pressed the beautiful redhead onto her back in the straw and began running his hands over her body.
She writhed pleasurably, making no effort to restrain him. 'Mmmm, you're so big and strong!'
Again Viv touched the front of Cal's pants, this time even more boldly. She clutched the turgid column of his penis which was straining against the coarse fabric.
Emitting a voluptuous groan, the young man pressed his fleshy face to the softly quivering tops of her titties. He licked and sucked at the pliant, perfumed flesh as his rough hand skidded up the outside of Viv's thigh. Her skirt easily slid above her hips, and Cal palmed the resilient mounds of her bottom, sheathed in white, silken briefs. Her stockings, which had self-supporting tops, ended just below her buttocks.
'Cal! Oh, you're such a tiger! You're making me so hot!'
Viv clawed at the fasteners on his jeans. A new surge of pleasure went through the young cowboy as she reached into his fly and caressed his bloated organ through the fabric of his jockey shorts. Finally Viv's fingers threaded through the shorts' fly and grasped his naked prick. She pulled out the virile tool.
Cal raised his head from her breasts and stared at the stimulating sight of Viv's hand wrapped around his cock, clutching it just below the bulging head. She was smiling, as if she had never before gotten hold of anything so good.
Cal pulled up her stretchy blouse, bunching it at her armpits. Her pale, quivering breasts were cupped in a flimsy bra which didn't have to be unfastened. It was only necessary for Cal to stretch it and pull it up, as he had done with the blouse. Her pink-nippled titties bobbed naked before his lustful eyes.
While Viv caressed his upthrust prick, playing it like a piccolo, Cal eagerly grasped her tits. He squeezed the smooth, pliant mounds, forcing her nipples high in the circles formed by his forefingers and thumbs. He bent and swabbed his wet tongue across the little knots of erectile flesh.
'God, we mustn't do this!' Viv exclaimed, but she still did nothing to stop him. Rather she gripped his cock hard, daring him to try to take it away.
Cal didn't think about the possibility that Pete might come looking for them. Had he thought of it, he wouldn't have cared. His only wish was to enjoy the sexy creature that lay beside him in the straw, and he didn't want that enjoyment to stop until he had entered her to his balls and worked himself to a frenzy.
After pulling long, delicious sucks at her titties, he twisted to look at her lower region. Viv's white panties were stretched to near transparency over the slight curve of her belly and the abrupt little rise of her pubic mound. Curling auburn hairs showed through the sheer undergarment above the seam of its crotchband. Narrow strips of golden thigh gleamed between her stocking tops and the elasticized edges of her light briefs.
Cal bent and kissed Viv's belly button, licking into the sworled depression. She shivered responsively and tousled his thick yellow hair.
The blood was pounding in his veins, and his brain swam with excitement. He nuzzled the front of Viv's silken pants, breathing in the clean, sweet scent of her. His thick hand stroked her stockinged legs. Viv lifted her knees and widened her thighs to let his hand slide down onto the warm, smooth skin of her upper thigh.
Cal's blood-engorged prick quivered with excitement. Pre-coital fluid was oozing out the hole at its tip. His balls, contracted at the base of his shaft, were churning with a need which had accumulated for nearly a week – ever since his last visit to the cat house in town.
He stroked the narrow strip of white nylon that passed between Viv's legs, pressing her warm, plushy softness through the sleek fabric.
'Hurry!' she said. 'If you're going to do it, please hurry.'
Cal needed no further encouragement. He quickly pulled down Viv's panties, lifting her slender legs into the air to take the dainty undergarment off her feet. She spread her stocking-clad thighs wide apart, and the impassioned cowboy gazed with delight at the luscious display of ass and pussy nestled in the soft straw.
The silken, wispy hairs that tufted Viv's mound and bordered her enticing slit were as delicately red as the hair on her head. The inner lips of her pussy, exposed by the separation of her outer labia, were lusciously pink. The smooth, meaty folds gleamed with sexual moisture.
Cal pressed his hand against her naked cunt and thrilled to its warm, dewy softness. His middle finger wiggled into her split, gliding on an oily film as it penetrated the mouth of her vagina.
'I want your cock!' Viv exclaimed, pulling at the rampant organ. 'I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Screw me, screw me, Cal! Come on – stick it in me!'
'You're wonderful!' he whispered. 'Man, how'd I get so lucky?'
Viv smiled up at him, but her eyes were tense with sexual urgency. Her glistening lips were parted to facilitate her heavy breathing.
Cal knelt beside the luscious girl and pushed down his underwear and jeans, his stiff prick pulling in through the fly of his briefs, then bouncing out above the waistband of the retreating garment. The edges of his blue work shirt framed his sexual potency.
He lost no time in scrambling atop Viv. She eagerly extended her arms around him and raised her legs. Gripping his cock, he worked the end of it into her slit. Pushing, he experienced a magnificent sensation as his rock-hard cock glided smoothly up Viv's honeyed cunt. Her channel gripped him snugly and warmly. She smiled up, her eyes alight with passion. Her legs hooked around the backs of his thighs.
'Baby!' Cal exclaimed. He began to fuck her fiercely.
His shirttail flapped against his hairy, bobbing butt. He lowered his chest against her titties, and the rough shirt fabric scratched Viv's nipples. But if this gave her discomfort, she showed no sign of it. She moaned pleasurably and gripped the hunching cowboy with her arms and legs as his bulb-headed dong pumped up and down in her tight, silken channel.
Neither Viv, who was looking straight up, nor Cal, whose face was buried in her sweet neck, saw a slender male figure round the corner of the stable and stop, facing them. Pete stared at the erotic spectacle in the straw and hated Cal for having cut him out with the obviously hot-assed redhead.
First Danny got himself a cute little bride, then Cal caught the only good-looking piece of tail that had ever wandered onto the ranch – and he, Pete, was left with nothing. He figured it wasn't right.
For Cal the moment was right indeed. His eager prick plunged time and again into the warm, slippery depths of Viv's pussy. He felt her voluptuous sheath grind gently and bump up to meet him. Viv let out little murmurs of delight as she clutched his back with her sharp nails and skidded her stocking-clad legs against his flexing thighs.
When Cal reached the short strokes, her heels flailed his buttocks, and she panted, 'Uuh… uuh… ooh, wow… Fuck me… Fuck me… Ooooh!'
Viv's clutching vagina contracted spastically around Cal's thrusting cock, and his overtaxed balls shot out their spurts of thick, warm cream. He groaned with bliss as his pecker jerked in Viv's hot clutches and his semen foamed in her belly.
Pete turned, quivering with frustration, his aroused prick forming a hump in the front of his pants. Retreating around the, corner of the stable, he made a silent vow to get what he needed from Millie that very night. It would serve Danny right, he rationalized. The kid couldn't take care of a hot young cunt like Millie, anyway. And as for her, if she hadn't told anybody what had happened last night, she wasn't going to tell at all.
She would be his for the taking, Pete believed. He only had to make the move and let her know he meant business.
Tonight was the night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Millie lay in the dark, unable to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for half an hour. Though she occupied a room which was just down the hall from that of her handsome young husband, she had never felt so lonely and forlorn. To make matters worse, she was tense with physical frustration. She kept seeing images of Pete's rigid prick. She kept feeling his hands upon her, and feeling Cal's hands, also. She recalled the thrust of Cal's excited organ as it had strained against her belly when he had embraced her.
The distraught eighteen-year-old blamed herself for entertaining such thoughts, but she could no more turn them off than she could stop the moon from shining or hush the breeze that whispered across the prairie.
