suck it!"

The heady sweet smell of crushed gardenia petals in the hot sun hit his nose as Cole buried his whole face in the soft pillow of her full heaving breast. His madly licking tongue and warm moist lips clamped down hard on the sensitive nipple, and he heard the lewd urgings spring from her l.u.s.t-constricted throat. She acted as if she were trying to ram her t.i.t down his mouth, he thought. h.e.l.l, he hadn't f.u.c.ked a broad in a car since he was a green kid. Well, this one wouldn't wait and he couldn't! He could feel his b.a.l.l.s, sperm-bloated and aching, his impatiently pounding c.o.c.k almost bent double inside his pants. How could it have any conscience? It was screaming for release. It was like this was a last chance at life, at Paris, at f.u.c.king!

Pulling his hungry mouth into her desperately trembling flesh, Mela's head fell back against the hot leather seat, her throat, b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and upper torso naked to him. She could feel the expectant quivering extend down her rippling belly and deep inside her excitedly reverberating loins as Kate's husband's mouth drew on her goose-b.u.mpled nipple and sucked it hard and viciously into his ravenously heated mouth. Two nights of f.u.c.king in Paris with him hadn't been enough.

She was never going to get enough ... not of this! Her hands flew to his belt and she struggled with the waistband as he leaned against her eagerly agitated breast, licking, sucking, and nuzzling. She felt his hot breath on her like a flame!

"Oh G.o.d," Mela cried; "Help me, Cole. Where is your big, beautiful c.o.c.k?" The rancher heard the young, excitedly writhing girl moan in despair as her hands clawed almost maniacally at his crotch. He straightened up, ripped his belt loose, and then jerked the zipper down, frantically working his jeans down his legs. Cole felt her hands feverishly unb.u.t.toning his shirt, and he heard little mewls and moans bubbling desperately out her mouth.

When finally his shirt was off and his Levi's down around his knees he turned to help the wildly excited young heiress, only to find she was way ahead of him. She was jerking her jeans and black nylon panties down but they had caught on her boots.

"Give me your foot," he panted. She turned to him in the seat with one boot toward him, and he could see the soft hair-fringed v.a.g.i.n.al slit up between her firmly rounded young thighs open like a flower, showing the tiny dewdrops of moisture that welled from deep inside the depths of her love-starved p.u.s.s.y. Christ! She was all pink and swollen, with her glistening c.u.n.tal lips wide open in invitation.

Mela could see the giant throbbing p.e.n.i.s jutting up from his loins like a bull's. The dark curling pubic hair was a mat above its long sinewy length, the fleece above the sword that looked as though it could service a cow or a mare with no difficulty. His p.r.i.c.k was ridged and purpling, thick as her wrist and she couldn't even estimate its length.

Inches meant nothing anyway. That prissy little Frenchman had been hung as well, but was so selfish and inept that he may as well have had a baby's p.r.i.c.k. Her breath caught at the magnificence that awaited her, its cyclops eye drooling in antic.i.p.ation.

"Ohhhh ... lover ..." she cried and pressed her suddenly hungering lips downward in subservience toward the hardened rod of flesh that pounded and beat as if it had a life of its own. Her widely ovaled, lipstick- rimmed mouth closed hotly over the warm spongy head of it and she plunged her head downward, trying to take all of his c.o.c.k into her mouth at once.

"CHRISSSTTTT!" Cole almost came right out of the car. His hips lunged up, driving his thick, aching hardness almost through the back of her streaked blonde head. His hands came out to keep the greedily working mouth on his thick fleshy rod jerking deep now into the wetly waiting entrance to her throat. Jesus! She wanted c.o.c.k as much as he wanted p.u.s.s.y! If only his wife had ever shown such enthusiasm. h.e.l.l, last night he'd had to make Kate suck him off, had even been forced to threaten her before she would do it. But not this hot little b.i.t.c.h.

Christ, she'd eat him alive!

