Mayeve Reeves, recently married to John Reeves, a Montana rancher, galloped into the yard of her huge, mansion- like ranch house. Chickens and men scattered before the sharp hooves of her stallion. In a flurry of swishing material, she slapped the quirt against her leg in annoyance as she stormed up the front steps. She burst inside just as the Mexican cook threw open the door.

“Where is he?” she demanded.

“Who?” Ascension asked innocently.

“You know damned well who I mean!” May screamed. Her face was so red that it nearly matched her curly Irish red hair. She pinned Ascension with a deadly gaze and placed her hand on Ascension’s shoulder. The leather quirt tickled Ascension’s cheek in a threatening manner.

“Where is he?”

“Helena,” she swallowed quickly. “He’s… he said he’s buying cattle.”

“We have too many cattle on this damned ranch already,” she said, storming out of the room. He’s buying whores, damn him,” she screamed, throwing the quirt on the polished wooden floor. Ascension crossed herself, then picked up the quirt as she passed. She looked upstairs first, then tossed the quirt into the fireplace.

“Lopez, harness up the carriage,” Mayeve screamed from her bedroom window.

“Misses, I was told…” he broke off under her deadly glare.

“You were told to harness my carriage. Don’t make me tell you again,” she warned. Lopez swallowed quickly and nodded. He started to turn, then his eyes went back to the beautiful woman as she pulled up her shirt and slid it over her shoulders. Her pale white breasts were magnificent, and she didn’t care who saw them. Lopez gasped in restrained passion and turned away, before she caught him lollygagging. He pushed his hard cock down into his pants and groaned again. Why did the Misses have to be so damned beautiful, he wondered as he threw a loop over the first of the two grays.

Mayeve ran the wagon around the last turn, then sped down main street. The hooves of her matched grays threw dust and dirt behind them. In a city of six thousand people there should have been cobblestone streets, churches and schools. Instead there were stores, saloons and brothels, with a few other business mixed in. The road, which was mostly composed of yellow sand, turned into a river of mud during a storm.

Men dodged the huge horses as she pulled up outside of Molly’s place.

Douglas Pride stood behind the small bar. She walked up to him and simply stood staring, until he swallowed nervously and looked up at her.

“He’s not here, he’s up at the falls on a picnic,” he said, pointing over his shoulder.

“With who?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Douglas lied.

“Where’s Molly?”

“In back,” he pointed over his shoulder again. Mayeve hurried around the bar and rapped on the door. She entered without waiting.

“Who are you?” Molly demanded. She was dressed in an expensive set of red silk underwear.

“Your biggest benefactor.”

“Who?”

“The wife of John Reeves,” Mayeve said, taking a seat on the couch.

“Oh, Mayeve,” she nodded. Mayeve was surprised that she knew her name, but John did like to talk.

“What can I do for you?” Molly asked. “You must have been told that he’s not here. He’s out on…”

“I know. And I don’t care. I want a job here,” Mayeve said, to Molly’s astonishment.

“You can’t be serious. You own half of Montana. Why… Oh hell, why should I care. I could make a fortune off you.”

“It’s not a permanent arrangement, it’s just for today.”

“Still, I could get a thousand dollars per hour for your services if I contact certain clients,” Molly said hopefully.

“Then do it. I want lessons from you the first time, then I will handle things myself. If my husband prefers whores, I will become one.”

“Alright,” Molly nodded enthusiastically. “This way.”

Mayeve was not surprise to see Molly leading the banker into the room first. He looked Mayeve over with a greedy, oily look, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Is it true?” he asked hopefully.

“It damned well is,” she nodded. Without further encouragement she pulled her blouse off over her head. The banker gasped in astonishment. Her breasts were very large, very firm, and liberally sprinkled with freckles.

“I… I… I…” he stuttered, looking at Molly. She held out her hand. “One thousand dollars,” she reminded him. He nervously dug the money out of a coat pocket. When he looked back at Mayeve, she was reclining naked on the bed.

“My God,” he gasped, nearing the bed. His eyes devoured her body. His hand reached out tentatively, then firmly grasped her right breast. He moaned in desire as he felt the spongy flesh in his hand.

“My God,” he said again. In a flash he began tearing off clothing. Molly took a seat next to the bed. She smiled to Mayeve when the banker removed his pants. His throbbing cock was all of four inches long.

“Small,” Molly mouth the word, holding her fingers close together. She straightened her face before the banker looked up.

“Why are you here?” he demanded, suspecting what had gone on behind his back.

“I’m giving her advice,” Molly said firmly. “Get on with it.”

“I… I can’t with you watching.”

“Sure you can,” Mayeve said, pulling him onto the bed. She pushed him firmly against the bed and took his cock in her hand. She lowered her mouth and took it inside her warm, red lips. It grew hard almost immediately. She lay back on the bed and encouraged him to mount her. He struggled to get up. He laid on her firm flesh, panting loudly. He looked down at her warm lips, but she turned away before he could kiss her.

