Wednesday, 22 August 2012

BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

I am Wilfred Warren and this is my true story of what 
happened to me when I got my first job.

At twenty-seven, fresh from MBA school back east and 
newly married to my childhood sweetheart, I accepted a 
job with a firm in Fort Worth, Texas - "Cowtown" they 
call it. I had never been west of the Appalachians. My 
employer was a conglomerate owned by a big rancher and 
businessman named Jefferson McDuff III.  

My darling wife, Sheila, was twenty-five. We began 
dating when she was

only sixteen and I was the only man she had ever been 
with. About five three, with a fabulous body, her 
measurements were 36C - 22 - 37. Her best feature, I 
thought, was her wonderful ass, which was hard yet soft, 
jutting and inviting. Her brown hair was to her 
shoulders and she had a sweet smile and big brown eyes. 
Our sex life was good but not great. 

With some pushing, she would suck my cock and once I had 
been up her ass once but she really did not like it. I 
had tried to get her to open up by to no avail. I had 
been faithful to her during our relationship except when 
I was out of town. Out of town, I was on my own and I 
had scored every time. 

I had been at work only two weeks when my boss, Ralph, 
told me Mac, as everyone called Mr. McDuff, was throwing 
a big barbeque and dance at his ranch. Sheila and I had 
been invited to go. 

Ralph, and his wife, Mary Lou, took Sheila and me 
shopping on Saturday for western wear. We got boots and 
shirts, hats and belt buckles, the whole shooting match. 
Sheila decided on a western blouse and skirt, rather 
than jeans. 

As we shopped, I saw Sheila's eyes were wide with sexual 
excitement. I remembered the only sexual fantasy she had 
ever mentioned was to be a cowgirl and have the cowboys 
fuck her until she could not walk. I wondered what the 
party would bring. 

I had heard McDuff was a wild man, particularly with the 
ladies. In fact, the story was any husband of a woman 
who fell into his bed was rewarded by faster promotions 
and additional compensation unless the husband 
complained. 

They told the story of a husband who did complain, 
attacking McDuff when he found him fucking his 
beautiful, young wife. McDuff beat the hell of out the 
cuckold husband, tied him to a fence post, and made him 
watch as McDuff, most of the ranch hands, and several 
company executives, fucked the guy's wife to oblivion. 
The guy lost his job and his wife, who stayed on as 
McDuff's personal slut. 

The day of the big party, Sheila was high was 
anticipation. I kissed her as she stood in front of the 
mirror, admiring herself. 

"You seem very excited," I said calmly.

"Oh, Wil, I am going to a real western dance with real 
cowboys! Can you imagine! Real cowboys!"

"You're not thinking of fucking a real cowboy, are you?" 

"What do you mean?" she asked wide eyed. I could tell 
she knew exactly what I meant. 

"Are you thinking of committing adultery today with a 
cowboy?"

"Wil... I love you very much..."

"And, I love you. Are you going to fuck somebody else 
today?"

Her expression became unsure, embarrassed. "It is just a 
fantasy. Nothing will happen. I am your sweet, loyal, 
little wife." 

"Baby, relax and enjoy. What happens, happens. Remember, 
I love you no matter what you do." 

She looked very quizzical as if she did understand. 
Then, a sexual, demanding look came over her face.

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure."

"My god, I love you, Wil. You are more man and more 
husband than any woman deserves."

"Just remember you said that," I replied, my eyes 
steely.

"I will. You remember I love you."

We were dressed and ready at three when Ralph and Mary 
Lou picked us up. As we waited, Sheila was twirling in 
front of that mirror. She looked like a wet dream. 

"What are you doing?" I asked innocently.

"I am not wearing panties. I was trying to see how hard 
I have to spin before someone could see my pussy."

As we drove to Mac's ranch in their car, Ralph and Mary 
Lou were happy and talkative. Soon, all four of us were 
babbling like old friends. 

"I hear McDuff likes to hustle the ladies," I said in a 
conversational tone. I saw a glance pass between Ralph 
and Mary Lou. Sheila quivered.

"You heard right," Ralph said with a hearty laugh, 
turning to his wife. "He really hustles them, doesn't 
he, Mary Lou?" 

She turned a beet red and ducked her face in 
embarrassment. When she looked at us, sexual desire 
oozed from her. 

"You two need to talk about how to handle things out 
here."

"Handle what?" I asked.

"Handle it when Mac wants to fuck Sheila." 

"We have talked. What happens, happens," Sheila said. 

Then, she looked at me questioningly. I squeezed her 
hand and winked.

"Wil, have you heard the stories about the husbands that 
challenged Mac?"

