The Rancher's Wife Part 5

Sandy was panting and blowing, his chest heaving from the chill water and the sudden exertion and the anger. His feet scissored the water to keep them both afloat. "No ... it's only fair ... Cole f.u.c.ked my woman ... I'm going to f.u.c.k his," he growled, trying to hold Kate and keep them both afloat. His groin tightened like a knife twisting as she held her nakedly cool flesh against his own throbbingly hard nakedness under water. "Besides ..." he jerked her even closer, mas.h.i.+ng her full, wetly streaming b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest, "you want it as much as I do. Stop being a hypocrite! I'm going to f.u.c.k your teasing little c.u.n.t, baby ... whether you like it or not!"

Her mouth was captured in a vise-like kiss, and Kate felt Sandy's ma.s.sively rigid p.e.n.i.s pressing like a huge hot knife against her heaving belly. His hand slid boldly down under the water to touch the moistly quivering lips of her v.a.g.i.n.a. Finding the narrow wet slit, he wormed his thick middle finger through the cringing c.u.n.tal opening and was rewarded with a loud moan of unsuppressible rapture. A whirlpool seemed to be sucking her into its very center, into the depths of a sin she'd never even imagined that she'd be tempted by. A blackness, too, was sucking her, and that blackness was her own cravenly wanton flesh that ignored and deceived her very decency--a decency that was crippled by desire now and therefore utterly useless. She was impaled on that hard thrusting finger that stabbed like a subst.i.tute p.e.n.i.s into her so brutally, but what made it worse was that she could actually feel her own hotly rippling v.a.g.i.n.al walls closing hungrily around it. His other hand was kneading the fearfully trembling fullness of her b.u.t.tocks.

Even under water, her nipples had been tempered to hardness by the sc.r.a.ping of his powerful chest, and she had to cling to him or drown.

When the big foreman finally felt the sandy bottom beneath his feet, he picked her up and carried the violently shaking body back to the rumpled blanket. He could see tears of helpless submission on her cheeks, and her ripely curved body lay limply in his arms. All the fight had gone out of Cole Sutherland's wife, and he cradled her in his arms like a prize he had won. He wasn't tired any more! His proudly erect c.o.c.k rubbed hotly against her nakedly trembling b.u.t.tocks with each step back to the blanket. There he laid Kate's limp, defenseless body on her towel and dropped down beside her, propping him self up on one arm.

Kate lay crying quietly; her eyes closed, willing her body to faint, to melt into the blackness of unconsciousness so this nightmare would end.

But the awareness of her shamelessly aroused flesh would not permit her this solace. She could feel their neighbor's hungry eyes staring down at her nakedness and hear the harsh labored breathing of him beside her. Oh dear G.o.d ... what had brought her to this? Had wanting a child so badly started a chain of events from which there was no returning, a long vicious chain that was ending in her becoming an adulteress? Her head thrashed weakly and she moaned, "No ... no ...

no," as she wrestled hopelessly with the traitorously rising pa.s.sions of her body.

The lush curvaceousness of Kate Sutherland's body lying helplessly beside him was a sight that Sandy would have etched into his eyeb.a.l.l.s if he lived to be a hundred! His eyes devoured the fleshy fullness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the reddened erect nipples puckering up to him like incredibly warm rubies, the fertile sweep of her tautly quivering belly, the wetly curling chestnut pubic hair above the sensuously curved thighs ... all of it tanned to a warm earth color that begged to be kissed and tasted and bitten! Sandy could feel the urgent drawing in of his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, and the hotly impatient growth of his c.o.c.k standing up at the lascivious sight of his neighboring rancher's naked wife. By G.o.d, he'd tame this happily married little b.i.t.c.h if it was the last thing he ever did! Jesus Christ! It had been a long time, waiting for Mela, with only wh.o.r.e c.u.n.ts to occasionally ease him. If Mela's p.u.s.s.y was going to be a used one when he finally got her, then it was only fair if that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Cole Sutherland got his c.u.n.t rights violated, too.

"Ohhhh ..." Kate hissed between tightly clenched teeth as she felt Sandy's warmly wet mouth slide stealthily down her throat and arm. It was as though a flame had licked her s.h.i.+vering skin. Then holding her breath, she waited as the ravenous mouth caught her straining nipple and the big foreman's tongue rasped over its sensitive tip resulting in an explosive flame that went straight into her flesh and spread a hot glow all through her! It gradually became a battle of wills. She absolutely refused to look at him, but still felt all of his pa.s.sion through her, wildly excited flesh. In areas where she least expected it, hotly wanton kisses rained on her cringing body ... the inside of her elbow ... her little toes ... her palms ... the temple ... behind the ear ... the armpit ... Kate suddenly couldn't stand it any more.

