THE WILD WEST

My name is John Tanner and this is the incredible tale of my honeymoon at a dude ranch with my bride Andrea. Andrea chose the dude ranch; she said she'd always wanted to be a cowgirl. We arrived at the big ranch in eastern Colorado on Sunday afternoon and we'd be staying until Saturday.

Minutes after we arrived at the ranch a red Jeep Cherokee drove up, and out of it stepped two of the most beautiful women I could imagine. One was a 5' 6" redhead and the other was a 5' 2" blonde. Both girls were pure sexual beauty: long legs, firm grapefruit-sized breasts, slim waists that curved so appealingly into high, rounded butts. The redhead appeared to be about 20 but the blonde looked several years younger than that. I instantly fell into a deep hungry lust for the little blonde. She saw me staring and smiled at me as she took a deep breath. My eyes bogled as her tits stretched her thin shirt. I almost fell over.

Andrea, who is always amused by my reaction to beautiful women, saved me by stepping forward to introduce us to the new arrivals. "Hi, I'm Andrea," she said, "and this big guy is my husband, John." The girls introduced themselves as Denise (the redhead) and Annie (the blonde) and we all shook hands. I blushed crimson when Annie's hand lingered on mine for a couple seconds. We quickly learned that we were all staying for the week and our rooms were next to each other on the second floor of the ranch house. Andrea and I had the honeymoon suite. Denise and Annie were sharing a room.

"Are you sisters?" I asked. "No," replied Annie as she smiled at me. "Just friends." They seemed very happy to meet us and said they were glad to have already met someone to hang out with.

We went to our rooms and changed to go swimming in the pool. The "western stuff" wouldn't start until the next day. I put on my red trunks and a grey t-shirt and stared at myself in the mirror. "Get a grip on yourself," I thought, "You're 36 years old, you're on your honeymoon with your pretty 25 year old wife, and you can't go chasing around after a 18 year old all week." Andrea wasn't ready yet so I headed down to the pool alone. The sun was bright and I shielded my eyes as I scanned the area. Then I spotted an absolute vision waving at me.

Annie sat up in her lounge chair and yelled to me, "John! Over here!" She looked stunning. Her big melon breasts overwhelmed two tiny patches of blue fabric that was her bikini top.

I grinned and hurried over to her. "Hi, Annie. Where's Denise?"

"Oh, she doesn't like the pool so she went exploring. She'll catch up with us at dinner." My eyes feasted on her nearly nude body and she posed for me, obviously enjoying the attention.

"You have a beautiful tan," I complimented her. No tan lines. She sunbathed nude.

"Thank you." She rolled onto her stomach on the lounge chair. She had on a thong bikini bottom and the firm round cheeks of her ass were separated only by a thin string. "Would you put lotion on my back, please?" she asked.

"S-sure," I stammered and my hands shook as I picked up the bottle. The little babe sure knew how to play this game. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top.

"Be thorough," she requested, "I don't want any funny tan lines." I smoothed the lotion over her back, slowly working my way lower. "Mmmm," she murmured. When I hesitated before moving down to her butt she laughed, "Don't do a half-assed job, John." As my hands joyously caressed her firm globes she giggled and flexed her ass muscles. It was all I could do to restrain myself from jumping on her and humping her right there by the pool.

As my hands reluctantly slid from Annie's silky skin, Andrea walked up. "I see that you two are getting to know each other," she giggled. I blushed fiery red.

When I looked at my wife I was taken by her own beauty; even if it was less spectacular than Annie's. Her leopard-print bikini displayed excellent cleavage. She had quite a bod on her.

Andrea has long blonde hair and a very slim body. But she normally wears baggy clothes that conceal her nice chest. Her tits weren't huge like Annie's, but they were ample and they seemed large on her thin frame. In fact Andrea and Annie looked enough alike to be sisters. Andrea stretched out on a lounge next to Annie's and I went for a swim.

Later we found Denise and played a little tennis. Throughout, I found myself talking more to Annie than to Andrea. Andrea seemed to sense this, and withdrew from me, happily spending time with Denise. Denise cracked jokes and made small talk with my wife. She laughed at Denise's silly humor and even complimented her on her tennis game. She also frequently touched her with her hands, to get her attention, to make a point, or to respond to her humor. Maybe Andrea wasn't aware of it, but I could certainly tell that Denise's way of looking at my lovely wife was every bit as intense as my way of looking at Annie. It made me uncomfortable to say the least.

