by Bart Tracer
After a few slow strokes, Lance began to establish a rhythm, fucking my wife firmly with a steady cadence. Her carefully plaited braids now became handlebars and he used them to advantage, preventing her escape as he pulled her tightly to him. I watched in awe as he took her. Gone was the gentle Lance of yesterday. He now fucked her with abandon, slamming against her ass forcefully, the supple flesh rippling delightfully with each manly thrust.
For some time, he rode her like that, his fists gripping her hair tightly as he thrust himself into her molten pussy. Time and again his cock advanced and retreated, his scrotum slapping her sensitive little bud on each stroke. Elizabeth went wild, trembling and bucking as she was suddenly overcome by an orgasm. Releasing her braids, Lance bent once more to gently kiss her back and nuzzle her ear as she sobbed and convulsed around him. When she had recovered he began to thrust anew.
Noticing me again, Lizzie beckoned me forward. As I stood before her, she once more welcomed my turgid spike between her lips. Each of Lance’s thrusts pushed her sharply forward onto my cock. I could feel the force of the intense fucking he was giving her, feel him pound into her. It was enormously exciting and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
As though sensing my thoughts, she removed me from her mouth to stare up sweetly at me, hugging my wet penis to her cheek as her lover drilled into her dripping snatch. “Sweetie, would you bring me my panties?” She released my dick, nodding toward the couch.
“Uh, sure,” I stuttered, surprised by her request. Was she going to put them back on? Did she plan to wear them after he finished in her, to trap his semen inside her? The thought made me dizzy with lust. I quickly crossed to the couch and retrieved them, hurrying back to the bed, where she moaned
“Thank you, Sweetie!”
She took the lacy garment from my hand, wrapping it around my cock as she returned me to her mouth. The slight roughness of the lace stimulated my shaft as she rubbed her panties along it. This was sexy, too!
Then, she unexpectedly popped me out of her wet mouth and held the thin panties up in front of me. She gestured with her eyes at the lacy fabric spread upon her upstretched palms.
“Do it here,” she commanded.
“Wha…?”
“Squirt on my panties while Lance cums in your wife!”
Oh God! The nastiness of her words was like a stab to the gut. It was so perverse, so wrong… and so perfect. Glancing up, I met Lance’s eyes looking at me over her back as he palmed my wife’s soft ass.
“Do it,” he said simply, nodding.
In a trance, I began to stroke myself aiming the purple head of my aching cock at the scrap of fabric in her hands. My head swam with the depravity of the situation. My wife and her lover were forcing me to masturbate for them, to waste my load in her undies so that he could fill her pussy with his own seed. And that deviant thought filled me with a kind of twisted exhilaration. As my hand flew back and forth across my penis, I quickly reached the breaking point.
My back arched and I gasped and moaned as I began to cum. My balls tightened and the base of my cock began to pulse as my semen rocketed up through my iron-hard shaft to shoot out into Lizzies hands. Over and over, my cock pulsed and spurted forcefully. Soon the fabric of her panties was saturated with my offering, but still I squirted. My wife and I both watched in fascination as I emptied my balls for her, both of us surprised at the force of my ejaculation. Finally, my contractions began to subside and the flow of sperm slowed to a trickle before finally stopping.
“Oh my God!” Lizzie exclaimed. “You’ve never cum so much! I can’t believe what this does to you, Baby!”
“Oh wow!” was all Lance said.
With a satisfied smile, I stumbled back from the bed, my knees shaking. In the aftermath of my orgasm, I was suddenly self-conscious. I found my underwear on the floor and slid it up my legs, covering my wilted penis before taking a seat again.
The scene on the bed was rapidly approaching its end. Lance had obviously been turned on by the spectacle he had just witnessed and was pounding into Elizabeth’s hips with reckless abandon. She gasped at the ferocity of his onslaught, her chest heaving as the panties slipped from her hands to lie forgotten in a pool of my sperm on the floor next to the bed.