Mela swirled her tongue expertly around the hungrily throbbing tip and tasted with delight the pungent maledom seeping from the thin vertical slit of his c.o.c.khead. Her warm slippery saliva flowed freely as her head bobbed furiously up and down, and she sucked as though she were milking another woman's t.i.t with her mouth ... a mammoth, milk-filled t.i.t that was oozing forth its slowly rising liquid of love. Her lips smacked hard together as her mouth in its eager pa.s.sion slipped accidentally off the head and a lewd silver sheen of saliva shone glisteningly on her chin.

The young girl bent again, kneeling now on the white leather, and her hands came around the heavily pulsating c.o.c.k as her lips touched it in a long loving kiss. The helplessly aroused girl feverishly worked at her partly loosened boots with her heels, rubbing them together and trying to sc.r.a.pe the offending leather from her.

"Ohhh ... G.o.dd.a.m.n ... G.o.dd.a.m.n!" The words grated out Cole's tightly clenched teeth as he felt her ovaled lips teasingly come down on him again. He could see the rounded half-moons of her naked b.u.t.tocks quivering where she knelt over him; they had a narrow band of white, inviting flesh at the bottoms of them where her skimpy bikini bathing suit bottom was normally worn. Streaks of fire were spiraling up his rigidly swollen c.o.c.k and his sperm-loaded b.a.l.l.s felt as though they weighed two tons and were filling up more every second!

Thick hot moisture was drooling down Mela's smooth upper thighs on the inside, slipping from deep inside her hotly steaming loins like a seeping spring. The sun beat down on her back through the opened pink shirt, and her b.u.t.tocks felt as though a blast furnace had been opened on them in the convertible for they were totally naked to the open sky.

Her heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s, dangling like ripe fruit, felt enormously full and filled with the growing seed about to burst open. The soft silken blonde hair swung down like a flaxen tent over the rancher's l.u.s.t- tightened t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es as she sucked on the warm hard flesh of his c.o.c.k.

She could feel his darkly curling pubic hair tickling her nose.

Reaching down Cole caught her face and pulled her head up to him; "Ohh ... Baby ...!" He plunged his tongue deep into her warm moist mouth that still tasted pungency of himself. Now his own urgent screaming need created even more liquid inside his aching loins. The hoa.r.s.ely breathing young girl's naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s felt incredibly warm on his chest as he pulled her excitedly quivering body to him, fiercely mashing the soft, fleshy t.i.ts against him, while he f.u.c.ked her whimperingly imploring mouth with the hardness of his tongue.

Mela felt him effortlessly lift her and place her tremblingly bare b.u.t.tocks in a sitting position on the top of the white leather seat.

He kneeled between her wide-spread knees with his throbbingly erect c.o.c.k pressed against the back of the seat, and ran his hands wonderingly over the smoothly rounded mounds of her a.s.s. His tongue slid like hot lava down her throat while his hands jerked the flimsy pink shirt off her arms and threw it into the back seat of the convertible. The huge rough hands were all over her excitedly writhing body as he hunched down to rip the jeans the rest of the way off her long tapered legs for the obstinate boots had finally been kicked off.

Then, she was completely naked!

Cole's eyes moved up the beautifully tanned flesh with the b.r.e.a.s.t.s and lower loins whiter than the rest of her sun-browned body. The panting young girl's legs were spread wide out to brace and balance her on the top of the car seat, and Kate's husband, his face inches from her nakedly pulsating v.a.g.i.n.a, knelt in homage between them, his hotly eager eyes devouring her like a starving man who hadn't eaten in weeks.

G.o.dd.a.m.n! What a broad! The m.u.f.fled cries of his conscience were long since dead and silenced.

"Oh G.o.d, Cole ... Do something soon ... I'm dying ..." Mela heard the moans coming out her own l.u.s.t swollen throat as Cole's greedily working hands found her hotly seething b.r.e.a.s.t.s and held them up like two succulent melons to his voraciously licking mouth. He was up on his knees on the seat sucking them hungrily, and deep gurgling sounds of intense pa.s.sion came out of his bronzed muscular chest. To him nothing else in the world existed or mattered as he squeezed and sucked and licked. Unbelievably sensual explosions, soft silent explosions, went off in the frantically moaning girl's flesh every time his teeth nipped teasingly at her eagerly erect nipples. "Ohh ... yessss ... bite them ... bite them, lover ... bite them hard ..."

