My beloved wife, Sheila, was two years younger than me. We started dating when she was only sixteen. I remained her only man. Our sex life was not bad, but only. If I insisted, she sucked dick, and once I fucked her in the ass, which she did not like very much. I tried to stir it up, but without success. At home, I remained faithful to her, but when I left the city on business, I always rented a prostitute.
A month and a half after I started work, Ralph, my boss, said that Mack (that’s how everyone called Mr. McDuff) is going to have barbecue and dancing on his ranch. They invited me and Sheila.
On Saturday, Ralph and his wife, Mary Lou, and Sheila and I went shopping for cowboy clothes. We bought boots, plaid shirts, stetson hats, belt buckles - in short, the whole set. Sheila refused jeans in favor of a blouse and skirts in a cowboy style.
While we were shopping, Sheila's dilated pupils betrayed her excitement. I remembered the only sexual fantasy that she admitted: she dreamed that cowboys gave her a sex marathon - and I thought about a party. It was rumored that McDuff is a terrible womanizer. That women fall in piles into his bed, and their husbands climb the career ladder faster and earn more. Unless, of course, not stupid.
It was rumored that one husband saw MacDuff use his beautiful wife, and pounced on him. McDuff beat the cuckold, tied him to the fence, and the unfortunate had to watch Mack, the ranch workers and several company directors tear the newlywed into all holes. That fool lost his job - just like his wife, who stayed with McDuff.
On the appointed day, Sheila was drunk with anticipation. When she stood in front of the mirror to admire myself, I came up and kissed her.
- I see you all on edge.
- Oh, Will! I go to real cowboy dances with real cowboys! Just imagine! These cowboys!
“You haven't thought of fucking a real cowboy, are you?”
- What are you talking about? - She rolled her eyes, pretending not to understand.
- You are not going to change me today with a cowboy?
- Will ... I love you very much ...
- I love you too. So, pulls you to give today to another?
She looked down, embarrassed.
- This is just a fantasy. Nothing will happen. I am your faithful and devoted wife.
- Leave the care and catch the buzz, honey. Let everything go as it goes. Remember: I love you and I will love no matter what.
Misunderstanding flashed in her eyes. Then her eyes became hot, demanding.
- Despite everything?
- Despite everything.
- Ltd! You're just a miracle. A real man, a real husband. I love you, Will.
“The main thing, don't forget this,” I said sternly.
- I will not forget. And remember: I love you.
By three o'clock we were ready. Waiting for Ralph, Mary Sheila spun in front of the mirror. She seemed to come from the wet dreams of a teenager.
- Pretending to be a spinning top? - I innocently asked.
- I'm without panties. See if they see me spinning.
Ralph and Mary Lou arrived in high spirits. We got into their car and soon chatted with them like old friends.
“I heard McDuff likes to stare at married ladies,” I casually dropped. Ralph and Mary Lou looked at each other. Sheila fumbled in the seat.
Ralph laughed heartily.
- And then. - He turned to his wife. - Do not feed him with bread, just let the married woman scorch. Really, Mary?
Blushing like beets, Mary lowered herself, and when she looked up, a naked desire burned in them.
- You need to discuss something among themselves. What to do if ... - she stopped.
- If anything?
“If Mack wants to fuck Sheila.”
- We have already discussed this. Let everything go as it goes, ”said Sheila and, looking for confirmation in my eyes, looked at me. I squeezed her hand and winked.
“Have you heard of husbands who have become Macs across the road?” - asked Ralph.
- Yes. Empty rumors.
- All this is true. Believe me.
- Really? Asked Sheila.
- What Mack leads wives.
Sheila's face changed. So she looked when the head of my penis touched her sexual lips.
Ralph continued:
- It happened already three times. Mack fucked his wife in front of her husband and took her away. He left one of those he had taken with him. Her name is Sue Ann. Get to know her today. The other filed as a professional and now runs the largest brothel in the city. And the third Mac was given to one youngster as a prize for a good deal.
- We will see it, this third? Asked Sheila.
- Already. - Ralph looked at his wife. She blushed, but could not resist a lecherous smile. My cock sprang up.
