Jeb sat alone on the bench, his hands still tied behind him. He had to wait, and all he could do was sit here and think about things. Billy had fucked his wife. He had fucked Becky long and he had fucked her good. But that might not be the last time that Billy planned to have Becky.
Jeb was remembering one specific thing. Billy fucked Becky from the rear while she sucked me to orgasm. When she had begun dressing, Jeb remembered, Billy just sat there allowing his erection to go down while he watched her put on panties and a dress.
That erection, though it had gone down, was probably not going to be ignored! As Billy tugged his trousers on and stuffed about six or more inches of softened but leftover penis inside his pants, Jeb and Becky had exchanged glances. Billy had finished with an unsatisfied erection and allowed it to go down. Both Jeb and Becky knew she would be readily accessible if Billy decided to take her again before he turned her loose. As a matter of fact, they knew that Billy would fuck her at least once more.
Jeb had asked them to place his pants back into place. "I don't want to be seen like this if anyone else should enter the house," he had said. They had restored his clothes as a team and then began putting on their shoes and boots. After they both had dressed and gone to the outhouse, Billy had taken Becky to the barn with him while he saddled his steed. Regardless, there was nothing Jeb could do as he heard Billy's horse trotting off. My wife is riding off with a strange man on his horse.
But how strange could Billy be thought of now? He knows my wife, at least her body he does, better than I do since he has been farther inside her than I can go, plus he has put his mouth on her pussy. And not only that, Billy has seen my penis, both when it is soft and when it is erect. Billy can hardly be considered a stranger any longer.
Billy had added additional rawhide to his bindings, and with the bench as his captor, Billy could not slide it close enough to anything that might allow him to cut his ties. Seated upright on the bench like this, Jeb couldn't get his hands anywhere near anything in order to do so. All he could do was wait.
Jeb looked down at himself. He could feel his penis in his pants. It was soft, but still dripping. An image of Becky formed in his mind, of her face during a previous time. Would things still be the same between them? Could they ever? Then an image of Becky's vagina being stretched, while all the while she was gasping and moaning and wrapping everything she had around Billy came into his head. And of course that had all resulted in her having an orgasm, or maybe two or more. Jeb sighed. He knew that it could never be quite the same. ?
Becky rode with her body pressed up against Billy. She had to in order to hang on with her arms around his waist. She was sweaty and the horse was sweaty under her. She was happy that Billy was riding slowly, even though he might want to 'get away.' Of course, the longer they took to get to the place where he would drop her off, the further the distance and the longer it would take for her to walk home. Though she dreaded all that might be said, Becky needed to get home and release her husband, and comfort him.
Stretching, Becky threw both her arms behind her and one of her hands hit a saddle bag. Then she began thinking about how carefully Billy had been carrying his saddlebags from the house to the barn, and then placing and tying them on the back of the horse they were riding. 'Is there something in these bags worth having, she thought?'
Placing one arm back around Billy, Becky began feeling around with her right hand, and managed to slip it under the flap. She dug down, and her hand hit a small leather pouch. She squeezed it with two fingers, and could tell that it was filled with coins. She felt around further, and felt two more bags.
'He won't miss one, at least not right away. And when he does, he might not dare come back for it.' Becky was thinking ahead. This man had something to hide for sure. His very actions said so. If he has three bags of coins, maybe more, he must be into something illegal, and he certainly won't be telling any Sheriff's.
Becky had pulled one coin pouch up and out of the saddlebag now, and she was looking for a place where she could drop or toss it and easily find it later, when she would be walking home alone.
There, ahead, that fallen tree. Becky waited, and as their horse passed the tree trunk, she carefully, so that Billy would not detect her movement, tossed the bag far enough to the side that it went behind the tree trunk. Back there, there was no possibility that if, on the slight chance that anyone else came this way, they would spot it.
Becky smiled. Billy had three bags of coins that I could feel, hopefully the one I took has something valuable inside.
Finally, they reached the top of a rise. There were a few trees, and from here you could see all the way back to the farm, a distance of two miles, maybe a little further. In the other direction that Billy planned to take, the road disappeared into trees a hundred feet further on as it slowly went down into a valley and back to the river that flowed near their ranch and took the long way around the hill.
"Get down," Becky swung her leg backwards and slid deftly off the horse. She knew how to ride, and had no problem dismounting without assistance. Billy dismounted and the first thing he did was to offer her a drink of water from his canteen. Becky drank gratefully.
"Now we're alone. You don't have to 'worry' about your husband. You know that he is going to survive, and you know that all you have to do is walk home. So let's get it on one more time. I figure this time you might really enjoy yourself, more than before. And you know what? Your husband doesn't even have to know we did it this time!"
Becky stood silently. She had expected this, and as a matter of fact, she had been half-hoping that it would happen. And Billy was right; she would not tell her husband unless he asked. Still, she needed to comment.