Supporting the twin peaks with his hands, Cole slid his rapaciously craving tongue down the heiress's smooth, tautly rippling belly to the curling blonde pubic hair below. His tongue dug through the soft fleece like a plow furrowing a field. He proceeded further, hunching down to get at the perfumed pink mouth of her pa.s.sion drenched p.u.s.s.y and, with a low cry of victory, his hungry mouth found the proud, ruby little lips of her c.u.n.t, slickened and moist with the excitement of her secretions. His nostrils flared as they caught the scent of her c.u.n.ted fragrance, and he could feel her hands twisting in his hair pressing him ever inward to the hotly hidden depths of her lurching young body.

"Ohhhhhh ... G.o.d ... G.o.d, Cole ... ahhhh G.o.d!"

His hands moved to the nakedly silken hips and he eagerly pulled them to his face in order to get his tongue deeper into the trembling wet succulency up there between her smooth inner thighs. Mela arched up to him so strenuously that her feet kept slipping on the sweat streaked leather seat. Stiffening his tongue to a hard point, Kate's husband rammed it mercilessly into the young blonde's hotly pulsing p.u.s.s.y and felt the restlessly rippling muscles deep inside the frenzied girl's v.a.g.i.n.a begin to grab and clutch at it, trying to capture the wet, teasing invader and draw it deeper up inside.

Sweat was rolling down Kate's cheeks as she picked over the blackberry bushes. The basket was almost full now. Her hands were stained and her lips, too. The fat juicy berries were too tempting not to eat your way along. Hot with the sun and sweetly ripe, she ate another and moved on down between the tangle of bushes. She shouldn't have taken the time to go berrying. It was getting close to noon. Well, for once the ranch hands could eat sandwiches for lunch. There were plenty of cold cuts. For supper there'd be blackberry pies, and that ought to make up for the uninspired mid-day meal.

Suddenly, from the other side of the thicket, she heard the loud quavering moan of a woman ...

Tasting the musk-scented secretions of Mela's insanely demanding young c.u.n.t, Kate's husband rammed his tongue deeper inside the elastically clasping walls of the young girl's quivering p.u.s.s.y while his hands boldly roamed up and down the warm satin skin of her long shapely thighs, then up and around the smoothly curved b.u.t.tocks before reaching her ripely voluptuous b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He felt her fingers playing with his ears and then her hands frantically plunged into his hair, turning and tangling as they pulled his laboring mouth ever deeper into her desperately heated c.u.n.t. The blonde heiress was so turned on now that she was crying a ragged moan of ever increasing urgency with each hot flick and stab of his hotly teasing tongue!

Sandy cut the motor and got out. That was Kate's station wagon parked there by the side of the road, and it looked like there was no one in it. The big foreman walked across the gravel road and looked inside ... just some stuff, a quilt, some packages, her purse. h.e.l.l, she couldn't be far! He walked around the car and saw the little rubbled path down the ditch as though someone had slid down. Of course. The blackberry tangle down there. Cole's wife must be down there picking.

"Kate?" Sandy called out from time to time as he went through the ma.s.s of bushes. When he finally found her, he almost stumbled over her, and for a moment he thought she had hurt herself. She was standing as though frozen, deaf and dumb to everything except what she was staring at through a break in the bushes. The basket laden with blackberries dangled lifelessly from her hand.

"Kate? ... You all right?"

She turned a pained and frozen face toward him blindly as though she were a robot whose power source was fading.

"What's the matter? You feel bad?" There was something wrong with her.

Cole's wife didn't answer but turned away from him to stare again at the scene beyond the thicket. Sandy bent so he could see what she was staring at. His breath caught sharply in his throat. Jesus Christ, G.o.d Almighty! Down in the edge of the field a little below the blackberry thicket was a red convertible. A naked blonde girl was sitting on top of the seat of the car, and a naked man was hunched down between her wide-spread thighs, eating her hungrily grinding young p.u.s.s.y as though he had gone stark raving mad. There was no other red convertible for miles around, and no other streaked blonde hair like that!

