but he did manage to pick up Gwen's pleading "mi casa", to Eric – from the way she said the words – it sounded as if she wanted Angel to take her home.
Eric saw the Mexican boy's face when he answered and even if he didn't understand the words, he was quick to catch the meaning for Gwen immediately turned toward him, her face falling from embarrassment. She barked something in Spanish and Angel threw back his head and laughed.
"Do not worry," Angel said in English. "Eric does not understand Spanish. Do you, my friend?"
Eric shook his head negatively.
Angel turned back to the lovely young blonde girl and raised his eyebrows as he shrugged and said again in English, "You see, se-orita, he did not hear you begging me to take you home where we could make love, and he did not hear me say that I would rather take you into the back seat of senora Kate's station wagon and fuck you again as I did last night, and perhaps if you are good, I will let my friend fuck you too."
"Oh," Gwen gasped in flustered dismay and anger, "You're horrible! How could I have ever thought that you had any sense of decency or…" Her words were choked off as, without warning, the Mexican boy reached out and pressed her softly yielding body toward him. His hot mouth closed wetly over hers, and her muffled words finally sputtered off into silence, as after a slight hesitation she wrapped her arms subserviently around his waist.
Eric watched with a rapidly growing cock as he saw Angel's left hand snake down to the hem of the young blonde teacher's mini-skirt and pull it up barely an inch, revealing the full rounded tops of her tapered white thighs. The dress came up again another inch or two until the thinly divided crotchband of her flimsy nylon panties were uncovered. Then, the dark-skinned hand dropped to lewdly cup the softly quivering mound of her pussy, his middle finger worming itself teasingly under the thin white legband to insinuate itself arrogantly in the blondely curling fleece of her sparse young pubic hair.
With the heated touch of his hand against her naked flesh, Gwen rapidly came back to her senses and began struggling against his wiry hold. Oh God, she thought, her mind practically useless from the violent turbulence of her own rising sexual need and the shattered remnants of her former chaste modesty. What am I doing? What has happened to me? Two days ago, it would have been laughingly unthinkable that she would be on a darkened porch with a Mexican boy fondling her shamelessly aroused vagina while his friend stood by watching. Or that the Mexican youth would be six years younger than she… and had already done all sorts of perverted sexual things with her less than twenty-four hours earlier! It was all too unthinkable… all to horribly real!
Then, suddenly, last night's emotions came rushing back to her and she remembered how glorious his virily throbbing young penis had felt deep up inside her. Oh God! She was again so close to permitting him to do what he wanted. She really didn't want to fight him. Anyway, she probably would never see these boys again and no one else would ever know. She rationalized that her cravingly aroused body needed this wiry young boy… needed him as much as oxygen and water, for she was experiencing a new growth… the process had germinated in the moist heat of her hungry vagina last night, and now… now the hunger demanded to be fed.
Eric saw the young teacher's deeply ingrained moral resistance crumble as she wrapped her arms once again around the boy's waist and stood there trembling submissively as he slowly used both dark hands to reach up to the tight elastic waist band and peel the little bikini panties down over the gently flaring white flesh of her quivering buttocks; reaching mid-thigh, the panties slipped of their own accord on down to the floor. The blond boy's breath caught in his throat as he saw the creamy warm lushness of her naked ass gleaming in the dim light… and the inviting shadowy cleft between the two cur mg mounds. The heat ignited with an incandescent brightness in his loins as he saw Angel's extended middle finger worming its way into darkly inviting vaginal slit from behind, and the girl's sudden movement outward with her buttocks as she lowered them slightly and assumed an eagerly cooperating half-crouch.
Gwen moaned deep in her throat as she felt Angel's hotly searching finger sliding into her already feverishly moistened slit from behind. With the first contact between his finger and her erectly quivering clitoris, she wanted to scream; it was so beautifully rapturous, so thrillingly right. Her morals, upbringing, and inhibitions were all promptly shattered by a far more powerful new set of ruling values; need, desire, and sensation. So heated was her need, she made only a token protest when she felt the other boy's big hands behind her begin stroking – timidly at first and then with rapidly growing confidence her helplessly trembling thighs. Angel, her beloved Angel, was digging his wetly quivering tongue deep into her welcoming mouth, and she felt thrill after thrill shoot through her as she was reminded of his cock heatedly plunging in and out of her tightly ovaled lips last night. Feeling the coolness of the night air hitting her naked back, she only then became aware that the huge young boy in back of her had unbuttoned her dress and was now attempting to pull it over her shoulders. She did not resist, even when his hands stole familiarly over her naked buttocks.
