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Back in the Saddle Again
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BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN
I'm Wilfred Warren and this is my story.
At twenty-seven, fresh from MBA school back east and newly
married to my childhood sweetheart, I accepted a job with a firm
in Fort Worth, Texas - "Cowtown" they call it. I'd never been
west of the Appalachians. My employer was a conglomerate
owned by a big rancher and businessman named Jefferson
McDuff III.
My darling wife, Sheila, was twenty-five. We began dating when
she was sixteen. I was the only she had ever had. About five
three, with a fabulous body and high, large breasts, her best
feature, I thought, was her wonderful ass, which was hard yet soft,
jutting and inviting. Her brown hair was to her shoulders and she
had a sweet smile and big brown eyes. Our sex life was good but
not great. With some pushing, she'd suck my cock, but she never
volunteered for that duty. I'd tried to get her to open up, but to no
avail.
I'd been faithful to her during our relationship except when I was
out of town. Out of town, I was on my own and I'd scored every
time.
Two weeks after I started work, my boss, Ralph, told me Mac, as
everyone called Mr. McDuff, was throwing a big barbeque and
dance at his ranch. Sheila and I were invited to go.
Ralph, and his wife, Mary Lou, took us shopping for western
wear. We bought boots and shirts, hats and belt buckles, the
whole shooting match. Sheila decided on a western blouse and
skirt, rather than jeans. The skirt was denim and covered the tops
of the new boots she wore.
As we shopped, I saw Sheila's eyes were wide with sexual
excitement. I remembered the only sexual fantasy she'd
mentioned was to be a cowgirl and have the cowboys fuck her
until she couldn't walk. I wondered what the party would bring.
I'd heard McDuff was a wild man, particularly with the ladies. In
fact, the was any husband of a woman who fell into his bed
was rewarded by faster promotions and additional compensation
unless the husband complained.
They told the of a husband who did complain, attacking
McDuff when he found him fucking his beautiful, wife.
McDuff beat the hell of out the cuckold husband, tied him to a
fence post, and made him watch as McDuff, most of the ranch
hands, and several company executives, fucked the guy's to
oblivion. The guy lost his job and his wife, who stayed on as
McDuff's personal playtoy.
The day of the big party, Sheila was high was anticipation. I
kissed her as she stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself.
"You seem excited," I said calmly.
"Oh, Wil, I'm going to a real western dance with real cowboys!
Can you imagine! Real cowboys!"
"You aren't thinking of fucking a real cowboy, are you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked wide eyed. I could tell she knew
exactly what I meant.
"Are you thinking of committing adultery today with a cowboy?"
"Wil . . . I love you very much . . . "
"And I love you. Are you going to fuck somebody else today?"
Her expression became unsure, embarrassed.
"It's just a fantasy. Nothing'll happen. I'm your sweet, loyal, little
wife."
"Baby, relax and enjoy. What happens, happens. Remember, I
love you no matter what you do."
She looked very quizzical as if she didn't understand. Then, a
sexual, demanding look came over her face.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"My God, I love you, Wil. You're more and more husband
than any woman deserves."
"Just remember you said that," I replied, my eyes steely.
"I will. You remember I love you."
We were dressed and ready at three when Ralph and Mary Lou
picked us up. As we waited, Sheila was twirling in front of that
mirror. She looked like a wet dream.
"What are you doing?" I asked innocently.
"I'm not wearing panties. I was trying to see how hard I have to
spin before someone could see my pussy."
As we drove to Mac's ranch in their car, Ralph and Mary Lou
were happy and talkative. Soon, all four of us were babbling like
old friends.
"I hear McDuff likes to hustle the ladies," I said in a
conversational tone. I saw a glance pass between Ralph and Mary
Lou. Sheila quivered.
"You heard right," Ralph said with a hearty laugh, turning to his
wife. "He really hustles them, doesn't he, Mary Lou?"
She turned a beet and ducked her face in embarrassment.
When she looked at us, sexual desire oozed from her.
"You two need to talk about how to handle things out here," she
said.
"Handle what?" I asked.
"Handle it when Mac wants to fuck Sheila."
"We've talked. What happens, happens," Sheila said.
She looked at me questioningly. I squeezed her hand and winked.
"Wil, have you heard the about the husbands that challenge
Mac?"
"Yes," I answered. "But I don't believe them."