I pulled Sheila to me and dug a kiss into her mouth. My hand slid over the spreading bare thighs. I stroked the wet folds and then found that my wife shaved pubis. Yes, it will be an interesting evening!
You ask, why is it that the husband allows his wife to go to the side? First, subconsciously, Sheila wanted to, and I knew that she would achieve her goal. I could either resist and lose, or relax and go with the flow. In addition, I wanted to unleash it. What is not a way? A nice plus will be that I can quickly make a career, and it will not be necessary to hide my trips to the side. In general, the deal is good.
By morning erotic stories, I realize how good.
In the field at the ranch stood more than fifty cars. Those who arrived came to the sounds of country music and the smell of barbecue. Wives struck up a conversation with another couple, and Ralph pulled me along to where a group of people listened to the big man.
“Mac, this is Will Warren,” Ralph introduced me.
- Healthy, Will. I have long wanted to meet you. - Mac gave a hand.
He radiated authority, and the handshake corresponded. Huge like a bull, all muscles, handsome, sparkles sparkle in cold gray eyes. Mack was like a Marlboro ad cowboy, but everything about him was real, real. Clever and ruthless, he earned his first billion dollars at fourteen years of age by dropping out of school.
I was glad that I had cut a path for him to my wife. Here it is, the last piece of the puzzle in her fantasies.
- Well, Will. Ralph says you're aware. I intend to fuck your wife. And maybe even some guys break off. Do not mind?
Rough and straight, as I expected.
- No, Mr. McDuff. Do not mind.
His eyes softened.
- You will go far, Will. See how I will go around her, or prefer to hear from her?
- I would have looked.
- Swept away. Now drink and have fun, guys. Oh yeah, Will, for friends, I'm Mac.
He turned away. We returned to the wives.
- Where have you been? Asked Sheila in a whisper.
- Talked to Mac.
She was silent, but her gaze was eloquent. I smacked her.
“I said I didn't mind if he fucked you.”
She all fluttered and swayed, as if she had finished with one thought about it.
About an hour we drank, ate and talked to people, as at a regular party. Cones of the company where I worked, important customers, and some ranch personnel, as well as people from other companies Mack and his friends walked here. Sheila drank three glasses of wine - an unusually large amount for her. Then Ralph called me aside.
- Mack is ready to do Sheila. In the meantime, he wants her a woman?
- It would be nice.
Heart pounded like a jackhammer.
“You can take Sue Ann, Molly, or Mary Lou.” I advise Sue Ann. Molly is drunk, and I will share Mary at any time, just ask.
- So, Sue Ann ....
- Now I will bring. Mind you, she loves powerful men.
Less than a minute, as Ralph returned with a charming blonde. The figure is like an hourglass, big boobs. Long, up to a waist hair are tied in a tail. Dimples on the cheeks. Snub nose and pouting.
- Hi, cowboy. - She giggled.
I rudely drew her to me and dug a kiss into her mouth. My hands crushed her ass. Sue pressed her head against me.
- Wow! And you fuck the same way you kiss? That will be fun!
I looked over Sue Ann’s shoulder. Sheila looked at me with a strange faint smile. My wife knew that her fun was about to begin. I called her and introduced the women.
“Mack fucks you, and I, Sue Ann,” I casually told my wife.
- Honey, we do not conclude ... that is, I did not know that you, too, will be with someone. But, Will ...
Sue Ann burst out laughing.
- Dear, no cowboy ... no real cowboy will not let his little chick fuck without compensation. I am one of the women of the Mac, and I will replace you for this time.
Mack was already standing nearby. Sheila looked up at him, and they began to wilt. She was numb, like a deer in the headlights. Sweat broke out on his forehead. Mack firmly pressed her to him, stuck to her mouth. His hand crawled under her skirt. There was something hypnotic about this sexy dance. For a minute or two, Mack kissed her and pawed between her legs. The crowd around them quieted down expectantly.