Angel knew his mind had split into two completely different parts. One section retained his old hatreds and old beliefs that the world was against him. The other, new, section wondered in awe at the fact that the preciously stuck-up, white school teacher seemingly thought of him as a man, her man! – and his swarthy complexion made no difference to her… indeed she seemed to think it added to his handsomeness. Last night, speaking Spanish, she had said he was a "beautiful" man who could easily be a "movie star". That had been a thought – an alien thought which rapidly blossomed. In a way, he supposed he liked her very much – far more than any other woman he'd had in the past but still he had sense enough to know that it could only be a summer thing with him – if it lasted even that long! With her feeling this way, though, other women would be bound to feel the same way… rich women in a soft world who would give him what he wanted so he wouldn't have to steal or fight for it. In that world, he would be as tough as a tiger – as untouchable as an eagle soaring on an updraft – for it was a known fact that these soft women surrounded themselves by flabby, easily frightened husbands. He dreamed of the immense possibilities as he continued with his tongue to wetly probe the heated insides of the young blonde teacher's willing mouth, while his finger wormed its way along her hotly seeping pussy lips. His drifting mind rapidly came back to reality with a lurch as he realized Eric had almost stripped the girl naked while he was daydreaming.
For a minute anger flared in his brain, had the other boy forgotten this was his woman? Was he trying to take over Angel's territory? Then abruptly he was laughing out loud. Hell, she would always be there when he wanted her. This wasn't the only woman in the world.
Gwen had been lost in a delirious maelstrom of ever growing sensual sensation as she felt Angel's tongue warmly fucking in and out of her mouth and his hotly worming finger caressing her love starved vagina, at the same time the young boy in back of her was stripping her of all clothing. Oh God, it was so salaciously and wickedly beautiful. The thought of what they must look like sent wanton shivers of forbidden excitement cascading through her already intolerably overheated loins. It was then she groaned in disappointment as she felt Angel's moistly heated mouth leave her lips. The Mexican boy had pulled back from her and was laughing. She realized she was trembling like a frightened, hoarsely breathing wild animal as Eric stripped off her bra and carefully hung it over the porch railing. She was completely naked now – more naked than she had ever been before in her life because there were two of them seeing her.
Her small perfectly formed breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath she took as Angel critically inspected her body. Without removing his eyes from her, he said, "Take off your clothes, Eric."
"Oh, no. You can't," she whimpered, knowing what was coming. "Please, Angel."
"Shut up, teacher," he snarled, his hot hard eyes burning like laser beams into hers. "You shall do as I say."
"Please Angel… please. I want only you."
He laughed again, cruelly and unmercifully. "You will have me when I'm ready for you. But first, my friend will fuck you. After all, he has paid me two dollars if I will let him soak his prick in your pussy." It was a lie, but a successful one for the cowering girl recoiled as if she had been struck in the face by a whip, causing a new peel of sardonic laughter to bubble from the boy's cruel lips.
Gwen could not believe what she was hearing. Oh, God! How dare he sell her to his friends? How disgustingly contemptible he was! How could she ever have thought she loved him! Anger and desire jostled in her mind for supremacy and the anger won out. She straightened, her eyes blazing. "I won't do it!" she said through tightly gritted teeth. "What do you think I am?"
"I already know what you are," he grinned with ominous softness. "You are the woman who sucked my cock last night, who came like a whore when I fucked her asshole, and who came and came and came when I finally permitted my prick to enter your pussy."
"Oh, Jesus," Eric moaned lowly, becoming more wildly excited from the lewdly worded obscenities as he frantically kicked off his undershorts and stood nakedly beside the pitifully trembling figure of the petite schoolteacher. It was true, all true, he could tell that by the way she acted. She had sucked cock, and fucked… just like his boss wife, Kate, did!
Angel had fixed the girl with his cruel stare. His tongue came out and slowly wet his lower lip; that gesture was more threatening than if he had balled up his fist or flicked out a knife blade. "You do not want to fuck for two dollars?"
Suddenly tears of fright and humiliation were streaming down the stricken girl's face. "Please, Angel. Do I mean nothing more than… than that to you?"
The Mexican youth paused, then nodded. "Yes… I guess you are worth more to me."