"Believe them. They're true. It's happened three times. Each time
Mac took the guy's wife. Mac kept one. Her name's Sue Ann and
you'll meet her tonight. One decided to turn pro and is the biggest
madame in Fort Worth. And the third was given by McDuff to a
young as a bonus for pulling off a big deal."
"When do we meet her?" Sheila asked.
"You already have," Ralph said as he looked at his wife. Again,
Mary Lou blushed, but it was followed by a slutty grin that made
my cock stiffen.
I pulled Sheila to me and kissed her hard, slipping my hand up to
her pussy. Her legs flew open. Her was dripping. It was
then I noticed she had shaved her bush. Yes, tonight would be
interesting.
You might ask why a would actually encourage his to
fuck around. First, there was no way in hell I could stop her. Her
mind was made up. Anyway, I wanted her to be wilder, more
sexually open. This was a good way to do it. And it could help me
in my career. Last, it would give me some opportunities to play
around. All in all it seemed like a good deal. By the time, the night
was over I would realize what a good deal it really was.
When we arrived at the ranch, probably fifty to sixty cars were
parked in a field. We walked toward the sound of a country band
and the smell of barbeque. Ralph and I left the woman talking to
another couple as he led me toward a group.
"Howdy, Ralph, glad y'all could come. You must be Wil," he
said, sticking out his hand.
It was Mac McDuff and his handshake was commanding and
dominant. the Marlboro but bigger (six four, two
hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle), stronger, more handsome
and more rugged with cold gray eyes that could twinkle when he
wanted them to. And the Marlboro was a pretty model.
Mac had made a billion dollars starting as a high school drop out
when he was fourteen. He was brilliant and ruthless.
I was glad I'd paved the way for him and my wife. I could tell he
was exactly her type.
"Wil, Ralph here tells me you know I'm going to fuck your
and share her with some of the boys. Are you okay with it?"
Brutally blunt as I expected.
"Yes, Mr. McDuff," I replied.
His eyes softened. "You'll go far, Wil. Do you want to watch
when I take her or let her tell you about it later?"
"I'd like to watch," I said.
"Done deal. Now, you have a drink and enjoy the party. And
Wil, call me Mac. All my close friends do."
When Mac turned back to his group, we rejoined our wives.
"Where were you?" Sheila whispered to me.
"Talking to Mac."
She said nothing but her expression said volumes. I kissed her.
"I gave my blessings to him fucking you."
She shivered and her legs got weak. I think she orgasmed just
from thinking about it. The next hour or so, we visited, just like
any other party. The crowd was key people from the company I
worked for, important clients, key personnel from the ranch or one
of Mac's other companies and other friends of his. Sheila had
three drinks, which was a lot for her. Then Ralph pulled me aside.
"Mac's ready for your wife. Do you want a woman while he
does?"
"That would be nice," I said, my blood pressure soaring.
"You can have Sue Ann, Molly over there, or Mary Lou. I suggest
Sue Ann. Molly's drunk and you can have Mary Lou any time.
Just ask me."
I told him Sue Ann.
"Sue Ann, it is. Remember, she's use to a dominant male."
Ralph returned in just a minute with an adorable little
about five feet tall with an hourglass figure and huge tits. She had
blonde hair to her waist pulled back in the longest ponytail, big
dimples, a pert nose and pouty lips.
"Hi, cowboy," she giggled.
I pulled her to me, kissed her hard with my hand on her ass. I felt
her give in my arms, surrendering, as I cupped her delicious
breast.
"Wow! If you fuck like you kiss, I'm gonna' to have a fun time,"
she said.
I looked over Sue Ann's shoulder to see Sheila staring at me with
a funny little smile. She knew her fun was about to begin. I
motioned to her to come over and introduced her to Sue Ann.
"I'll be fucking Sue Ann while Mac's fucking you," I said in a
conversational tone.
"Wil, I didn't expect you to . . . well, be having someone else,
but, Wil . . . I . . . "
Sue Ann gave a little laugh. "Honey, no . . . no real
cowboy . . . is going to let another fuck his heifer without
some kind of comeback." The started talking, not noticing as
Mac walked over to us.
When Sheila looked up at Mac, her eyes glazed over like a deer in
headlights. Sweat broke out on her chin. Nobody said a word. We
were mesmerized by the sexual dance taking place between Mac
and my as he stared at her for probably a minute or two. I
could hear the crowd becoming silent behind us at they became
aware of what was happening.
