by JJ Joella
The cowboys flinched, but within seconds all three of them were stroking their long handsome rods as though the girl was still pointing the gun at them... which she was.
But now, Candy set the gun down beside her and slid off her tight jeans with surprising ease. Then she stripped off her pink cotton panties and spread her legs for the hungry cowboys as her pussy began to ooze.
“Um, Mama!” Buck moaned.
Andy was jerking off way too hard to say a word.
Candy slid a finger down over her clit and began to massage it as her hips began to shudder and quake. Her pussy acted like an awakening volcano, burbling and bubbling, and giving off every kind of warning that she was about to explode.
“Yee haw,” cried Tracy and he jerked off as eagerly as the other cowboys whose eyes were wide, their knees bent, their mouths hanging open. They ran their hands up and down their pile driver cocks with incredible speed. Candy was sure that they were fully occupied before she cupped one hand over her breast and began squeezing one of her nipples while she let the fingers of her other hand start dipping deep into her pussy.
“Oh, God!” Candy moaned as she closed her eyes and stuffed two, then three fingers into her cunt and began pumping them in and out wildly.
“Yessss,” sighed Buck, and Candy opened her eyes to see that the men had moved, and were now standing directly in front of her...
But they still kept on jacking off.
“Squirt for us,” Andy pleaded, and Candy did. She suddenly stuffed four fingers into her snatch, jerked them out quickly, and a hot stream of girl jizz followed. It arched up into the air and then came down and hit poor Andy right in those carefully inspected balls.
The kid’s reaction was immediate. He launched a shot of creamy cum right back at Candy, and she answered with another squirt that sprayed all over Buck. The old guy proved that he was still virile enough, as he sent his own blast of jizz her way.
Then Tracy staggered forward. He raised his big black rod right above Candy’s pussy, stroked it a few more times, and spurted out a ribbon of yellow spunk that spilled right onto the girl’s cunt. So, she blasted another load right back at him, and then another, then three more, and then she slid her hand up under her cropped T-shirt and began squeezing first one of her tits then the other. She blasted yet another load and the men, with her creamy jizz all over them, seemed to be completely exhausted and unable to keep up with her.
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Hours later, Candy was way ahead of the three experienced cowboys in a wild horse race back to the barn.
“Damn!” Candy thought as she looked over her shoulder at the three riders behind her. “They’re gaining on me.” But that just made everything more exciting. And so she gave the mare her head and pulled away from the others.
“Wait up, girl,” Tracy called. But, of course, Candy just charged on until she reached the barn and pulled up before the massive door. She was out of breath but exhilarated. She’d won.
Candy dismounted and stood holding the mare’s reins, whispering to the animal, patting her neck and giving the horse her most beautiful smile. “Good girl, good girl,” she whispered.
“You sure can ride, Miss,” said Tracy as he rode up next to her, reined in his horse, and dismounted. Candy couldn’t help but admire the foreman’s powerful form, the way his jeans hung loosely from his slender hips, the muscles that rose into broad, beautiful shoulders, his ebony skin, the stubble of a beard that hid what was clearly a rugged, cleft chin.
“Thanks for a beautiful afternoon,” Candy said.
“Don’t mention it. Glad to help entertain you.”
“Yes,” Candy answered as she blushed. “It was all very entertaining... especially the circle jerk.”
Now it was Tracy who seemed embarrassed. He looked down, shook his head, and grinned. He’d met an awful lot of women over the years at the Sassieasse Dude Ranch, a place dedicated to open sexuality, but Candy was certainly the most open.
“Walk the mare once or twice around the born before we put her up, okay?” Tracy asked.
“Sure,” said Candy, and she clicked her tongue a few times to get the mare’s attention, and then she started leading her horse along the track that circled the barn.
Candy caught the gleam in Tracy’s eye as she urged the horse forward. He was checking out her curvy backside, and she knew it. Well, her jeans really did look like they were painted on. But that was good. Her shape was perfect, her hips and thighs well proportioned. Tracy had seen her gushing pussy and still couldn’t help but admire her when she was fully dressed, and she liked that. In fact, she put a little extra wiggle in her walk just to entertain him some more. Unfortunately, Candy could not know that way down deep Tracy was really looking forward to the grizzly business that was about to begin.