A tremulous smile of relief had already started on Gwen's face when Angel turned to Eric and shrugged his shoulders. "You see how it is," he said, holding out his hands palm upward. "I must ask three dollars."
"Oh… no!" Gwen screamed in defiance. "God, you can't be that cruel to me!"
"Can I pay you tomorrow?" Eric asked quickly.
"Of course, my friend. Go ahead, fuck her as you wish." He laughed loudly and moved with all the litheness of a ballet dancer as the shattered young blonde tried to dart nakedly past him on the porch. Grabbing her wildly struggling figure tight around the waist from behind, he held her captive until the giant youth stood in front of her. His massively pulsating cock slanted up like a telephone pole from his naked abdomen.
Gwen made one more tearful effort to plead with Angel. "Please… don't," she whispered, then froze in fright as the Mexican boy roughly shoved her into Eric's arms. She was so small in relation to his powerful height that his eagerly heated penis was pounding and beating just below the swell of her full young breasts. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw for the first time the enormity of the fleshy rod. God! He would rip her into a thousand shrieking pieces if he tried to force that up her tiny, seldom used vaginal opening.
"Angel," she screamed, imploringly, and tried to twist away but to no avail. Both boys were holding her brutally now. Last night at first she had been afraid Angel would kill her if she protested, but tonight, she knew she would die if he made her go through with his obscene suggestion. Her humiliation deepened and congealed as she heard them calmly discussing the best way for his friend to fuck her. Angel said, "She is very tiny, your 250 pounds would squeeze the life from her if you laid on top. I would suggest dog fashion, but she fights too much. Perhaps you should sit back and let her sit on your cock."
Oh, God. How calloused they were. Had they no sense of decency? Why did they exalt in this cruel humiliation of her? All she had done was offer her pure unsullied love to a loveless boy, and he had taken advantage of her and sold her to one of his friends for use as a prostitute. There was no sense in pleading with them; the experience of last night made her realize that begging for mercy only increased Angel's satisfaction in dominating her. To make things worse, tonight both boys had been drinking and there obviously would be no help from the only four people now remaining inside the Grange Hall because they were all drunk – probably too drunk to hear her cries for help above the incessantly pounding dance music.
The nakedly stripped young teacher pushed feebly against Eric's massive chest as he effortlessly lifted her by the armpits and carried her over to the top step of the porch. She struggled with increased fright as she felt him gingerly sitting his naked buttocks down on the step. Her ankles were tightly grasped by the Mexican boy from behind and pulled outward, forcing her wide-spread thighs to press downward on the other boy's legs. Then he sat completely down, while Angel firmly guided her feet to the second step and put his hands on her naked hips and pushed down, forcing her defenseless spread loins closer and closer to the hotly throbbing staff which would impale her like a fiery spear. She never stopped her frantic, silent struggles – not even when she felt the velvety smoothness of the other boy's huge cockhead rubbing hotly against her tightly clenched belly.
To Eric it was like trying to hold a madly thrashing calf, and her fingernails had dug long bloody furrows down his chest. Each time he reared up in an effort to thrust his painfully pounding cock in the depths of her desperately cringing young pussy, she writhed away from him – even with Angel pushing down with all his wiry strength. Goddamn, he would soon go out of his mind unless he got it up inside the wildly struggling little bitch!
It was Angel who, in disgust, settled matters.
"Hold her tight," he ordered, then bent down and peered up at the thinly bearded, nakedly squirming mouth of her pussy. For the life of him he couldn't figure why she didn't cooperate; it was obvious that she wanted to be fucked because her coral-hued little cuntlips were glistening with tiny dew drops of moisture from her earlier arousal. Right below the little wet opening to her pussy he could see the massively throbbing head of Eric's cock. Prior to working on the ranch he never would have thought of doing what he did next, but part of his duties entailed working in the breeding shed where the prize bulls sometimes had to be helped in mounting a cow. Without embarrassment, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the throbbing length of Eric's cock, feeling it grow harder as he touched it, and guided it toward the helplessly cringing opening to Gwen's vagina. Then, he pushed down with all his might against the fullness of her buttocks and saw the distance shorten between cock and cunt… shorten until the pulsing head was actually touching the thin, warmly quivering lips.