She climaxed before him, shrieking in passion, her arms collapsing. Her head fell to the wrinkled sheets; her graceful hips stuck lewdly into the air as her lover labored behind her. A huge grimace creased her face as she grunted and ground her splendid ass back at him, welcoming him deeper into her fiery crevice.
“Unngh!...Aaah!”, she moaned, her face smashed into the mattress, “Cum for me, Lance!...Fill me in front of my husband!”
And after everything that had transpired, he was more than ready to unburden those massive testicles of his. And her dirty talk pushed him over the edge. Every muscle went taught as he grasped her waist, pulling Lizzie’s wonderful hips tightly against his groin, and began to shoot. Throwing his head back, he bellowed like a bull, stabbing at her pussy with his enormous member as his semen flowed into her, flooding her pussy with a massive amount of his sperm. It seemed to stretch on forever. His muscular body hunched into her repeatedly as he seeded my wife with his magnificent cock. Finally, he slumped over her back, exhausted, and then released his iron grip on her waist. His heavy cock slipped noisily out of her brimming hole, slapping wetly against her inner thigh.
“Wheww!” Lance hooted, smiling at me as he moved off her. “That was intense!” His deflated cock still dwarfed mine.
“I’ll say!” I exclaimed, standing up. “It looked like you really filled her!”
“That’s what the lady wanted!” Turning to her, he ordered, “Hold still. Your husband needs to see this.” He gestured toward her still upraised buttocks.
I couldn’t resist. I quietly made my way to his side and gazed on his handiwork. I had to admit, it was impressive. Her vagina was distended, gaping open impossibly as her raspy pubic hair peeked out beneath it. I found myself wondering if she would ever be tight for me again and shuddered with excitement. In spite of the fact that her hips were up, some of Lance’s massive load was leaking out of her, spilling down the insides of her pale thighs to soil the tops of her virginal white stockings. There was something frighteningly beautiful about the sight of his seed drooling from her conquered hole. I felt myself growing hard again.
“Have you ever put that much cum in her?” he asked me smugly.
Elizabeth answered for me before I could speak. “He’s never cum in me.”
Raising an eyebrow, Lance gave a low whistle, “I see…In that case, this really is a special honor. Thank you. Thank you both.”
I think the sudden gravity of her statement was a little intense for him. At any rate, he quickly found his clothing again and dressed as we made small talk. Elizabeth rose from the bed and shrugged into her gown. She escorted him to the door and they shared a private moment, touching, cuddling, and whispering to each other for a while with their foreheads touching beneath his Stetson, before she opened the door for him. She gave him one last passionate kiss and then, with a wave to me, he was gone.
Chapter 13
Watching their intimacy at the door had done nothing to relieve my new boner. When she walked back to me, she noticed immediately.
“Looks like somebody had a good time!” she stroked me through my underwear.
“Yes!” I replied quickly. “It was even hotter than last time.”
“What part, Baby?” She continued to rub my erection. Her gown had fallen open and her breasts were on display in front of me.
“I liked how forceful he was with you; the way he took charge tonight. I wonder why he was so different...”
“Silly boy!” she laughed. “Lance and I had quite a long talk before you came to find me this morning. I told him about some of our fantasies and turn-ons. So he had a pretty good idea just which buttons needed pushing tonight!”
“You told him?!”
“Well, of cours
e!” She pushed my shorts to my knees so she could play with my penis. “I wanted him to know what he was getting himself into.”
I moaned and looked at her perfect breasts, reaching out a hand to stroke them beneath her gown. “I sure liked the way he got into you!”
“Was it what you wanted, Baby?”
“God, yes! And so much more! I love watching him fuck you!”
She blushed at my crudeness, “I’m glad. I like doing it in front of you. I can feel your eyes on me. I know how jealous you are; how much you wish you were the one between my legs. It makes me feel so sexy!”