"He'll know. When you didn't finish that last time while you were behind me, it was obvious what you were planning." She hesitated as he remembered. "It was kind of interesting, actually, watching you trying to stuff your penis back into your trousers with it still being half hard." She giggled.
Billy laughed. This woman has sure changed. There's no doubt that she is ready to fuck me. "That'll be up to you if he knows. Whatever you and I do now, he will only know what you tell him, or admit."
Without waiting for her reply, Billy unrolled the blanket that had been tied to the rear of his saddle. Becky had actually been sitting on it most of the way. They had shade under that tree, and that is where Billy carefully spread out the blanket. "Our little love nest," he joked. He seemed to think about it, and added, "If you want to say that you love me, or anything like that while we're doing it, I won't mind. Your husband will never know."
Becky nodded, not necessarily in agreement, but letting Billy know that she had understood what he was saying. Silently, Becky removed her dress. She could have just pulled it up and taken off the panties, but instead she preferred to take it off. She knew that for easier access to her breasts that he would probably want it off, and by removing it, it would not get all wrinkled and maybe be even sweatier than it already was.
Billy admired her breasts as he pulled off his boots. The boots were long and had needed to come off in order to remove the pants. Nodding at her lower half, he smiled and unbuttoned his drawers.
Becky was surprised when she felt a tingle of excitement pulse through her body upon seeing Billy's penis. She could see that he was already growing as she bent over and dropped her panties. They were already soaked from her last adventure and as yet had not dried out. She knew that they would soon be soaked once again and wouldn't be dried out by the time she reached home.
Without being told, Becky lay down on the blanket, propped herself up with her elbows and asked, "How do you want to do it?" Upon uttering those words, Becky discovered that she really wanted to fuck, and knew that Billy would sense it. If Billy wanted to call it making love, or being in love, that was fine with her too. One more time, they would have one more wild and wicked fuck, and then Billy would be gone forever.
"Do it? What do you mean, Becky? Do you mean 'fuck' or 'make love?'"
Without embarrassment, she opened her legs wide and smiled at him. "How about both?"
Becky was not only willing but more than willing. This was to be her last time, her last chance to have a strange man to whom she was not married. If so, why not make the best of it? She wanted to build his ego and at the same time stimulate him.
"Billy, you know now that I don't have to say this, so you know that I mean it. I want to be fucked by you. I really do. And if I say 'I like your big cock,' you know it is because I mean it and not just because you like hearing it or told me to say it in front of my husband."
"Oh baby, I already know that you like my big dick, and I plan to do just that!" Grinning down at Becky, he studied the area between her legs. She looked shiny, opened and wet. His penis tingled and continued to stiffen even more. In response to his looking, she opened her legs even wider and returned his grin with a sly, impish smile. Becky even cocked her head to one side and tried to look coy.
It worked. She looked more inviting than anything or anyone he had ever seen. This was an amazing change, he thought, from the quiet and shy housewife that he had been introduced to. First impressions, apparently, could be very misleading.
At that exact moment, while his wife was drooling over Billy's penis in anticipation, Jeb was sitting stiffly upright on their wooden bench. In his mind he was calculating, and figuring that Billy and his wife had reached the high point right about now. What are they doing, and how many times will they do it, he was thinking? Will Becky say and do things with Billy now that she was afraid to say or do with me watching? How many times will she come and will she admit it to me? The fact that Becky would reach climax was never in doubt in his mind, but how many, and how strong?
Becky smiled and watched Billy's half-erect penis sway from side to side as Billy carried his trousers over and laid them over a fallen log. He placed his boots beside the log and from about ten feet away he stared over at Becky and studied her pussy. No need to put my mouth on that, he decided. No doubt that she is ready. His penis was rising, and he wanted simply to be in her. He could see that Becky was posing for him, actually displaying herself in a wanton manner. In exchange, he gripped his penis and displayed it for her by slowly pulling the skin back off the head, exposing it, and then running the skin back and forth. The gleam in her eyes told him that she was enjoying his activity. In passing, he thought, 'her hole really does look a little bigger than it did the first time I saw it. Maybe I did change her from having a right tight hole.'
She was happy when he said, "I'll just get on top and do the work."
'Good,' she thought, 'I don't have to put my mouth on him again. I'd rather he fuck me so I can feel him.' Becky was already turned on, and she didn't need any stimulation. She would even kiss him now, with pleasure. Billy was keeping his word, and she was thankful for that.
Their minds were in sync with one another. They wanted to fuck, and all other considerations were being thrust aside.
When he approached her with his penis swaying, Becky changed her mind, pointed at her mouth and said, "wait, bring it here."
Grinning, Billy made a show of walking his penis over towards her. Grinning, she sat full upright and as she opened wide he walked his penis into her mouth. She looked up at him and removed her mouth, "Just for a second, I want to try this again."