Sheila drunkenly swayed when Mac pulled away from her lips. He unbuttoned his blouse, freeing his beautiful breasts, and threw her aside. Sheila didn't take her eyes off him. She did not move, did not even blink. Having undressed her to the waist, he squeezed "lightning", and the skirt rustled down. On Sheila there are only cowboy boots. Mack crushed her breasts. She sobbed.
Prior to that, Sheila undressed naked only with me. Now two hundred people gazed at her charms, and she never thought to be embarrassed. Why, I have never seen such a shameless and eager slut in my life. Grease flowed along her hips. Brooks got to their knees.
Wearing a leather collar on her and attaching a leash to him, Mack led her away. Sheila followed him like a dick after a shepherd, sexually shaking her hips.
Clearly can not wait to mate.
Sue Ann pulled me along.
- Come on, cowboy.
- Where?
- In the barn.
The shed turned out to be a new metal building, brightly lit inside, with stalls, harnesses hanging on the walls, and all the other accessories of this ranch. And something clearly designed for women, not for livestock. Several stalls were occupied by horses. Two cowboys rolled a leather-covered bench on wheels into the center of the barn and fixed the wheels with a stopper. There were loops with threaded ropes on the bench.
My hand went under Sue Ann's skirt. She willingly spread her legs. I stroked her front, then her ass, and felt something strange at hand. Traced the contours of the finger. Sue smiled.
- This is a stigma.
- Not understood?
- Stamp. Just a stigma. A good cowboy always brands his chicks so that everyone knows whose they are.
I bulged my eyes.
- Mack brands all his women?
- The best. Who leaves with him. He does not brand those who plans to exchange or sell. And he does not brand one, the other cowboys, too.
She said quite casually: well, the usual thing, what's wrong with that? And I could not even think. No, Sheila will not let herself be branded - this is excruciatingly painful. I wanted to see the stamp of Sue Ann, and she, as if reading my thoughts, lifted the hem.
And here it is, the stigma: the letter "M", lying on its side. In the brain clicked. I work at Lazy M Enterprises. Lazy "M", lazy "M". His stigma.
I looked around. Mack led Sheila to the bench like a cow. But he never spoke to her, I realized. Here he puts her back on the bench.
Sheila gazed at the glass, only hot desire and submission on her face. Mack led her hands up and tied. In the same place primyal end of the leash. Raised her legs and tied over her head. Sheila's ass was up in the air, the upward and spread legs opened up access to the vagina, from which the juices flowed, flowing down the crevice between the buttocks.
Mack lowered jeans, threw a huge flaccid member. Looking back, smiled at some girl. She looked at her husband. He nodded. The girl ran to Mac, knelt down and took the dick in her mouth. I and everyone who stood around, watched as the member lengthened and swells.
I also allowed my wife to blink because I have a big dick - almost twenty two centimeters long, thick and beautiful. After seeing the other members, she will understand how lucky she is. So at least I thought.
That's just next to a member of my Mac looked pale. Why, there: even the stallions in the stalls could not boast of such dignity! I belatedly regretted my action.
Not only saw a member of Sheila. She had no idea what shaft she was being shoved. Yes, it is wet, but still, all the same ... It remained to hope that he would not tear it.
Mack stroked the nipple through his hair. Releasing a member of the stretched lips, she smiled and ran back to her husband. And then, finally, Mack attached the head to Sheila's sweet hole. I stepped, adjusting the angle, and, grasping my wife's hips, with one powerful push drove my dick over the balls.
Sheila screamed.
- Mom! ... Yes-ah-ah-ah-ah !!
Her back arched, legs trembling, like after an electric shock. I have never seen my wife finish so violently, but in the end, her desire boiled and accumulated all day. In the convulsions of orgasm, she fought and squirmed. Sue Ann got on her knees and, taking my cock out of her jeans, wrapped her in a warm mouth. Her tongue did wonders, but I never took my eyes off the ending wife.
Mack did not move, leaving it to Sheila, but she wanted another.
- Do not tease me! Ebi! Ebi me! Ebi! ... - Her voice was interrupted, she sobbed. Mack slowly pulled out a member, again plunged, again pulled out, and soon she howled like a cat that wants a cat.