He'd won. Men always won! Her own eagerly writhing flesh could no longer stand the strain of this intolerable torment; she knew the result was inevitable. Her body crumpled in the sweet agony of his teasing and her own volcanically overpowering desire which was rapidly reducing her to the mindless wanton state of that terrible young blonde creature with Cole this morning. She had become something less than a rational human creature, and all she could think about was getting relief. She opened her eyes for the first time and cried out in a voice distorted with l.u.s.t, "Do it! Do it to me and get it over with!"

She felt him gather her in his arms and roll over on top of her, and the heavy weight of him was a blessing that pressed on her from above.

His eyes were ablaze with animal hunger and they burned deeply into her. She saw his expression harden and become almost brutal as he lewdly stared down. "Do what?" he demanded hoa.r.s.ely, his mouth scarcely an inch above hers.

"You know what!"

"No, tell me exactly what you want me to do to your hot little c.u.n.t."

"f.u.c.k it," Cole's wife hissed bitterly. "Go ahead and f.u.c.k it! It's what you want to do! Use me like one of your dirty prost.i.tutes!"

Suddenly Sandy felt his control slipping and anger flared in his mind.

There was something about the way the words came out of Kate's lips, an almost imperceptible snarl of sarcasm and disgust in a voice that was usually so kind. Now he was really madder than h.e.l.l again. Rich stuck-up b.i.t.c.h; he'd show her. He jerked her violently trembling legs brutally apart with his knees and shoved his tongue deeply into the hot wetness of her mouth. His hand went down to guide his wildly throbbing c.o.c.k toward her pa.s.sion drenched c.u.n.t. And ... with that first contact between his eagerly pulsating c.o.c.k and her helplessly quivering p.u.s.s.y, he simply went mad. He ground his long, l.u.s.t-hardened rod vengefully in among the softly curling pubic hairs that fringed the lips of her nakedly throbbing c.u.n.tal opening. She had closed her eyes again as if she couldn't bear to look at him.

"Open your eyes, you little b.i.t.c.h," he snarled. "Open them and see the present big Daddy's got for you." h.e.l.l, he knew for sure now what was wrong with her; she thought she was too G.o.dd.a.m.ned good to be f.u.c.ked by a mere foreman. That was it! She was a ranch owner's wife and a common foreman wasn't good enough for her! Well, by G.o.d he'd have her begging for it ... and not sarcastically, either. Oh, she'd beg and plead and moan and cry to be f.u.c.ked before he got through with her.

Cole Sutherland's wife felt the violently throbbing hardness of his p.e.n.i.s searching for the previously unviolated opening to her restlessly stirring v.a.g.i.n.a. Each jab of the huge, pulsating head of the neighboring foreman's c.o.c.k against her sensitive c.u.n.tal opening resulted in new and ever greater waves of unwanted ecstasy to surge throughout her entire being. He was like an impatient stallion unable to find the mare's hole at first time. She fought the insane urge to reach down there and a.s.sist him. Then, abruptly, he found it. The l.u.s.t-hardened head sank through the tight elastic opening and, without hesitation, rammed unmercifully into the heated depths of her cringing c.u.n.t, sending a shock wave of wildly excruciating pain roaring before it.

"Aaaaagghhhh," she screeched, frantically pus.h.i.+ng her hands up against Sandy's powerful chest and twisting her hips desperately around in a vain effort to escape the brutal impalement of her open p.u.s.s.y.

The force of her neighbor's thrust into the tightly resisting walls of Kate's v.a.g.i.n.a brought a long sustained howl from her throat a noise which he quickly m.u.f.fled with his mouth Then there was the sound of his own guttural moan as he felt the head of his c.o.c.k slam hard into her cervix and hit rock bottom! Christ! It was like diving into a warm bottomless pool and hitting concrete instead of water. The jar went all the way through his throbbing p.e.n.i.s from the head on back! G.o.d d.a.m.n! He hadn't meant to ram quite that hard. No wonder she was yelling. But, oh G.o.d! How good her p.u.s.s.y was! There was no other goodness in the world like being deep inside a hot, moistly clenching p.u.s.s.y again. Maybe he liked this one of Kate's so much because he'd had to fight for it. Wh.o.r.es didn't put up any fight, so when you got through you hadn't accomplished much ... but this filly ... oh Christ!