It was a feeling that Becky could not understand. It didn't make sense, but Becky now felt as if she was in love with Billy. Holding his penis lovingly with both hands, she sucked his penis exactly in the way she would do if she were in love with it. She ran her tongue all around the head, and then nibbled up and down the sides of his shaft like you would eat an ear of corn.
"That feels good. I thought you didn't know how to do this. Where'd you learn that, he giggled?
She smiled up at him. "I didn't. I never did this with my husband. I just thought of it now and wanted to see how you liked it."
"When you say you never did it with Jeb, you mean nibbled on him, or never kissed it?
Becky was happy, in a way, that she was able to tell Billy that he had been the first. "I had never 'kissed' my husband there. You were first, and then Jeb on the bench."
"Makes me happy," Billy said softly as he reached down and caressed Becky on the side of her head.
Inwardly, Billy was pleased. He still couldn't believe it. What a change he had brought about with this little housewife. She had gone from being innocent to almost acting like a slut. She had been sucked, told to suck and then fucked, and now she wanted more, and was showing her desire by giving him a great blowjob.
Maybe she would swallow like she had done for her husband, but Billy wanted to be inside her when he climaxed. For the last time with her he wanted to lie beside and then over her. This needed to be not only physical, but also romantic. With her mouth down there on his penis, it was kind of hard to be 'romantic.' And then she once again surprised him. "Do you want to know something else, a secret?"
"Honey, I would love to hear it."
"You were the first another way too."
Billy was elated. "How's that?
"I never reached. Before you I never had, what do you call it?"
"Your climax? An orgasm you're talking about? You never came before?"
She looked sheepish. "I never felt that before, until you put your tongue on me. And then later, I did it again with your tongue and twice with you inside me."
Billy took her hand within his. "So you came four times then." He said it as a fact, not a question.
"Yes."
"I knew you were coming. I felt it when you were twitching pretty good and making lots of noise. But I didn't know it was your first time, or times." Becky nodded and looked into his eyes with what resembled a smile of thanks. "And your husband, Jeb, he saw you coming with me too. I wonder how he is going to feel about that."
Becky's eyes dropped. "It probably hurt his feelings. He almost made me, got me there a few times, but he didn't last long enough."
"Well, I've had a lot more experience with women, so give him some time."
This was another strange moment for Becky in a day filled with strange moments. Billy is talking to me like someone whom is trying to aid my marriage. How weird!
Then Billy surprised her further. "I'd like nothing better than to be married to you. Jeb's a lucky man." Billy lay down beside her instead of immediately mounting. He placed his left arm under her head, forming a pillow for her and then kissed her. Becky responded slowly at first with little whimpering sounds from her throat. Then the kiss became more intense, and she met his tongue with hers passionately. Lifting his head after several seconds, he looked into her eyes and said, "You know that I could easily fall in love with you if circumstances were different, don't you?"
He was waiting for an 'I could love you too' answer as his hand caressed her left breast. Instead, he heard, "Yes, I know."
He waited hopefully to see if she would respond with a further comment to him, but she remained silent. Becky liked this man now, but she loved Jeb. If Billy lived in the area she might keep him on the side for fucking if she could keep it a secret, but she loved her husband.
He played with her breast, kissed her and said, "You like this, don't you," as he smiled at her?
"Yes." Becky tried to tone down the 'love' part by adding; "I like being in bed with you."
That was all she said, or had time to say. They weren't exactly in bed, but this was the same thing. She had said 'bed' when she meant 'I like fucking you.'
After kissing Becky once more and fondling her upper and lower body, he rolled on top of her. Keeping his weight off her body for the most part, Billy entered her quickly His penis seemed to know exactly where to go and had found its way to her vagina and points beyond. He was still maybe too big, but she was already wet and ready. With no one to hear now except Billy she groaned loudly and wrapped her arms around him.
Once again they went at one another. Uninhibited now, Becky began moaning steadily. She clawed at Billy, leaving marks across his buttocks and began humping her hips to meet his strokes. A full minute of continuous humping passed, then two.
Once again she used that phrase from nowhere, and she used it loudly. "Fuck me you animal!" Becky was getting so close. Another minute and Becky would be there. She pulled his head down so that they could kiss. Billy responded, but he was working hard now. His hips were thrusting rapidly, and he needed to breathe. He kissed her, then raised his head so that he could watch her face as he gave her all he had to offer with each stroke.
Becky had her eyes closed and was in dreamland. Billy was fucking her so hard that he was almost banging into her pubic mound. Somehow, despite his length, it wasn't hurting. She had wanted romance, but this was physical, absolutely. But Becky was going to come again, and she knew, this time it would be the best ever.
"You're going to make me come again!"
Becky moaned and began to raise her legs even higher as Billy gave her two more strokes. She gripped his ass tightly with her fingers. He had wanted her to say 'I love you' and she was about to say it. Suddenly, as her hips had just thrust upwards, Billy was gone, torn from her arms! Billy had been deep within her and now she was empty. Cooler air displaced the space where Billy had been.