"Yes," I answered. "But, I don't believe it."

"Believe it. They are true. It has happened three times. 
Each time Mac beat the hell out of the husband, fucked 
the guy's wife while the guy watched, and took the wife 
away. Mac kept one. Her name is Sue Ann and you will 
meet her tonight. One decided to turn pro and is the 
biggest Madame in Fort Worth. And, the third was given 
by McDuff to a young man as a bonus for pulling off a 
big deal."

"When do we meet her?" Sheila asked.

"You already have," Ralph said as he looked at his wife. 
Again, Mary Lou blushed, but it was followed by a slutty 
grin that made my cock stiffen. 

I pulled Sheila to me and kissed her hard, slipping my 
hand up to her pussy. Her legs flew open. Her pussy was 
dripping. It was then I noticed she had shaved her bush. 
Yes, tonight would be interesting.

You might ask why a man would actually encourage his 
wife to fuck around. First, there was no way in hell I 
could stop her. Her mind was made up. Anyway, I wanted 
her to be wilder, more sexually open. This was a good 
way to do it. And, it could help me in my career. Last, 
it would give me some opportunities to play around. All 
in all it seemed like a good deal. By the time, the 
night was over I would realize what a good deal it 
really was. 

When we arrived at the ranch, probably fifty to sixty 
cars were parked in a field. We walked toward the sound 
of a country band and the smell of barbeque. Ralph and I 
left the woman talking to another couple as he led me 
towards a group.

"Howdy, Ralph, glad y'all could come. You must be Wil," 
he said, sticking out his hand. 

It was Mac McDuff and his handshake was commanding and 
dominant. Picture the Marlboro Man but bigger (six four, 
two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle), stronger, more 
handsome and more rugged with cold gray eyes that could 
twinkle when he wanted them to. And, the Marlboro Man 
was a pretty boy model. Mac had made a billion dollars 
starting as a high school dropout when he was fourteen. 
He was brilliant and ruthless. 

I was glad I had paved the way for him and my wife. I 
could tell he was exactly the type she would give 
herself to. 

"Wil, Ralph here tells me you know I'm going to fuck 
your wife and share her with some of the boys and you're 
okay with it?" 

Brutally blunt as I expected. 

"Yes, Mr. McDuff," I replied.

His eyes softened. "You'll go far, Wil. Do you want to 
watch when I break her or let her tell you about it 
later?"

"I wouldn't mind watching," I said.

"Done deal. Now, you boys have a drink and enjoy the 
party. Oh, and Wil, call me Mac. All my close friends 
do." 

He turned back to the guys he was talking to. We 
rejoined our wives. 

"Where were you?" Sheila whispered to me.

"Talking to Mac." 

She said nothing but her expression said volumes. I 
kissed her. 

"I gave my blessings to him fucking you." 

She shivered and her legs got weak. I think she orgasmed 
just from thinking about it. 

The next hour or so, we visited, just like any other 
party. The crowd were key people from the company I 
worked for, important clients, key personnel from the 
ranch or one of Mac's other companies and just other 
friends of his. Sheila had three drinks which was a lot 
for her. Then, Ralph pulled me aside.

"Mac is ready to take your wife. Do you want a woman 
while he does?"

"That would be nice," I said, my blood pressure soaring.

"You can have Sue Ann, Molly over there, or Mary Lou. I 
suggest Sue Ann. Molly is drunk and you can have Mary 
Lou any time. Just ask me." 

I told him Sue Ann. 

"Sue Ann it is. Remember, she is use to a dominant 
male." 

Ralph returned in just a minute with an adorable little 
blonde about five feet tall with an hourglass figure and 
huge tits. She had blonde hair to her waist pulled back 
in the longest ponytail, big dimples, a pert nose and 
pouty lips. 

"Hi, cowboy," she giggled. 

I pulled her to me, kissed her hard with my hand on her 
ass. I felt her give in my arms, surrendering, as I 
cupped her delicious breast. 

"Wow! If you fuck like you kiss, I am going to have a 
fun time," she said. 

I looked over Sue Ann's shoulder to see Sheila staring 
at me with a funny little smile. She knew her fun was 
about to begin. I motioned to her to come over and 
introduced her to Sue Ann. 

"I'll be fucking Sue Ann while Mac's fucking you," I 
said in my best, unemotional, conversational tone. 

"Wil, I did not expect you to... well, be having someone 
else, but, Wil... I-I..."

Sue Ann gave a little laugh. "Honey, no cowboy... no 
real cowboy... is going to let another cowboy fuck his 
heifer without some kind of comeback." The girls started 
talking, not noticing as Mac walked over to us. 