“I only kiss the asshole I’m married too,” she whispered.

He began pumping his small cock into her slowly, at first, then increased his tempo. It hurt Mayeve a little, since her pussy was not lubricated. Molly spit in one hand and slapped that hand around the banker’s cock during an upstroke. Mayeve gasped in relief as the lubricated cock began sliding smoothly. Molly leaned closer to Mayeve. Mayeve thought she was about to whisper to her, but was surprised to see Molly begin suckling on her left breast like a baby. For the first time Mayeve began to enjoy herself. Just as she realized this, the banker began gasping, stopped, and fell motionless against her body.

“What happened?” Mayeve demanded.

“I’m finished,” the banker said in a condescending tone.

“Why you little peckerwood, I’m not,” she said in a threatening manner. He quickly jumped to his feet, grabbed his clothes and fled before Mayeve could hurt him.

“Get used to it,” Molly said understandingly. “It’s a common occurrence. We are not here to have fun, we are simply here to satisfy our customers.

“How can you stand it?” Mayeve gasped.

“I have certain customers who satisfy me, I also have a ceramic friend, and a girl who takes care of me once in a while. Unfortunately, she is one of the girls accompanying your husband.”

“You mean some girls do girls?” Mayeve gasped as she washed her pussy.

“Most do under the right conditions. I have on occasion.”

“You?”

“Sure. If the next customer doesn’t satisfy you, I will show you,” Molly said with a smile. I have riders out contacting the next customers, it will be an hour or so. Relax, she waved and left Mayeve to her toiletries.

Senator Billings read the telegram, delivered by a young boy. “Mayeve Reeves,” he gasped aloud. He looked around the empty room and folded the piece of paper. He slid it into his pocket and grabbed his hat. It was a 200 mile ride to Helena, but the train could make it in a few short hours.

Patrick Manning watched the lone rider race across his vast pasture before his ranch. He stood and met the rider as he pulled up outside of the door. He recognized the young man as one of those who delivered messages, among other things.

“Molly is sending for you,” the young man said without preamble. Pat looked around to see who had heard, then scowled at the young man. “Why?”

“There is a lady, Mayeve Reeves, she lives…” the boy pointed to the west.”

“I know where she lives,” Pat said dispassionately.

“She… well she’s learning to be a whore at Molly’s. Molly thought you might be interested.”

“She what?”

“She’s Molly’s newest whore,” the boy said. The horse tried to turn toward the water trough. The boy jerked his head back around.

“Thanks,” Pat said, spinning and tearing off his clothing as he entered his ranch house. He was bathed and redressed in a matter of minutes. He rode out without a word to his foreman.

Pat used his hat to brush the dust from his black suit. With hat in hand, he brushed back his hair.

“Number Two,” Douglas said, pointing up the stairs. Patrick nodded quickly and hurried up the stairs. He, like most men in that part of the country, had lusted after Mayeve since first setting eyes on her. Her mass of red hair warned everyone of the explosive temper held within. But despite her awful temper and biting tongue, those who saw her, wanted her. Patrick still believed that this was all an elaborate joke, but he couldn’t take the chance that it wasn’t. He would do anything to have Mayeve.

“Patrick!” Mayeve called in surprise when he burst through the door.

“Wasn’t I invited?” he asked in confusion.

“Probably, I just wasn’t expecting you. Molly… Come in,” she said breathlessly.

“I was told… well a boy rode out to my ranch.”

“I know, I’m punishing my husband. Since he is only happy with a whore, I will become one.”

“You really shouldn’t…” Patrick paused, looking at Mayeve in the thin silk robe. Her long, meaty legs extended below the robe from mid-thigh down. They were magnificent, like the legs of a fine race horse. “God how I’ve wanted you,” he gasped, sinking to the bed beside her.

“This is your chance,” she whispered, opening her robe, while looking him in the eyes. He looked down and his mouth worked wordlessly. He leaned forward and touched one huge breast. He shivered in exquisite pleasure.

Mayeve closed her eyes, enjoying the simple touch. His hands roamed freely over her body. Gentle, shaking hands which worshiped her with their touch. Her eyes flew open as his hands pried her legs open. He was stunned by the dark red pelt of hair, and finely-crafted pussy lips. Some women had a pussy like a gash, that opened up the entire bottom portion of their bodies. A few, like Mayeve, barely changed from childhood to womanly delights. Her small, unobtrusive sex was beautiful and delicate. His touched caused her to shiver and gasp in appreciation.

Patrick stopped touching her and began throwing off clothes. In no time at all he was naked. His soft warm flesh melted into hers. She locked her arms behind his back and pulled him into her. His throbbing manhood easily slid into her moist, hot lips. She gasped as he began slowly rubbing his body against hers, while his cock slid smoothly in and out.

“Oh that’s wonderful,” Mayeve gasped. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the thrill of simple human touch, combined with the exquisite sexual contact of a throbbing cock inside her delicate pussy. It was heavenly, Mayeve thought. She wished that John would be so thoughtful, so slow and careful.