“And you like the fact that he’s hung. I can tell.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “That is a part of it. It feels amazing to be stretched like that. He can make me cum so easily. But…to tell you the truth, his size is exciting for another reason.”
“Another reason?” I croaked, her hand on my cock making it hard to concentrate.
“Yes, Baby,” she cooed in my ear. “I like that he’s so much bigger than you!”
“Oh God!” my hips began to buck, humping her hand as she teased me.
“And you know what else?”
“Aaagh…Whatttt, Baby?”
“I like that his sperm is inside me, instead of yours!” she hissed wickedly.
“Aaagh!” I cried as the semen rocketed out of my cock. I spurted all over her hand and wrist as she milked me. When I was finished, she patted my flagging penis lovingly before pulling up my shorts.
“Why don’t you hop in bed while I clean up?” she suggested as she walked toward the bathroom.
Chapter 14
When I awoke the next morning, I found Lizzie sleeping soundly beside me in a short cotton nightie. She was a vision of virtuous beauty, her sweet face encircled by her thick red hair. There was no outward sign of the debauchery she had so enjoyed last night. I kissed her shoulder, rousing her.
“Morning, Sunshine!”
“Oh, Baby! Good morning!” She stretched. “We’d better start getting packed up.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, swinging my feet to the floor. “I’d like to get on the road by 9.”
As I stood, my eyes were drawn by a white envelope next to the door. Curious, I walked over and picked it up.
“What is it?” Lizzie asked me, rubbing her eyes.
“It looks like a letter of some sort,” I answered, turning it over in my hands. Finding no markings, I opened it and pulled out a business card and a single sheet of paper. Scrawled across it, in a distinctly masculine hand were the following words:
Dear Bill and Elizabeth,
Thank you so much for your hospitality over the last two days. It has meant more to me than you will ever know. Sorry that I couldn’t say goodbye in person, but I had to leave early to take care of some urgent business back home.
I hope this isn’t too forward, but if you guys aren’t doing anything over Thanksgiving, I’d like to invite you to come visit me at the ranch. It gets kinda lonesome in the big house around the holidays, now that Dad has passed away, and I would sure enjoy the company. I have plenty of spare rooms and we could barbecue, play horseshoes, swim in the pool, whatever you feel like!
Anyway, just thought I’d make the offer. The phone number is on the card.
Thanks again to a very special lady and her generous husband.
Your friend always,
Lance Corbin
I read the letter to Elizabeth and then looked up. She smiled broadly and raised an eyebrow.
“You know,” she began, “I sure do like barbecue…”
Shaken in her Boots, Volume 2
Chapter 1
The run-up to the state championship had been tense. We’d had little time for anything other than rodeo and, as luck would have it, a month passed before we saw Lance again. We just never seemed to be attending the same competitions on any given weekend. Then, at the finals themselves, there had scarcely been time for more than a quick hello, as we met him in passing. But now, the rodeo season was over for the year, and both Elizabeth and I were finally able to enjoy some well-earned downtime.
It was good to be home. While we lived for the excitement of rodeo, life on the road was exhausting. Constantly driving from one city to another, sleeping in the trailer, eating fast food, and taking care of two horses had a way of taking its toll on a person. After all the chaos, the peace and quiet of our little ranch felt like heaven. For a month, we had scarcely been to town.
Now, October was drawing to a close. The leaves were falling and the flights of geese and cranes trailed out across the vast western sky in mighty V’s heading south for the winter. I lay in the long grass under the cottonwood trees next to the creek with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the setting sun on my face. I could hear my horse, Buster, grazing contentedly a few feet away and the rustle of the dry leaves in the trees above, mixed with the happy gurgle of the water as it made its way over the rocky streambed. The occasional fly buzzed quietly through the whispering grass. I couldn’t remember ever having felt so content.
At long last, I roused myself and gathered Buster’s reins. It was time to head back. I checked the cinch, then, placing my left foot in the stirrup, I grabbed the horn and stepped into the saddle. I sat for just a second with both hands on the horn in front of me, watching the sun creep ever closer to the horizon, before squeezing Buster into a walk and pointing him toward home.