And then something wild happened. Rhythmically hammering my wife, Mack sang.
- Again the shabby saddle creaks,
And women pray on our knees
About our long, thick, strong dicks,
And we fuck them, whores, out of spite.
Many already knew the words and picked up:
- No, we are not lazy
Chёlok fuck all day
Affectionately or rudely,
Anyway, cowboys! Anyway
My cock faltered. I ran my hands into Sue Ann's hair. Then, holding her head still, I began to fuck the little one in her mouth. She deeply swallowed and, when the dam collapsed, swallowed everything. From the most powerful orgasm legs gave way, and I would have fallen, if not for Sue.
Sheila struggled in continuous spasms under the rhythm of her mack huyishchem. The spasms ended in an incredible orgasm. She was sweating and red as a newborn pig.
- Again the shabby saddle creaks,
And the chick groans - cowboy's best friend,
But we won't leave chicks alone,
We will fuck them all - how lucky they are, huh?
This time I was singing along, unbuttoning Sue Ann’s blouse:
- No, we are not lazy
Chёlok fuck all day
Affectionately or rudely,
Anyway, cowboys! Anyway
- Oh, Mack ... I beg you ... I beg you, take me rudely. Be rude to me!
My wife begged and begged, but Mack stopped hammering her and moved away, leaving only half a penny inside. She tried to plant more deeply, but, tied, she could not - and raged with lust.
- I beg you! Please, let me finish! I agree to everything! ..
- I want you to belong to me, whore.
- Agree!
- I want to brand you.
- Agree! Anything!
- And what do you want?
- I want to be your chick ... your whore ... I want to wear your brand. Walk me naked through the streets ... Show everyone that I am your property ... Just fuck me!
- Yehhhhhhhhh! - He yelled, getting to fuck her as much as possible and faster. Eggs loudly slapped on the labia. When a member entered, it was visible, as the stomach is distended from the inside. Mack drove at full speed, except for not giving Sheila spurs.
Sheila's cry began far away ..
a steam whistle and became louder and louder. She blushed harder, her back arched, until she leaned on the table only with her shoulders and heels.
- Yes-aaaaa !!! She shouted, loudly shaming the sinners in hell.
And went limp, losing consciousness. Mack froze and wide, quite grinned. Then, with a loud chpokom, he pulled out his penis and, in a deafening silence, looked at the excitedly gazing public.
- Okay, cowboys. Seed this chick.
Someone knocked over a bucket of water on Sheila, and she woke with a shriek. New orgasm was not long in coming. A man and his wife ran up to Mac. The man shoved Sheila, and his wife knelt in front of Mac. He shoved a member into her mouth and after a couple of seconds erupted into him, like a grain carrier, pouring grain into a silo, in a continuous and thick stream. She swallowed, probably ten times.
There was a line for my wife. A long, very long line. All around undressed and fucked. It seemed to be one motto - fuck as much as you like. I fucked eleven women and numbly stuck in a corner.
Glance wandered on a stable. I counted eighty branded women, and there were about a hundred of them altogether. The stigmas were very different, but almost half of the women, like Sue Ann and Mary Lou, wore the stamp of Mack: the lazy "M". There were other decorations: rings in the nipples and in the labia, some tattoos, chains on the ankles, and the like.
Two hours later, we all moved under the open sky, clean and spacious. We ate barbecue and drank beer. Who wanted to stay naked. Some got dressed. Dry air pleasantly cooled my naked body. With naked Sheila on a leash, Mack came up.
- Hay, Will. I'm going to pour, and you guys, until look after my new chick. - He grinned.
I took the leash from his hands and looked at the woman I had married.
- How are you? She asked quietly.
- In terms of?
- Well, I liked it. I agreed to belong to him, to become his whore. She agreed to wear his stigma.
- You wanted to finish. These are empty words.
- No, not empty! - Ardently objected she. - I'm his whore, and he will brand me. My dear ... I love you, but my body now belongs to Mac. You have to be content with those crumbs that he deigns to share with you.
She spoke haughtily and smugly.