After our sweaty game, we went back to our respective rooms. I showered, then settled in front of the TV when Andrea answered a knock at the door. It was Annie. She was barefoot and wearing a very short silky blue robe, obviously fresh out of the shower. Her hair was wet and combed straight back. She slipped inside and in a very meek little girl's voice addressed Andrea. "Andrea, can I please ask you and John for a big favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Well, we were wondering if you and your husband would go with us out to dinner, not here, but in a nice restaurant nearby."

Andrea looked at me. "Sounds fun to me."

"Okay. We have to eat, right?" I agreed.

"The restaurant is fancy so really dress up nice. Me and Denise have these real pretty dresses we're going to wear."

"I didn't pack any dresses," replied Andrea, "I didn't expect to get dressed up at a ranch."

"Come with me. We've got an extra dress that will look great on you," Annie said, smiling at Andrea.

"See you at 7," Andrea said to me as she shrugged and headed out the door.

Heck of a way to start a honeymoon.

DENISE AND ANDREA

Annie took Andrea to the room where Denise waited. "Andrea doesn't have a dress so I said she could borrow one of ours," Annie explained.

"Sure," Denise agreed, "we have three of the little black latex ones and she'll look hot in one of those."

"L-latex?" Andrea asked nervously.

"Yeah," Annie said, "it feels great -- warm, tight and lots of freedom of movement. And your firm curves are just made to slide into latex!"

Denise looked Andrea up and down and commented, "You have a great body, Andrea. You should show it off more." Andrea blushed.

Annie and Denise started to strip. "Let's have some fun before getting dressed. We don't have to be ready for hours," Annie told Andrea, urging her to join them in taking off their clothes.

Andrea was so surprised she followed Annie's suggestion without thinking. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse.

Annie clenched her thighs together over her own hot, wet crotch as Denise methodically removed his shirt and slipped off his skirt. "Andrea, I have something to show you," Denise said as he pulled down his thong underwear and his stiffening cock sprang free.

"What?" Andrea asked, then gasped, "Oh my God!" when she saw Denise's secret.

"I bet you've never seen anything like me before," Denise grinned, tongue licking his thick lips. Andrea was so stunned that all she could do was stare and gasp as Denise shuffled out of his shorts and let his massive set of genitals move into her view. The gaping slot in the blunt tip dripped a long string of clear syrup. "If we're going to have fun with you and John this week we need to get you broken-in!"

Andrea stood uncertainly, her arms rigid at her sides as the naked Denise stalked around her, lips kissing her hair, nuzzling her ears. Denise swabbed the head of his cock against Andrea's quivering left hip. He pulled her blouse away and quickly undid the hooks of her lacy bra. It fluttered to the floor and Denise squeezed the blonde's firm, proud titties with his hands.

Andrea was paralyzed, hypnotized -- probably as much from seeing Denise's ready sex banana as from the prospect of what was going to happen to her. She knew she was going to be fucked, and her cunny throbbed at the notion. She'd felt an attraction to Denise all day; she couldn't deny that. And now the naked exotic creature was toying with her body.

Denise traced the tensed crack of Andrea's ass with an index finger. Annie watched Denise kiss and nuzzle Andrea's tanned shoulders and caress her sleek, slender body. He urged her body forward, bending her over the back of a low chair so that her well-turned fanny jutted backward. Denise urged Andrea's slender thighs and knees apart with his leg. Andrea whimpered as Denise forced her torso lower. Her slender body was pulsating rhythmically. Annie was only vaguely aware that her hand had crept into her own pussy and she was swabbing fingers up and down, masturbating slowly.

Andrea suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring unseeing, as Denise bored an index finger into her cunt. Andrea cried something unintelligible as he moved in behind her uptilted rump and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wide-parted crack.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiii--Eeeeeeeiiiii!" Andrea gurgled as Denise's hot, wet knob stroked her crack and nudged into the vulva. Annie stared at Andrea's proud titties that sagged slightly toward the floor. The tips were extended and hard. Denise waddled in behind her like a bull in heat in a pasture alone with a young heifer. He pressed forward and shook his hips from side to side--right on target.