Cole Sutherland couldn't have used this little s.n.a.t.c.h too much lately.

It was warm and close and as tight as a fur-lined, vaseline greased glove ... so tight it was almost painful. He held still for a moment, then made his c.o.c.k jerk in the warm liquid depths of her now wide stretched belly and felt an agony of pleasure race through him like a forest fire raging through virgin timber. He flexed his fleshy hardness again and was rewarded with a low answering moan from her.

She liked that, he thought, and did it once more which caused her eyes to blink suddenly open.

"Now I'm going to give you the f.u.c.king of your life, baby," Sandy rasped, raising his head from her open, stunned mouth and looking straight into her frightened eyes, the pupils huge and staring.

Kate lay under the great hard body of Sandy Gayman, feeling the pain of his enormous throbbing shaft sunk into her flesh as far as it would go.

It filled every tiny millimeter of s.p.a.ce, and, even more, for it pressed painfully in her, stretching her tortured insides further than they were made to be stretched. Thought and sensation collided in her like crazed animals in a closed s.p.a.ce, b.u.mping and b.u.t.ting blindly against each other. But one overriding thought emblazoned itself in her brain. Cole Sutherland was the only man she had ever known before, the only man who had ever made love to her for he'd taken her a virgin.

There was now a strange p.e.n.i.s deeply imbedded in her flesh, a strange manhood stuck far up inside her body. This ranch foreman would be the second man she had ever had ... and she wondered bitterly if her husband could even count the women he'd known.

Suddenly all the hurt and all the agony of this morning came pouring through her in a raging, blinding, overwhelming surge of hatred and hurt and vengeance. Cole had f.u.c.ked a woman ... lots of women ... and by breaking his wedding vows had dragged their marriage and their love through the slime. Now she wanted her own back! She would pay him back! Another man was inside her; he was going to f.u.c.k her in broad daylight under the open sky. Here he was--this other man--lying now between her legs with his hotly throbbing p.r.i.c.k stuck in her like a bull's in a cow, and she didn't care ... she wanted him there! Kate Sutherland wanted Sandy Gayman to f.u.c.k her! She felt deliciously lewd, for his invading hardness in her v.a.g.i.n.a was sending rapturous sensations through her; and she loved and wanted it! She would have it! Now!

"Ohh, yes, Sandy," she breathed into his warm open mouth, "f.u.c.k me ...

f.u.c.k me now!"

"Like you never had it before ... never before, baby," he said, pleased at the suddenness of her surrender.

Sandy could feel the tightly gripping hole of Kate's moist v.a.g.i.n.a throbbing with an urgent need as the hot walls of her c.u.n.t ma.s.saged his l.u.s.t-inflamed pole, squeezing inward around his hardness in little spasms of lascivious pleasure. Teasing, Sandy pulled his fleshy rod all the way out and heard Kate catch her breath in disappointment.

Grinning, he shoved his' hips forward again and his p.r.i.c.k slid into the ranch owner's wife like a saber into a well oiled scabbard, the smoothly moistened muscles of her p.u.s.s.y once more slipping around him like a tightly skinning sheath!

"OOOOHHHH ... Yessss," he moaned in ecstasy as he began to f.u.c.k into her with slow deep strokes. The fiery warmth of her insides, deep up there in her tightly clenching belly, was radiated to him through the wetly, heated walls of her c.u.n.tal pa.s.sage. Her Joins moved eagerly upward against him, opening all the way to receive him, her lithe strength coming up to him and her hips beginning to grind around hungrily as she began f.u.c.king lewdly back at him in earnest.

Kate's arms went up to wrap tightly around her neighboring foreman's neck, pulling him even closer to her as she felt his hands dig under her frantically pumping b.u.t.tocks and cup her crotch up tighter to his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es. His lean muscular body, even bigger than Cole's came down against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, mas.h.i.+ng their roundness between them. His chest roughly sc.r.a.ped her nipples, and she was struck by the contrast between its male hardness with her softly yielding femininity. All she could feel now was erotically sensitive flesh: his hard, rigidly demanding p.e.n.i.s buried deep in her soft, warmly welcoming v.a.g.i.n.a.