“You mean, now you're a Mack woman?” Just like that? - I snapped my fingers.
- Yes. Like this.
She almost purred like a cat who had caught sour cream.
How I got angry! I plucked the rings from her fingers - engagement and wedding.
“Since the rings mean nothing, I take them away.”
Her lower lip trembled, tears welled in her eyes.
- Will ...
- Consider that we are divorced, whore!
The battle of views has begun. None of us wanted to give up. Ralph waved at me. I walked up, pulling Sheila on a leash.
“Mac calls you to the stable,” Ralph said, winking. I went there, not paying attention to the new slut Mack, who was sniffing behind.
Mack spoke in a corner with five women. Seeing us, he lined them up along the wall. Women were different, but attractive. And naked. The complete absence of hair below the belt caught my eye.
“Become them, you slut,” said Sheila Mack.
She hesitated, threw a strange look at him. Without much persuasion, Mac pulled her hips out with a whip, which he held in his hand. She screamed and hurriedly stood against the wall, rubbing her reddened thigh.
“That's what, Will,” he began, putting his arm around my shoulders. - We are experienced people. And most importantly, we are cowboys. We know how to collect the herd.
“I understand you are taking my wife away.”
He burned me with his cold steel eyes. His fingers dug into my shoulder.
“Will,” he said quietly and ominously, “in Texas, they don’t blame another cowboy for stealing cattle unless they are willing to pay with their lives.” Many cowboys died, raising a slander. You didn't mean to say that I am a thief?
- Not. You are not a thief ...
He slammed my back in a friendly way.
- Well. So, if a cowboy wants to succeed, he needs a large herd. You have a nice little chick, but only one. I am ready to help such a good kid like you, and I offer any two of these for her. - He waved his hand at women. - Of course, the decision is yours. If you want to leave yours, leave them, but I advise you to change, son. I know how to do business on a ranch, and I understand in cattle breeding.
I looked at the women. Sheila’s mouth was open, disbelief written on her face. Probably waiting for me to always be in reserve in case she changes her mind and decides to return. The other five wanted my choice fell on them.
Mack meanwhile continued.
- Of course, the more chicks, the more feed you need. These chicks work and feed themselves. And they work sitting, not lying down. Your chick is not. And one more thing. If we hit our hands, you will get a salary.
“Can I answer in an hour or two?” I want to take a closer look at them.
- What a conversation! Watch all night long!
He slapped me on the back and pulled Sheila out of the barn for a leash. She looked sadly and uncertainly.
I began asking women one by one - or rather, chicks. Undoubtedly, everyone knew how to fuck, so I wanted to choose those with whom I will get along. Neither could boast such a body as Sheila, but everyone was very sweet. Not a single stigma. That part of the Mac flock that he is willing to trade, I realized. I slowly talked to each, polapal boobs and pussy. When I finished, five beauties flowed and begged me to fuck them.
I chose Ida, the least attractive of the five, but still very pretty, and in addition smart, positive and with a heart of gold. And Yvonne, a dark-haired, black-haired half-woman from Poluchishanka of an exotic appearance — my cock hardened every time she smiled at me.
Having tied all the leashes into a chain, I pulled them out of the barn, like an outlandish tithing.
Sheila was on all fours. Mack fucked her ass. Apparently, this is her cry at the penetration, we heard in the barn: it seemed that someone was unscrewing the cat's head. We swept the ranks of the audience. The wife's anus was stretched to the limit around my boss's cock. A happy smile wandered over her lips.
Mack sang again.
- Again the shabby saddle creaks,
But you ass boldly in the ass,
To smile chicks from ear to ear,
And dick in the ass was tight and warm.
And we picked up:
- No, we are not lazy
Chёlok fuck all day
Affectionately or rudely,
Anyway, cowboys! Anyway
Sheila finished at least twice. Then Mac pulled a member out of a dirty hole, unwrapped Sheila, put it in her mouth and poured out. The gagging urge forced her to push Mack off, and he pulled her whip out over her tits, after which she obediently opened her mouth and poured out her tongue. When she swallowed everything and licked the dick clean, Mack wiped it about her hair. And he came up to me, leaving her to sit on the aching bottom and wipe the sperm from her lips with traces of shit.
