by B J Wane
Amy was so lost in her thoughts, that she didn’t hear the naked couple until she saw them. Standing in the stream, they hadn’t heard her coming either, not that they seemed to care if they had an audience or not. The woman was on her elbows and knees in the grass, her ass lifted high as the man behind her plunged repeatedly into her grasping pussy. Amy couldn’t take her eyes off the erotic site and immediately felt her own pussy swell with need, especially when she noticed how red the woman’s buttocks were and the thick, leather belt that lay negligently on the ground next to the couple. Their sweat slick bodies slapped together as the man held onto her hips tightly, his thumbs spreading her cheeks, exposing her asshole.
Silently moving behind some trees, Amy continued watching the couple fuck, surprised at how much it turned her on. Living on the streets of New York, she had seen just about everything and had quickly become immune to the sights of people in various acts of sex. Why watching this particular couple excited her so much she didn’t know. Maybe it was because it was just such an unexpected sight out here in the open countryside where cattle and ranch hands could be seen and in turn could see everything within miles. It didn’t seem to bother the couple that the ranch hands could easily see their thrusting, naked bodies or that anyone on the ranch could come upon them at any minute.
When the man’s hand landed sharply on his partner’s right cheek, eliciting a cry from her, Amy’s hand cupped her denim covered pussy in longing. Damn RJ for awakening her to the pleasures to be found from feeling a man’s hard hand spanking her, arousing her to a feverish pitch, of the pleasure she could find with having him plow her depths like this man was doing to his willing, eager partner. She had a good side view of the couple and got a good look at his come soaked cock as he pulled back before ramming back into her again and again, his cock gleaming wetter and wetter with each hard stroke and each hard slap.
“Harder, Rick. Oh, God, give it to me harder,” the woman pleaded, her voice sobbing with need.
The man reached down and grabbed his belt, giving her a hard swat on her buttock and thigh without breaking stride. “You, want hard, baby, I’ll give you hard.”
Their heavy breathing escalated as he dropped the belt, grabbed her hips again and proceeded to fuck her vigorously, his strokes short and hard as he slammed roughly against her hips. The man had a nice ass, Amy thought as she watched it flex repeatedly, his balls large and swinging as he rocked back and forth. When he slipped his thumb into her anus, her cry of release echoed in the clearing following by his shout.
Their shouts of pleasure shook Amy out of her trance and she quickly slipped her shoes back on and quietly slipped back the way she had come, hurriedly finding the path that led back out of the woods.
Chapter Eight
RJ gave instructions for the boys to finish moving the cattle to the east pasture while he watched Amy slip back down the stream and into the woods. He smiled to himself as he imagined her thoughts while she watched Rick and Maddy go at it. One of three couples that lived in their own place on the ranch, Rick and Maddy enjoyed the open lifestyle they all indulged in and wouldn’t have minded at all knowing Amy watched them. He wondered what Amy would think if she knew that some of the couples often invited one of the young hands to join them.
Turning his favorite steed, Domino, back to the house, he was anxious to see what Amy would do now. He rode into the stable just as she dashed into the house. He took a moment to water then tether Domino before letting himself quietly inside. There was no sign of her in the kitchen or den, so he removed his boots and moved quietly down the hall. She didn’t even notice him as he peeked in her door. The fact that it was unlocked and she was already lying on her back on the bed with her hand between her spread legs told him how much watching Rick and Maddy had affected her. She hadn’t even bothered to remove her clothing, she’d simply shoved her jeans to her knees and her tee shirt to her neck.
RJ’s cock threatened to burst his zipper as he took in the sight and he could no more prevent himself from joining her than he could will his dick not to respond. Shoving the door open, he strode over to her, his hands loosening his jeans as he went. Amy’s eyes widened in surprise, her already flushed cheeks getting redder as his gaze zeroed in on the fingers she had buried in her pussy.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. For God’s sake, don’t stop. I think it’ll kill me if you do.” RJ shucked his jeans before joining her on the bed.
When his hands went to her knees and started shoving her jeans down her bent legs further, Amy finally overcame her surprise enough to stutter inanely, “I’m not fucking you, RJ.”
“Of course not, Amy. You’re going to fuck yourself while I watch and take care of myself. Rick and Maddy’s little display really turned you on, didn’t it?”
Amy was mortified to learn he had been watching her watching the other couple, but even that embarrassment wasn’t enough to dampen the lust her voyeurism had wrought on her senses. When RJ stripped her jeans from her legs then took his large hands and spread her bent knees as wide as they would go, she whimpered in renewed need. His green eyes were riveted on her exposed sex, his cock hard, the round purple head seeping as he gazed at her with open carnality.
He lifted those lust filled eyes to hers and demanded, “Didn’t it?”
“Yes, I admit it, okay? Are you happy now?”
“Gettin’ there, sweetheart, gettin’ there. Show me your fingers. Show me how wet you are.”
Amy couldn’t resist the deep urgency of his voice or her own desire. She’d needed to come ever since first spying the couple by the stream and that need had only increased since RJ had joined her. Pulling her fingers from her sopping cunt, she started when he grasped her wrist and then melted when he brought her wet digits to his mouth.