When Sheila looked up at Mac, her eyes glazed over like 
a deer in headlights, dazed and frozen. Sweat broke out 
on her chin. Nobody said a word. We all were mesmerized 
by the sexual dance taking place between Mac and my wife 
as he stared at her for probably a minute of two. I 
could hear the crowd becoming silent behind us at they 
became aware of what was happening.

When Mac reached for the lapel on her blouse, I saw it 
zipped rather than buttoned. He pulled the zipper down, 
unsnapped her bra and pulled the garments off her. She 
had not moved, not blinked, as he stripped her to the 
waist. He pulled down the zipper to her skirt, letting 
it fall to the ground. She was naked except for cowboy 
boots. When Mac caressed her breasts with both hands, 
Sheila began whimpering. 

To my knowledge only I had seen Sheila naked before this 
moment. Now, two hundred people were staring at her 
bounty. If she was embarrassed, it never showed. But, 
everyone could see, and smell, her love juice running 
down her thighs, coating them from crotch to knee. 

Mac put a leather collar around her neck, fastened it, 
attached a leash, turned and walked away. Sheila 
followed after him like a heifer on a halter, her hips 
swaying sexually. That little heifer was looking forward 
to being bred. 

"Come on, cowboy," Sue Ann said, pulling me with her. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the breeding barn."

The barn was a new, metal building with excellent 
lighting. There were stalls, tack hanging from the 
walls, all of the things you would expect on a working 
ranch plus some items which appeared to be designed for 
woman rather than cattle. There were horses in some of 
the stalls. A couple of cowboys rolled a leather bench 
into the middle of the big open space in the middle of 
the barn and locked the wheels down to keep it still. I 
noticed the bench had restraints built in. 

As we stood there, I let my hand wander up under Sue 
Ann's skirt. She was very cooperative, spreading her 
legs to let me play with her pussy. As my hand wandered 
over her ass, I felt something. I traced it with my 
hand. Sue Ann smiled up at me.

"Brand," she said.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It is a brand. A good cowboy always brands his stock so 
everyone knows that heifer belongs to him."

"All of Mac's women are branded?" I gasped. 

"Yes. All the keepers anyway. The ones he plans to trade 
or sell are still unbranded. The other cowboys brand 
their heifers, too." 

She acted like it was an everyday, ordinary occurrence. 
I had never considered it. I felt sure Sheila would not 
want to be branded because it is suppose to be extremely 
painful. I had to see Sue Ann's brand. As if she read my 
mind, Sue Ann raised her skirt to show me.

It was the letter M laying on its side. It clicked. Lazy 
M Enterprises was the company I worked for. Lazy M. His 
brand. 

When I looked back, Mac was over the table, pulling 
Sheila up on it by the leash, leading her as he would a 
heifer. I realized he had never spoken to her. He rolled 
her over on her back. 

Sheila's eyes were still glazed, her expression complete 
sexual desire and submission as he brought her hands 
over her head and bound them to the table. He attached 
the leash, holding her head flat. He bought her legs up, 
bent and bound them. She was now secure, her ass hanging 
out in mid air, legs up and open, pussy (and ass) ready 
and available. You could see her pussy juice oozing from 
her, literally running down her ass crack. 

When Mac dropped his jeans, his huge cock fell out. He 
looked around the room and smiled at a young woman. She 
looked up at her husband who nodded affirmatively. She 
ran to Mac, fell to her knees and sucked his cock in her 
mouth. With everyone else in the room, I watched it 
grow. 

One reason I did not mind my wife fucking around is I 
have a big cock - about eight and a half inches long and 
nice and thick. Since Sheila had never experienced 
another man, I felt having someone else would make her 
realize how good she had it with me. 

But, I was a midget compared to Mac. Hell! Those 
stallions in the corral were midgets compared to Mac.

I was sorry I had agreed but it was too late. Everyone 
could see his monster. Everyone but Sheila. She had no 
idea what was about to be shoved up her sweet pussy. 
Even as lubricated as she was, I hoped she would be 
alright.

Mac patted the girl sucking his cock on the head. She 
popped him out of her distended mouth, smiled and ran 
back to her husband. Mac lodged the tip of his monster 
cock in Sheila's fuck hole. He shuffled his feet, 
adjusted the angle, getting ready to fuck her. He 
grabbed her thighs for leverage. He slammed that monster 
in her with one hard thrust.

"GOD YESSS! OH YESSS!"

Sheila's back arched and her legs jerked like she had 
been given an electric charge. I had never seen her 
orgasm that strongly but her desire had been building 
all day. She was bouncing on the table, squirming, out 
of control in orgasm. I felt Sue Ann drop to her knees 
and pull my erection out. Her mouth was warm, her tongue 
active, as she sucked my cock, but, I never took my eyes 
off my wife.