Involuntarily the big foreman's hands reached out and bit into Kate's arms. She shook and quaked, and he pulled her violently trembling body back against him, for strangled, m.u.f.fled moans were bubbling out of her throat. The pain in his chest was tight and unrelenting. That was Mela down there with her legs spread out like a G.o.dd.a.m.n French wh.o.r.e and Cole Sutherland eating at her young, blonde-fringed p.u.s.s.y like a maniac! G.o.d d.a.m.n! Sandy's hands bit deeper into Kate's arms as though they were her husband's throat. Jesus! A murderous rage was rising in the big sandy-haired man that literally blurred the naked bodies with a red haze.

"Ohh, noooo!" Kate moaned and the moans were bleats of anguish that tore from her chest to come out in pitiful small agonized sounds. She wasn't sure whether they came from her or from Sandy whom she hung on to as though he were a lifeline. She would have fallen without him.

There seemed no way to contain the pain that ripped through her body so unmercifully. It went on and on with the inevitable cert.i.tude of a chill that racked one with the shivers of the d.a.m.ned. Dimly she wondered how long she could endure such pain.

Her eyes were glued to the nakedly writhing and groaning bodies. She didn't even know the girl ... had never seen her. Cole had come home from France only last night, and today he was burying his face in another woman's v.a.g.i.n.a and sucking up between her lewdly spread thighs as though he was actually enjoying the wickedly perverted act. The woman was pulling his face into her as if she could never get enough of his scorching tongue. Oh G.o.d! What have I done, Kate wondered, to deserve this kind of h.e.l.l?

Sandy held Kate's limp but straining body back hard against him. It seemed like her inner fiber was quivering with agony under the limp- with-shock muscles. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the salacious spectacle any more than the rancher's wife could.

He could see Kate's husband's big hands come up to cup and ma.s.sage the beautifully naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s that Sandy'd thought were going to be only his, could see Cole's hands sliding like they owned it over the eager, nakedly writhing body that should have been his right! G.o.d d.a.m.n it!

He'd kill the sonofab.i.t.c.h! He'd kill them both! It was as though his whole life had been spent on a turn of the cards and that he'd known for sure he was going to win but now a sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.d had cut him out and his whole life was going down the drain and there'd be no other chance.

Suddenly Mela's whitely tapered legs shot straight out, and the two naked bodies came together in a heap as the seat fell back, making a bed out of the car's interior. In her frantic twistings Mela had hit the seat b.u.t.ton with her foot.

Silent sobs were shaking Kate now and the foreman felt her shudder against him. Sandy wrapped his arms around her slender body and held her against his chest. Poor Kate. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d Cole hardly home and here he was licking another woman's p.u.s.s.y. His woman's p.u.s.s.y!

Breath came out of Kate in tiny gasps of pain as she watched with stricken eyes the cavorting bodies of her husband and the unknown girl.

They were laughing at being thrown so unexpectedly back. With the seat all the way down, the woman still was spread wide, only now she was lying on her back where she'd been sitting before and Cole was crouching over her with his ma.s.sively throbbing p.e.n.i.s, that great purple headed instrument hanging down powerfully under him, enormous, ready, hard, long and thick. That girl was going to get the p.e.n.i.s up inside her that Kate had been denied last night. Oh G.o.d! She had to get out of here ... but the obscene spectacle did have a strange unearthly fascination, m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic in nature. If she stayed she would be hurt even more by what she witnessed. Kate knew she was powerless to move. She had to see this played out ... the lewd and lascivious pageant of her husband's betrayal.