When Mac reached for the lapel on her blouse, I saw it zipped
rather than buttoned. He pulled the zipper down, unsnapped her
bra and pulled the garments off her. She hadn't moved, not even
blinked, as he stripped her to the waist. He pulled down the zipper
to her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She was naked except for
cowboy boots. When Mac caressed her with both hands,
Sheila began whimpering.
Only I had seen Sheila naked before this moment. Now, two
hundred people were staring at her bounty. If she was
embarrassed, it never showed. But everyone could see, and smell,
her love juice running down her thighs, coating them from crotch
to knee.
Mac put a leather collar around her neck, fastened it, attached a
leash, turned and walked away. Sheila followed after him like a
heifer on a halter, her hips swaying sexually. That little heifer was
looking forward to being bred.
"Come on, cowboy," Sue Ann said, pulling me with her.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To the breeding barn."
The was a new metal building with excellent lighting. There
were stalls, tack hanging from the walls, all of the things you'd
expect on a working ranch plus some items which appeared to be
designed for a woman rather than cattle. There were horses in
some of the stalls.
A couple of cowboys rolled a leather bench into the middle of the
big open space in the middle of the and locked the wheels
down to keep it still. I noticed the bench had built in restraints.
As we stood there, I let my hand wander under Sue Ann's skirt.
She was very cooperative, spreading her legs to let me play with
her pussy. As my hand wandered over her ass, I felt something. I
traced it with my hand. Sue Ann smiled up at me.
"Brand," she said.
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's a brand. A good brands his stock so everyone knows
that heifer belongs to him."
"All of Mac's women are branded?" I gasped.
"Yup. All the keepers anyway. The ones he plans to trade or sell
are unbranded. The other cowboys brand their heifers, too."
She acted like it was an every day, ordinary occurrence. I'd never
considered it. I felt sure Sheila would not want to be branded
because it is supposed to be extremely painful. I had to see Sue
Ann's brand. As if she read my mind, Sue Ann raised her skirt to
show me.
It was the letter M laying on its side. That clicked in my mind.
Lazy M Enterprises was my employer. Lazy M. His brand.
When I looked back, Mac was pulling Sheila over the table by the
leash, leading her as he would a heifer. He rolled her on her back.
Sheila's eyes were glazed, her expression complete sexual desire
and submission as he brought her hands over her head and bound
them to the table. He attached the leash, holding her head flat. He
bought her legs up, bent and bound them. She was now secure,
her ass hanging out in mid air, legs up and open, ready and
available.
When Mac dropped his jeans, his huge cock fell out. He looked
around the room and smiled at a woman. She looked up at
her husband who nodded affirmatively. She ran to Mac, fell to
her knees and his cock in her mouth. With everyone else in
the room, I watched it grow.
One reason I didn't mind my fucking around is I have a big
cock - about eight and a half inches long and thick. Since Sheila
never experienced another man, I felt having someone else would
make her realize how good she had it with me.
But I was a midget compared to Mac. Hell! Those stallions in the
corral were midgets compared to Mac.
I was sorry I'd agreed but it was too late. Everyone could see his
monster. Everyone but Sheila. She had no idea what was about to
be shoved up her sweet pussy. Even as lubricated as she was, I
hoped she'd be all right.
Mac patted the his cock on her head. She popped him
out of her distended mouth, smiled and ran back to her husband.
Mac lodged the tip of his monster cock in Sheila's fuck hole. He
shuffled his feet, adjusted the angle, and grabbed her thighs for
leverage. He slammed that monster in her with one hard thrust.
'Godddd yessssss. Oh, yessss."
Sheila's back arched and her legs jerked like she had been given
an electric charge. I'd never seen her orgasm that strongly but her
desire had been building all day. She was bouncing on the table,
squirming, out of control in orgasm. I felt Sue Ann drop to her
knees and pull my erection out. Her mouth was warm, her tongue
active, as she my cock, but I never took my eyes off my
wife.
Mac wasn't moving, letting Sheila do all the fucking. But Sheila
wanted to be pounded.
'Fuck me . . . please don't tease me . . . I need it so . . . I need
you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Her voice drifted off into a
sob.