With her legs still opened wide and high in the air, Becky opened her eyes in disbelief, and saw several painted faces staring down at her! They had feathers and two of them were holding Billy upright by the arms. Billy was directly over her, and his penis was still totally erect and waving to and fro. The Indians all stared at Billy's penis and then down at her.
This was like a dream. It didn't seem possible, could not be real. It took a few seconds to register as almost a dozen Indians stared at her sweating body. Then, realizing how exposed she was Becky quickly closed her legs, put her heels on the ground and sat up.
As she quickly sat up, the Indians moved Billy back, or her head would have impacted his penis.
Just like that, in an instance, things had changed dramatically. It was Bear Claw and several members of his tribe. She had been 'saved' by friends, and Becky would have to act the part. For the moment though, all they knew was that she was away from home and had been fucking a stranger. If they thought that maybe she was sneaking a fuck, why had they grabbed Billy, she wondered?
They were binding a still naked Billy's arms behind him, and when he tried to resist, they hit him savagely. He screamed in pain and then passed out. They released him and his body fell to the ground. His penis, now half erect, fell across his left leg. Becky looked away from the horror. Whatever it was, they definitely had it in for Billy.
Becky was standing now with her legs pressed together and her arms across her breasts. It was a futile effort since so much of her had been openly revealed, but she did so anyway. She saw that the Indians had picked Billy up and were dragging him away.
When Becky looked questioningly into Bear Claw's eyes, he began to speak. "He sold us weapons that would not fire. Many of my men died today."
Now Becky knew, Billy was a gunrunner! He had caused men to die. She knew there was nothing she could do to save Billy. All she could do now was 'save face.' She had to explain, to tell her story. Fortunately, Billy was unconscious.
"He came into our house and, and we invited him to eat. And then he hit my husband from behind. He left Jeb tied up at our cabin and said that I must do all he wanted if Jeb was going to live," she began explaining.
They had seen her under Billy, and she had been responding with passion. How could she explain that? They must have been able to tell that she was enjoying it.
"I was pretending.trying to please him." she continued, weakly.
Bear Claw spared her from having to explain. He had seen many moons and knew the ways of the flesh and how weak it was. His answer saved her from having to apologize. "You too were paid a visit by the man who speaks with a forked tongue. He will pay many ways for this, and for what he has done to you and your man."
Becky knew there was nothing she could do for Billy. He was a goner. Jeb had told her about the Indian ways. They would torture him, keeping him alive for maybe days before they allowed him to die.
"I guess you have to do what you must," Becky said as she pulled her dress over her head in order to cover her body before pulling on her panties. "I am sorry that your men died today." The tribesmen were still looking at her, but their eyes looked more normal now and not lustful like before. As a matter of fact, they seemed to be looking at her with some kind of respect. They were throwing an unconscious Billy over a horse on his stomach and tying him on.
"You are a good woman, Becky. A good wife to your man."
"Thank you." Becky could only smile and hope that Bear Claw truly meant it. She had tears in her eyes and made sure that Bear Claw could see them as she wiped one away.
"I will have one of my warriors take you home."
Becky hung her head, then looked Bear Claw in the eyes. "That would be nice, thank you," she said softly. She tried to smile, but could not truly meet his eyes with hers.
Bear Claw turned to a warrior that Becky thought might be one of Bear Claw's sons.
He spoke in Indian, but Becky knew Bear Claw was giving directions.
"Running Wolf, you take Jeb's woman home. We will meet you back at the camp."
Nodding, Running Wolf led his horse over to Becky and leaping, threw his leg over the horse and sat upright. There was no saddle, and Bear Claw reached down and without exerting any apparent effort helped Becky upwards as she mounted and sat behind Running Wolf.
Becky waved and tried to smile as she looked back. The tribesmen were already riding off in the other direction, and she could see that Billy was still unconscious as his body laid over the horse they were leading. His saddled horse was following behind.
There was no way they would think that she had not been an active participant and enjoying Billy's cock. Even from this distance, she could make out the red welts her fingernails had left on his buttocks. Would a woman being 'raped' leave marks like that?
She wondered what the women of the tribe would think when they saw Billy's butt. Then she wondered what they might think when Billy was pulled off the horse and his cock was exposed. And of course there would be the giggling and speculation that might ensue when the tribesmen filled their squaws in on how they had 'found' Billy.
But Becky only had a moment to think those thoughts because she was now alone with a strange man for the second time in her married life. Between her legs Becky could feel the muscles of the horse as she rode bareback. This time she had no blanket, let alone a saddle to sit on. She had to hold on tight to Running Wolf because her legs just weren't strong enough and long enough to wrap around the sides of this horse.