- Well, how, Will? Decided something, my boy?
Sheila looked at me. I read her lips:
- Please don't give me away.
But only a few hours ago, she claimed that she belonged to Mac, not to me.
How things are changing!
- You're right, Mac. Two chicks - this is the minimum. I take Go and Yvonne, and we count.
“An excellent choice, Will.” You understand cattle breeding. Useful quality for my manager. Who can evaluate the herd, will not fail in business. Come on, seal the deal.
I separated Ida and Yvonne and tied their leashes to the concord. Mack tied Sheila there. Wife reached out to me, and Mac whipped her with a whip. She poked and rubbed her buttocks.
- You belong to me, whore! Do not dare paw other cowboys without permission!
His tone was icy. Sheila burst into tears. Before her eyes, I passionately kissed Ida, then Yvonne, I dropped them between my legs. The women prayed in chorus for me to fuck them, causing the wives to tears flow like a river.
Revenge is sweet.
Mack and I went to his office, which was located some distance from the barn.
- Sheila ..
really doesn't want to part with you, ”Mack said in a steady voice, looking me gently into my eyes.
- Yes I know. So do I. I love her. But she said she belongs to you. If I leave it, then on my terms.
He laughed heartily, his eyes flashed.
- That's what I like. Let him stay with you, but you are right, damn it. She needs to be taught a lesson. Here is what I do. I will give you I go, and you will have two chicks. A rival won't let your slut relax.
He laughed.
“You took the ring from her.” Right. Better label her. I told my supervisor to make you a stigma. I felt that it was useful.
He gave me a long iron pin, one end of which, the handle, was bent, and on the other was the stigma: a double “W”.
“You can call it double double.” In the morning my people will register him with the Agricultural Association.
Stunned by such generosity, I crumbled in thanks.
- Well, well, empty. Let's better finish with your whore.
Seeing us, Sheila untied her leash from the call and ran to meet her. Mack grabbed her, threw her onto another handler and tightened the leash on her ankles.
- Here, cowboys! He shouted.
We were quickly surrounded by the crowd. I waved Ida and Yvonne to come near me. They are tightly pressed against my sides. I hugged them.
- Hey, chicks, do any of you know why I will blow this chick? Mack asked. He looked around. A few hands went up.
- Darlene? - He nodded to a tall beauty that clung tenaciously to an ugly short man.
- She got rid of without permission.
- Tochnyak! - confirmed Mac. He turned to Sheila and with a threat in his voice asked: - Got it, slut?
She sobbed.
- Yes.
Her face was so pitiful that I wanted to hold her close and comfort her. But it was worth it to wait.
- Will, please. - She sniffed. Mac winked at me.
I said:
- You wanted to belong to Mac. Become his whore. Wear his stigma. Well, please. Now you are his property, and I will not go to the other cowboy. So things are not done.
- Come on, Ida. How many blows should she have? Mack asked.
Ida looked at me. Then she looked at Mack and looked at him for a long time.
- Just one, Mack. She did not know the rules - finally, she said softly.
- You're a kind woman, Ida. And fair. I probably made a blunder by giving you to Will, but the deal is a deal. Good. Let there be one.
Mack with a whip whipped Sheila ass. She screamed. Back flushed flowers sunset. When Poppy untied her, she sobbed.
“Just rub it and you'll get more,” Mac warned. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly put her hands away from the burning ass.
The crowd scattered. Obviously, his wife was punished in the eyes of other chicks for a reason. So that they remember. Punishment was an integral part of the life of the chick.
I heard Sheila asking Mac for permission to talk to me.
Her face was red, her eyes were red and swollen, but passion sounded in her voice.
“I don't want to belong to Mac.” I want to belong to you, Will. You are my husband.
- You came here to fuck Mack, surrender to him. And she gave herself all to the bottom, as she never gave herself to me. You got what you wanted. Now it's my turn: I want two wonderful women ready for me. Anyway, I'm divorcing you, remember?