Mac slowly pulled out, and, then back in, back and forth. Then I
heard it. He started to sing as he rammed that monster cock
rhythmically in my wife's cunt.
"I'm back in the saddle again.
Out west, where a woman is to please.
Where all the women on their knees,
For my they do plead.
Back in the saddle again."
The audience apparently had heard this one before. They joined in
the chorus.
"Whoopie, ti, yi, yah.
I make it last all day.
Back in the saddle again.
Whoopie, ti, yi, yo,
Fucking fast or slow.
Back in the saddle again."
I felt my cock twitch, the sign I was ready to cum. I jammed both
hands in Sue Ann's hair and began to fuck her face. She deep
throated me once before I came a bucket in her mouth. She
grabbed my legs to support me as I almost collapsed my orgasm
was so strong.
Mac's huge cock and steady rhythm had Sheila rigid now,
quivering all over, her legs locking down in one continual spasm.
I knew she was getting ready to have the most mind blowing
orgasm ever. She was totally covered in her own sweat and as
as a lobster, or as they say in Texas, as a new borne Hereford.
"I'm back in the saddle again.
Where a heifer's a cowboy's best friend.
Where you never are alone,
With a heifer on your bone.
Back in the saddle again."
Even I joined in the chorus this time, as I began to remove Sue
Ann's blouse.
"Whoopie, ti, yi, yah.
I make it last all day.
Back in the saddle again.
Whoopie, ti, yi, yo,
Fucking fast or slow.
Back in the saddle again."
'God, Mac . . . please . . . please fuck me harder . . . I need it
harder . . . "
My little was begging him to slam her even more. But Mac
stopped, pulling back so only about two inches off cock plugged
her pussy. She tried to get some action but her bondage kept her
from getting more cock and drove her even crazier.
"Please. Please let me cum. I'll do anything."
"Slut, I want you to belong to me."
"Yesss!"
"I want to brand you."
"Yes. Anything."
"What do you want?"
"I want to be your heifer. Your slut. Wear your brand. Lead me
naked through the streets of Fort Worth. Show the world you own
me, control me, but, for God' sake, fuck meeeee!"
"Eeee yahhhh hooooo," he screamed as he fucked her as fast as he
could, driving his whole monster in her cunt. You could see his
cock head push her belly out on the in strokes. If he had worn
spurs, he'd be digging them into her, riding hell for leather.
Sheila's scream started like a train whistle a long way off, getting
louder and louder as her skin got redder and redder and her back
slowly arched until only her heels and shoulders touched the table.
"Yeeeeesssssssss!!!!!!!!!!"
When Sheila passed out, Mac stopped, a big, shit-eating grin on
his face. There was sound as he pulled his cock out of
her.
"All right, cowboys. Let's breed this heifer."
A dragging his ran to Mac's side. He gave Mac his
and slammed himself in Sheila. Mac pushed the to her
knees, jammed his cock in her mouth and in a moment, started
filling her like a grain truck filling a silo: a constant and heavy
steam of matter. She must have swallowed ten times.
A line was forming to fuck my wife. It was a long, long line.
Immediately, everyone in the place was naked and fucking. There
seemed to be no rules except fuck as much as you wanted. I did it
with eleven women before I collapsed in a corner.
As I watched the others, I estimated eighty of the hundred women
there were branded. I noticed many different brands, although
almost half of the branded women, such as Sue Ann and Mary
Lou, wore Mac's Lazy M. I also observed various other
decorations such as nipple or rings, some tattoos, ankle
chains, and the like. It was an interesting group.
A couple of hours later, we were all out under the beautiful, clear
sky, eating barbeque and drinking beer. Those that wanted to be
naked were naked, but some people had redressed. I was enjoying
feeling the cool, dry air on my naked body. Mac came toward
me, leading Sheila by her leash. She was naked except for her
boots.
"Hay, Wil. Y'all watch my new heifer while I take a piss," Mac
said with a big grin. I took the leash.
"Are you all right?" she asked softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I obviously enjoyed him fucking me. I agreed to belong to
him, to be his slut, to let him brand me."
"You were trying to orgasm. Those promises don't mean
anything."
"Yes, they do," she said fiercely. "I *am* his slut! He *is* going
to brand me! Oh, Wil, part of me will always belong to you, but
most of me belongs to Mac as of tonight. You're going to have to
be happy with what part of me Mac lets you have."
