Chapter 9

Ned Dow sat in his favorite chair on the veranda of the rambling ranch house, staring drunkenly across the moonlit yard toward the corrals and the black silhouette of the distant Chiquita Range. One of his horses whinnied nervously in the stable as from far off the lonely howl of a hungry coyote pierced the otherwise silent and breezeless night. As if in answer, the huge rancher belched loudly. Raising one ham-like hand as his mouth opened expectantly, he turned blood-shot eyes toward the slumped figure of his good friend Will Ross. But somewhere between conscious thought and verbal expression, the germ of an idea became wallowed in alcohol-soggy gray matter and drowned.

Ned shrugged apathetically and his raised hand fell limply, hitting a redwood table beside him with a soft smack. Will Ross stirred momentarily, twisting heavily in the protesting chair, then his breathing deepened, each new exhale building atop the previous one until a crescendo of heavy snores prevailed over the silence, foretelling the depth to which his alcohol-saturated brain was slipping.

Through the screen door which separated the veranda from the house's spacious living room, Barbara Ross' seductive voice called quietly: "Ned?"

". . . Hmmm," he answered slowly, turning toward the sound of her voice.

"Want another drink?" she asked sweetly.

"Umm.. . guesss so," he slurred, rising clumsily, then lumbered unsteadily toward the screened door and the softly-lit room. ". . . Old man's asleep . . . " he mumbled as he stepped heavily into the room, letting the door bang shut behind him. "Hey! Where the hell are you?" he asked, glancing slowly around the room.

"Over here, lover," Barbara Ross crooned from the shadow of the unlit hallway door.

". . . Oh," the huge rancher mumbled, swinging slowly to face her, his eyes narrowing as he strained to distinguish her form.

". . . Oh! OH!" he gasped as she took one step into the room and the soft lighting illuminated her body.

She stood before him completely naked.

She stood with her long firm legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, tanned hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her tongue showing. The soft petal-like lips of her vagina were wetly parting, presented to his hungry eyes as if waiting for a plunging male weapon to stab in between. The coppery curls of her pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the subdued light. Her high-set breasts, a startling alabaster white against the deep tan of the rest of her parts, jutted out provocatively. Her legs, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their curving inner thighs, were moist with desire.

"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"

"Barb . . . " Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her lewdly wanton pose and his cock began maddening pulsations inside his pants.

Slowly, slowly, with her eyes fastened on his, Barbara lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her proud white breasts to her flaring hips. Then she cupped her ripely swelling breasts and kneaded them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of fruit. Her hands were stroking her naked white belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching the deep auburn wisps of her pubic triangle. She held that obscene pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her voluptuously sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her molded belly. Ned Dow stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. His fully erect penis seemed to be screaming at him with ever increasing arousal.

Slowly, Barbara's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her soft auburn pubic hair, blazing a path toward the moistly glistening cuntal slit up between her parted legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the wetly shining pussy-lips and spread them slowly apart to reveal the trembling coral bud of her clitoris to the ranch owner's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, she traced down, down, until the tip came in salacious contact with the aroused little pleasure-bud, and then she began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, around and around, sending a small lewd rivulet of female secretions trailing down her trembling inner thighs. And while she stroked her clitoris, rubbing her finger in maddening cadence along the parting crevice of her moist pink cunt, she began to talk to him in a hypnotic voice.

"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my clit, I want.. . "

On and on his friend's insatiable wife intoned, and the words the absolute perverted obscenity of what he was hearing lashed Ned's mind into a swirling passion-crazed frenzy. Oh Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about Will, he didn't care about anything now, the only things that mattered were Barbara's obscene words in his ears. The sight of her manipulating her own hot naked cunt caused billows of heat to surge in his loins as his cum churned and rolled, begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes . . .

He had to fuck her!

Slowly his legs began to work, moving his body forward, bringing him closer to her incitingly naked body. He watched her finger cease its lewd rhythmic motion on her excited clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her obscene victory. His hands went out to her, touched her shoulders but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the guest room."