- Don't give me away. I beg you, do not give. I can too ... I am also ready for you for everything. I swear!
- No, Sheila. Ida and Yvonne are enough for me. Don't cry, we'll see you at corporate picnics.
I walked away from the tearful wife, and in ten minutes I saw that she was talking to Mac again. After a while he waved at me.
- Cowboy, let's make a deal. This lascivious chick really wants to be with you. She is ready for anything that we agreed. Is not it, girl?
Sheila wiped away tears and nodded emphatically. It seems completely desperate.
Mack continued:
“That's what I suggest, Will.” You take Sheila and Ida. Sheila spends with me two nights a month, Ida - three. Yvonne remains with me, but when I borrow one of yours, you can take her or any other of my chicks in return.
“You understand cattle breeding better than me, Mac, but this chick,” I pointed at Sheila, “behaved badly.” Suddenly she is untrained? Anyway, Yvonne loves to suck a cowboy's short leg.
Sheila fell on her knees and swallowed my dick. Mack winked.
“Yes, she was disgusting,” he agreed. “But now, I think, she understands the difference between an ordinary whore who fucks left and right, and a Texas chick who knows who her cowboy is and remains in his corral.”
Mack hugged me.
- Ha-ah-ah! Let's take a cold one, and then our throat is dry.
I turned, and my erect penis slid out of Sheila’s mouth and pointed towards the beer. My wife followed us, and behind her, Ida and Yvonne. When the girls caught up with us, Mac and I opened a bottle of Lonely Star.
Sheila looked up at me pleading.
“Please, Will, take me back.”
I pointed my finger down. She collapsed to her knees, but my cock was already holding Yvonne on her knees. Sheila pushed her away and put it in her mouth again.
“Do you know why we brand chicks, Will?” Mack asked.
Sheila stopped sucking and pricked her ears.
- Not. Why?
- Do not care all the fucking rings that women love to brag about. Why, there are some cowboys who even believe that a wedding ring means “fuck me”. But the stigma ... the stigma makes any cowboy that sticks to your chick, a thief. Thieves in Texas are hanged. And if someone takes away your chick and sees a registered stamp, he will think ten times before inseminating it.
- Interesting. But doesn’t your girlfriend hurt when she is branded?
- Ha-ah-ah! Hell hurt. That is why it benefits them. After this, you will not forget who your cowboy is. - Sheila at my feet fluttered. Mack continued: “And if a branded chick is caught with another cowboy and it turns out that her master did not allow ... Fiu! I do not even want to talk about what awaits her. I have goose bumps at the mere thought of this.
Sheila shivered. Ida and Yvonne sat quietly, like mice, with eyes wide open with fear.
We departed again. I had already dreamed of ending, but had not finished breaking Sheila. She hurried after us again and this time, without reminders, knelt down and began to suck. Mack whispered: - Fuck her in the mouth. - He gave me his whip.
I put my hands on Sheila's head and tried to shove her in the throat. Her eyes peeled off and she tried to push me away. I hit her hard on the back. She shrieked and put her hands to her sides. I vkolachivat member again and again, and once again she swallowed him. For the first time in my life, I fucked her in the throat.
“Maybe this chick isn't hopeless,” I approved.
I had finished abundantly in Sheila's mouth, then pulled out a member and poured her face and hair. Then he wiped the dick about the face. She looked at me like a god.
“Don't wipe it,” I ordered.
- Your cum on my face is an honor for me, Will. See? I am a student. And I want you to teach me. You. Not someone else.
She started to get up, but I slapped her palm on top of my head. Sheila hugged my legs and stayed seated.
- More on beer? Mack asked.
- Not. I decided. I agree, but on one condition. I want to brand both my chicks.
- You do understand, Will, that if you brand your chick, then you will not part with it, except under very strange circumstances? Brand - like a ring, like an oath at the altar.
- Understand. I won't part with them, Mac. - I thought flashed. - I am able to cope with two chicks.
“I never doubted you for a moment, cowboy!” - he smiled.
“Get up, Sheila,” I ordered, and helped her up.
- Heard? You will be branded, and you will not be my only chick.