Gwen groaned loudly as she realized that all her struggles had been in vain, as she felt the heatedly pulsating penis teasing against her vaginal lips. The pressure on her back from Angel's hand was intolerable. Her muscles had begun a violent trembling as they drew on their last sources of resistance. The intolerable pressure at the fevered opening of her tightly clenched young pussy grew and grew as the awesome head attempted to make its brutal penetration. Finally, with a loud sob of desperation, she felt her shuddering leg and back muscles giving way, and the heavy fleshy thickness forcing itself just up inside her vainly resisting cuntal cavity.
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.
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.
"Oh God, Cole! Look up there, darling!" she whispered in a heavy breath, feeling a wild excitement beginning to grow in her heated loins as her disbelieving eyes froze on one of the most salacious scenes she had ever seen in her life.
"Goddamn Sam," Cole whispered in awe, then shook his head as if to clear it of alcoholic vapors. Up there on the stage the foreman and the young girl were doing a stand up sixty-nine, with Sandy rotating his torso around in time to the torrid rhythm of the music. The Sutherlands could see Mela dangling head down with her glistening red lips rapidly moving back and forth over the long wet length of Sandy's eagerly throbbing cock; her long blonde hair swirled down around the foreman's ankles. The big man easily held the slender figure upside down by the hips with her wildly thrashing thighs spread wide up and scissored outward over his shoulders; his bull neck was bent and they could see his curling red tongue voraciously licking the coral-hued pussy lips while his nose seemingly was attempting to push its way into her crinkled little anal opening. Their loud animal mewls of lewd pleasure could be heard floating sensuously above the music.
Kate moaned, it was an involuntary sound reflecting her own suddenly craving desire; beneath her hand, Cole's rigidly pulsating prick jerked like a harnessed animal eager to begin its journey home.
"I gotta fuck you, baby," Cole said. "Fuck you right now or I'll die!"
"Yes… yes, darling." Her eyelids fluttered and she tightly clenched her thighs, scraping them together and feeling the sensual delights of her own heated smooth flesh rubbing against heated smooth flesh all the way from trembling knees up to her feverishly moistened cuntal lips.
Frantically the two Sutherlands stood and ripped their clothes off, throwing them haphazardly away from them, then groaning, nakedly sank back down again to the dance floor.
There's nothing wrong with Cole's jaw now, Kate thought, as he caught her mouth in a deep kiss, his familiar tongue wetly sliding deep into her open mouth while his hands kneaded the fleshy fullness of her eagerly trembling buttocks. Her hand dropped and found his massively throbbing hardness again, and she began rapidly stroking it with tightly squeezing fingers that could not encompass its girth.
Cole couldn't stand the torment any longer. Jesus, it was bad enough to watch Mela and her ranch foreman cannibalizing each other's cock and cunt that way, but here was his Kate acting like a completely new and different woman – about to go right out of her fucking mind, frantically tugging on his prick and moaning loud enough to wake the dead. He could feel his naked cock screaming silently in jerks and quiver, as he rolled over on his back and held up his hands for her. His woman was here and ready, and she'd do anything he wanted her to do now. "Ohhhh, baby," he crooned, "Come on here and sit down on Big Daddy."
Panting in eagerness, Kate immediately straddled him. She had never fucked in this position before and excitedly wondered if it would be good, then her mind reminded her that every way was good! She knew her vagina was sopping wet and had been even before Mela and her foreman had begun staging their lewd sixty-nine at the end of the room. Still, though, as she put her thumb and forefinger down to separate her hotly quivering pussy lips, not even she was prepared for the puddle of heated moisture between her legs. She shuddered deliciously as she felt her own fingers opening her hotly sensitive cuntal mouth, then she pushed her pelvis slightly forward and brought her hungry vagina into contact with the madly throbbing pole jutting from Cole's groin. When she took her fingers away seconds later, the whole wonderful head of his prick was just barely inside her. She flexed her buttocks causing her cunt lips to tighten and squeeze, and was thrilled when Cole groaned loudly and rolled his eyes in pleasure.
Cole could feel the head of his cock softly enfolded by his wife's heatedly quivering cuntal lips. Jesus, nothing had ever felt so good before. It felt almost as if she had sucked it up in her mouth, and her pussy muscles played around his cockshead like a teasing, tormenting tongue. Although almost frantic with need, he decided to let her take the initiative, and put his hands behind his head in a phony act of nonchalance. Staring up at her above him, he saw the two mightily straining mounds of her tits hanging down like great golden pears and her hair swaying sensually back and forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to side in closed-eyed sensual wonderment. Her ass was moving in tight, voraciously growing little circles, circles that gradually became wider and wilder as she slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the long throbbing length of the fleshy staff.