"Ohhhhhh ... Ohhhh G.o.d ... soo good ... Oh, darling ..." Sandy heard her chant huskily as he established a rhythm, f.u.c.king into her in deep powerful strokes, boring his hard, pulsating thickness into the softly quivering slot of Kate's now wide-open p.u.s.s.y. At each downstroke he felt her lift to him so that bone met bone and pubic hair met pubic hair in a union of violence that shook them both. Every cell of their high-pitched, sensually heated flesh keened with the pleasure of their coupling! Oh G.o.dd.a.m.n! Mrs. Kate Sutherland wasn't so snooty now, by G.o.d! She was just another hot-blooded woman being f.u.c.ked half to death. She wanted his hot throbbing c.o.c.k in her so bad she was crooning and begging him on and squirming her tight little p.u.s.s.y up to him like he was an animal in heat.

The ranch owner's wife was lost now in a mora.s.s of s.e.xually lewd sensation that overrode her accusing brain and left her a wantonly willing vessel for Sandy's plundering c.o.c.k. Her hands feverishly kneaded the foreman's b.u.t.tocks, those steel hard chunks of lean male muscle, pulling him deeper and deeper into her as her talon-like nails frantically dug into his naked flesh, urging him on like the tips of a spur, a goad to incite even more vigor in the delectable f.u.c.king of her still heatedly unsatisfied c.u.n.t. There was nothing in the world, she thought, like the incredibly beautiful sensation of being f.u.c.ked by a pa.s.sion maddened man! It had been so long since she'd had any ... and Cole, just home, was doing it with another woman. But now, she didn't care. She had a man, a man with a huge, hard p.e.n.i.s that sent wild waves of never-ending pleasure racing hotly through her flesh; the foreman's c.o.c.k was a thick fleshy surgeon's needle st.i.tching up her gaping wounds of loneliness and need.

Sandy covered Cole's wife's l.u.s.t-contorted face with feverish kisses as he mercilessly thrust into her gluttonously embracing p.u.s.s.y. This wasn't the faking and feigning of a cold-blooded wh.o.r.e, but the real and desperately urgent need of a hot-blooded woman in heat. Kate was moaning and writhing under him, her hips rotating now in tiny, ever tightening circles of entreaty that drove him wild with the ecstasy!

Jesus Christ! There'd never been anything like this!

He flicked his hips forward, flexing his a.s.s at the same time and causing a reflexive jerk of his aching c.o.c.k buried hotly inside her belly where there was no room for any movement; the confining flesh of her fevered womb gave before him, and an agonized cry of joy escaped her whimpering mouth. She was tuned and quivering, vibrating like a tuning fork with his every motion and echoing his rapture in wailing animal mewls of pleasure. Jesus! She seemed to be going out of her mind; she must be close to c.u.mming. His b.a.l.l.s were constricted and so tight with pressure they felt as if there was no safety valve and they were going to explode and split his s.c.r.o.t.u.m wide open before he could empty them out in her hotly clenching little c.u.n.t!

The foreman once again slid his hands under Kate's wildly pumping b.u.t.tocks, feeling their pliant warm strength cupped in the palms of his hands as he raised them off the soaked towel to obtain even greater access to that raging fire deep within her fiercely undulating loins.

Reaching under her, he felt the warm, viscous droplets of her v.a.g.i.n.al secretions dribbling down the widespread cleft of her soft, hair-lined p.u.s.s.y.

Christ! She was flooded with the stuff. It felt almost as if he had already shot his load into her. His finger slipped down the shadowy crevice until he felt the tiny puckered hole of her a.n.a.l opening. It, too, was inundated by the lubricant. Without interrupting the established rhythm of his f.u.c.king, he moistened the tip of his finger in her warmly flowing v.a.g.i.n.al juices and slowly began pressing inward.

The tight elastic opening reluctantly began to give and suddenly the tip of his finger popped smoothly into the spongy softness and slid into the warm rubbery pa.s.sage all the way up to the first knuckle.

Kate's body, jerked forward beneath him and she gasped with the shock of pain. "Ahhhh ... AHHHHHH ... It hurttttssssss!"