Candy had now circled back to the far end of the barn. There was a hidden door back there, an entry into a large secret room at the other end of the building. As they passed in front of it, Tracy suddenly dropped his horse’s reins, pushed his shoulder into the door forcing it open, and then he grabbed Candy and, before she even knew what was happening, he swept her off her feet and into the darkness.
It was pitch black inside. Candy had no idea what was in there. She had trusted these men, and yet her instinct was to fight... to get away from the cowboy no matter how handsome and friendly he seemed to be. Tracy was much too big for her, though. And, within a few moments, the other cowboys were beside him, wrestling Candy to the ground, stripping her almost naked, tying her hands together above her head, then hoisting her up on some kind of pulley, so that she hung almost completely suspended in the middle of the room. Her cowboy boots could barely touch the floor.
“Hey, what the hell!” Candy screamed as the Cowboys pulled her legs apart and cuffed them to the floor. “What are you guys doing to me?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, Miss,” Tracy said from behind her. “I’m afraid you’re not going to like it much, though. Sorry.” Then, he kissed her roughly on the cheek, smashed something hard against Candy’s pretty head, and her world went black.
CHAPTER FIVE
CAPTURED
Was any of that real, or just a bad dream? Candy asked herself. Her head throbbed, and she felt a terrible chill before she even opened her eyes.
“Wake up, Mrs. Diddle,” said a sultry but very impatient voice. “We’ve got a lot ta do... you n’ me.”
Candy’s arms and shoulders hurt like hell. It was almost as though her wrists were pulled up above her head and she was hanging by them.
Her eyes popped open. Her arms were, in fact, pulled up above her head and she was stark naked except for her panties, and her cowboy boots. Her feet were chained to the floor... pulled very far apart. Her mouth felt so dry.
Candy looked around the room. An ugly, brown, shag carpet covered the entire floor. The walls were paneled in knotty pine. Racks of shelves flanked one side. They were full of video tapes, cameras, lighting equipment, as well as all manner of cowboy’s tools: cattle prods, branding irons, wire clippers, bolt cutters. Candy gasped as she realized that the tools were more than just things needed around the ranch. They could also be used as instruments of torture.
The young wife and mother felt perspiration begin to form on her chilly shoulders. Then she noticed a series of drawers built in under the shelving. One of them was pulled half way out. Neatly arranged on the felt covering of the drawer were devices for sexual stimulation: long dildos of various curves and thicknesses, butt plugs, nipple clamps, ben-wa-balls. Another partly opened drawer held instruments of sexual domination: handcuffs, ankle cuffs, leather collars, chains, whips, paddles, riding crops.
“Where am I?” Candy called out.
“A very unique part of the dude ranch, darlin’,” said that seductively evil female voice. And then, from far across a room, a tall woman moved slowly toward Candy. She was lanky, brunette, with large beautiful breasts, of course, curvy hips, cowgirl boots, a fringed leather vest that occ
asionally covered her thick nipples but just as often pushed open to show the woman’s full luscious breasts. A tiny jeans skirt barely hid her naked pussy.
“Hi, sweetums,” said the cowgirl.
Candy’s eyes grew wide with fear.
“What’s happening to me?”
“You’re gonna pay for all the trouble you caused, Mrs. Diddle.”
“You... you know me?”
“Everyone knows Candy Diddle... the squirt queen. You’re the one responsible for all that commotion back at the university.”
“I didn’t mean to cause any problems,” Candy sighed.”
“It doesn’t matter,” the brunette hissed as she moved very close to the girl.
“Who are you?” asked Candy.
“Name’s Jilly McKenzie, but the cowboys around here just call me Jugs. You can see why, can’t you?”
The cowgirl took a deep breath, and her breasts pushed her vest open so that Candy could take in the full view of those magnificent nipples.
Candy sighed. “Well, yes, Miss McKenzie....”