Annie suppressed a gasp as she watched the purplish head of his cock sink into Andrea's body, disappear slowly into her. "Ohhh," Andrea gasped softly, yet bracing herself and holding her ass steady.

He grunted and groaned, grasping the young woman's heaving flanks. Relentlessly, he pulled her body back onto him. He swiveled his hips, swabbing his knob around. Andrea's mouth was wide open and she was gasping as she absorbed that massive prick in her body. Denise succeeded in burying his prong in the tight pussy and his balls slapped against the backs and insides of Andrea's trembling thighs.

Denise kept his cock deep in her, calming the cute wife. Muscles were rippling sleekly in her thighs--and Annie sensed the woman was adjusting to having his big cock in her.

Denise was rubbed his hands all over her, pushing his big boobs down on her bowed back and playing with her titties, pinching the tiny nipples. He leaned back, hands on her flanks just above the flare of her hips and hauled about eight inches of his cock out of her tight vagina. Then he thrust it back into her, steadily--a masterful stroke, sinking deep. Andrea squealed as he plunged it all the way in. Denise began fucking her in long, penetrating strokes. He bent his knees, held his body rigid, hauling Andrea's rear end back on his skewer -- pushed her off of it, towed her body back.

His soft, gloating chuckle was almost obscene as he pumped her body back and forth on his thick shaft. And something was happening to Andrea. Annie heard the mutterings that were cascading from her twisted lips. Andrea was in the throes a climax.

She was begging! "Ffffuuuccckkkmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!"

God is she cumming, Annie marveled as Denise began thudding his ass forward, driving his cock into the fragile body as he yanked her quivering ass back on his sex-spindle. His balls were slapping up between her legs, against Andrea's tight, cock-filled belly. You wonderful, sexy little wench, Annie marveled as she soared into her own climax, three fingers buried in her pussy, a thumb compressing her throbbing clit.

Andrea was squalling softly, begging for prick, reveling in having her snatch banged. Andrea's smooth muscles seemed to be rippling like a sleek cat loping freely. And she was begging plaintively for Denise not to stop fucking her.

Suddenly, Denise rammed his cock far into her and Annie knew he was shooting his thick, creamy stuff into the happy wife. "Aaaaahhhh--oooohhhh--Goooood!" Andrea squealed with pleasure as Denise's prick hosed her twat full of juice.

ANNIE AND ANDREA

Annie had a craving to put her mouth where Denise's penis had explored. She was suddenly obsessed with the desire to eat Andrea's tender pussy! Andrea was docile as a pet as Annie led her onto the other bed.

Denise was collapsed on his bed, asleep. There was a wistful, pouty smile on Andrea's lips, a dreamy look of "more" in her green eyes. Annie peered at her intently as Andrea stared into her eyes. She seemed dazed, disbelieving. "Wow," the cute woman whispered, "Denise has a prick. A really big one. And she stripped me naked ... and played with my body ... squeezed my boobies ... pushed her thing at me ... INTO ME ... and fuuuccckkkkeddddmmmeeee! Wow."

Annie smiled. She was glad the girl had enjoyed her first time with Denise. Now they all could have fun this week. "I wish she was awake. I would make her fuck me again right now," Andrea giggled.

Annie ran a full tub of extra-warm water. She returned to the bed, bent and kissed Andrea's docile, pliant lips, let her greedy mouth nuzzle, trail to capture one of Andrea's succulent tittie points. Annie sucked hard, felt Andrea's timid hand pressing into her own left breast. She was reassured by Andrea's quickening breath. She would bathe the young thing and bed her. A hot shimmer shivered all through Annie' body as the thought steamed in her mind. She gently tugged Andrea from the bed and urged her into the hot bath. Annie paused to study Andrea lying in the full tub of warm water, knees drawn up and flung apart, saucy boobs bobbing bouyently.

When Annie stepped into the tub, between Andrea's feet, the young wife drew herself up slightly to make room. Annie shivered with pleasure as she squatted and the hottish water lapped against her taut butt and splashed into the gentle gape of her swollen, excited cunny. She felt her clit stiffen and extend out of its little fleshy sheath and she was growing passionately hot. To restrain herself from attacking the enticing young beauty, she picked up the large bar of perfumed soap in both hands and began to rub it up and down the inner planes of Andrea's silky thighs.