Kate felt him worm his finger deeper and silenced her protests as she realized that the pain in her backside, although excruciating, was somehow lewdly exciting. Her pa.s.sionately trembling legs jerked wide apart to wave, frantically, in the air above them as she automatically squirmed her cringing b.u.t.tocks back and away from that shuddering, searing pain in her a.n.u.s. The foreman pressed in again and began worming the tormenting finger in even deeper.

In spite of all her groaning, Sandy felt the ranch owner's young wife tentatively screw her b.u.t.tocks down onto his probing finger and it slowly worked further and further, far up into her until it was sucked into her wildly flailing flesh all the way to the palm of his hand. He began to rotate the invading finger, moving it around and around in the warm b.u.t.tery depths of her virginal r.e.c.t.u.m. He listened, pleased, as her groans gradually changed to whimpering moans of undisguised pleasure.

"AAAAaaaaaggggg! OOOOHHHH! AAGGG!" Kate squealed as she wildly pumped her loins up against him. The pain was lessening and with it came an even higher level of lasciviously rising rapture in her straining body.

Oh G.o.d! She was worse than Cole ... she was depraved and perverted to feel this good ... she was lost and wanton ... and she didn't care!

She wanted it ... wanted whatever Sandy gave her, for she had to have that wonderfully life giving c.o.c.k inside her forever!

Grinding down into her with all the powerful strength of his hips, back and thighs, Sandy could feel the hotly pulsating lips of her feverishly working c.u.n.t clasping and unclasping like a feeding fish's mouth around his huge fleshy c.o.c.k. He f.u.c.ked into her with everything he had, straining to ram the last fraction of an inch of his plundering p.r.i.c.k up into her widespread cleft. New wails of blissful pleasure gurgled from her as he maintained the same savage rhythm with the thick finger deeply sunk into her greedily sucking r.e.c.t.u.m.

"That's it, baby," he groaned. "f.u.c.k ... f.u.c.k it ... Oh G.o.d, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k ... FUUUCCCCKKK! Christ! f.u.c.kkkkkkk!" Jesus Christ, he'd never last at this rate.

"OHHHH ... AAHHHAAGGG ...!" Kate grunted and screamed alternately as she felt him boring into her, f.u.c.king her in perfect cadence with c.o.c.k and finger, feeling the bloated sensitive head of his p.e.n.i.s slide past his blunted finger in her a.s.shole, with only the thin wall of membrane separating them inside the fiery depths of her l.u.s.t inflamed body.

She was lost now in a mora.s.s of lewdly perverted, but beautiful, s.e.xual sensations from the dual ravishment of her loins. A m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic pleasure filled every part of her from her violently quivering v.a.g.i.n.a to the top of her wet brown hair. She could hear the sound of naked flesh smacking on naked flesh as their wetly sweating bodies worked rhythmically together, and heard a loud moist sluicing noise with each jackhammer stroke of his hugely swollen c.o.c.k and driving finger as they slammed into her wildly wanton body with ever-increasing fury. Oh G.o.d!

She was so close to c.u.mming. She tried to inform the fiercely laboring foreman that she was close, but no intelligible words could break free of her desire-tightened throat. She did tell him in other ways though, by twisting and turning, every part of her naked loins beneath him expressing the obvious ecstasy she was experiencing as she jerked her widespread knees back up to her shoulders and opened to him her now completely exposed c.u.n.t to do with as he would.

Sandy's long thickened p.r.i.c.k expanded even more and he could feel the burning sensation deep up in his loins that told him release was not far away now. Wildly, he drove harder, plunging in ravaging thrusts deeper and harder into her hotly churning depths that were clasping and milking him frantically!

"Sandyyyyyy ... Deeeeperrrrrr ... Yessssss Ohhh, f.u.c.k me ... HARDDDD ... OOHHHHHHH ... G.o.dddddddd ... AAAAAGGGGGGHHH!" she screamed, feeling it finally happening to her. She was c.u.mming! Oh G.o.d! She was c.u.mming ... and it was soooooo wonderful!

Sandy jerked his finger from her wildly clenching a.s.shole and clutched her desperately to him, her flowing c.u.n.t taking all of his giant battering c.o.c.k up into her as he plunged harder, deeper, faster!

"NNNNNOOOOOWWWWWW ... AAAAGGGGHHH," she shrieked piercingly; the unbearable rapture of the truthful moment contorting her beautiful face and her nails unmercifully raking his back in deep furrows of b.l.o.o.d.y abandon.