Mac was not moving, letting Sheila do all the fucking. 
But, Sheila wanted to be pounded.

'FUCK ME! PLEASE, DON'T TEASE ME, I NEED IT SO... I NEED 
YOU TO FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Fuck me... fuck me..." Her 
voice drifted off into a sob.

Mac slowly pulled out, and, then back in, back and 
forth. Then, I heard it. He started to sing as he rammed 
that monster cock rhythmically in my wife's cunt.

"I am back in the saddle again. Out west, where a woman 
is to please.

Where all the women on their knees, for my big cock they 
do plead. Back in the saddle again."

The audience apparently had heard this one before. They 
joined in the chorus.

"Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in 
the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or 
slow. Back in the saddle again."

I felt my cock twitch, the sign I was ready to cum. I 
jammed both hands in Sue Ann's hair and began to fuck 
her face. She deep throated me once before I came a 
bucket in her mouth. She grabbed my legs to support me 
as I almost collapsed my orgasm was so strong. 

Mac's huge cock and steady rhythm had Sheila rigid now, 
quivering all over, her legs locking down in one 
continual spasm. I knew she was getting ready to have 
the most mind blowing orgasm ever. She was totally 
covered in her own sweat, as red as a lobster (or as 
they say in Texas, as a new borne Hereford), and the 
strain was evident.

"I am back in the saddle again. Where a heifer is a 
cowboy's best friend. Where you never are alone, with a 
heifer on your bone. Back in the saddle again."

Even I joined in the chorus this time, as I began to 
remove Sue Ann's blouse. 

"Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in 
the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or 
slow. Back in the saddle again."

"GOD MAC, PLEASE... PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! I NEED IT 
HARDER!" My little wife was begging him to slam her even 
more. But, Mac stopped, pulling back so only about two 
inches off cock plugged her pussy. She tried to get some 
action but her bondage kept her from getting more cock 
and drove her even crazier. 

"PLEASE... PLEASE! LET ME CUM! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"Slut, I want you to belong to me." 

"YESSS!"

"I want to brand you." 

"YES... PLEASE... ANYTHING!"

"What do you want?" 

"I WANT TO BE YOUR HEIFER! YOUR SLUT... WEAR YOUR 
BRAND... LEAD ME NAKED THROUGH THE STREETS OF FORT 
WORTH... SHOW THE WORLD YOU OWN ME... CONTROL ME! BUT, 
PLEASSSSEEEEE FUCK MEEEE!!"

"EEEEE YAHHHH HHHOOOO," he screamed as he began fucking 
her as fast as he could, driving his whole monster in 
her cunt. You could see his cock head push her belly out 
on the in strokes. If he had worn spurs, he would 
digging them into her, riding hell for leather.

Sheila's scream started like a train whistle a long way 
off, getting louder and louder as her skin got redder 
and redder and her back slowly arched until only her 
heels and shoulders touched the table. 

"YEEESSSS!!" 

When Sheila passed out, Mac stopped, a big, shit-eating 
grin on his face. There was sucking sound as he pulled 
his cock out of her. 

"Alright, cowboys. Let's breed this heifer." 

A man dragging his wife ran to Mac's side. He gave Mac 
his wife and slammed himself in Sheila. Mac pushed the 
wife to her knees, jammed his cock in her mouth and in a 
moment, started filling her like a grain truck filling a 
silo: a constant and heavy steam of matter. She must 
have swallowed ten times. 

A line was forming to fuck my wife. It was a long, long 
line.

Immediately, everyone in the place was naked and 
fucking. There seemed to be no rules except fuck as much 
as you wanted. I did it with eleven women before I 
collapsed in a corner. 

As I watched the others, I estimated eighty of the 
hundred women there were branded. I noticed many 
different brands, although almost half of the branded 
women, such as Sue Ann and Mary Lou, wore Mac's Lazy M. 
I also observed various other decorations such as nipple 
or pussy rings, some tattoos, ankle chains, and the 
like. It was an interesting group.

A couple of hours later, we were all out under the 
beautiful, clear sky, eating barbeque and drinking beer. 
Those that wanted to be naked were naked but some people 
had redressed. I was enjoying feeling the cool, dry air 
on my naked body. Mac came towards me. Sheila, naked 
except for her boots, followed him, her leash in his 
hand. 

"Hey Wil. Y'all watch my new heifer while I take a 
piss," Mac said with a big grin. I took the leash.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I obviously enjoyed him fucking me. I agreed to 
belong to him, to be his slut, to let him brand me."