"Ooooh," Andrea sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as Annie worked the smooth soap up and down her legs, each stroke reaching nearer and nearer the glorious vee of those perfect legs. "Aaaaahhhh!" Andrea murmured and Annie could see the muscles crawl in Andrea's pussy. Then Annie ran the soap up over Andrea's curvy body to rub the proud titties.

"Ooooooohhhhhh-la-laaaaa!" Andrea cooed as Annie built a rich lather on the firm melons with the bar in one hand and used the other to caress and squeeze and tease the dark brownish-pink point. You're a sensuous young lady, Annie thought, letting the soap slip away and using both hands on Andrea's breasts. She trailed her hands down over Andrea's narrow waist and let her fingers dally with Andrea's pert mound and the tight crease formed by the lips of her snatch.

"Do you think John likes me?" Annie asked.

Andrea blushed and giggled, "He's a gentleman, so he tries to hide it, but he's wild for you." Annie replied, "He was staring at you out by the pool." More giggles sprang from Andrea as she pressed her cunny against Annie's hands. "He is a good looking guy, isn't he?"

"He sure is. And we're going to have lots of fun with him this week. Let's get out and dry," Annie said.

Annie was itchy with anticipation and heat was generating all through her tummy as she watched the healthy young wife crawl into the center of the bed. "Annie," Andrea said hesitantly, invitingly, "will you ... play ... with me? Please? I've never been with another woman, and this might be my last chance!"

DINNER AT SEVEN

At exactly seven o'clock, I went to fetch the three girls. The door was cracked open as I knocked. "Our date is here," sang Annie's sweet voice from within. "Come on in." Three sets of giggles greeted me as I pushed the door open and entered. Perfume and other delicious young girl scents were thick in the air. I could already feel my palms sweat, more so than I recall having on my very first date. I looked at the three beautiful girls who were posing in front of me and my heart stopped.

They wore matching black latex mini-dresses. They were tight, they were short, and they showed cleavage. I couldn't believe my Andrea could fill out a dress like that, but she did! Spectacularly! She bent at the waist and stuck her ass out at me while making kissy noises with her lips. "Do I look alright Hubby?" she asked.

"You look like a high-class call girl!" "Great," Andrea giggled, "that was the look we were going for." All three girls fell into a fit of laughter.

The girls wore high heel pumps to match their dresses. They were highly made up and their hair was carefully arranged to look wild and unkept. "Do you like our hair?" said Annie, playing with her hair, raising it and letting it fall, strand-by-strand. "We had it styled downstairs this afternoon." I couldn't take my eyes off Annie's youthful breasts, which stretched the thin latex dress.

"John, kiss Annie on the cheek," ordered Andrea, "she's your date for the night." I stared at my wife for a moment with my mouth hanging open. "Don't argue, silly. This will be fun."

With a look of resignation covering my excitement, I bent to kiss Annie's cheek. I thought I caught her eyes flashing at me for a second. "Thank you, John, what a gentleman you are," Annie said, putting her arm around my neck and giving me a peck on the corner of my mouth. Everyone laughed as I turned red.

Denise made a big show of bending toward Andrea to offer her the requisite kiss on the cheek. However, as soon as she got close, Andrea planted a full, red-lipsticked kiss on Denise's lips, then playfully pushed me toward the door. "Let's go," she chirped, "I'm hungry."

The girls chose a restaurant near another expensive hotel, about 10 miles away. Under the moonlight, our walk from the parking lot to the restaurant followed a small trail through the short-grass prairie. Inside the place, the girls chose a rear booth. The mood was warm and romantic, with the orange-red glow of an open-hearthed fireplace, reflected off yellow pine beams and mahogany antiques.

Andrea and Annie sat in the middle of our booth, with me and Denise at the ends. Annie slid up next to me while Andrea did the same with Denise. Denise soon left the table and went to the restroom. When she returned, a waiter brought champagne to our table and briskly popped it open.

Soon, another bottle was brought to the table, followed by yet another. Denise had her arms around my wife, showing her the correct way to roll spaghetti on her fork. Andrea lifted her fork and fed it to the redhead.