Sandy felt the convulsions of her furiously jerking body thras.h.i.+ng under him, and the realization that it was he who had brought on this powerfully exploding o.r.g.a.s.m, that it was his, Sandy Gayman's, c.o.c.k that had given Cole Sutherland's wife this f.u.c.k of her life. He fiercely gripped the smooth rounded cheeks of her a.s.s with crus.h.i.+ng strength, and with surging strokes he pistoned in and out of her, oblivious to everything but that demanding, desperate need in his sperm-bloated b.a.l.l.s. Sweat pouring from his brow, teeth gritted, eyes closed, he cried out a toneless groan that he didn't recognize as his own voice, "I'm c.u.mMIINNGGGGG!" His violently exploding p.e.n.i.s hosed boiling white sperm down the long hard length of his pulsating shaft and hotly spewed into her, splattering the scalding liquid deep up into the hotly convulsing depths of her womb! Jerking and pumping like a la.s.soed wild stallion, his crazily jerking c.o.c.k continued to shoot out its c.u.m, streaming and gus.h.i.+ng and squirting on and on and on.

Kate had felt his c.u.mming deep up in her belly and it triggered her second o.r.g.a.s.m. Her body convulsed and expanded, and her flesh seemed to melt into the gra.s.s as the stars blew themselves up in blinding flashes of light while the universe orbited with the speed and heat of a million comets colliding at once deep inside her c.u.m flooded v.a.g.i.n.a.

The kaleidoscope wheeled on and on, and the changing color and bits of time montaged to new patterns of crystal clear light. The world was good. Then, wearily, there was nothing ... the bliss and peace of nothingness!

Chapter 4.

The windows were wide open and the curtains stirred feebly at the openings for the small breeze was fitful. The Grange Hall was like a furnace even though it was getting dark. Kate looked up at the gay streamers draped from the light fixtures to the walls. There were still the flags to put up but her back was aching. Pies still had to be baked at home too, and put in the freezer for the dance.

"I think I'm going now. We'll just have to finish this later. I still have pies to do at home."

Gwen brushed her hair back from her forehead and looked up at Kate.

"There's still the flags. Why don't I finish up for you?"

From on top of the ladder Angel heard. "Senora Kate ... I can stay and help to finish up."

Eric looked up, amazed that Angel was actually offering to do anything.

Then he got it. That stupid idiot thought he was going to get to be alone with Gwen Carter. d.a.m.n fool! Did he think a 23-year-old beautiful girl like that, an educated teacher, would look at a 17-year- old Mexican kid from the slums? Let him find out for himself. Besides Eric wanted to ride home with Kate anyway. He needed to study her.

Someday he was going to have a wife exactly like her. If he worked hard, kept his nose clean, got a business for himself, then he'd go looking until he found one.

From the top of the ladder Angel heard the station wagon drive away and the sound of it recede down the road. The big hall echoed with the slightest sound. He watched Gwen moving around below him. In spite of the fact that she wasn't five feet tall, she was built ... really built! Angel never had cared for tiny girls before, but she was so tasty that he just had to try it. Her blonde hair was caught in two parts and tied behind her ears. From this angle he could see the tops of her warmly swelling b.r.e.a.s.t.s, for she wore a white peasant blouse that bared her creamy shoulders and a short full-flowered skirt that revealed her legs from mid-thigh on down. Every time she bent over to pick up another flag he could see the fleshy twin mounds, and his palms itched as his groin tightened.

"You through up there, Angel?" She peered up at him, her white throat lifting as her head bent back to look up at him. It was now or never, he thought. He was going to have that white meat and shove his lonely deprived c.o.c.k into some real blonde c.u.n.t hairs. The only blondes he'd had in the past turned out to have black m.u.f.fs. But this one!

"Si ... I am finished."

"Then come down and give me a hand with the flags, will you?"

"For you ... si, I will come," he said, slowly climbing down the ladder, never taking his eyes from her face. He saw her expression change from cool politeness to one of puzzlement just before she looked away. There was a faint disdainful shrug to her white shoulders and he smiled darkly, secretively, as he gazed down at the top of her head and on into the flimsy blouse.