“Call me Jugs,”
“Yes Jugs, your breasts are gorgeous.”
“Would you like to suck them?”
“I just want to get out of here.”
Jugs stepped forward and pushed her nipples right up against Candy’s. The touch was tingling.
Candy sighed.
“Unfortunately, you won’t be getting out of her for quite a while, Candy,” said the cowgirl. “Not until you’ve paid the price.”
Jugs reached forward and took Candy’s left nipple and pulled on it hard, giving Candy an incredible mix of pleasure and pain.
“Oh please,” the girl sobbed, but then Jugs pulled out a knife and placed the blade right below Candy’s breast, ready to jerk it up quickly and slice her nipple right off.
Jugs gritted her teeth, and Candy could see the anger in her eyes.
“I just might cut your tits off, honey.” She growled.
“Please, no.”
“Well, maybe not. Let’s have a little fun and see what happens next, shall we?”
Candy stared at the woman; she looked like one of the girls on the covers of those Western novels that Danny often read: bright eyes, long lashes, high cheekbones, a strong jaw, but a cruel curl to her thick red lips.
Jugs reached around Candy’s neck and pulled the girl to her. She planted a long sensuous kiss on the girl’s mouth.
Candy gulped down the sexual rush that seemed to mix so easily with the terror she was feeling.
“Don’t cut me, please, Jugs.”
In response, the woman took the knife and made a quick slice across Candy’s cheek.
“Ouch... that hurt,” Candy whimpered as she felt warm blood dripping from the cut. It trickled down her neck and onto her chest.
“That’s just the beginning,” cooed Jugs as she leaned forward and licked the blood first from Candy’s cheek, then from her neck, and finally from her breasts.
“Tomorrow I’m going to get really rough with you. But tonight, as I said, let’s just have a little fun.”
Jugs walked slowly over to the drawer with the sexual paraphernalia and lifted a giant, pink, plastic, strap-on dildo up in front of Candy.
“How bout this one, babe?” she asked.
Candy bit her lip. Her eyes darted quickly to the side and then she stared into the eyes of the cowgirl. She nodded, smiled slightly, and then began to sob in embarrassment.
“Mmmmm, you’re a bigger nympho than I thought,” said Jugs. “And just where would you like it, girly?”
Tears were streaming down Candy’s face as she shrugged, and then somehow a nervous giggle erupted through her tears.
“In your pussy?” Jugs asked with a sexy leer.
Candy continued to sob as she shook her head.
“No?” asked the cowgirl. “You want it up your ass?”
The trace of a decadent smile flitted across Candy’s lips. She nodded eagerly and then started sobbing again.
“Well, I’ll be,” said the cowgirl shaking her head in disbelief.
Candy watched as Jugs carefully slid out of her skirt. Then she strapped on the dildo, adjusted it and then began to play with it, slapping it, shaking it, and stroking it. “Yee-haw,” Jugs whooped as she twirled her hips and wiggled the big pink dong around in front of her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Candy caught sight of another person in the room. He seemed to be stark naked... a big guy with a hard-on bigger than any of the artificial cocks in the drawer. Now he moved toward her. He was holding a movie camera and filming Jugs and her sexy cock-dance as he came.
It was...
“Andy Poplar,” Candy called. “You son of a bitch!”
“Hey girl,” said the cowboy, “I’m just here to record events... for your many fans.”
“I don’t have any fans,” Candy said bitterly.
“You will after this,” said Andy and he panned over to the beautiful blond, shuffled toward her, reached down, and began toying with her pussy.
“Don’t you do that,” the girl snapped.
“Why? You like it, don’t you?” Andy asked.
“Not really,” Candy said through her tears. But then her pussy began to dribble out a warm, clear fluid, and then to gush, and Andy knew that she was lying.
Candy felt soft feminine hands reaching down from behind her, pulling her ass cheeks apart, pouring a warm lube over her back, and letting it dribble into the crack of her ass.
“Oh no,” Candy whimpered. And then, “Oh yes,” she sighed, as the delicate fingers of Jugs Mackenzie began caressing her anus.