"You were trying to orgasm. Those promises don't mean 
anything."

"Yes, they do," she said fiercely. "I am his slut! He is 
going to brand me! Oh, Wil, part of me will always 
belong to you. But, most of me belongs to Mac as of 
tonight. You are going to have to be happy with what 
little part of me Mac lets you have." 

She acted haughty and self righteous.

"You mean you are Mac's woman now? Just like that?" I 
snapped my fingers.

"Yes." She looked smug.

That really pissed me off! With a mean, nasty expression 
on my face, I pulled off her diamond engagement and 
wedding rings and jammed them in my pocket. 

"Since these do not mean anything, I will take them 
back."

Her lower lip quivered and tears formed.

"Wil..."

"Consider yourself divorced, slut!"

Just then, Ralph motioned to me. As I walked towards 
him, Sheila followed since I was holding her leash. 

"Mac wants to see you in the barn," he said. He winked 
at me. I trudged to the barn, ignoring Mac's new slut 
who was making little whiny noises as she followed me. 

Mac was over in the corner talking to a group of five 
women. When he saw us, he had the woman stand up against 
the wall, side by side. Each of the women was different 
but attractive. All were naked and had shaved pussies. 

"Slut, get up there with them," he said to Sheila. 

She gave him a funny look and hesitated. He had a quirt 
in his hand which he flicked against her thighs. She 
squealed and hurriedly complied, rubbing her red leg 
where the quirt caught her. 

"Now, Wil," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder, 
"we are men of the world and we are cowboys, so we 
understand livestock management."

"I understand you are stealing my wife," I said. 

His face got very angry. His hand crushed my shoulder 
and I felt the cold wind from his icy gray eyes.

"Wil," he said very softly and very menacingly, "here in 
Texas, we do not accuse another cowboy of rustling... 
not unless we are ready to defend our accusations with 
our lives. More than one cowboy died from accusing 
another cowboy of rustling. You did not mean to say I am 
a rustler, did you?"

"No. You are not a rustler..." 

He slapped me on the back real friendly like.

"Good. Now, a cowboy needs to build a large herd if he 
is to be successful. You have one very nice little 
heifer but you have only one. To help a good ole boy 
like you, I am willing to trade you any two of these 
other heifers for her. Of course, it is your decision. 
If you want to keep the one you have, you can. But, I 
recommend making this trade, son. I know ranchin' and I 
know livestock."

I looked at the six women standing there. Sheila had her 
mouth hanging open, obvious disbelief on her face. I 
guessed she had expected me to always be there in case 
she changed her mind and wanted to come back. The other 
five was all trying to look hot. They wanted to be 
selected. 

"Obviously," Mac continued, "the more heifers you own, 
the more feed you need. These others work and earn their 
own feed. And, they work sitting down, not laying down. 
The heifer you have does not earn her own feed. And, if 
we reach a trade, a nice little pay increase is yours 
from the company."

"Can I have a couple of hours to examine them?" I asked.

"Shit! Take all night." 

He slapped me on the back, grabbed Sheila's leash and 
walked away.

Sheila looked back at me with a sad, questioning 
expression.

One by one I started talking to the women, I mean, 
heifers. I knew all of them would be good fucks so I was 
interested in finding the right chemistry. None of them 
had the body Sheila did but all of them were nice 
indeed. I noticed all five were unbranded and knew they 
were part of Mac's herd he was willing to trade. I 
talked to each, taking my time, playing with their tits 
and their pussies. By the time I was finished, five 
beautiful women were dripping down their legs and 
begging me to fuck them. 

I made my decision. I was going to take Ida, who was the 
least attractive of the five but still very good 
looking. She had a good mind, a positive nature and a 
heart of gold. And, I took Yvonne, a dark haired, black 
eyed, exotic looking, half Chinese, half Greek mixture 
that made my cock stiff every time she smiled.

Attaching them to each other by their leashes, I led 
them out of the barn like some disjointed ten legged 
centipede.

Sheila was on all fours with Mac's cock buried in her 
ass. Him penetrating her virgin back hole must have been 
the screaming we heard when we were in the barn. I had 
thought someone was ringing a cat's neck. We joined the 
crowd watching my boss stretch my wife's ass hole to its 
limits. She had that look of total sexual happiness and 
surrender again. 

Then, he started to sing.

"I am back in the saddle again. Fucking all the heifers' 
rear ends. When I fuck them up their ass, their smile 
forever lasts. Back in the saddle again."

"Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in 
the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or 
slow. Back in the saddle again."