They rode silently, at a slow trot so that Becky could hang on. Becky had her hands on bare flesh, his stomach. Running Wolf was wearing only a loincloth, and her hands were just inches from touching him there.
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Jeb was remembering one specific thing. Billy fucked Becky from the rear while she sucked me to orgasm. When she had begun dressing, Jeb remembered, Billy just sat there allowing his erection to go down while he watched her put on panties and a dress.
That erection, though it had gone down, was probably not going to be ignored! As Billy tugged his trousers on and stuffed about six or more inches of softened but leftover penis inside his pants, Jeb and Becky had exchanged glances. Billy had finished with an unsatisfied erection and allowed it to go down. Both Jeb and Becky knew she would be readily accessible if Billy decided to take her again before he turned her loose. As a matter of fact, they knew that Billy would fuck her at least once more.
Jeb had asked them to place his pants back into place. "I don't want to be seen like this if anyone else should enter the house," he had said. They had restored his clothes as a team and then began putting on their shoes and boots. After they both had dressed and gone to the outhouse, Billy had taken Becky to the barn with him while he saddled his steed. Regardless, there was nothing Jeb could do as he heard Billy's horse trotting off. My wife is riding off with a strange man on his horse.
But how strange could Billy be thought of now? He knows my wife, at least her body he does, better than I do since he has been farther inside her than I can go, plus he has put his mouth on her pussy. And not only that, Billy has seen my penis, both when it is soft and when it is erect. Billy can hardly be considered a stranger any longer.
Billy had added additional rawhide to his bindings, and with the bench as his captor, Billy could not slide it close enough to anything that might allow him to cut his ties. Seated upright on the bench like this, Jeb couldn't get his hands anywhere near anything in order to do so. All he could do was wait.
Jeb looked down at himself. He could feel his penis in his pants. It was soft, but still dripping. An image of Becky formed in his mind, of her face during a previous time. Would things still be the same between them? Could they ever? Then an image of Becky's vagina being stretched, while all the while she was gasping and moaning and wrapping everything she had around Billy came into his head. And of course that had all resulted in her having an orgasm, or maybe two or more. Jeb sighed. He knew that it could never be quite the same. ?
Becky rode with her body pressed up against Billy. She had to in order to hang on with her arms around his waist. She was sweaty and the horse was sweaty under her. She was happy that Billy was riding slowly, even though he might want to 'get away.' Of course, the longer they took to get to the place where he would drop her off, the further the distance and the longer it would take for her to walk home. Though she dreaded all that might be said, Becky needed to get home and release her husband, and comfort him.
Stretching, Becky threw both her arms behind her and one of her hands hit a saddle bag. Then she began thinking about how carefully Billy had been carrying his saddlebags from the house to the barn, and then placing and tying them on the back of the horse they were riding. 'Is there something in these bags worth having, she thought?'
Placing one arm back around Billy, Becky began feeling around with her right hand, and managed to slip it under the flap. She dug down, and her hand hit a small leather pouch. She squeezed it with two fingers, and could tell that it was filled with coins. She felt around further, and felt two more bags.
'He won't miss one, at least not right away. And when he does, he might not dare come back for it.' Becky was thinking ahead. This man had something to hide for sure. His very actions said so. If he has three bags of coins, maybe more, he must be into something illegal, and he certainly won't be telling any Sheriff's.
Becky had pulled one coin pouch up and out of the saddlebag now, and she was looking for a place where she could drop or toss it and easily find it later, when she would be walking home alone.
There, ahead, that fallen tree. Becky waited, and as their horse passed the tree trunk, she carefully, so that Billy would not detect her movement, tossed the bag far enough to the side that it went behind the tree trunk. Back there, there was no possibility that if, on the slight chance that anyone else came this way, they would spot it.
Becky smiled. Billy had three bags of coins that I could feel, hopefully the one I took has something valuable inside.
Finally, they reached the top of a rise. There were a few trees, and from here you could see all the way back to the farm, a distance of two miles, maybe a little further. In the other direction that Billy planned to take, the road disappeared into trees a hundred feet further on as it slowly went down into a valley and back to the river that flowed near their ranch and took the long way around the hill.
"Get down," Becky swung her leg backwards and slid deftly off the horse. She knew how to ride, and had no problem dismounting without assistance. Billy dismounted and the first thing he did was to offer her a drink of water from his canteen. Becky drank gratefully.
"Now we're alone. You don't have to 'worry' about your husband. You know that he is going to survive, and you know that all you have to do is walk home. So let's get it on one more time. I figure this time you might really enjoy yourself, more than before. And you know what? Your husband doesn't even have to know we did it this time!"
Becky stood silently. She had expected this, and as a matter of fact, she had been half-hoping that it would happen. And Billy was right; she would not tell her husband unless he asked. Still, she needed to comment.
"He'll know. When you didn't finish that last time while you were behind me, it was obvious what you were planning." She hesitated as he remembered. "It was kind of interesting, actually, watching you trying to stuff your penis back into your trousers with it still being half hard." She giggled.
