A couple try out some swinging action, cowboy style

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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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