He stopped, feeling Sheila's ass spasm on his cock as 
she climaxed at least twice. He turned her around, 
jammed his cock in her mouth and filled her up. When she 
gagged from her own shit and pushed him away, he whipped 
that quirt across her breasts. Her mouth flew open and 
her tongue came out. When she had cleaned him to his 
satisfaction, he wiped his cock in her hair. He left her 
sitting on her sore ass, wiping his cum and specks of 
her shit from her lips. 

"Well, Wil, my boy, what did you decide?" he asked.

I could see Sheila behind him. She mouthed "please let 
me stay with you", begging me to keep her as Mac had 
indicated I could. Remember, it was only a few hours ago 
when she told me she belonged to Mac, not me. 

How things do change!

"You are right, Mac. I need at least two heifers in my 
herd. I will take Ida and Yvonne and call it square." 

"Damn good choices, Wil. I can see you are a good judge 
of livestock. I like that in my business people. People 
who can judge livestock can usually make good money in 
business. Let's go cinch the deal."

I separated Ida and Yvonne from the others, then tied 
their leashes to a hitching post. As Mac tied Sheila to 
the same post she reached for me. Mac flicked that quirt 
again, catching Sheila across her ass. She squealed, 
rubbing her red ass. 

"You belong to me, slut! Keep your hands off other 
cowboys without my permission!" 

His voice was cold and uncompromising. Sheila's tears 
began to roll. As Sheila cried, I kissed Ida and Yvonne 
long and hard, playing with their pussies as she 
watched. They both begged me to fuck them which made 
Sheila cry even more. 

Revenge is sweet!

Mac and I went into the office he maintained off the 
barn. 

"You know Sheila really wants to stay with you," he said 
evenly, a soft, gentle look in his eyes.

"Yes, I know. I would like to keep her... I really do 
love her, but, the slut said she belonged to you. If I 
do keep her, it will be on my terms." 

He laughed, a good, hearty deep laugh, but, he had a 
gleam in his eye. 

"Tell you what, boy, I like the hell out of you! I want 
you to keep her, but, you are right, you do need to 
teach her a lesson. I will give you Ida so you can have 
two of them. Another heifer competing for your attention 
all the time should keep your little slut on her toes." 
He chuckled.

"I see you took back the wedding ring. Keep it! Brand 
her instead! I took the liberty of having my foreman 
make a brand for you. I had a feeling something like 
this might come up."

He handed me a long piece of iron, one end bent round to 
form a handle, the other with my brand. It was a "WW". 

"I wanted to give you running Ws but that is used. You 
can call your brand 'Twin Doubleyous'. My people will 
register it with the Livestock Association in the 
morning."

I was stunned by his generosity and thanked him 
profusely.

"Now, let's go finish breaking that slut wife of yours." 

Sheila saw us coming, released her leash from the 
hitching post and ran towards us. Mac grabbed her arms, 
threw her over another hitching post and wrapped her 
leash around her ankles, effectively tying her over the 
hitching post with her ass up in the air.

"Gather round, cowboys!" Mac yelled. 

We quickly had a crowd. I had motioned for Ida and 
Yvonne to release themselves and join me. I had one on 
each side, my arms around them. They were pressed 
against me as hard as they could.

"Any of you slut heifers want to tell me why this one is 
going to get whipped?" 

Mac looked around and several hands shot in the air.

"Darlene?" he said, pointing to a tall, beautiful woman 
who was holding tightly to a short, ugly man.

"You tied her to a hitching post and she released 
herself without permission."

"Right!" Mac turned to Sheila. 

"Understand, little slut?" he asked menacingly. 

Sobbing, she shook her head "yes".

"Wil? Please!" she sobbed, begging me to intervene on 
her behalf. Mac looked at me and winked.

"You wanted to belong to Mac. To be his slut. Wear his 
brand. You got your wish. I would never interfere with 
another man's ranching. It just ain't done." 

"Ida, how many do you think she should get?" Mac asked.

Ida looked at me, then at Mac long and hard. 

"Just one, Mac. She didn't know the rule," she said very 
softly.

"You are a good woman, Ida, a fair woman," he replied. 
"I may have been mistaken trading you to Wil. But, a 
deal is a deal. One it is." 

Mac pulled back that quirt and laid it across Sheila ass 
and thighs. She screamed as her whole backside burst 
into the colors of a western sunset. She was sobbing 
uncontrollably as he released her.

"Rub it and you get another," Mac told her. 

Her eyes got big and she fought to keep her hands away 
from her burning ass.

The crowd broke up. Obviously, all the heifers had been 
required to watch so they would remember that punishment 
when it was needed was part of a heifer's life. I saw 
Sheila ask Mac for permission to talk to me. Her face 
was sad, eyes swollen and red from crying. But, her 
voice was eager. 