She acted haughty and self righteous.
"You mean you're Mac's woman now? Just like that?" I snapped
my fingers.
"Yes." She looked smug.
That really pissed me off! With a mean, nasty expression on my
face, I pulled off her diamond engagement and wedding rings and
jammed them in my pocket.
"Since these don't mean anything, I'll take them back."
Her lower lip quivered and tears formed.
"Wil . . . "
"Consider yourself divorced, slut!"
Just then, Ralph motioned to me. As I walked toward him, Sheila
followed since I was holding her leash.
"Mac wants to see you in the barn," he said. He winked at me. I
trudged to the barn, ignoring Mac's new slut who was making
little whiny noises as she followed me.
Mac was over in the corner talking to a group of five women.
When he saw us, he had the woman stand up against the wall, side
by side. Each of the women was different but attractive. All were
naked and had shaved pussies.
"Slut, get up there with them," he said to Sheila.
She gave him a funny look and hesitated. He had a quirt in his
hand which he flicked against her thighs. She squealed and
hurriedly complied, rubbing her leg where the quirt caught
her.
"Now, Wil," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder, "we're
men of the world and we're cowboys, so we understand livestock
management."
"I understand you're stealing my wife," I said.
His face got colder than a January storm. His hand crushed my
shoulder and I felt the cold wind from his icy, gray eyes.
"Wil," he said very softly and very menacingly, "here in Texas, we
don't accuse another of rustling . . . not unless we are
ready to defend our accusations with our lives. More than one
cowboy died of accusing another of rustling. You didn't
mean to say I'm a rustler, did you?"
"No. You aren't a rustler."
He slapped me on the back real friendly like.
"Good. Now, a needs to build a large herd if he's to be
successful. You have one nice little heifer, but you have only one.
To help a good ole like you, I'm willing to trade you any two
of these other heifers for her. Of course, it's your decision. If you
want to keep the one you have, you can. But I recommend
making this trade, son. I know ranchin' and I know livestock."
I looked at the six women standing there. Sheila had her mouth
hanging open, obvious disbelief on her face. I guessed she'd
expected me to always be there in case she changed her mind and
wanted to come back. The other five was all trying to look hot.
They wanted to be selected.
"Obviously," Mac continued, "the more heifers you own, the more
feed you need. These others work and earn their own feed. And,
they work sitting down, not laying down. The heifer you have
doesn't earn her own feed. And, if we reach a trade, a nice little
pay increase is yours from the company."
"Can I have a couple of hours to examine them?" I asked.
"Shit! Take all night."
He slapped me on the back, grabbed Sheila's leash and walked
away. Sheila looked back at me with a sad, questioning
expression.
One by one I started talking to the women, I mean, heifers. I
knew all of them would be good fucks so I was interested in
finding the right chemistry. None of them had the body Sheila did
but all of them were nice indeed. I noticed all five were unbranded
and knew they were part of Mac's herd he was willing to trade.
I talked to each, taking my time, playing with their and their
pussies. By the time I was finished, five beautiful women were
dripping down their legs and begging me to fuck them.
I made my decision. I was going to take Ida, who was the least
attractive of the five but still very good looking. She had a good
mind, a positive nature and a heart of gold. And I took Yvonne, a
dark haired, black eyed, exotic looking, half Chinese, half
Mexican mixture that made my cock stiff every time she smiled.
Attaching them to each other by their leashes, I led them out of the
barn like some disjointed ten-legged centipede.
Sheila was on all fours with Mac's cock buried in her ass. Him
penetrating her virgin back must have been the screaming we
heard when we were in the barn. I'd thought someone was
ringing a cat's neck. We joined the crowd watching my boss
stretch my wife's ass to its limits. She had that look of total
sexual happiness and surrender again.
Then, he started to sing.
"I'm back in the saddle again.
Fucking all the heifers' rear ends.
When I fuck them up their ass,
Their smile forever lasts.
Back in the saddle again."
"Whoopie, ti, yi, yah.
I make it last all day.
Back in the saddle again.
Whoopie, ti, yi, yo,
Fucking fast or slow.
Back in the saddle again."