Denise continued pouring fizzy champagne into our glasses, most of it into mine and hers. Annie was next to me, driving me crazy with the soft rustling sounds coming from her nylon-stockinged thighs, as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

Soon, I found myself laughing into Annie's neck and my arm around her shoulder. Her smell was intoxicating. She slid next to me, crushing her right thigh against my left. I looked over at Andrea who was also getting very cozy with Denise, touching her shoulder and chest repeatedly as she spoke. The two young blondes occasionally exchanged wise and sexy little smirks. I felt my left hand being guided by Annie onto the top of her smooth, nylon-stockinged thigh, right above the knee.

Glancing over at my lovely wife Andrea, I noticed she had taken off her right shoe and that she was lightly grazing her foot along Denise's right calf. Meanwhile, Annie placed her hand on mine, gently caressing it, holding it on her upper thigh.

I looked at Andrea, who was now crossing champagne glasses with Denise, each drinking from the other's glass. In doing so, still under Denise's right arm, she was now pressing their breasts together. I turned to Annie, who smiled sweetly at me, sighed, and rested her head on my shoulder. With her hand on mine, she began to rub my hand along her upper thigh, back and forth, inching progressively upward, finally reaching to the edge of her very short dress. She pulled my hand further under her dress until it touched her panties. I withdrew it and she grabbed it back, bringing it to her lips. She guided it to her left breast, tightly housed in the rubbery dress. My hand lingered a few moments before I pulled it away.

I looked over at my wife and found, to my amazement, that she was resting her head on Denise's shoulder, with her arm beneath the table in the direction of Denise's crotch, obviously moving back and forth. Was she diddling the girl? Loud-mouthed Denise had been silent now for a few seconds. Then, I saw my wife raise her lips and kiss Denise's neck, grazing it. She whispered in Denise's ear and raised her lips. Denise kissed them. She broke the kiss and looked over at me, with a mixture of apologetic embarrassment and excitement on her face.

Annie chose that moment to kiss me on the lips, which was followed by my wife kissing Denise again, this time with much more fire. Annie turned from watching them kiss and reached down to my crotch to rub it. It was at that point that I let my best judgement fly right out the window and I reached out to squeeze her breasts, kissing her with genuine passion. My mind ignited as she put her tongue in my mouth and kissed me back, hard.

I realized that my wife and I were now openly necking with other people in the back booth of a crowded restaurant. But I was so worked up that I didn't care. After about ten minutes of heated kissing and touching, Annie dropped her bombshell on me.

"John," she whispered into my ear, "Andrea and I want you and Denise to take us back to the hotel and fuck us." She lay her head against my shoulder and purred.

I glanced at my wife, who was smiling and nodding at me.

I found myself on the romantic prairie path to the parking lot under a huge full moon. I had my arm around Annie and, up ahead, Denise was wrapped around my wife. I bent to kiss my 'date' and found my credit card in her teeth as she giggled.

As we walked up the stairs to our rooms, all four of us got very quiet. My arm around Annie, I escorted her down the hallway toward my room. She came out from my grasp. "No, John. We want to do it together, all four of us."

Annie pulled me backwards into the room with Andrea and Denise. It suddenly hit me that what I had in store was a night of watching my beautiful wife have lesbian sex in front of me, while I got it on with a young girl I'd just met. As I crossed the threshold, I hesitated. 'No contest' I decided, and I eagerly entered the room.

The girls pushed the two over-sized king beds together. Annie approached me and began removing my clothes. Andrea did the same for Denise. I laid back on the bed wearing only my underpants, leaning on my elbows. Denise was similarly reclined on the other bed. I looked over at her and got my biggest shock of the night. Denise was a man!

Denise wore black thong underpants that held sizable male genitals! I sat up and stared. Annie rubbed my back and whispered in my ear, "We'll explain later, darling. For now, just accept that Denise is well equipped to give your wife a good time."

Andrea leaned across the bed and kissed Denise.

The young blondes rose to face each other. They began running their fingers through each other's hair, playing gently with it, letting it fall in strands from upraised fingers. With absolute astonishment I watched as they lightly kissed, touched, and rubbed one another. They removed each other's dresses and bras. They presented each set of titties to the other and playfully rubbed their nipples together. They sensually removed each other's high heels and garterbelts, after which they slowly peeled each other's nylon stockings with their fingers and teeth, kissing skin as they went.