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into the large bedroom, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her long smooth legs spread as wide as possible. "Get naked, lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see that big prick of yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover, let me see it."

With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, the ranch owner undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, and stepped out of his shorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his blood-raged shaft standing out at an eager .right angle from his aroused loins.

"Oh, it's lovely, Ned, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me you want to put it inside me."

"Yes.. . yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"

"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"

"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"

"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!"

A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Ned's being as he ferociously flung himself onto the bed beside her and dragged her into the enveloping fold of his arms, not caring about anything but this soft, musky-smelling woman pressed so tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care!

He showered warm moist kisses over her face and throat and deep into the valley of her firm full breasts, his hands moving over the rounded smoothness of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the resilient flesh. She was breathing into his ear, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing hotly along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear and sending shivers down his spine. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies and located the rock-hardness of his long thick penis. He gasped as the tips of his clasping fingers closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her voluptuously naked body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as they had been before, her cunt flared moistly open, ready and waiting for his lust-engorged cock.

Barbara's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard straining muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the flexing cheeks of his buttocks, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted island and she an inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of excited pre-cum against her trembling thighs, pressed into the narrow slit of her hair-lined cunt. She arched desirously for a moment, levering their lewdly entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. Then she reached under her buttocks with both hands and pulled her blood-swollen vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with the moist sensitive cuntal flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wetly throbbing crevice. She relaxed, dropping her voluptuous body back to the bed, his rigidly throbbing shaft trapped like a prize between her sun-bronzed thighs.

He forced his hands down between her shoulders and the bed and ran them along the soft curves of her gyrating back and hips, making husky little groaning sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt white-hot as she undulated her voracious loins against him in a slow, teasing rhythm of desire. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the soft tanned skin, giving testimony to the secret power she possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed firmly against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around his aching hardness moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep into her innermost depths.

"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed passionately across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Ned pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass-cheeks in the palms of his sweat-slick hands, pulling her warm moist cunt harder up against him. He moved up and down the fiery pink slit, sensing it grow even wetter as her passion steadily seethed out of her. Her resiliently flexing buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his stiffened loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his hairy thighs, pulling him tighter to her.

"Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkk meeeeee!"

He began to thrust forward, but her waiting cunt was already grinding up against him and her hands were in between their nakedly writhing bodies, circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the flaring lips of her cock-hungry cunt. Ned groaned animalistically as he felt her hands move his pulsing cock up and down between her legs, running the length of her heated pussy slit, parting the soft hair of her vagina with the blood-engorged head. The heavy pressure in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck her now!

He flexed his hips with a sudden violent thrust that drove his rock-hard penis deep up into the anxiously receiving mouth of her pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.

"Aaarrrggghhhh!" she moaned beneath him.

Ned felt the tight elastic cuntal flesh slip wetly around his lust-maddened rod, consuming it as it raced full length up into her yearning belly, her warmly seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly he hit bottom, his balls slapping with a staccato sound against the anxiously upraised cheeks of her buttocks.

"Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned again. "Ohhh, that's it, lover, that's the way to fuck me, that's ittttt!"

The nakedly lusting ranch owner ground his pelvis down into the squirming flesh beneath him. fucking into Will's wife with long hard strokes. And Barbara strained back under him, receptively arching her thighs up at him. lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking bed. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding body now, opening and closing her legs around his driving hips as she worked up and down in a frantic pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her red hair flailing from side to side in insane abandon.

"Ohhh, it's . . . good, lover . . . good like I knew it would be . . . ooohh-hh yessss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in my ass! Do it now, Ned, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and make me scream for you!"

In slave-like obedience, Ned reached down between her wildly rotating buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the heated moistness of her pussy. He stretched the milk-white half-moons wide with his hands, and then dipped his middle finger toward her anus and found it. A small stream of warm lust-moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was steadily fucking into her widespread cunt, lubricating the tightly puckered anal ring. He probed experimentally for a moment, and then thrust forward with his extended middle finger, feeling the small rubbery opening yield slightly. Then suddenly the tiny nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight hot elasticity of her squirming rectum. Her impassioned body jerked violently upward at the sudden lancing pain of his brutal entrance. And then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaahhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I like it, I like it!"