He stopped, feeling Sheila's ass spasm on his cock as she
climaxed at least twice. He turned her around, jammed his cock
in her mouth and filled her up. When she gagged from her own
shit and pushed him away, he whipped that quirt across her
breasts. Her mouth flew open and her tongue came out. When she
had cleaned him to his satisfaction, he wiped his cock in her hair.
He left her sitting on her sore ass, wiping his and specks of
her shit from her lips.
"Well, Wil, my boy, what'id you decide?" he asked.
I could see Sheila behind him. She mouthed "please let me stay
with you," begging me to keep her as Mac had indicated I could.
Remember, it was only a few hours ago when she told me she
belonged to Mac, not me. How things do change.
"You're right, Mac. I need at least two heifers in my herd. I'll
take Ida and Yvonne and call it square."
"Damn good choices, Wil. I can see you're a good judge of
livestock. I like that in my business people. People who can judge
livestock can usually make good money in business. Let's go
cinch the deal."
I separated Ida and Yvonne from the others, then tied their leashes
to a hitching post. As Mac tied Sheila to the same post, she
reached for me. Mac flicked that quirt again, catching Sheila
across her ass. She squealed, rubbing her ass.
"You belong to me, slut! Keep your hands off other cowboys
without my permission!"
His voice was cold and uncompromising. Sheila's tears began to
roll. As Sheila cried, I kissed Ida and Yvonne long and hard,
playing with their pussies as she watched. They both begged me to
fuck them which made Sheila cry even more.
Revenge is sweet!
Mac and I went into the office he maintained off the barn.
"You know Sheila wants to stay with you," he said evenly, a soft,
gentle look in his eyes.
"Yes, I know. I'd like to keep her. I really do love her, but she
said she belonged to you. If I do keep her, it'll be on my terms."
He laughed, a good, hearty deep laugh, but he had a gleam in his
eye.
"Tell you what, boy, I like the hell out of you! I want you to keep
her, but, you're right, you do need to teach her a lesson. I'll give
you Ida so you can have two of them. Another heifer competing
for your attention all the time should keep your little slut on her
toes." He chuckled.
"I see you took back the wedding ring. Keep it! Brand her instead!
I took the liberty of having my foreman make a brand for you. I
had a feeling something like this might come up."
He handed me a long piece of iron, one end bent round to form a
handle, the other with my brand. It was a "WW".
"I wanted to give you running Ws, but that's used. You can call
your brand 'Twin Doubleyous'. My people will register it with the
Livestock Association in the morning."
I was stunned by his generosity and thanked him profusely.
"Now, let's go finish breaking that slut of yours."
Sheila saw us coming, released her leash from the hitching post
and ran toward us. Mac grabbed her arms, threw her over another
hitching post and wrapped her leash around her ankles, effectively
tying her over the hitching post with her ass up in the air.
"Gather round, cowboys!" Mac yelled.
We quickly had a crowd. I had motioned for Ida and Yvonne to
release themselves and join me. I had one on each side, my arms
around them. They were pressed against me as hard as they could.
"Any of you slut heifers want to tell me why this one is going to
get whipped?"
Mac looked around and several hands shot in the air.
"Darlene?" he said, pointing to a tall, beautiful woman who was
holding tightly to a short, ugly man.
"You tied her to a hitching post and she released herself without
permission."
"Right!" Mac turned to Sheila.
"Understand, little slut?" he asked menacingly.
Sobbing, she shook her head "yes".
"Wil? Please!" she sobbed, begging me to intervene on her behalf.
Mac looked at me and winked.
"You wanted to belong to Mac. To be his slut. Wear his brand.
You got your wish. I'd never interfere with another man's
ranching. It just ain't done."
"Ida, how many do you think she should get?" Mac asked.
Ida looked at me, then at Mac long and hard.
"Just one, Mac. She didn't know the rule," she said very softly.
"You're a good woman, Ida, a fair woman," he replied. "I may've
been mistaken trading you to Wil, but a deal's a deal. One it is."
Mac pulled back that quirt and laid it across Sheila ass and thighs.
She screamed as her whole backside burst into the colors of a
western sunset. She was sobbing uncontrollably as he released
her.
"Rub it and you get another," Mac told her.
Her eyes got big and she fought to keep her hands away from her
burning ass.
The crowd broke up. Obviously, all the heifers had been required
to watch so they would remember that punishment when it was
needed was part of a heifer's life. I saw Sheila ask Mac for
permission to talk to me. Her face was sad, eyes swollen and
from crying. But her voice was eager.