"I do not want to belong to Mac. I want to belong to 
you, Wil. You are my husband." 

"You came here tonight to fuck Mac, to give yourself to 
him. And, you gave yourself to him much more than you 
ever gave yourself to me. You got what you wanted. Now, 
I am going to get what I want: two wild, wonderful, 
sexual, women to take care of me. Anyway. I divorced 
you. Remember?" 

"Keep me! Please! I can be wild and wonderful. I will 
be. From now on. I promise, Wil!"

"No, Sheila. I am happy with Yvonne and Ida. But, we can 
see each other at the company picnics."

I walked away. I could see her crying and talking to 
Mac. It was ten minutes when Mac motioned to me. 

"Cowboy, let's cut a trade! This little slut heifer 
really wants to be with you. She is very happy and 
willing to do this trade, aren't you?" 

Sheila, wiping tears away, nodded her head eagerly as if 
she were desperate for me to accept it. 

"Wil, you get Sheila and Ida. I get Sheila two nights a 
month and Ida three nights. I keep Yvonne. When I take 
one of yours you can have Yvonne or one of my other 
heifers." 

"Well, Mac. You know livestock better than I do, but, 
this heifer (I pointed to Sheila) has been real 
difficult. She may not be trainable. Anyway, Yvonne 
loves to get down and suckle a cowboy's short leg. This 
one..." 

As I pointed to Sheila, she dropped to her knees and 
began sucking on my cock. Mac winked at me.

"True, she has been difficult," Mac said. "But, I think 
Sheila here now understands the difference between a 
regular, Yankee-type slut and a good ole' Texas slut 
heifer, who knows who her cowboy is and stays within his 
fence line."

Mac threw his arm around me. 

"She-it! Let's grab a cold one and talk some more." 

My cock popped out of Sheila's mouth as we walked away, 
my erection pointing us towards the beer. I heard Sheila 
clomping after us, Ida and Yvonne tagging along behind 
her. Mac and I were popping some Lone Star Beer when 
Sheila joined us. 

She looked up at me, whispering, "Please, Wil. Take me 
back." 

I pointed to the ground. She dropped but Yvonne was 
already on her knees with my cock in her hand. Sheila 
pushed her aside and started sucking again.

"You know why we brand these heifers, Wil?" Mac asked. 

Sheila stopped moving. I knew she was listening 
intently.

"No. Why?"

"Nobody pays attention to those damn wedding rings the 
women like to show off. Hell, some cowboys think a 
wedding ring is a "fuck me" sign. But, a brand means any 
cowboy who tries to move in on your heifer is rustling. 
In Texas, we hang rustlers. So, if they grab your heifer 
and see a registered brand, they think twice about 
breeding her."

"Interesting. Doesn't the branding hurt the heifer?"

"Shee-it! It hurts like all bloody hell! It's good for 
'em! Makes them remember who their cowboy is!"

I could feel Sheila shivering at my feet.

"And," Mac continued, "if a branded heifer is caught 
with another cowboy without her owner's permission... 
phew. Shee-it! I hate to tell you the punishment she 
gets! It makes me shiver just thinking about it!"

It made Sheila shiver, too. And, Ida and Yvonne were 
still as church mice, their eyes big and frightened.

We walked away again. By now, I wanted to cum real badly 
but I was not finished breaking Sheila. She scurried 
after us again. This time, she knelt and sucked me in 
without instruction. Mac mouthed "fuck her face" as he 
handed me the quirt he always carried.

I put both hands on Sheila's head and started fucking 
her face, jamming my cock against the back of her 
throat. When she gasped, her eyes watering, she brought 
her hands up to control the motion. I brought the quirt 
down hard on her back. She squealed around my cock and 
dropped her hands to her side. I jammed again and again. 
Then, she swallowed as I jammed. For the first time, she 
was deep-throating me.

"Maybe this heifer is trainable after all," I said. 

I fired a huge load in Sheila's mouth, then pulled out 
to let some hit her face and hair. I wiped it all over 
her face. She looked up at me as if I were a god.

"Wear it!"

"I know to wear your cum on my face, Wil. See! I am 
trainable. And, Wil... I really want you to train me! 
You, Wil! No one else!" 

She started to stand but I put my hand on her head. She 
wrapped her arms around my leg, leaning against me and 
staying at my feet. 

"Another beer?" Mac asked.

"No. Let's finish our cattle trade. I will agree on one 
condition. I want both my heifers branded."

"Wil, you understand once you brand a heifer you can't 
let her go except under real queer circumstances."

"I know. I can handle two heifers."