Kate had worked about half of Cole's hotly jerking rod up into her when she finally could stand the waiting no longer. With a loud groan of expectant ecstasy she simply let go and permitted her excitedly quivering pussy to slide wetly down the wondrous shaft all the way until her vaginal lips were nibbling hungrily against the darkly curling pubic hair surrounding his testicles. She was filled completely and fully. Oh, God, it was so beautiful! Cole, her Cole was inside her again! The way it used to be! He would never leave her because she knew now that he was far more important than a child. Cole was her world, her real world. She'd do anything to keep him.
Whimpering, Kate could feel all of the ridged flutings of his wonderful penis throughout all of her sensitive cuntal sheath. She squeezed down with her abdominal muscles and could tell that he found pleasure from that movement, then, straining heavily she pulled upward with her bladder muscles and heard him moan loudly.
The feel of Kate's warmly familiar pussy squeezing and milking him so lovingly and excitedly made Cole feel as if he were truly home for the first time. Goddamn, he thought, this is Kate at her best – better, really, than she had ever been before! No one could match her, and that was because she was his woman – personally selected by him originally, just like he had picked the Limousin bull, and the only woman he had ever married… or would probably ever marry! He sensed now that a lot of his discontent during their marriage had been his own fault. Hell, he should have laid down the law years ago. A woman needed to be trained; they could be taught to like anything. But now, no real training was necessary for he knew Kate would do it any way he wanted it. He knew it!
And when the time came to test her, he was positive she would respond. Tonight was the first time she had ever fucked from the female-above position, and she was awkward in her movements. Well, that was easily enough solved.
"Put your knees right up here under my arm-pits, baby," he commanded. When she did as he told her, he added, "Now see if that isn't better."
Kate found that the new positioning enabled her to slide her vagina more easily up and down the heatedly pulsating length of his lust hardened cock, and soon established a natural rhythm that gradually increased in tempo until she was bucking on top of him crazily as if she was riding a steer or a Limousin bull. Oh God! It was so fantastically beautiful!
Frantically working now, the rich creamy fullness of her ass rotated insanely above him, while her heavily straining tits lunged and danced as though they were trying to tear themselves off her chest.
These frenzied lunges downward made Kate realize she was deliberately hammering her heated cervix against the blunted head of Cole's prick… and each time her uterine opening slammed against his hammer-like cock it was as though a temple gong had been struck, and the sensuously powerful reverberations rippled throughout her entire body.
Once in a moment of delirious joy, she screamed like a Banshee, and the cry of exaltation was heard by the still standing, still hungrily sucking big foreman on the stage who lifted his voraciously feasting mouth from Mela's insanely twitching pussy. He blinked in bewilderment several times, trying to focus his eyes, then said in amazement, "Jesus Christ! Look at 'em go!" He pulled at the upside down girl's hips, trying to yank his cock from her hotly sucking mouth, but she refused to relinquish it… clinging to the warm shaft like an unweaned calf sucking on a life-giving teat. Sandy was finally forced to shove his knees together and lower her to the floor before her wetly compressed lips plopped loudly loose.
"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.
Beside him, shaking his head like a big shaggy dog, Sandy blinked his eyes and reached out a hand into the empty space around him to steady himself. Jesus! Christ! What was happening? Now there was another Goddamned couple fucking on the floor beside Cole. It was that kid Eric and… and… he bent down, blearily peering into the face and then stepped back rapidly as he saw who it was. That little stuck-up snotty schoolteacher! Hot damn! There she was being fucked out of her mind, with her nicely rounded young ass cheeks rising and falling as she sought to grind down and cram the boy's heavily thickened cock all the way up her belly and out her throat. He could see the tiny puckering flower of her hairlessly flexing asshole, nicely browned and tightly clenched. Son of a bitch, he thought wonderingly well, son of a bitch! Unsteadily, he took a step forward pushing Eric's legs apart and then knelt between the boy's wide-spread thighs, holding his eagerly jerking cock in his hand as he leaned forward. Asshole was one thing he hadn't had in a long time. "Join the party," Mela had said, and by God he planned to do just that.
Gwen felt the tip of something smooth and rubbery prodding hotly against her naked flesh from behind and she tried to straighten up and turn her head to see. The big foreman's drunkenly grinning face leered down at her as his hands came around and down over her back and caught her nakedly quivering breasts. He squeezed them hard, eliciting a yelp of fright and pain from her.
