Chapter 3
Steve Angus rested on the bed in his bungalow bedroom and watched Tanya Houser crawl into her favorite fucking position-on top. She was a good-looking, slender brunette, about twenty-six, and she loved her pooning. Her husband, John, who owned the ranch adjoining the Fall acres, would shit in his drawers if he knew that one of his young "wives" sneaked over for a good fucking about twice a week.
He had met her one day in a wooded canyon below the Fall spread riding a fine looking mare. He had been exercising one of Dirk's stallions; and on such rides he could drop his disguise of being "old," and act natural.
He was forty-five, in great physical shape, and he had known that if he was to land a job working for Dirk Fall, he would have to appear much older than he really was. These playboy farmers with their harems didn't want any other males around who might be tempting to the "wives." So he wore glasses he didn't need, wore "old" clothing when he was at the bungalow or doing his work around the place, and asked that he be called Old Angus. He was very good with horses, and Dirk was pleased with the way he cared for them and ran the stable.
After that first meeting with Tanya, they had become better acquainted, and on their third get together he had squeezed his big, long cock into her snug, snug pussy. She really went for it. Apparently John wasn't hung too well. And he was slowing down at fifty. A new young "wife" was getting most of his attention, leaving Tanya and the real wife very frustrated.
The day before he had glimpsed the arrival of Dirk's newest addition to his harem, some relative of Angie's, a lovely young blonde. He didn't know her name, yet, but his binoculars had revealed just how young and naive she really was, and he felt almost sorry for her.
The mere thought of Dirk sliding his tool into her young, sweet cunt and getting her cherry made him furious. She didn't belong with that pack of sex fiends. He knew Dirk was a fucking sadist; he had heard some of Carla's screams of mingled pain and delight. And Carla seemed to enjoy getting the whip along with her cock.
From a distance he had watched Angie change; obviously she was turning into the kind of swinger Dirk wanted. Well, Angie was old enough to know what the hell she was doing, but bringing a teen-aged dainty girl of around fourteen or fifteen into the household was a goddamned shame.
But what could he do? Dirk was wealthy and powerful, these rich ranchers got what they wanted, laws or no laws. In his earlier years, in eastern Idaho, Steve had had a real wife and an "extra" himself.
In fact, the "extra" had been his wife's younger sister. Two dames had been all he could afford.
Then, he had gambled his small ranch on a mining venture, and had gone belly up. The wife and sister had moved on to greener pastures. A wealthy rancher had "taken them in."
Steve didn't mind working for a living; he always had. And perhaps if he was still in the chips he would have another setup with probably three broads in his house. Meanwhile, he had Tanya. She was a better-than-average hump; the difference in their ages didn't bother her. Years before he had learned the art of conserving his fuck energies. Satisfying Tanya was no problem at all; he could easily handle two more cunts if he had them. Love? He was a bit too old and cynical for that. Of course, if some pretty, dainty young thing like Susy ever crawled in his bed, he might have his hands full!
Damn, she's the cutest gal I ever saw! She's got so much stuff it worries me!
He was sure that Carla and Angie both were able to see through his "old" disguise, and he was equally sure he could fuck them if he ever had the chance. But he wanted to keep his job; he was saving money for another spread of his own. He had a good chunk put away already. A few more years and he could tell Dirk to kiss his ass.
"What's the matter, lover?" Tanya breathed, curving her slender ass downward, arching her tits lower. They were still firm and shapely, but not large. She loved to have them manipulated. Her dark, widely-banded nipples were very sensitive; she had a long clitoris, equally responsive. John had trained her well.
"I was thinking about our first screw," he lied, easily.
"Ohhh, wasn't that delish?" she pursed, pressing her moistened cunt against his cockhead. He reached up and held a pointy tit in each hand. Earlier, in the usual preliminary play, he had stiffened her breasts and expanded her cunt with his fingers, giving her a tickle climax. Today, as yet, he hadn't sucked her twat; perhaps later. She seemed especially eager for prick.
He was proud of his big ten inch pole. In thirty years it had given a lot of dames a lot of pleasure. He had run into a few cunts who hadn't been able to take it, but he was philosophical about it. Eating pussy was almost as good as fucking it, and most girls quickly learned to lap a prick. It seemed to come naturally, as did kissing.
What had his old Daddy said? "Train them right, son, and they'll do anything!"