“Let’s head for the house, boy,” I said to him.
The shadows lengthened and the crickets began to chirp as I rode up the familiar trail toward the ranch house. The only other noises were the creaking of the saddle and the sound of Buster’s hooves shuffling through the fallen leaves that covered the soft ground. Without the warmth of the sun, the air had turned chilly, and I turned up my collar against the cool breeze that blew insistently at my back.
Cresting the hill, I could see the porchlight twinkling across the pasture. Lizzie always turned the light on for us when we were out after dark. Spotting it, Buster broke into a trot, eager to be home, and I pulled him up gently, forcing him to walk.
“Easy boy,” I said softly.
Buster fell obediently to a walk once more, and we arrived home without incident. I pulled up next to the barn and dismounted. Leading him through the big door, I felt for the light switch on the wall and flicked it on. The barn was immediately bathed in light.
Draping the rein over my shoulder, I loosened the back cinch, then proceeded to undo the front cinch. Passing in front of Buster, I stopped to scratch his forehead before moving to the other side to secure the two cinches in their keeper. I then reached up and, grasping the saddle horn, pulled the saddle and saddle pad off in one motion. Tipping the saddle up carefully onto the horn and swells to take the strain off the tree, I left it on the bare dirt next to the stall door.
I led Buster into his stall, where I rubbed him down briefly with a handful of straw. For some time, I lingered with him, talking lowly and scratching his ears before finally closing the stall door. After giving him a scoop of oats and a pitchfork of hay, I put my tack in the tack room. I switched off the lights and closed the barn’s main door before turning to walk to the house where my wife waited.
Chapter 2
When I opened the back door, my nose was greeted by the savory aroma of roasting meat. Lord, I was hungry, I realized to my surprise. I hung my hat on the hook in the entryway and reached for the bootjack. Pulling off both boots, I arranged them neatly along the wall and then put the bootjack back in its place. Lizzie hated it when I left my boots lying in the entryway. Happy wife, happy life, I smiled to myself.
Walking into the kitchen, I saw Elizabeth bent over the open oven, unaware that I was there. For a moment, I watched her carefully basting the chicken she was making for supper. She stood barefoot in a simple cotton dress with an apron. Her red hair was secured with a bandana. The quintessential rancher’s wife, I thought. She really was quite lovely.
Careful to make no sound, I sn
uck up behind her. Once I was within striking distance, I reached out with no warning and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her rapidly backwards into my arms. She shrieked like a banshee, completely taken off guard by my assault.
“Bill!” she admonished. “What do you think you’re doing?! I nearly had a heart attack!”
“I’m sorry, Baby!” I laughed. “I just couldn’t resist!”
“Well, maybe you should try harder in the future, mister!”
She stuck her tongue out at me, then hurried to shut the oven door. I couldn’t help but admire her cute backside as she raised up on her tiptoes to stir the green beans simmering on the back burner.
“Dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes. Why don’t you set the table?”
“Aye aye, Cap’n!” I came to attention.
“Watch it, smartass, or you’ll be jerkin’ off to internet porn tonight!”
Feigning horror, I scurried toward the silverware drawer. Lizzie laughed happily at my antics.
My mouth was watering from the aroma emanating from the oven as I set out plates and flatware. The meal smelled mouth-watering. Roast garlic chicken and mashed potatoes with carrots and green beans. It was one of my favorites and Lizzie knew it. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help wondering if there were some ulterior motive behind all her hard work.
Chapter 3
After dinner, which, as expected, had been delicious, I helped her clean away the dirty dishes and then went to take a shower. I leaned against the shower wall, letting the scalding spray wash the trail dust from my body, to go swirling down the drain. The warmth of the water was relaxing after the slight chill of the evening air. As I stood under the running water, I heard the shower door open and close behind me and felt my wife’s cool hand touch my back.