Sandy saw Mela reach up and grab his neighboring rancher's c.o.c.k; her hand looked small and white against the bruising white rod. It was glistening and wet and ponderously erect. He could see Mela stroke it expertly--as though she had been jacking off men all her life and cup the sperm-bloated b.a.l.l.s with her other hand. A moment later, holding her breath, she pulled him down on her by pressuring his stiffly pulsating c.o.c.k forward until it rested tightly against her wetly quivering c.u.n.tal lips! Oh Christ! If only she was doing that to me, Sandy thought. The foreman's arms tightened convulsively around Cole's wife, and his hand of its own accord found the fleshy fullness of her breast, shaking and quivering in despair and shock. His other hand clutched the curve of her hip, and he ardently pulled her back into him and onto the long rigidness of his throbbing c.o.c.k which had grown heavily in his jeans just from watching the obscene performance down there in the car.

"Ohhhh ... oohhhh ... noooooo!" Kate whimpered in her pained agony, her arm coming up to struggle feebly with the hand enclosing her breast so fiercely. It couldn't be! Sandy's hand didn't belong there ... but it felt good ... it felt almost the way Cole's hand used to ... the way her husband's had looked on that strange young girl's breast. Kate wanted desperately to close her eyes and open them to find it was all a terrifying nightmare It had to be! It couldn't be real. She'd just been picking blackberries; m.u.f.fled sounds had come through the thicket and then she'd seen a flash of red; and when she squirmed closer she'd seen it ... the whole horrible degrading scene. A nightmare! At first she hadn't even recognized her husband with his face buried so hungrily in that blonde girl's naked v.a.g.i.n.a, and then he'd raised his mouth and face, and a knife had plunged into her heart, and she felt as though she was bleeding internally and the flow went on and on and it hurt more and more!

Behind her, the foreman's hand hungrily squeezed at her fleshy t.i.ts, but somehow, that didn't hurt ...

Cole poised on his toes, the head of his aching c.o.c.k touching Mela's eagerly throbbing p.u.s.s.y. He could feel her incredibly soft pubic hair- -like a rabbit's fur--and the swollen, moistly slickened flesh of her fevered c.u.n.tal opening nibbling hotly at the head of his c.o.c.k. Jesus!

He was going right out of his mind! There was something wildly exciting about f.u.c.king a woman out here in broad daylight with the bees and flies buzzing and the stillness of the earth around them and the air hot on their sweat-streaked bodies ... G.o.d ... it was indescribably sensual.

Arching her hips, the wide-eyed and panting young heiress let go of Cole's thick fleshy rod and slid her hands around his hips, feeling the flexed muscles of his powerful b.u.t.tocks like iron heated to a white hot heat. She looked up at him and groaned pleadingly. If eyes could f.u.c.k ... his were actually f.u.c.king hers now as he hung poised above her, the angrily pulsating head oozing impatiently against her hotly twitching c.u.n.tal lips. Suddenly his c.o.c.k took the cue of his eyes, and he lunged forward with a loud groan of rapture, shoving his hips forward at the same time, causing the huge muscular pole to slip through the elastic rimmed tightness of her p.u.s.s.y's outer lips and ram without hesitation deep into the smooth fleshy walls of the warmly convulsing pa.s.sage.

When he hit bottom, his p.e.n.i.s buried to the hilt in her wildly writhing body, he simply opened his mouth and groaned out his pa.s.sion.

"GGOOOODDDD ...!".

"OOOhhh ... G.o.ddd ... Yess ... ss ... It hurts sooooo!" Mela screamed as Kate's husband drove the full pulsating length of his hotly distended c.o.c.k far up into her madly undulating belly with one great lunge! Oh G.o.d ... nothing but Cole Sutherland's magnificent p.e.n.i.s had ever filled her so deliciously and so completely. She had to have his rampaging c.o.c.k and she would never, never let it go! Mela felt him lash his hotly moistened tongue into her wide open mouth with the same animal ferocity as his warmly throbbing p.e.n.i.s had driven down into her p.u.s.s.y. Down there she felt his c.o.c.k pulsating like an idling cylindrical engine that was ready to fire into action!