Billy laughed. This woman has sure changed. There's no doubt that she is ready to fuck me. "That'll be up to you if he knows. Whatever you and I do now, he will only know what you tell him, or admit."
Without waiting for her reply, Billy unrolled the blanket that had been tied to the rear of his saddle. Becky had actually been sitting on it most of the way. They had shade under that tree, and that is where Billy carefully spread out the blanket. "Our little love nest," he joked. He seemed to think about it, and added, "If you want to say that you love me, or anything like that while we're doing it, I won't mind. Your husband will never know."
Becky nodded, not necessarily in agreement, but letting Billy know that she had understood what he was saying. Silently, Becky removed her dress. She could have just pulled it up and taken off the panties, but instead she preferred to take it off. She knew that for easier access to her breasts that he would probably want it off, and by removing it, it would not get all wrinkled and maybe be even sweatier than it already was.
Billy admired her breasts as he pulled off his boots. The boots were long and had needed to come off in order to remove the pants. Nodding at her lower half, he smiled and unbuttoned his drawers.
Becky was surprised when she felt a tingle of excitement pulse through her body upon seeing Billy's penis. She could see that he was already growing as she bent over and dropped her panties. They were already soaked from her last adventure and as yet had not dried out. She knew that they would soon be soaked once again and wouldn't be dried out by the time she reached home.
Without being told, Becky lay down on the blanket, propped herself up with her elbows and asked, "How do you want to do it?" Upon uttering those words, Becky discovered that she really wanted to fuck, and knew that Billy would sense it. If Billy wanted to call it making love, or being in love, that was fine with her too. One more time, they would have one more wild and wicked fuck, and then Billy would be gone forever.
"Do it? What do you mean, Becky? Do you mean 'fuck' or 'make love?'"
Without embarrassment, she opened her legs wide and smiled at him. "How about both?"
Becky was not only willing but more than willing. This was to be her last time, her last chance to have a strange man to whom she was not married. If so, why not make the best of it? She wanted to build his ego and at the same time stimulate him.
"Billy, you know now that I don't have to say this, so you know that I mean it. I want to be fucked by you. I really do. And if I say 'I like your big cock,' you know it is because I mean it and not just because you like hearing it or told me to say it in front of my husband."
"Oh baby, I already know that you like my big dick, and I plan to do just that!" Grinning down at Becky, he studied the area between her legs. She looked shiny, opened and wet. His penis tingled and continued to stiffen even more. In response to his looking, she opened her legs even wider and returned his grin with a sly, impish smile. Becky even cocked her head to one side and tried to look coy.
It worked. She looked more inviting than anything or anyone he had ever seen. This was an amazing change, he thought, from the quiet and shy housewife that he had been introduced to. First impressions, apparently, could be very misleading.
At that exact moment, while his wife was drooling over Billy's penis in anticipation, Jeb was sitting stiffly upright on their wooden bench. In his mind he was calculating, and figuring that Billy and his wife had reached the high point right about now. What are they doing, and how many times will they do it, he was thinking? Will Becky say and do things with Billy now that she was afraid to say or do with me watching? How many times will she come and will she admit it to me? The fact that Becky would reach climax was never in doubt in his mind, but how many, and how strong?
Becky smiled and watched Billy's half-erect penis sway from side to side as Billy carried his trousers over and laid them over a fallen log. He placed his boots beside the log and from about ten feet away he stared over at Becky and studied her pussy. No need to put my mouth on that, he decided. No doubt that she is ready. His penis was rising, and he wanted simply to be in her. He could see that Becky was posing for him, actually displaying herself in a wanton manner. In exchange, he gripped his penis and displayed it for her by slowly pulling the skin back off the head, exposing it, and then running the skin back and forth. The gleam in her eyes told him that she was enjoying his activity. In passing, he thought, 'her hole really does look a little bigger than it did the first time I saw it. Maybe I did change her from having a right tight hole.'
She was happy when he said, "I'll just get on top and do the work."
'Good,' she thought, 'I don't have to put my mouth on him again. I'd rather he fuck me so I can feel him.' Becky was already turned on, and she didn't need any stimulation. She would even kiss him now, with pleasure. Billy was keeping his word, and she was thankful for that.
Their minds were in sync with one another. They wanted to fuck, and all other considerations were being thrust aside.
When he approached her with his penis swaying, Becky changed her mind, pointed at her mouth and said, "wait, bring it here."
Grinning, Billy made a show of walking his penis over towards her. Grinning, she sat full upright and as she opened wide he walked his penis into her mouth. She looked up at him and removed her mouth, "Just for a second, I want to try this again."