“Mmm, an afternoon snack.”
Amy’s free hand went to her right breast, her fingers toying with her rigid nipple while he sucked on her fingers, cleaning her juices from them thoroughly. She had no idea what had gotten into her when she pulled out of his mouth, shoved them back into her pussy and swirled them inside her damp sheath, making sure they were liberally coated with more of her juices before pulling slowly back and raising her hand to his mouth again. “More,” she demanded breathlessly.
RJ smiled, grabbed her wrist and sucked her fingers clean again, his eyes never leaving her face. She was such an enigma, his sexy little cook. One minute demanding she wasn’t going to fuck him, the next demanding that he suck her come from her fingers. She had depths to her he intended to plummet, secrets he intended to unearth and passions he intended to set free and indulge in. She would fight, of that he was sure, just as he was sure it was a battle he would win.
After thoroughly licking her fingers clean again, he made a demand of his own. “Make yourself come, Amy. Show me how you pleasure yourself and I’ll show you how much watching you turns me on.”
Amy’s eyes drifted down to his cock, all that male hardness making her mouth water. What was it about his cock that she loved so much, she wondered? It was larger, thicker than any other she had seen or had, but it was more than his size that had her craving to see him spill his seed for her, because of her. As she moved her hand back to her empty, needy cunt, she rationalized her giving in to him by telling herself they weren’t having sex. Just because they were going to masturbate in front of each other, didn’t mean she was going to be inviting him into her bed on a regular basis.
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped as she sunk two fingers into the warm, wet depths of her pussy again, her hips automatically lifting in acceptance. When her thumb rasped her clit, she shuddered in pleasure, her fingers tightening on her nipple, adding even more pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart, show me what you like. You’ve got the prettiest pussy, Amy. I love that little strip of hair, and your bare, swollen folds. Spread yourself for me, baby. Let me see you.” Sweat dripped down his forehead as he watched transfixed as she did as he instructed, pulling he
r fingers back and then using her thumbs to spread her puffy lips open, revealing the pink, moist walls of her pussy to his gaze. His hands tightened on her knees as he widened them even further, lifting her hips off the bed, exposing her tight puckered anus also.
“That’s such a pretty sight, both your orifices open, displayed for me. Remember when I fingered your tight, little back hole, Amy? I do. I also remember how your pussy gushed all over my cock and how your ass tightened around my finger.”
Amy whimpered in arousal and need as he displayed her so lewdly, his eyes glued to her gaping pussy and exposed asshole. Her breathing grew labored as she felt her juices seeping out of her cunt only to run down her crack. “RJ,” she pleaded.
“Shh, let me look at you. You’re clit is all red and swollen. Poor little thing needs some attention. Tell me something, Amy. Did you get to see Rick use his belt on his lovely wife’s ass?”
Amy shook her head no, but just the picture in her mind of that man wielding his belt on his wife’s buttocks caused a gush of fresh moisture to seep from her exposed cunt. “Damn you, RJ,” she cursed him as her body shook with longing. She loosened her thumbs and proceeded to finger fuck herself with quick, precise movements, unable to deny herself further.
“Both holes, Amy,” RJ instructed. “Let me see you finger your ass, like I did, pleasure yourself fully, like I got to.”
Amy could no more deny him than she could deny herself that pleasure, especially since he was the one who had awakened her to the pleasure of anal stimulation. Dipping her middle finger into her pussy, she once again liberally coated it with her juices before sliding it down to her anus. She moaned as it slid easily into her tight back hole and RJ’s gaze grew even more heated. When she buried the fingers of her other hand in her pussy, she lost herself to the self pleasure, her fingers and body moving of their own accord in a fast gyrating rhythm.
RJ thought the sight of Amy finger fucking her ass and pussy was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, her body jerking with each thrust, her breathing ragged and labored as she brought herself to climax. When her thumb ground against her exposed clit, she screamed and shook as her cream seeped out around her pumping hand and ran enticingly down her crack to dampen her other hand. The sight of her finger buried in her rectum, pumping that tight little orifice so vigorously, made him long to do the same with his cock. When her fingers finally slowed their assault and she languidly used both hands to caress her soft folds with light strokes, he released her knees and grabbed his cock.
Amy bit her lip as he spread his seeping juices around the head of his cock, before fisting himself again. Her eyes glued to his cock, she watched as he squeezed his shaft tightly, his hand pumping slowly up and down, stopping to cup his balls, before moving back up to the bulbous head and its weeping slit.
The sight of her fingers moving languorously over her damp folds, unconsciously caressing them softly while unabashedly watching him jerk off was simply too much. “Move your hand,” he demanded in a low, guttural voice as he rose up on his knees and leaned towards her with his cock held tightly in his fist. Pumping vigorously, he groaned loudly as he shot his wad onto her plump lips and soft belly before liberally coating her breasts with his semen.
Amy lay in sated relaxation, her body covered in his semen, her pussy and anus still pulsing with small tremors of pleasure. Her mind was still trying to make sense of this whole encounter, trying to justify her reason for her easy capitulation to his demands, when RJ rose from the bed, slipped his jeans back on and strode to the door.