Oh Jesus! He was in her now. Cole Sutherland had his p.r.i.c.k driven to the hilt in Sandy's woman ... where the ranch foreman had always wanted to be. From the very first minute Sandy had gone to work years ago for old man Meacham he'd wanted to pull down Mela's panties and shove his own aching c.o.c.k into her hot little c.u.n.t. At sixteen she'd wiggled that curvaceous little a.s.s around like she was a professional wh.o.r.e advertising her wares, and old man Meacham had sent her to that finishing school in Switzerland to keep her out of trouble. In the six years since, she'd only come home briefly. It was as though the girl couldn't stand the ranch once she had tasted Europe. Sandy hadn't been able to see that she needed much finishing when she went away, but he had to admit that each time the girl came home she was a little more poised and polished, and a h.e.l.luva lot more seductive. Only now it was high cla.s.s seductiveness, not school girl instinct. At sixteen Mela had been a child to the ranch foreman's thirty-one years ... a provocative child ... but at twenty-two she was a woman not at all too young for his thirty-seven. And now there she was out there f.u.c.king in her convertible with that G.o.dd.a.m.ned Cole Sutherland who already had a ranch and a wife ... d.a.m.ned nice wife too ...!

Sandy's hand closed tighter on Kate's breast. Christ ... with all that going on down there in the convertible and his own b.a.l.l.s aching like they had a million needles in them ... he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Cole's wife was crying now and the sobs that she tried to stifle shook her whole body. Sandy pulled her even closer back against him and his head went down against her sun warmed throat.

"Shhh ... it's all right ... shhh, Kate, baby ... don't carry on so ...

shhh ... it's going to be all right ..." he whispered against her hair, smelling of sunshine mixed with the faint scent of honeysuckle. From this angle the foreman could see the straining tops of Kate's full fleshy t.i.ts above the scoop-necked blue gingham shift she wore. His suddenly eager lips trailed along the graceful curve of her neck, and his hand brushed over the swelling mounds of both b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing them together through the cloth; but even his big hand couldn't contain the fullness of the two firmly protruding mounds.

It wasn't his idea ... it was the situation and the degrading scene below them ... and the betrayal! That b.a.s.t.a.r.d Sutherland deserved it!

By G.o.d! Why not? Cole and Mela were having their fun ... f.u.c.king themselves into oblivion right out there in the hot open sun. Why shouldn't he and Kate have a little? h.e.l.l, yes! His hand was already ahead of his brain, and it slithered inside the loosely gaping top of Kate's cotton dress where it insinuated itself inside the soft nylon bra to cup the lusciously heaving breast. He felt the tiny rubbery nipple harden and pop out immediately into his palm.

"No, Sandy, we mustn't," she groaned, and then shuddered. The foreman couldn't tell whether the movement came from fear ... or the excitement of his hand locked tightly around her naked t.i.t.

The writhing bodies on the white leather seat blurred before Kate's disbelieving eyes as the tears coursed down her cheeks in torrents.

Dimly, she heard Sandy's words and felt his hands and arms, hard and yet strangely soothing in this hour of need. A tiny corner of her mind was screaming in warning about the strange hand on her bare breast, the strong male lips moving boldly on her throat. And then another hand began gently caressing her taut belly; it stroked down to her helplessly trembling thighs as though rea.s.suring her, and then came back up again lifting the hem of her dress, revealing her long slender legs and the yellow satin bikini panties that clung tightly to the smoothly rounded b.u.t.tocks. Behind her she felt Sandy shift his weight and then an impatiently grinding bulge was pressing into the tightly clenched crevice of her a.s.s cheeks. That tiny voice of conscience was receding and growing fainter and fainter as wave after wave of sensuous feeling roared like a hot implacable tide from firmly flexed b.u.t.tocks to the throbbing hungry pit of her belly.

The sun was beating on Cole's back in a slow pulse that seemed to bear down in time with his long powerful thrusts into the hot, wetly sucking hollow up between Mela's insanely quivering thighs. Her legs were wrapped around his naked b.u.t.tocks, and she used her heels like spurs to urge him on to a deeper penetration. Cole arched up, pulling his throbbing thick length of c.o.c.k flesh almost all the way out as his hands caught the young girl's frantically bobbing b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He began licking them in rhythm with his wildly pulsating c.o.c.k beating like a maddened metronome just inside the warm damp entrance of her open c.u.n.t!