"Hell of a party, Gwen, baby," he said. "It's time old Sandy joined the party. You got the sweetest little asshole I seen in a long time, and I'm aiming to have some."
"Oh, noooooo," she wailed, remembering the excruciating pain of the first entry from the brutal sodomizing she had received the night before. "Angel, help me… don't let him, please, Angel."
"I'm sorry, my little whore, but he has paid me four dollars to cum up in your asshole." There was no mercy, no softness, in his mockingly glittering eyes. This was something he wanted to see and before it was over she would thank him.
"Kate… help me," Gwen cried out, beginning to wildly thrash against Eric's chest. She saw the Sutherland woman open her eyes and look over toward her; there was almost a drugged, dreamy expression on her face as she rose and fell ecstatically on her husband, Cole's wetly driving hardness.
Abruptly Gwen felt her breasts being pushed down flat against Eric's chest again. Her violent struggles only succeeded in angering the big foreman who slapped her quivering buttocks a couple of times, then as if relishing her yelps of pain began striking both of his calloused palms against her tender fleshy globes, rapidly turning them a blushing pink.
Kate abruptly became aware that Gwen was repeatedly calling her name. What did the stupid girl want? Couldn't she see that this was not a time for interruption? She blinked, trying to clear her eyes and looked over toward the pleading teacher. A sudden shock went through her as she saw Sandy reaching down and moistening his fingers on the huge fleshy rod burrowing up into the wildly writhing girl's cunt from below, then, slipping them higher in the violently trembling crevice between her buttocks he tensed them around the tiny puckered lips of her anus. Even so, it was not until she heard the big foreman tell Eric to hold the girl tightly that she realized with a sudden shock that he was lubricating her there and what he was planning to do to her. Oh God! He was going to sodomize the girl. Kate looked around for help, but the only non-involved person was the cruelly smirking Angel.
Sandy grinned in obscene anticipation down at the naked young teacher cowering against the young giant's chest and slowly drew apart the soft white mounds of her buttocks. Gwen groaned loudly in fear and tried to tightly clench them together again, but the big foreman dug his fingers hard into the full fleshy cheeks and, rather than suffer the pain, she relaxed and let him do as he willed.
Kate felt the birth of a new and even hotter excitement in her loins as she saw the tiny puckered ring of the small blonde's rectal mouth come into view. Sandy used the thumb and widespread fingers of his left hand to hold the trembling cheeks apart then tentatively pressed his fingertip at the little brown opening. Gwen, squealing loudly, tensed her buttocks together in a desperate, but futile, effort to escape this unnatural invasion. Then, with one relentless thrust, his thick worming finger popped through the tightly clenched opening and sank hotly up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh," Gwen gasped, breathing heavily and in pain, as she flexed her ass cheeks together as tightly as possible trapping his hand between them.
Sandy grinned even more lewdly, then pushed in with a greater pressure; the finger sank in to the second knuckle and, as the defeated girl began groaning in piteous submission, his thick finger was in all the way to the flat of his palm.
Kate excitedly watched as the ranch foreman mercilessly ground his middle finger around in the helpless girl's tortured anus, widening the tiny hole in preparation, all the while energetically stroking his wildly throbbing prick with his other hand. A moment later, he spread her helplessly trembling buttocks wide again and placed the huge round bulbous head of his cock against the defensively puckering little anal opening. The thick full length of his penis pounded hotly into the crevice of her ass, with the tip resting against the tiny hole wet from her vaginal juices and stretched wide from his finger. Pushing his hands under her thighs, he stretched her wide apart then directed his lust hardened rock-like staff straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her ass.
Kate simply could not believe what she saw happening. Gwen's tiny little anus could not take that monstrously large prick. It couldn't! After all, the girl was less than five feet tall, and she already had Eric's mammoth rod fucking into her vagina from below. Cole's wife waited with bated breath as she saw Sandy's hips slowly pressuring forward, and then she groaned loudly in sympathy as she saw the huge throbbing head suddenly pop through the tight restricting little ring of flesh.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh," the shrill scream of pain caught Cole's attention and he used his hands to push Mela's still hungrily grinding pussy away from his face. He turned his head and then snorted as he heard Sandy Gayman say drunkenly, "Boy… what a tight little, asshole." A second later, Gwen was howling again as the foreman's huge invading cock began hammering its way up into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. Soon, Gwen's strengthless body simply collapsed down against Eric's chest and the heavy hardness wormed on in unimpeded, mercilessly hammering its way up, up, up, until it was all the way to the hilt.