Turning back to her, he smiled at her shocked look. He had decided that keeping her off guard was the key to getting her back into his bed. “The next time I hear you say fuck, you’ll be the one to feel a belt on your ass, sweetheart. See you at dinner.”
Amy squealed in outrage, jumped up and threw her pillow at the door. How dare he put her through such an intense sexual experience and then do nothing but lecture her on her language and walk out! Grabbing her clothes, she stalked into the shower, stripped off her shirt and stood under the hot spray, trying to figure out who she was angrier at, him for being such a cad or herself for repeatedly giving in to him. Scrubbing every trace of their encounter from her body, she vowed not to let her body dictate her actions anymore. She had managed to survive several years as a homeless runaway, supporting herself with her body when needed, and putting aside her own personal physical needs was easy. In truth, it had never been a problem until she had pulled up to that bar and spotted a tall cowboy with a hard body and a tempting smile. With hands and a cock that had awakened her to the intense pleasures to be found with a man, RJ had turned her albeit staid, but safe existence into a roiling turmoil of conflicting emotions.
Amy spent what was left of the afternoon cleaning RJ’s house and battling those conflicting emotions he had awakened. Her need for his brand of lovemaking, the desire to feel his hard body taking hers and bringing her to heights of ecstasy she had never imagined warred with her need to stay aloof from any physical entanglements. Ever since fleeing New York and the sight of Jedidiah’s dead body, she had feared being caught and sent to jail for murder. Even though his death was an act of self defense, she had no proof of his abuse of her the two months he had literally kept her a prisoner, presumably to save her from her immoral and destructive ways. Her record as a juvenile runaway, complete with a few prostitution and shoplifting charges when she hadn’t been smart enough to keep from getting caught, and her employment as a stripper all would have led to a guilty verdict despite the fact that she was innocent, at least of outright murder. Her fear of prison had kept her on the run and as far away from New York as possible.
She had few regrets in life, she thought now as she gazed out the kitchen window at the activities of the busy ranch. Fleeing an abusive foster parent at sixteen before he did more than try to grope her and the two other girls living in his home was a matter of necessity. She had managed to land work in a small diner, and it was only the times when her pay and tips weren’t enough to cover the motel room she rented by the week that she had resorted to sex with a stranger. While she had derived no pleasure from those encounters, she had been lucky that she hadn’t had any men take advantage of her either. Most were lonely, older men, looking to find their youth and a little companionship on a long, cold night. She had survived and that was the important thing.
Her work at the small diner led her to finally seek a way to earn a better living by enrolling in cooking school. The time and expense involved with attending school had forced her to find a better paying job with less hours. She had actually been surprised when a friend and fellow runaway had told her how much she could make if she could get on at one of the classier strip clubs downtown. Being petite, Amy thought she didn’t have a chance of being hired, but had been surprised again when she got hired right away and even more pleased at how much she made in tips working just a few nights a week. After giving a private performance for the owner, she had found she had actually enjoyed baring herself for an appreciative audience. The owner and her boss proved to be very protective of his employees and Amy never had to worry about being groped or expected to carry the entertainment past stripping.
It was only when she discovered a few years later that Jedidiah had seen her stripping and became obsessed with ‘saving’ her that she realized she had not been as safe from predators in that job as she had thought. After all she had gone through to keep safe and independent, it had been the charming, innocent looking man who had caught her unawares and ruined everything she had worked so hard to achieve.
Although charming wasn’t an adjective she would use to describe JR, Amy thought ruefully as she started mashing the twenty pounds of cooked potatoes, he was yet another man threatening her hard earned freedom. If she was sure he would be content not to pry into her past, she would gladly give in to his demands and return to his bed. But, until she was more sure of herself around him, she dare not take the chance.
Amy hear
d the hands entering the dining hall and quickly started filling bowls and platters with roast beef, potatoes and green beans. She hadn’t had time to bake a dessert, so she piled the left over cookies onto a plate and hoped they would suffice for dessert.
“Can I help?”
Startled at hearing a woman’s voice, Amy spun around and saw the woman she had been spying on earlier. Praying her guilt and surprise didn’t show on her face, she returned her smile. “Thank you. You can grab a dish, if you don’t mind. I’m Amy.”
“I know. RJ told Rick and I all about you. I’m Maddy.” Maddy’s blue eyes twinkled knowingly as she picked up a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes. “Don’t worry about it, Amy. You’ll get used to the goings on around here. Trust me, Rick and I don’t mind in the least that you saw us.”
“RJ told you?” she gasped indignantly.
“I told you, sweetheart, they wouldn’t mind,” RJ said from behind her.
“You didn’t have to tell them,” she snapped at him before turning back to Maddy. “I promise it won’t happen again, Maddy.”
“Oh, that would be a shame. Rick and I so love an audience.”
Amy turned and glared again at RJ when Maddy took her dish into the dining room. “You have weird employees.”
RJ laughed, grabbed her face and kissed her hard. “Does that include you?”