"Ohhh ... Lover ... lick me ... suck me ... ohhhh!" The writhing blonde heiress chanted softly, undulating her hips tip in the age-old twist of the belly dancer in an effort to force the long, beautiful length of Cole's commanding hardness back up deep inside her belly where she wanted it most. His rapacious tongue licked the hardness of her nipples and the surrounding softness of her t.i.t, and she felt the tiny radiating explosions start from the warmly wonderful wetness of her nipples and spread through her flesh in wildly bursting flowers of l.u.s.t! Oh G.o.d! He was a good f.u.c.ker ... the best ... and he was going to be hers! She didn't care a d.a.m.n if he was keeping three wives ...

he was going to be hers alone. She had searched for the likes of him all her young life and now she'd found him!

"G.o.dd.a.m.n! ... Oh baby ..." Cole gritted through tightly clenched teeth as his desire-hardened c.o.c.k worked its way deep and deeper up inside her hungrily rippling belly. Christ! Her hot little c.u.n.t closed on him like a vise ... a hot, wet, tight, clasping, clenching, milking vise. The v.a.g.i.n.al muscles up between Mela's widespread thighs rippled and squeezed and clutched, ma.s.saging him like the million practiced fingers of a ma.s.seuse ... pulling voraciously at the hotly building sperm in his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es whether he wanted it or not ... and oh G.o.d! He wanted it! He could feel the seething pressure in his b.a.l.l.s, and his p.r.i.c.k was on fire with the spirals of flaming l.u.s.t that encased and surrounded his pulsating solid pole of flesh sunk so deeply and so tightly into her greedily pulling v.a.g.i.n.a!

Mela felt the hot, hard-muscled back under her hands and the mammoth pulsing hardness f.u.c.king deeper and deeper into her belly, so deep that it felt like Cole was ramming it up out the back of her throat, as though he had impaled her whole body on his giant c.o.c.k, and she was helplessly impaled all the way through! Her eyes were closed against the terrible sun but she needed no sight to know what was happening to her body! She could feel every ridge and muscle and straining action, every inch of him. Even so, she wanted more; her heels came up to lock behind his calves that clenched and worked tightly in his labor, and her thighs closed around his lean stone hard hips, male and aggressive as the rest of him!

The words came tumbling out her throat and lips, kissing the words into the bronzed neck and ear, "f.u.c.k me ... oh, Cole lover ... f.u.c.k me like you never f.u.c.ked before ... f.u.c.k me hard ... harder, lover ... harder ...!" The young heiress's hips gyrated and rotated wildly to squeeze every ounce of his solid male flesh into her hotly seething depths as his wildly thrusting c.o.c.k pumped in and out in a fevered rhythm of uncontrolled pa.s.sion that was building every second. "You're my man ... my man, lover ... and I'm your woman ... Oh G.o.d ... f.u.c.kKK MEEEE!"

Kate's eyes fluttered and the sobs shook her from head to foot as she heard the young girl's wanton shriek. She could see even through her tears that her husband, Cole, was humping that woman ... f.u.c.king like one of his bulls might and snorting like an animal in his lewdly building pleasure! How could he feel such erotic pa.s.sion with another woman? And then her own flesh answered her. Sandy's big hands were cupping her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s from behind, and she could feel the lasciviously traitorous sensations shoot through her. Her nipples popped out like tiny sensitive noses into his palms and the strange breathless calm that precludes a later raging storm was sweeping over her! Oh G.o.d! What was happening? How had she gotten here with Sandy Gayman? And then she knew! Vengeance grew deep inside her as she heard the woman down there cry out in her pa.s.sion ... cry out as Cole, her Cole, f.u.c.ked her almost into oblivion! By G.o.d ... two could play at that game!

Sandy held the hurt, angrily trembling body of Kate and pressed her beautiful, curvaceous softness back into the hardness of his c.o.c.k that thrust and strained against the bindings of his jeans. Christ! He was so hot now that he could think of nothing more than laying her down on her back and f.u.c.king her right on the gra.s.s under the blackberry bushes. He wanted to rip away the clothes that separated them and plunge his vengeance minded c.o.c.k up into her! It would ease the pain and bitter gall in both of them. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Cole, and the b.i.t.c.h wh.o.r.e Mela, deserved it. No one ever deserved it more!