Once Sandy felt his balls touch the sides of widespread buttock cheeks there was no waiting. Within seconds the two giant pricks had established a punishing rhythm as they rammed in and out of the helplessly writhing girl's cunt and asshole. Cole heard his wife groan and flex her vaginal muscles with what he recognized as an even greater excitement, then saw the obviously painfully aroused Angel standing watching them with a defiant look on his face. What the hell, everyone else was having a go at it… why not him? "Come on son, join the party. Take your choice… anyone but me." He grinned to show it was a joke, then pulled Mela's sweetly clasping pussy down over his face again. His tongue shot out in one hot lick and he was rewarded with her shrill scream of rapture.
Kate watched in open-mouth amazement as the petite schoolteacher began abruptly moving in eager cooperation with the two big men. She looked like a rag doll being buffeted between them, but there was no denying the intense pleasure she was receiving from them. Gwen had begun mewling loudly and seemed almost out of her mind with an implacable desire that drove her to frenzied abandoned motions that were so sensually exciting to watch that Kate began to feel incomplete herself. She had to have it just like Gwen was getting it. Nothing else would satisfy her but Angel… she'd had every male here but him, and her own steaming desire made her cry out, "Angel… fuck me from behind. Quick… just like Sandy's doing to Gwen!"
The Mexican boy needed no other encouragement, but he did take four steps away toward the deserted dining table and picked up a gob of half-melted butter which he spread all over his eagerly throbbing cock. Then he dug his hand in the butter plate and came back, fingers all golden, to smear it in and around Kate's expectantly raised little oval mouth. Even before he got his hotly hammering cock into Kate, Gwen was already screeching out an orgasm, a chant of fulfillment that was rapidly picked up by the madly thrashing Mela.
Angel quickly knelt between Cole's wide-spread thighs and placed the throbbing, blood-filled head of his dark penis against his wife's hungrily quivering anal opening and then thrust forward with all his wiry young strength, driving in one stroke all the way in to the hilt, feeling his balls slap against the backs of her trembling thighs and against the top of Cole Sutherland's balls down below.
"Ohhhh… Jesus…" Kate hissed through tightly clenched teeth. Oh God, that really hurt! And yet, as Angel immediately began grinding his desire-hardened cock in long heated strokes in and out of the warm, buttery slickened depths of his boss' wife's rectum, she could feel the deeper rectal and vaginal muscles beginning to move in harmony together, and she could feel her body rapidly soaring toward the long sought orgasm. Eric came with a loud cry of delight, Gwen continued to orgasm – furiously convulsing under the two male figures sandwiching her between them – and her frantic movements of release triggered Sandy's pent-up energy and the foreman came with a bellow that shook the hall. Then Angel was throbbing hotly up into the furthermost regions of Cole's wife's rectum filling the whole of her bowels with his lust-heated cum. That left only Cole and her. And he was about there too!
Arching like a great bull, the whole formidable strength of his straining body behind the effort, Cole lifted from the floor as he drove the spike of his manhood deep into the heatedly pulsating vitals of his wife and the whole fucking world was taking off! He noted with some satisfaction that only he and Kate were still fucking, the others had thrown in the towel and shot their wads. Suddenly, he felt it give… the entire tremendous volume of his dammed up cum streaming out in great hosings of sperm, shooting in hot spewings into Kate's arching, bucking body. Goddamn! Once he'd turned her on there was no one could match his Kate… As Cole felt the gushing ecstasy go on and on, he remembered dimly the line of print on a page in a book Kate had left open on the corner of his desk… what was it – "MY LAST DUCHESS". By God, yes… Kate would be his last Duchess… the only one he ever wanted… the best… and the first heifer out of that Limousin bull he'd call Duchess!
Kate felt the streams of white hot cum pouring into her exhausted body and it was like the whole world was showering love into her as though she were the great earth mother of all time. Her tightly constricted belly expanded then into one blinding, searing, exultant flashing of sensation that seemed too immense for her brain to register in its glory, and she was bursting with the love she felt had been contained too long in her own selfishness. Oh God… she was born and died and conceived and spent and destroyed and reborn again in those few brief seconds, and she was the mother of the whole world… the whole hot breed that peopled the universe!