It was a feeling that Becky could not understand. It didn't make sense, but Becky now felt as if she was in love with Billy. Holding his penis lovingly with both hands, she sucked his penis exactly in the way she would do if she were in love with it. She ran her tongue all around the head, and then nibbled up and down the sides of his shaft like you would eat an ear of corn.
"That feels good. I thought you didn't know how to do this. Where'd you learn that, he giggled?
She smiled up at him. "I didn't. I never did this with my husband. I just thought of it now and wanted to see how you liked it."
"When you say you never did it with Jeb, you mean nibbled on him, or never kissed it?
Becky was happy, in a way, that she was able to tell Billy that he had been the first. "I had never 'kissed' my husband there. You were first, and then Jeb on the bench."
"Makes me happy," Billy said softly as he reached down and caressed Becky on the side of her head.
Inwardly, Billy was pleased. He still couldn't believe it. What a change he had brought about with this little housewife. She had gone from being innocent to almost acting like a slut. She had been sucked, told to suck and then fucked, and now she wanted more, and was showing her desire by giving him a great blowjob.
Maybe she would swallow like she had done for her husband, but Billy wanted to be inside her when he climaxed. For the last time with her he wanted to lie beside and then over her. This needed to be not only physical, but also romantic. With her mouth down there on his penis, it was kind of hard to be 'romantic.' And then she once again surprised him. "Do you want to know something else, a secret?"
"Honey, I would love to hear it."
"You were the first another way too."
Billy was elated. "How's that?
"I never reached. Before you I never had, what do you call it?"
"Your climax? An orgasm you're talking about? You never came before?"
She looked sheepish. "I never felt that before, until you put your tongue on me. And then later, I did it again with your tongue and twice with you inside me."
Billy took her hand within his. "So you came four times then." He said it as a fact, not a question.
"Yes."
"I knew you were coming. I felt it when you were twitching pretty good and making lots of noise. But I didn't know it was your first time, or times." Becky nodded and looked into his eyes with what resembled a smile of thanks. "And your husband, Jeb, he saw you coming with me too. I wonder how he is going to feel about that."
Becky's eyes dropped. "It probably hurt his feelings. He almost made me, got me there a few times, but he didn't last long enough."
"Well, I've had a lot more experience with women, so give him some time."
This was another strange moment for Becky in a day filled with strange moments. Billy is talking to me like someone whom is trying to aid my marriage. How weird!
Then Billy surprised her further. "I'd like nothing better than to be married to you. Jeb's a lucky man." Billy lay down beside her instead of immediately mounting. He placed his left arm under her head, forming a pillow for her and then kissed her. Becky responded slowly at first with little whimpering sounds from her throat. Then the kiss became more intense, and she met his tongue with hers passionately. Lifting his head after several seconds, he looked into her eyes and said, "You know that I could easily fall in love with you if circumstances were different, don't you?"
He was waiting for an 'I could love you too' answer as his hand caressed her left breast. Instead, he heard, "Yes, I know."
He waited hopefully to see if she would respond with a further comment to him, but she remained silent. Becky liked this man now, but she loved Jeb. If Billy lived in the area she might keep him on the side for fucking if she could keep it a secret, but she loved her husband.
He played with her breast, kissed her and said, "You like this, don't you," as he smiled at her?
"Yes." Becky tried to tone down the 'love' part by adding; "I like being in bed with you."
That was all she said, or had time to say. They weren't exactly in bed, but this was the same thing. She had said 'bed' when she meant 'I like fucking you.'
After kissing Becky once more and fondling her upper and lower body, he rolled on top of her. Keeping his weight off her body for the most part, Billy entered her quickly His penis seemed to know exactly where to go and had found its way to her vagina and points beyond. He was still maybe too big, but she was already wet and ready. With no one to hear now except Billy she groaned loudly and wrapped her arms around him.
Once again they went at one another. Uninhibited now, Becky began moaning steadily. She clawed at Billy, leaving marks across his buttocks and began humping her hips to meet his strokes. A full minute of continuous humping passed, then two.
Once again she used that phrase from nowhere, and she used it loudly. "Fuck me you animal!" Becky was getting so close. Another minute and Becky would be there. She pulled his head down so that they could kiss. Billy responded, but he was working hard now. His hips were thrusting rapidly, and he needed to breathe. He kissed her, then raised his head so that he could watch her face as he gave her all he had to offer with each stroke.
Becky had her eyes closed and was in dreamland. Billy was fucking her so hard that he was almost banging into her pubic mound. Somehow, despite his length, it wasn't hurting. She had wanted romance, but this was physical, absolutely. But Becky was going to come again, and she knew, this time it would be the best ever.
"You're going to make me come again!"
Becky moaned and began to raise her legs even higher as Billy gave her two more strokes. She gripped his ass tightly with her fingers. He had wanted her to say 'I love you' and she was about to say it. Suddenly, as her hips had just thrust upwards, Billy was gone, torn from her arms! Billy had been deep within her and now she was empty. Cooler air displaced the space where Billy had been.