Twenty minutes later, the last flag was hung. Gwen stayed standing up on the chair inspecting it critically, then heard Angel stirring restlessly below her. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't like the boy. He made her uncomfortable, those black eyes never leaving her. They enveloped her, closing her into a visual coc.o.o.n that she wanted only to break out of. And in addition, he disconcerted her by always impudently staring at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and legs, just as he was doing now. With a sudden shock she realized he could see her panties up under her skirt. Quickly she started to get down and then felt her balance going. It was as though the chair had been deliberately rocked. "Oh," she gasped and began falling. Angel caught her, but the force sent them both to the floor in a wild tangle of arms and legs.

"Oh dear ..."

The wiry young Mexican felt the softness and warmth of her small, curvaceous body in his arms, and they tightened around her as he hit the floor with her on top of him. He looked up into that beautiful, earnest white face and then hungrily kissed the full red mouth as he fiercely pulled her down to him!

Oh no! ... was the boy mad? Gwen felt the dark lips heatedly close on hers and the hard wiry arms holding her tightly imprisoned against his chest. In revulsion she twisted her head to get away, and felt his hand come up and yank her back. She struggled frantically as his hands bit into her flesh like steel claws, then finally getting a little leverage she rolled across the smooth wooden floor coming to a stop with the smirking Youth on top of her. He looked small but he was so strong, and she could feel the bunched muscles under her hands as she shoved and pushed as hard as she could.

"Angel! Stop it ... stop it right now ... let me go," she gasped when finally she was able to' tear her mouth away for a moment. In reply, his hotly eager lips went down her throat and over her shoulder in swift burning kisses.

"Stop?" he murmured. "How can I stop when you are so beautiful?"

"You're insane ... let me go ... this instant."

The wild black eyes slitted viciously and in answer he pulled the top of her peasant blouse down a bit and buried his face between her swelling b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Gwen gasped at the gall of the boy! The feel of his hard body was not that of a boy, though! She jerked and rolled once more and he rolled with her. Oh G.o.d! This was insane! It couldn't be happening. She had to get out of here! Oh why had she let Kate leave?

"I'm going to f.u.c.k you, gringa ... f.u.c.k you ... you will like it ... I am good ... my c.o.c.k it is full and hard for you ... feel." He grabbed her hand and held it on his long, rigid erection making a huge bulge in his pants.

Gwen was shaking with the enormity and the surprise and the inability to understand these people. But this boy wasn't a ranch hand, He was from a city! The moment he put her hand on his obscenely distended p.e.n.i.s, she cunningly resorted to subterfuge by clasping the lurid bulge and pretending to make an effort to get his pants open. Angel was so enchanted with this that he tried to help her with his other hand, and, abruptly, the tiny figure was up and out the door like a shot.

Angel leaped up and ran, banging the door on its hinges behind him.

Bueno! He was in time Gwen was frantically struggling to start the car. He jerked the pa.s.senger door open and jumped in beside her.

"Get out of here," she screamed, her wide blue eyes staring with fear as her hands continued to fumble with the ignition. He reached for her and she jumped out the car door. Angel could hear her sobbing, her breath coming in little jerking sobs. It was good. He liked to completely subdue a woman. The white little c.o.c.k-tease would see.

Angel caught her, whirled her around, and slapped her across the mouth.

Her hand came up to cover it and her eyes stared in terror.

"What's the matter ... you too good for a Mex to f.u.c.k, you think?"

Gwen's head shook and she pulled away sobbing. "Oh, please ... Angel, you don't even know me ... how could you want to ... Oh G.o.d, don't touch me!"

The youth jerked her to him and spat the words into her horrified face that still smarted from the slap. "I will touch you ... I will touch you so you scream for more, you wh.o.r.e!"

His expression was vicious and hard and alien. There was something in his eyes that terrified Gwen far beyond the possibility of rape. His eyes held a hatred she'd seen in rioters on television. The real world was what she'd wanted, Gwen thought wildly. Well, she had it now! The bitterness of the situation and the warnings of her father came back now to haunt her. Oh, why hadn't she listened to him! Why had she been so sure that she knew better than he. Why had she been so sure that poor uneducated people only needed love to make them happy and productive and well-fed? For the first time, she realized that her father and his world were real too. She was so grateful that they were. It was comforting now to realize this even in the extremity of knowing that if she protested too much Angel Orellio might kill her as casually as he would rob or extort. She prayed that she'd find the strength to do the right things and come out of this alive!

Gwen swayed in his arms and his face came down. She felt his lips catch her mouth and the tongue push between her teeth in a deeply intimate kiss; his tongue was orally f.u.c.king her, and she was almost gagging as it hotly scoured her mouth.