Now wearing only their panties, the girls mashed their bodies together, wrapped their arms and hands around each other's back and head, and kissed with greater endearment than in any classical Hollywood heterosexual love scene. Then they spun and came towards us. To my surprise, Andrea came toward me, while Annie approached Denise.

"John, I want you to take them off," said Andrea, offering me her backside.

Annie turned her back towards Denise. Denise and I had already removed our underpants and both had our cocks in our hands, with very busy agendas. We immediately interrupted our stroking to accommodate the girls. Andrea rolled her palms across her nipples as I placed my hands on the delicate elastic of her panties. I pulled the elastic straight out toward me and played with it for just a moment, stretching it and wrapping my fingers inside it, running horizontally along its length, delicately grazing the skin along Andrea's hips and backside, savoring each second of time.

I pulled lightly on the fabric and inched it down. The crotch of her panties adhered with wetness and trailed behind the rest. I gently tugged at it, which brought a soft moan from my wife's throat as it pulled at her tender pussy flesh. I then savored each inch of my bride as I slowly brushed a trail down her legs with her panties. Raising her fluffy golden hair with both hands and letting it cascade down across her shoulders and back, my wife deeply sighed with content and flexed her delicate feet as she stepped out of her panties, totally nude. Annie had already been depantied by Denise and was slowly running her fingers up and down the smooth flesh of her hips and waist, right before his eyes.

"Thank you, Honey," Andrea said. She squatted down for a moment in my lap, rubbing my penis with her firm buns. In that too brief moment, it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping her, as my brain nearly melted. The girls met and french-kissed one last time at the edge of the bed, rubbing their flat lower bellies up-and-down and sideways together and cupping their breasts into each other's nipples.

Andrea joined Denise on his bed and Annie jumped onto my body, happily giggling like a little girl, with a naughty red face. She playfully pushed me into a prone position, still giggling, and took my penis in her hand, brushing it across the light wisps of blonde hair of her girlish mound.

"Fuck me John," she demanded, as she guided my penis into her hole. Without pause, she rode me like a real cowgirl. I couldn't believe her absolute lack of modesty, nor that of my Andrea, who was now sucking Denise's cock with delight, bathing it in her saliva and making loud smacking noises that could probably wake the entire hotel.

Moments later, Andrea assumed a position astride Denise, wildly hunching herself down onto "his" hard cock. He thrust upwards into my beautiful Andrea like there was no tomorrow. I did the same to his little Annie. The girls made lots of noise, laughing, gasping, moaning, squealing. They started to play bobbing games, sometimes hunching in unison and sometimes in counter measure to each other, shrieking with sexual pleasure. The box springs loudly marked the cadence. Andrea called to Annie, "God, Annie! Denise's cock is so BIG! Oh, oh, oh, jeeeeez! Tell Denise to fuck me harder!"

"Denise, fuck her. Fuck as hard as you can, Denise," Annie screamed. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Fuck me, John. Fuck me."

"Johnny," called my wildly bouncing wife, "Fuck her. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck her." My wife then screamed with pleasure as she kept bobbing up and down.

Never had I ever needed less encouragement to fornicate. I pounded away at Annie, wondering if my cock would suddenly appear at the opening to her mouth. I suddenly found myself coming and thrusting my sperm up into Annie's squeezing and unsqueezing hole.

Denise was near the end of his own exhausting cum in my wife, making the last of many deep guttural sounds in his throat. After my last squirt, Annie held my penis in place inside her as she tried to catch her breath.

Finally, things settled down. Both girls, paused for a moment, one hand resting on the abs of their partner. "Annie, is he good?" asked my beautiful wife, wiping the long sweaty strands of blonde hair from her face with her free hand. "Yes," replied Annie as she tried to catch her breath, "Very good." The sweaty little blonde leaned on me and we kissed long and deep.

After a couple of minutes of kissing and caressing, my dick was coming back to life. Annie held it in her little hand and told Andrea, "He's ready." "So is Denise."

The girls pulled away from us, then Andrea crawled onto Annie, resting her full weight on the girl and french-kissed her for a few golden moments, as Annie's arms and legs locked around my wife. Between kisses, the two nude girls seemed to whisper nasty things into each other's ears, over and over, as they giggled and squealed with sexual delight. Then, Andrea turned her head to me.