"Cowboy, I never doubted that for a minute," he said 
with a smile.

"Stand up, Sheila," I ordered, helping her to her feet. 

"You understand what I just said. You will be a branded 
heifer and I will have two of you."

She nodded but that lower lip quivered again. 

"I expect you to behave like a branded heifer and not 
some slutty wife. The next time you tell me you belong 
to someone else will be the last time. Understand?"

"Do you still love me as much as you ever did?" she 
asked, her face sad, her red and swollen eyes burning 
into mine.

"More, Sheila. I love you more than I did. I want to 
spend the rest of my life with you. But, you wanted a 
cowboy. I will be your cowboy and you will be my branded 
heifer."

She put her arms around me and buried her head in my 
chest. 

"Okay. Brand me. And, brand Ida, too. I want my cowboy 
to be happy."

In the movies, branding is done by roping the cow, tying 
them up and holding them in place. On the ranch, 
technology has made advancements just as it has 
everywhere in life. A branding chute is used, which is 
essentially a cage with four moveable walls and ports 
front and back. The heifer is led in the cage, the walls 
moved to hold the heifer totally still with the head out 
one end and butt available through the other end.

Mac had a branding cage made for the human heifers he 
branded. Sheila had tears in her eyes when she crawled 
in it. The front of the cage fit around her head holding 
in place. Her arms were pulled through the front and 
secured. A box in the cage supported her torso and was 
flush against the front of her thighs. The top and sides 
moved in to secure her. The back shoved her legs tight 
against the box. Her ass hung out invitingly. 

I wanted to fuck her rear end as it hung out there but I 
controlled myself, playing with her pussy and ass just 
to tease her.

I was proudly showing off my new, registered brand when 
Mac took the iron and placed it in the coals, getting it 
glowing hot. Sheila started to struggle as a cowboy 
gagged her but her struggles were in vain. I asked Mac 
to do the actual branding since I had never done it. 

The "WW" brand was put on her ass where a full bottomed 
bikini would cover it but a French bottomed or thong 
bikini would show it. Sheila's scream was loud and clear 
even with the gag. She passed out. Ida was branded next. 
After the brand cooled and they had regained 
consciousness, I took my two branded heifers home.

At first, Sheila resisted some at her new role as one of 
two heifers in my herd, but she learned, with my help, 
to accept the fact she was now owned by me. I knew she 
had accepted the idea completely when she took me aside 
to tell me Ida was feeling neglected and I needed to 
spend a little more time with her. 

"Can I have my rings back?" Sheila asked one day. 

I saw Ida watching me intently. Cowboys need to treat 
their heifers fairly. I ignored the question but went to 
the jewelry store and bought what I needed. Ida and 
Sheila had just finished the dishes when I called them 
in. They both knelt at my feet. 

"Little heifers, I want both of you to have these 
diamond rings." 

I put Sheila's engagement ring back on her hand. Then, I 
put an identical one on Ida's hand. Ida was ecstatic. I 
was surprised Sheila did not object to Ida having one, 
but, she seemed truly glad to have hers and to share 
with Ida. 

"Now, I want each of you to have a wedding ring." 

They both smiled and hugged me. 

"But, I want you to wear it on your pussy."

I led them to the bedroom. First one, then the other, I 
punctured their vestibule and slipped a tiny ring 
through the hole. I hung a wedding ring from the 
attachment ring. 

A year later, my relationship with Mac was very close. 
We were fucking and drinking buddies. I had several 
great promotions and my career was flying. 

One day, I came home to find Sheila and Ida sixty-nining 
on the floor of the living room. That was not unusual. 
They had become good friends and lovers. I undressed and 
got on the floor with them.

"What is new?" I asked, stroking my cock as they both 
rested after their orgasms. 

Sheila jumped over, jamming my cock down her throat, her 
eyes happily smiling up at me. Ida kissed and played 
with me as Sheila deep throated contentedly. After I 
came in Sheila's mouth and she swallowed, the two 
heifers gave each other a knowing look.

"What is the biggest possible surprise we could give 
you?" Ida asked.

I gestured I did not know.

"We both are pregnant!" They began to giggle and laugh 
like school girls. 

I smiled at them, wondering if I was the father, if Mac 
was or if we had spilt them. I would know in nine 
months.

As I stroked the Twin Doubleyous on Sheila's ass and 
felt Ida's gentle caress of my balls, that melody ran 
through my head and these words just popped out with it.

"I'm back in the saddle again. Out where a man is a man. 
Why have only one wife, when two heifers make a happy 
life. Back in the saddle again."

YAHOO! RIDE 'EM, COWBOY!


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