Over the years he had had plenty of practice. Getting a hot girl off was really what it was all about. A man of his age had to space out his comes, or he was dead! Dames old and young gravitated to him. Dirk was such an egotistical cocksucker, he couldn't imagine having another prick specialist on his ranch. Steve's disguise worked beautifully. He was "Old Angus," over the hill. In a pig's ass.
One of these days I'll throw a fuck into that leggy Carla and into the plump, sensual Angie. I'll show them what a piece of ass is really like! I'll do it just before I cut out. If Dirk finds out about it then, he won't be able to do a damn thing about it I'll be long gone.
Dirty Bastard! I'd give my left nut to get a crack at Susy!
Somehow, he would have to lure her down to the barn and get acquainted. His mind was still occupied with the young, blonde beauty even as Tanya's juicy cunt began to stretch voluptuously around his prickhead.
"Ohhhhh!" Tanya panted, shivering "You're awfully big and hard today! Haven't you been getting any lately?"
"I saved it all for you, sweetie," he murmured, teasing her nipples.
"You're a horrible liar, but I love it!" she gasped. About two inches of hot meat was inside her cunt. She wiggled her slender ass and began to rotate, slowly. She hunched downward, shuddered, and five more inches of shaft oozed into her cunny. That was about her limit.
"Ohhh, honey!" she panted. "I'm glad we can make a lot of noise!"
A spring in the bed began to creak. She downhunched three times and rested, shivering. Her twat fluttered around his meat. He kept his left hand on her tits and moved his right to her buttocks, running a playful finger across her anus.
"Don't push it up in there till I'm ready to come!" she breathed.
On their third fuck he had experimented with her asshole, and she had gone off prematurely. She wasn't one of those fast repeaters. Two big orgasms was her limit; there was something just a bit masculine about her manner, her slender body and her personality; she liked to do the stroking, she played around with herself much the way a man did. But it was okay. The earlier tickle climax was just a kind of starter; she didn't go off hard that way. It helped expand her cunt for the pelvic, spasming climaxes ahead.
She had told him she hadn't learned how to enjoy a real, deep orgasm until about a year before; now she seemed determined to make up for lost time. It gratified his ego that he could pop her nuts twice or three times at each session. John had never gone that far with her; he had decided that one big come was the end of her fuck.
It was very evident that John hadn't learned or mastered the old Art. He squirted too often. Well, that was his loss and Steve's gain. Steve had never met John's real wife, Anna. According to Tanya, Anna was a rather large, plump gal of twenty-eight, brown-haired, sensual, and big tittied. It had occurred to him to ask Tanya to bring Anna along some time. John didn't go for threesomes, and now he was spending most of his time with his young "bride."
Steve thought rather nostalgically of his first two "wives." It had been easy to talk the sisters into a threesome; they had some wild fuckouts. He always suspected that while he was away they sometimes screwed each other. Nice, sisterly incest. Well, a lot of piss had gone down the drain since then; he was after new pleasures.
"Isn't Anna getting her share of prick?" he said slyly.
"No! I've told her about you, lover. She won't squeak" Pump, pump, pump. Another rest. She was having her cunty kicks. "Ohhhhh, it's good today!"
"How do you and Anna get along, baby?" he murmured, squeezing her hardening tits.
"Great! I mean, we can talk and we can understand things...."
"Like sex, huh?"
Around and around and around. Her cunny flexed deliciously around his meat. She shuddered, pausing again, prolonging the pleasure.
"Yes, like sex!" she breathed.
"You ever consider having a party with Anna and me, sugar?"
"Ohhhh, I'd love it!" she panted, hunching very slowly. "I know I can talk her into it."
"Great!" he exclaimed. "We could meet down in the canyon."
"I've got a better idea, honey," she gasped, resting. "John is planning a trip south with his new girl. You could come over to the ranch house!"
"Now we're getting someplace," he said, smiling. He pushed his prick higher, jabbing the knob against the depths of her cunt.
"Ohhh-not yet, honey!" she pleaded.
He relaxed again. Shivering, she began to rotate her ass, with about four inches up in her sweet hole. He released his hold on her tits and she rubbed them across his chest; her mouth descended to his lips. They opened sensuously, her tongue stabbed, she moaned with joy. She loved to loss while he was fucking, and she was tall enough to manage it.
He caressed her waist, her sweetly contoured ass, the soft thigh flesh close to her cunny. Her tongue dives quickened, her cunt tightened on his pole. The hot coil of her probe in his mouth was the key to her passion; she was climbing the slope toward her blastoff.