"Hubby, you've got to do me like you did Annie," she said insistently. She crawled beyond me on the bed, pulling me by my cock as she laid on her back. With it still in her hand, she craned her neck to look at it a moment, twisting it sharply back and forth. Then, she roughly jerked it down and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. Andrea had her hands behind her head, her legs stretched straight out and spread far apart in a wide "V", her feet flexed into sexy pointed toes. Her thick, golden hair was draped all around her angelic face. My wife looked proudly into my eyes.

I wrapped my arms underneath her shoulders and entered her, fully. I began thrusting happily into her tight moistness, thrilling to my flesh melting with hers. The sweet pleasures of her pussy overtaking my senses, I now focused only on each instant of time as I plunged and boned into Andrea's very core, desperately trying to penetrate completely through her.

She soon got into the rhythm and wrapped her smooth legs around my back, trying to catch her breath between soul-shaking moans of joy, thrusting every bit of her body back at me, with enough force to nearly lift me off. I couldn't believe her strength and power, as she rammed herself back against me, again and again and again. Suddenly, she started scratching my back and pulling my hair. Her beautiful face twisted in blissful agony. "Unh, Unh. Squirt, Honey! Unh. Unh. Oh, Honey. NOW! YES! Unh. Now Honey, squirt your juice into me. Squirt me, John. Squirt meee! Unh. Yes. Unh. Squirt me! Yes, oh yes, oh yes. Mmmmm."

Andrea was cumming long and hard, violently shaking her head sideways, her deep blue eyes rolled up their sockets. Her beautiful cheeks turned crimson and she gagged for breath. She was bathing my penis in her own wet honey-cum, basting my bloated cock with flood after flood of the sweetest pussy juice. Despite the thick syrup that suddenly came gushing warmly onto my pubic hair and balls, her hole held me tight. I felt myself fulfill her urgent orders. From the intense pressure, it felt as though a quart of rich juice was rushing with burning, intolerable pleasure from my balls, up the tube through the underside of my penis, squirting into Andrea's clenching and unclenching hole, jerking again and again.

Finally, I rolled off my bride and nearly passed out. After several minutes during which I mindlessly stared at one of the wooden beams in the ceiling, I reached for her but my hand only felt the warm pool of fragrant cum she had produced. I felt a jabbing finger in my ribs. It was Andrea who had picked up her black dress and shoes.

"Come to our room, Honey," said my girl. I slowly rose and started looking for my pants.

In the background, I heard a sharp smacking sound and saw Annie bent over Denise's knee. The she-male was spanking her. Annie stared into my eyes as she flinched from the spanking and gasped, "Yes, master, I've been a bad girl; a very naughty wench." I staggered into my pants, grabbed my shirt, and followed Andrea, who was already padding down the hall in her bare feet to the room next door. She was still naked, pressing her dress and shoes against herself.

"Hurry up, John. Here's the key. Open it."

I took her key and quickly opened the door, looking around for any late-night wandering guests. Fortunately, our suites were the only ones on the top floor. When we arrived in the room, my wife came to me. We kissed softly.

"Carry me to bed."

I tenderly lifted and carried Andrea to bed and set her gently down. She opened the covers and I crawled in next to her and we cuddled, nuzzled, caressed, and gently kissed awhile. Then, we heated up again and spent the next several hours screwing intensively, each session followed by intermissions of quiet, tender kissing, never leaving each other's arms. She was beauty. She was rapture. She captured my soul. Finally, her head on my chest, Andrea spoke to me.

"I love you, John."

"I love you too, baby."

"How did you like Annie's wedding present?"

"It was unbelievable. Did you enjoy what Denise gave you?"

"Ummm, yes! But you understand that this is only for our honeymoon, right? I don't want you looking for any more Annies after this week."

"I understand. After this week I'll be your dutiful husband."

"Will you always be there when I need you?" she asked.

"Yes, of course, always."

"Good," she giggled, lightening the mood, "I need you again right now." She tickled me and I pinched her round little rear.

I silently thanked God for leading us to this ranch for our honeymoon.

Before we left I got a photo of Annie standing in front of Andrea by our car. Andrea had a sheer white sarong wrapped around her ass and Annie's swollen tits stretched a cut off t-shirt. It's the most beautiful photo I've ever taken.

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