She nodded. Her lower lip trembled again.
- You will behave like a branded chick, and not like a prodigal wife. The next time you tell me that you belong to another will be the last. Do you understand?
- Do you still love me? Do you like so much? She asked miserably. Her red swollen eyes pierced mine.
- Stronger, Sheila. I love you more. I want to live with you all my life. But you didn’t want a husband, but a cowboy. So I'll be this cowboy, and you - chick with my stigma.
She hugged me and buried her head in my chest.
- Good. Brand me. And I'm going too. I want my cowboy to be happy.
In the films, cattle are entangled with ropes and held by several people. At the Mac's ranch, technology, as is her own, has advanced. A special machine was used for branding: in essence, a cage with four sliding walls and aisles at the back and front. The cell is brought into the cage, then the walls are narrowed, thereby fixing it reliably. The head of the chick sticks out from one end, and the ass, where the stamp is burned out - from the other.
Mac had a machine for branding human heifers. A tearful Sheila crawled into him. The front doors closed with a hole around her neck. The hands were stitched forward and locked. The box inside, at the level of the thighs, supported the torso. Then the top of the cage and the sides were shut. The back wall pressed her legs tightly against the box. Sheila's sting backside was sticking up from behind.
I wanted to take her anally, but I held, caressing and teasing her clit and anus.
I proudly showed everyone my new stamp. Mac took it from me and laid it on the embers. Soon it became white hot. One cowboy put a gag in Sheila’s mouth. She huddled in her cage, but in vain. I asked Mack to do the whole operation because I never branded anyone myself.
The stamp was burned on the ass. Too open bikinis will now not be for the wife. Even through the gag, she screamed loudly and shrill and went limp without feelings. Next branded Ida. When the stigmas cooled and the chicks regained consciousness, I took them home.
At first, Sheila slightly opposed her role as one of the heifers of my flock, but with my help she was able to accept her. One day she took me aside and said that Ida was missing my attention and that I needed to spend a little more time with her. It was then that I realized that my wife accepted her new role with her whole being.
“Would you give me the rings back?” Sheila asked somehow.
I felt Ida’s gaze on me. A cowboy should not have a favorite. I did not answer, but later I went to a jewelry store and bought the necessary. In the evening, when Ida and Sheila finished washing the dishes, I called them into the hall. They knelt at my feet.
“Little girls, I want both of you to wear my rings.”
I put the once engagement ring on Sheila’s finger. Then he put it on the finger of Ida. She beamed. Surprisingly, Sheila did not throw up. It seemed that she was really glad of her own and glad to share me with Ida.
- You will wear both wedding rings too. - They smiled and hugged me. - But you will wear them on your pussies.
I took them to the bedroom where I prepared a mini-operating room. Rubbing alcohol over Sheila’s clitoris hood, I perforated it and pierced the tiny golden ring on which I had already hung the wedding ring. Then he repeated the same with Ida.
“That's it, ladies.” Are you married.
* * *
A year later, Mack and I were not pouring water. He often called me to drink and fuck. I got a few big promotions. My career took off.
Once, when I returned home, I saw Sheila and Ida on the carpet in the living room at the 69 position. The usual thing. They became friends and often made love. I undressed and lay down near, idly poddrachivaya member and giving them a break from orgasms.
- What's new?
Sheila thrust on my dick throat and happily looked at me. While she was doing a deep blowjob, Ida kissed and caressed me. I finished Sheila in her mouth, she swallowed, and my chicks looked at each other.
- To surprise you? - asked Ida.
I shrugged.
- We are both pregnant!
They giggled like schoolgirls.
Smile, I wondered who the father, me or Mac. Or one will be mine, one Mac? Well, in nine months we will find out.
I stroked the "double double" on Sheila's buttock. Ida gently caressed my balls. That melody sounded in my head, and the words came naturally:
- Again the shabby saddle creaks,
One wife or two chicks - the choice is clear,
Be a man, and life will be beautiful
I wish you so lucky!
Yeah, yeah! Give them spurs, cowboy!
(original author - EZ Riter)