"Ohhhhh-mmmm!" she moaned, tearing her mouth from his. Her hips began to lunge up and down with more erotic enthusiasm. He felt her cunt juices dribbling down around his nuts. Her nipples hardened in his hands, which were now busy on her tits. The bed creaked its rhythmic fuck song; hump, hump, hump-rest, rattle, rattle, zing-rest. Her eager panting was music in his ears. Now she was riding farther forward, he could feel her clit rubbing the topside of his fun pole.
"Ohhhhh, lover, it's been days and days!" she breathed as she fucked. "I heard John pouring the cock to his young pussy last night and I nearly died! Ohhhhh, it's building up real good! Ohhh, honey, I could ride your prick for hours! How can you keep it so hard so long? Ohh-Ohhhh-Ohhhh-it's coming, lover! It's starting to come. Ohhhh, sweet Jesus, I wanted it to last longer! Ohhhh-Ohhhh-look out! My cunt is going of!"
"Make it a big one, baby," he urged. He wasn't ready to shoot. He would hold back until her next big orgasm. "Come now, Tanya, come now!"
Her fierce wail of delight rang around the room; her ass became a land of bobbing suction cup, her cunt was tightening, relaxing, fluttering, clenching. Her head swung back, her pretty face twisted with the sweet agony of her cunt-spasms, and finally her pelvis churned its climax churns, wild and primitive. The sweet limber hunches of her agile butt, the clenching of her twat, gave him a deep thrill of victory. She was coming harder than usual. Her gun was shooting big, wide bullets! The pounding of his swollen glans at the core of her womanly need tested his skill, but he held. The waves of pleasure were rich, very rich.
She softened at last, panting her gratitude, Ohhhh, lover, it gets better every time! Go, go, go! What a man you are! You're the best fucking I ever had!"
Susy climbed mincingly down the chromed pool ladder, testing the water's temperature with the toes of her right foot. She knew the pool was heated to the proper temperature, but she had to make sure. A small sound turned her head. Suddenly she saw Dirk lounging in a deck chair, in the shade, and she almost fell forward into the water.
He had been watching her ever since she had left the house!
"Very pretty picture, Susy!" Dirk laughed.
'Isn't she a cutie, though?" Angie chimed in. "She doesn't know how to swim, Dirk. Are you going to be a good fellow and give her lessons?"
Susy shivered. Dirk looked so handsome and appealing in his swim trunks. She had never seen any man so dressed in real life; the TV set had given her only glimpses of nearly nude male figures. She had never been to a public beach or pool of any land. Harriet had told her that really nice girls didn't indulge in strenuous athletic feats. A nice girl stayed nice until she was married.
As Dirk rose to his feet and walked toward her, she felt a wave of giddiness. The curls of dark hair on his chest, the tanned expanses of male flesh, the strong legs and the look of interest in his dark, almost hungry eyes, sent naughty flutters through her being.
He's married to Carla! Why is he looking at me that way? Well, it made her feel good, more confident of her attractiveness. Glances couldn't kill. Men liked to look, even if they didn't touch. Men were basically polygamous; she hadn't read dozens of books on biology and kindred subjects for nothing. She was growing more and more curious about this sex thing. It was horrible to like being near a married man, but she couldn't help it. She was almost mesmerized.
"I like to give swimming lessons, Susy. Come on!" He ran to the rim of the pool and dived cleanly into the bluish water.
How can he give me swimming lessons without touching me? she wondered. Well, she had gone this far. She wasn't one to quit. She moved down into the pool, and the water helped to cool her agitated nerves. It also was a shield; she didn't feel exposed.
She waded until the water covered her body, up to the neck. Angie climbed down the ladder and jumped into the deep section. She swam toward Dirk and splashed water in his face as he came up for air.
"Water games, eh?" he laughed, reaching for Angie. She squealed as his hands appeared to find her, beneath the water. Susy was able to see a wavery outline of his right hand on one of Angie's haltered breasts!
She whispered something Susy couldn't hear, and he laughed again. She moved away, winking in a bold manner that shocked Susy. Why had he fondled her? Was Angie without shame? Again, Susy experienced an edge of fright. These two were so familiar with one another. Had Angie touched his body under the shielding liquid? How could they do this right in front of her?
"Don't mind us, honey," Angie said, smiling disarmingly at Susy. "It's all in fun!"
"Of course!" Dirk laughed, swimming toward Susy. "Angie tells me you don't know how to swim."
Susy nodded, flushing deeply. He was so close she felt the brush of his knee against her thigh. Naughty thrills raced along her body. She had never dated; Harriet had said she was too young to have any fellows, and now an older, married man was going to touch her; he would have to if this lesson business continued.