"I don't want to belong to Mac. I want to belong to you, Wil.
You're my husband."
"You came here tonight to fuck Mac, to give yourself to him. And
you gave yourself to him much more than you ever gave yourself
to me. You got what you wanted. Now, I'm going to get what I
want: two wild, wonderful, sexual, women to take care of me.
Anyway. I divorced you. Remember?"
"Keep me! Please! I can be wild and wonderful. I will be. From
now on. I promise, Wil!"
"No, Sheila. I'm happy with Yvonne and Ida. But we can see each
other at the company picnics."
I walked away. I could see her crying and talking to Mac. It was
ten minutes when Mac motioned to me.
"Cowboy, let's cut a trade! This little heifer really wants to be with
you. She's very happy and willing to do this trade, aren't you?"
Sheila, wiping tears away, nodded her head eagerly as if she were
desperate for me to accept it.
"Wil, you get Sheila and Ida. I get Sheila two nights a month and
Ida three nights. I keep Yvonne. When I take one of yours, you
can have Yvonne or one of my other heifers."
"Well, Mac. You know livestock better than I do, but this heifer (I
pointed to Sheila) has been really difficult. She may not be
trainable. Any way, Yvonne loves to get down and suckle a
cowboy's short leg. This one . . . "
As I pointed to Sheila, she dropped to her knees and began
sucking on my cock. Mac winked at me.
"True, she's been difficult," Mac said. "But I think Sheila here
now understands the difference between a regular, Yankee-type
slut and a good ole' Texas slut heifer, who knows who her
is and stays within his fence line."
Mac threw his arm around me.
"She-it! Let's grab a cold one and talk some more."
My cock popped out of Sheila's mouth as we walked away with
my erection pointing us toward the beer. I heard Sheila clomping
after us, and Ida and Yvonne tagging along behind her. Mac and I
were popping some Lone Star Beer when Sheila joined us.
She looked up at me, whispering, "Please, Wil. Take me back."
I pointed to the ground. She dropped but Yvonne was already on
her knees with my cock in her hand. Sheila pushed her aside and
started again.
"You know why we brand these heifers, Wil?" Mac asked.
Sheila stopped moving. I knew she was listening intently.
"No. Why?"
"Nobody pays attention to those damn wedding rings the women
like to show off. Hell, some cowboys think a wedding ring is a
'fuck me' sign. But a brand means any who tries to move
in on your heifer is rustling. In Texas, we hang rustlers. So, if
they grab your heifer and see a registered brand, they think twice
about breeding her."
"Interesting. Doesn't the branding the heifer?"
"Shee-it! It hurts like all bloody hell! It's good for 'em! Makes
'em remember who their is!"
I could feel Sheila shivering at my feet.
"And," Mac continued, "if a branded heifer's caught with another
cowboy without her owner's permission . . . phew. Shee-it! I hate
to tell you the punishment she gets! It makes me shiver just
thinking about it!"
It made Sheila shiver, too. And, Ida and Yvonne were still as
church mice, their eyes big and frightened.
We walked away again. By now, I wanted to real badly, but I
wasn't finished breaking Sheila. She scurried after us again. This
time, she knelt and me in without instruction. Mac
mouthed "fuck her face" as he handed me the quirt he always
carried.
I put both hands on Sheila's head and started fucking her face,
jamming my cock against the back of her throat. When she
gasped, her eyes watering, she brought her hands up to control the
motion. I brought the quirt down hard on her back. She squealed
around my cock and dropped her hands to her side. I jammed
again and again. Then she swallowed as I jammed. For the first
time, she was deep throating me.
"Maybe this heifer's trainable after all," I said.
I fired a huge load in Sheila's mouth, then pulled out to let some
hit her face and hair. I wiped it all over her face. She looked up at
me as if I were a god.
"Wear it!"
"I know to wear your on my face, Wil. See! I'm trainable.
And Wil . . . I really want you to train me! You, Wil! No one
else!"
She started to stand but I put my hand on her head. She wrapped
her arms around my leg, leaning against me and staying at my
feet.
"Another beer?" Mac asked.
"No. Let's finish our cattle trade. I'll agree on one condition. I
want both my heifers branded."
"Wil, you understand once you brand a heifer you can't get rid of
her except under real queer circumstances."