Andy continued to finger Candy’s twat while Jugs massaged her asshole. And then slowly he pulled back and lifted the camera to focus on Candy’s face as her expression changed from horror to pleasure to ecstasy.
“Mmmmm,” Candy sighed as she felt the tip of Jugs’ strap-on touch the very center of her anus and then...
“OH MY GOD!” Candy screamed as Jugs drove the big, pink, plastic dick deep into her asshole.
“OH YES! OH GOD! OH YES!”
Jugs Mackenzie’s hands were on Candy’s hips, holding on for balance and leverage so that she could pull herself forward and ass fuck the girl.
“Don’t you just love it?” Andy asked as he zoomed in for a close-up of the beautiful blond squirt queen.
“Oh yes, oh yes, I do,” Candy moaned as Jugs drove the plastic cock harder and harder into her.
Suddenly, Tracy Westwood was there, wearing nothing but cowboy boots and a big grin.
“Oh, Tracy, save me,” begged Candy.
“Don’t think so, Ma’am,” said the cowboy. “But I will double fuck ya. You know, Jugs here just keeps slipping it up your ass while I fuck that sweet little pussy a yours all day long. Would you like that, sweetie?”
“Uh... no?” Candy answered.
“Unfortunately, I’m afraid you don’t have much choice,” said the African American cowboy, and now he angled his dangle right up in front of Candy’s pussy.
“Be sure and get a nice tight shot of me slippin it inta her, okay, cowboy?”
“Oh yeah,” said Andy as he knelt and brought the long lens of the camera close to Candy’s pretty blond bush. Tracy bent his knees so that he was at just the right angle, and then he pushed his massive black dick right up into Candy’s juicy twat.
Candy’s eyes popped. She smiled in surprise.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she said. “That feels so damn goooood!” And now as she stood with her legs spread apart, and her arms still chained above her, Candy began to pump her hips back and forth to accommodate the wicked action of Jugs’ ass fucking and Tracy’s pussy plowing.
“Oh yeah, come on cowboy,” Candy called as her hungry pussy began to juice like Niagara Falls.
Jugs moved her hands up from the Candy’s hips to the girl’s tits and started squeezing them passionately as she continued to drive the dildo hard up Candy’s ass.
“Oh, I l
ike this,” cried Jugs.
“So do I. I really do,” called Candy enthusiastically. “Only, please just unchain me so we can really go at it.”
“Fraid not,” said Tracy as he stepped back and blasted a load of jizz all over Candy’s pussy.
“Oh no,” sobbed Candy.
“Ah’d love to have you on yer hands and knees so you could suck me off,” said Tracy, “But that’s for another day. In the meantime, hand me the camera, Andy. I’ll film the pretty lady here, while you put that big thing of yours to good use.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” the kid said as he quickly passed the camera over to his partner and then, timing his thrusts so that they would be in perfect synchronicity with Jugs’ ongoing anal fuck, he drove his massive hard-on into Candy’s gushing cunt.
“AAAAHHHHH!” screamed Candy as she felt herself being double fucked once again. Meanwhile, Tracy Westwood was grabbing Candy’s tits with one hand while he operated the huge camera with the other. Jugs kept ass-fucking the girl; Andy kept plowing his rod deep into her pussy, while Tracy backed off and ranged around the room grabbing exciting shots of the three-way.
Candy just closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the moment. She wondered how long she could stand to hang there. Would they ever let her down? Did they intend to keep her there, kill her? And yes (oh by the way), where was Buck Cassidy, the older guy, the gentleman, the one man who seemed to want to protect her? Was he going to show up and strip down and fuck her too?
Candy had no idea how she felt about that, or where she would put the old guy’s hunkin’ dick if it came to four on one.
So Candy just closed her eyes and began to revel in the sex. And of course, she continued to squirt.
CHAPTER SIX
NURSE SUCKIESUCKIE RETURNS
“Oh, Mr. Diddle,” called the sweet, sing-songy Asian voice of 22-year-old Nurse Yuki Suckiesuckie, “is time for you medication.”