Suddenly Sandy turned Kate in his arms and crushed her to him, struggling to get the whole supple length of her pressed into his fiercely burning flesh. His lips came down hard on her half open mouth, and his hot tongue met hers as it darted into the warm wet cave of her mouth. He tongue f.u.c.ked her for a long minute, his hands clutching her soft, thinly covered a.s.s cheeks through her panties as he ground his pulsating rod into her rapidly awakening c.u.n.t like the end of the earth was at hand!

The kiss triggered something wildly exhilarating in Cole's wife, something that never had been there before with any man other than her husband. She wanted it ... she wanted it terribly! Her arms went up and her hands found the back of Sandy's strong thick neck; she flaunted herself into him, feeling the pain easing and being obliterated in the overwhelming wave of l.u.s.t that was on her like a sudden summer thunder storm. Yes! This was what she needed! A man who understood her anguish and her need. She felt his big capable hands frantically kneading the smoothness of her b.u.t.tocks and his fingers were like mitts of fire burning through her flimsy panties. Then, without warning, his hotly foraging hands found her cool bare skin and they slid inside the yellow satin panties to cup her nakedly quivering pubic mound. She pushed up tight against him, not really knowing whether she was trying to trap the hand and hold it motionless ... or cooperate!

"To h.e.l.l with Cole and Mela ... let's get out of here, Kate ... let's get out of here and go someplace ..." Sandy urgently whispered against her temple as his other hand gently stroked up her naked back.

"Mela? ... Mela Meacham? ... Is that who?" Kate drew back in dismay, staring up at him.

"That's her ... the old man's daughter ... come on, Kate, honey ...

let's go ... back to my place."

"Oh my G.o.d!" She burst into sobs again.

Sandy could see that Kate's tearful eyes were stunned. She was as weak and defenseless as a kitten when he half carried, half dragged her as quietly as he could back up through the blackberry thicket. When finally they got to the road where her wagon and his pickup were parked, they were panting and the sweat was pouring down their faces.

Kate leaned weakly against the fender of his truck. The big foreman put the basket of berries into the car for her while she stood there, breathing heavily and watching him. She could feel the slippery moisture seeping down the insides of her still trembling thighs and could not fool herself that it was all sweat. She looked at him ... a big, lean-hipped man, so like her husband, with his huge shoulders and work hardened hands and thick neck burned by the sun. What would it be like to be f.u.c.ked by him? G.o.d knows she wanted someone. Then she gasped. Oh no, it was wrong! Terribly wrong! Paying Cole back by letting another man f.u.c.k her wasn't the way. What good would it do to lower herself to the level of those nakedly straining bodies back there? She'd be forever sorry and remorseful, and she could never look their neighbor, Sandy Gayman, in the face again if she did what her traitorous body was screaming for her to do. No! She mustn't.

Quickly she walked around the car and got into the driver's seat.

Sandy came around and leaned on the door frame, his hand coming in the open window and cupping her face. She flinched, knowing they must have been insane back there in the blackberry thicket.

"See you in a few minutes, Kate ..."

"No, Sandy ... no ... not now--not ever!" Her face had closed, and Sandy could see that she couldn't even look at him. She fumbled in her purse for the car keys.

"We have to forget this ever happened ... forget what we saw back there. Decent people don't act that way."

"But, Kate ... it ain't right. And you need it, bad as me."

"Two wrongs never made a right, Sandy. I'll be going now."

The lean, rough-hewn ranch foreman stood in the middle of the road swearing softly to himself and watching the dust fly up in a cloud from Kate's swiftly spinning wheels. G.o.dd.a.m.n women all to h.e.l.l anyway!

They were only good for one thing, to lay on their backs and f.u.c.k, and by G.o.d they welched on that every chance they got! He slapped his hat against his dusty thighs and climbed in the pickup.