"I know. I can handle two heifers."
"Cowboy, I never doubted that for a minute," he said with a smile.
"Stand up, Sheila," I ordered. "Do you understand what I just
said? You'll be a branded heifer and I'll have two of you."
She nodded but that lower lip quivered again.
"I expect you to behave like a branded heifer and not some slutty
wife. The next time you tell me you belong to someone else will
be the last time. Understand?"
"Do you still love me as much as you ever did?" she asked, her
face sad, her and swollen eyes burning into mine.
"More, Sheila. I love you more than I did. I want to spend the rest
of my life with you. But you wanted a cowboy. I'll be your
cowboy and you'll be my branded heifer."
She put her arms around me and buried her head in my chest.
"Okay. Brand me. And brand Ida, too. I want my to be
happy."
In the movies, branding's done by roping the cow, tying them up
and holding them in place. On the ranch, technology has made
advancements like everyplace else. A branding chute is used,
which is essentially a cage with four moveable walls and ports
front and back. The heifer is led in the cage, the walls moved to
hold the heifer totally still with the head out one end and butt
available through the other end.
Mac had a branding cage made for the human heifers he branded.
Sheila had tears in her eyes when she crawled in it. The front of
the cage fit around her head holding in place. Her arms were
pulled through the front and secured. A box in the cage supported
her torso and was flush against the front of her thighs. The top and
sides moved in to secure her. The back shoved her legs tight
against the box. Her ass hung out invitingly.
I wanted to fuck her rear end as it hung out there but I controlled
myself, playing with her and ass just to tease her.
I was proudly showing off my new, registered brand when Mac
took the iron and placed it in the coals, getting it glowing hot.
Sheila started to struggle as a gagged her but her struggles
were in vain. I asked Mac to do the actual branding since I had
never done it.
The "WW" brand was put on her ass where a full bottomed bikini
would cover it but a French bottomed or thong bikini would show
it. Sheila's scream was loud and clear even with the gag. She
passed out. Ida was branded next. After the brand cooled and
they had regained consciousness, I took my two branded heifers
home.
At first, Sheila resisted some at her new role as one of two heifers
in my herd, but she learned, with my help, to accept the fact. I
knew she had accepted the idea completely when she took me
aside to tell me Ida was feeling neglected and I needed to spend a
little more time with her.
"Can I have my rings back?" Sheila asked one day.
I saw Ida watching me intently. Cowboys need to treat their
heifers fairly. I ignored the question but went to the jewelry store
and bought what I needed. Ida and Sheila had just finished the
dishes when I called them in. They both knelt at my feet.
"Little heifers, I want both of you to have these diamond rings."
I put Sheila's engagement ring back on her hand. Then, I put an
identical one on Ida's hand. Ida was ecstatic. I was surprised
Sheila did not object to Ida having one, but, she seemed truly glad
to have hers and to share with Ida.
"Now, I want each of you to have a wedding ring."
They both smiled and hugged me.
"But I want you to wear it on your pussy."
I led them to the bedroom. First one, then the other, I punctured
their vestibule and slipped a tiny ring through the hole. I hung a
wedding ring from the attachment ring.
A year later, Mac and I were very close. We were fucking and
drinking buddies. I had several great promotions and my career
was flying.
One day, I came home to find Sheila and Ida sixty-nining on the
floor of the living room. That wasn't unusual. They had become
good friends and lovers. I undressed and got on the floor with
them.
"What's new?" I asked, stroking my cock as they both rested after
their orgasms.
Sheila jumped over, jamming my cock down her throat, her eyes
happily smiling up at me. Ida kissed and played with me as Sheila
deep throated contentedly. After I came in Sheila's mouth and she
swallowed, the two heifers gave each other a knowing look.
"What's the biggest possible surprise we could give you?" Ida
asked.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"We're both pregnant!" They began to giggle and laugh like
school girls.
I smiled at them, wondering if I was the father, if Mac was or if
we had spilt them. I'd know in nine months.
As I stroked the Twin Doubleyous on Sheila's ass and felt Ida's
gentle caress of my balls, that melody ran through my head and
these words just popped out with it.
"I'm back in the saddle again.
Out where a is a man.
Why have only one wife,
When two heifers make a happy life.
Back in the saddle again."
Yahhhooooo!! Ride 'em, cowboy!!
The End
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