I should run, but I don't want to! she thought, dizzily. I like it! I can't hide in a shell. Angie is here. He won't really do anything wrong!
"Okay," Dirk said, soothingly. "I'll support you with my hands and you try kicking your legs and arms."
Her face was burning; she stood stiffly, fear and interest warring within her. Angie smiled encouragement.
Suddenly she felt his right hand on her naked belly; he lifted gently. His left hand touched her shoulders and she felt her body swing slowly into a horizontal position. She kept her head high. Her heart was pounding with excitement, and again she was grateful for the concealing water.
Angie demonstrated the kind of stroking movements for her arms. She splashed awkwardly, making her feel terribly embarrassed. Dirk murmured directions. But she hardly heard them, because his right hand was on the curve of her loins, moving between her thighs!
What a wonderful, cozy sensation! A man's fingers on the secret, soft pliancies of her crotch! Now his left hand was touching one of her breasts. Her fingers squeezed the thinly covered mound of flesh, playfully. Sweet shudders tumbled through her being. She tried to fight the sweep of naughty sensations, but they couldn't be resisted!
"Kick your legs, honey," Angie suggested. She must know where his hands were, and she wasn't protesting one little bit! Dirk's light, casual manner calmed her fright. Why not enjoy her "lessons"? Why be old-fashioned?
She flexed her thighs, lacking her feet. Now his fingers were moving inside her bikini panty! His left hand was working her mini-bra down, and in seconds his fingers were cupping a tingling breast!
"Isn't it fun to learn about swimming, honey?" Angie giggled.
Susy nodded, but she couldn't speak. Was thrilling to the caresses of a married man the kind of "fun" she should be having? No! But, oh, how deliciously and dangerously compelling! She gasped as a finger tickled her bare privates! The finger was now moving inside her vagina! Honeyed sensations curled through her pelvis, her bare nipple in his other hand began to stiffen and tingle!
"Oh, gosh!" she gasped, shivering. The seeking finger went deeper into her very, very intimate passage! As her legs moved, she found her hips curving downward. She loved the feel of his probe! Giddy thrills seized her loins. Her breath caught, she tried to stand straight in the water, but the caressing hands held her.
His fingers slid in and out, in and out! A very tender spot at the upper side of her vagina began to radiate even sharper thrills! She remembered suddenly how she had awakened a few times to find herself pushing her hips into the bed and the sweet warmth that had fanned out from her crotch. She remembered some of the naughty dreams of handsome men kissing her and fondling her body. She remembered the lusty quick thrusting of the dog's hips as he had pushed his penis into the female dog's vagina. She remembered her resolve to save her love for the very right man; but she couldn't resist responding to the honeyed sword inside her cove! Her hips moved in the primal rhythm!
At the same time she had to pretend that she was learning to swim! She couldn't let Angie know that Dirk was pressing her breasts and playing with her vagina. She kicked her legs and stroked awkwardly with her arms, her face burning, her loins aching with such a delicious thrilling need that she gasped for breath!
Oh, it was sneaky and awful and downright dirty to let a married man fondle her privates, her tenderest places, but how could she stop? She was in the grip of forces stronger than her will power, she was sweeping along a rose-bordered path to fulfillment, and a hundred horses couldn't hold back her passion!
"Ohhh, my gosh!" she cried, as the sweetness reached a dizzy culmination. Rich, prickly, sexy thrills roared through her body, cascading, into her pelvis. It was nectar and orange blossoms and forbiddenly tumultuous! It was tearing a hot pathway along her legs and stinging her virginal hole.
A kind of wrenching, beating slice of heaven gripped her being. She shuddered, her body stiffened and then the thrills twisted her pelvis with such sugary intensity she gasped and panted! She found her hips thrusting, thrusting, thrusting on his invading finger! Wave after wave of exquisite relief followed her peak of delight. She shuddered and went limp; his hands moved gently, his fingers left her bikini panty and in seconds she was standing upright in the water.
"You did fine for the first lesson, honey," Angie said, smiling.
"I-I need a rest, now!" Susy stuttered, turning and moving toward the ladder, her face flaming with shame and wonderment.
"We understand, baby," Dirk said, winking. He would keep her secret. He was so adorable! He had given her such sneaky pleasure!
J had my first sexual orgasm, Susy thought, dizzily, climbing the ladder, adjusting her halter and panty. And ohhh, I loved it! I don't care if he is married. What would Harriet think of me now?