"Ooooohhhhh! Yesss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!"

Despite her cries, he felt his friend's wife suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his lewdly worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand into her virginally tight rectum. He waggled it inside her warm nether flesh until she cried out incessantly in pain and passion. Through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, he could feel the underside of his hard-driving cock sliding in and out of her wetly gripping cunt, and he timed the thrusts of his finger to coincide with the forward stabs of his brutally pounding penis, thus impaling her obscenely on two hard objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his iron-hard cock steadily growing and expanding up inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his cum-laden balls. He had to climax soon, he had to. He had to! If he didn't cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never . . . !

He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and he began ramming his pile-driving cock up into her still harder, in time with his lewdly sodomizing finger skewering into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum. By the way she gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs, rhythmically opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard thrusts, he knew that Will Ross' wife was approaching her orgasm too, and he continued the merciless thrusting of his cock and his middle finger with all the strength he possessed in his strong-muscled body.

"Anrggghhh, fuck it, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard. Fuuuucccckkkiitttt!"

She continued to chant the words over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights of insane frenzy with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jackknifed her legs up to mash them back against her breasts, offering him the full naked expanse of her wantonly upturned vagina. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her depraved release.

And then-

"I'm . . . there.. . oh God I'm there! I'm . . . cumming!"

The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, piercing his eardrums, and she pulled her quaking thighs back tighter until even more of her widespread openings were presented to his cruelly thrusting loins. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of sexual ecstasy, shamelessly screaming out her orgasm to him.

Ned felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered his lust-maddened body brutally against hers. She locked herself up on his deeply embedded shaft with all the power in her thighs, as her pelvic muscles spasmed against his belly.

And then the great swirls of heat which were building, building in his heavy-laden testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the white-hot load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the wildly jerking length of his cock. He began to spew hot thin streams into her hungrily sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy.

He moaned out his last final spurt an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass.

A long moment passed, and Barbara said quietly, "That was lovely, baby. It really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."

Ned Dow didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, self-deprecation. But they weren't forthcoming. He felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his masculine ego.

He felt Barbara Ross stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of their recent orgasms. She said, "Now I'm going to teach you things you never even knew existed."

He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a tremor course through his loins. Jesus! Could he get another hard-on so soon?

Her hand dropped slowly toward his loins, and suddenly her tongue flicked out and the tip bored teasingly into the glans opening, causing a thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his penis, down over his softly wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasmic juices before they could dry on his depleted loins. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Ned's penis was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her expert oral tonguing. She drew her head back and let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like that?"

"Yes . . . God, yes!"

Barbara dipped her head and her tongue lashed out, touching the smoothly rubbery tip, lapping the orgasmic secretions. Her whole naked body trembled from the electric-like force, and sighing with licentious pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted Ned's reviving cock deep within the softly wet folds of her cheeks, wishing she had additional cocks to fill her still throbbing vagina and writhing anal passage. Then she began to suck, clamping her soft lips around the rapidly expanding penis with a tight hot suction which sent billows of pure delight racing through Ned's bloodstream.

He wrapped his hands in Barbara's hair and drew her down further, the sensitive underside of his shaft of male flesh sliding along her tongue like butter along silk as his lust-crazed brain raced with prurient thoughts; thoughts that, had he been sober, would have shocked him. Thoughts that replaced Barbara Ross' warmly sucking lips with those of his own lovely niece . . .

Meanwhile, in the next room, Laurie Dow slumbered peacefully, her dreams filled with thoughts of Ken Chester's long rigid cock and the mysterious symbolism of the sleek black stallion . . .

And out on the veranda, Will Ross snored drunkenly, his deep sleep filled with fantasies of Laurie Dow's enticingly bouncing teenage breasts . . .