With her legs still opened wide and high in the air, Becky opened her eyes in disbelief, and saw several painted faces staring down at her! They had feathers and two of them were holding Billy upright by the arms. Billy was directly over her, and his penis was still totally erect and waving to and fro. The Indians all stared at Billy's penis and then down at her.
This was like a dream. It didn't seem possible, could not be real. It took a few seconds to register as almost a dozen Indians stared at her sweating body. Then, realizing how exposed she was Becky quickly closed her legs, put her heels on the ground and sat up.
As she quickly sat up, the Indians moved Billy back, or her head would have impacted his penis.
Just like that, in an instance, things had changed dramatically. It was Bear Claw and several members of his tribe. She had been 'saved' by friends, and Becky would have to act the part. For the moment though, all they knew was that she was away from home and had been fucking a stranger. If they thought that maybe she was sneaking a fuck, why had they grabbed Billy, she wondered?
They were binding a still naked Billy's arms behind him, and when he tried to resist, they hit him savagely. He screamed in pain and then passed out. They released him and his body fell to the ground. His penis, now half erect, fell across his left leg. Becky looked away from the horror. Whatever it was, they definitely had it in for Billy.
Becky was standing now with her legs pressed together and her arms across her breasts. It was a futile effort since so much of her had been openly revealed, but she did so anyway. She saw that the Indians had picked Billy up and were dragging him away.
When Becky looked questioningly into Bear Claw's eyes, he began to speak. "He sold us weapons that would not fire. Many of my men died today."
Now Becky knew, Billy was a gunrunner! He had caused men to die. She knew there was nothing she could do to save Billy. All she could do now was 'save face.' She had to explain, to tell her story. Fortunately, Billy was unconscious.
"He came into our house and, and we invited him to eat. And then he hit my husband from behind. He left Jeb tied up at our cabin and said that I must do all he wanted if Jeb was going to live," she began explaining.
They had seen her under Billy, and she had been responding with passion. How could she explain that? They must have been able to tell that she was enjoying it.
"I was pretending.trying to please him." she continued, weakly.
Bear Claw spared her from having to explain. He had seen many moons and knew the ways of the flesh and how weak it was. His answer saved her from having to apologize. "You too were paid a visit by the man who speaks with a forked tongue. He will pay many ways for this, and for what he has done to you and your man."
Becky knew there was nothing she could do for Billy. He was a goner. Jeb had told her about the Indian ways. They would torture him, keeping him alive for maybe days before they allowed him to die.
"I guess you have to do what you must," Becky said as she pulled her dress over her head in order to cover her body before pulling on her panties. "I am sorry that your men died today." The tribesmen were still looking at her, but their eyes looked more normal now and not lustful like before. As a matter of fact, they seemed to be looking at her with some kind of respect. They were throwing an unconscious Billy over a horse on his stomach and tying him on.
"You are a good woman, Becky. A good wife to your man."
"Thank you." Becky could only smile and hope that Bear Claw truly meant it. She had tears in her eyes and made sure that Bear Claw could see them as she wiped one away.
"I will have one of my warriors take you home."
Becky hung her head, then looked Bear Claw in the eyes. "That would be nice, thank you," she said softly. She tried to smile, but could not truly meet his eyes with hers.
Bear Claw turned to a warrior that Becky thought might be one of Bear Claw's sons.
He spoke in Indian, but Becky knew Bear Claw was giving directions.
"Running Wolf, you take Jeb's woman home. We will meet you back at the camp."
Nodding, Running Wolf led his horse over to Becky and leaping, threw his leg over the horse and sat upright. There was no saddle, and Bear Claw reached down and without exerting any apparent effort helped Becky upwards as she mounted and sat behind Running Wolf.
Becky waved and tried to smile as she looked back. The tribesmen were already riding off in the other direction, and she could see that Billy was still unconscious as his body laid over the horse they were leading. His saddled horse was following behind.
There was no way they would think that she had not been an active participant and enjoying Billy's cock. Even from this distance, she could make out the red welts her fingernails had left on his buttocks. Would a woman being 'raped' leave marks like that?
She wondered what the women of the tribe would think when they saw Billy's butt. Then she wondered what they might think when Billy was pulled off the horse and his cock was exposed. And of course there would be the giggling and speculation that might ensue when the tribesmen filled their squaws in on how they had 'found' Billy.
But Becky only had a moment to think those thoughts because she was now alone with a strange man for the second time in her married life. Between her legs Becky could feel the muscles of the horse as she rode bareback. This time she had no blanket, let alone a saddle to sit on. She had to hold on tight to Running Wolf because her legs just weren't strong enough and long enough to wrap around the sides of this horse.
They rode silently, at a slow trot so that Becky could hang on. Becky had her hands on bare flesh, his stomach. Running Wolf was wearing only a loincloth, and her hands were just inches from touching him there.
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