His huge cock slid well up inside her, filling her completely as a man should fill a woman. She could feel it on every inner portion of her loins, as she should feel it. She suddenly realized the many shortcomings of her husband. She had been naive, now she was not. For a man professing to be so handy with the whores, he had learned very little. Patrick, on the other hand, knew exactly how to treat a lady.

“You are good,” she whispered into his ear. He grunted wordlessly. His hot cock filled her to the breaking point. His hard body rubbed against her pelvis, stomach and breasts. His very touch was stimulating her nipples. She could feel them dragging against the hair of his chest, as he rode back and forth on top of her. The smell of sex was strong in the room, both her slightly fishy smell, and the stronger tobacco smell of his lubricant.

Mayeve’s entire body was on fire. The hot area in her loins and ass was beginning to spread to her breasts. She knew her orgasm was only moments away. Suddenly Patrick increased his tempo. She was prepared for this change. It meant that they would cum together.

“I love the way you feel inside of me,” Mayeve moaned. He grunted and increased his tempo even more. The slap, slap, slap, of wet flesh was loud in the room. She could feel his balls swinging against the crack of her ass. They felt good.

He stiffened suddenly and strained to push even more cock inside of her. She felt the liquid fire of cum filling her vagina. Only seconds away from her own orgasm, she ground her pussy against him until she too exploded. They moaned and withered together, clutching each other in their strong arms. Her pussy squeezed his hard cock as her orgasm intensified.

Patrick kissed the side of her neck and her ear, while their orgasms continued. Forgetting her prohibition against kissing, she turned her head and sought his lips with her own. They kissed passionately until the loins of each returned to normal. Mayeve could feel their combined fluids filling the crack of her ass and dripping down on the bed. She would have to take care of that before the next customer arrived.

“That was wonderful,” Patrick whispered, rolling off of her. She smiled over at him and nodded in agreement. His cock was now deflated, wet and shriveled. His chest heaved with the effort to breath after such a wonderful lovemaking.

“How did it go?” Molly asked, entering the room.

“Wonderful,” Mayeve and Patrick said in unison.

“Good, I’m glad you both enjoyed it,” Molly said with a smile. She held out Patrick’s clothing and he took it reluctantly. He would have preferred staying with Mayeve the entire evening. He could afford it. But this was not the reason that Mayeve had started her insane behavior. She was here to learn, and to punish her husband. Now every time John faced Patrick or the banker, he would do so knowing that each man knew his wife intimately. Just as Mayeve had done seeing one of Molly’s whores on the street. Now HE would know how it felt. But there were more men to visit, more clients.

Patrick quietly paid Molly and left. Molly stuffed the pile of bills inside her shirt and sat next to Mayeve on the bed.

“Feel better?”

“Yes, but I was hoping to take you up on your offer. I never considered using another woman for pleasure. Maybe I could teach the art to my cook.”

“Possibly,” Molly agreed. “I know your last customer is adventurous. Perhaps we can all play at the same time. How’s your ass feel?”

“My ass? I don’t fuck with my ass.”

“Want to bet,” Molly laughed as she stood and made her way back down to her office.

Mayeve rested on her hands and knees. Her ass protruded from the side of the bed. Charles Billings knelt beside the bed behind her. His eager mouth spent half it’s time licking her delicious pussy, the other half trying to burrow inside her ass. Mayeve was on fire. Molly was naked on the bed beside Mayeve, gently mashing her breasts and pulling at her nipples. Molly was not a beautiful woman, she was overweight and had gotten her nose broken at some time in the past. But she was a sexy woman, sought after by half the population of Montana. Her chunky legs bulged in certain places. Her pubic hair was carefully manicured. She had the enormous breasts of a fat woman. All in all, she was very desirable for the time and place. Men liked large women. Molly was a large woman.

“Oh yes,” Mayeve gasped as the tongue began strumming her pussy again. Her body was on fire. The fire had started slowly, as Charles licked slowly and carefully. As his tempo increased, so did the fire.

“Fuck me,” Mayeve begged. Charles decided that he had performed enough cunninglus. It was time to feel the heat of sex.

“Get beneath her,” Charles ordered. Molly moved into place, sliding beneath Mayeve so her pussy was near Mayeve’s face, and her face near her pussy.

“Spread your legs wide,” Charles said to Mayeve. “Lower your pussy onto her mouth.

“Oh yes,” Mayeve said, throwing her legs apart. She immediately felt Molly’s tongue slide inside her pussy. She gasped for breath and rested her head on Molly’s abdomen. She faced Molly’s mysterious pussy uncertainly, then extended her tongue to taste the warm flesh. It was delicious, Mayeve decided. She dropped her mouth and burrowed into Molly’s sex. Molly heaved her large fat ass up off the bed, feeding her larger pussy to Mayeve’s mouth. She supped on Mayeve’s hot mound, while her eyes watched Charles preparing to fuck her ass. He filled his hand with saliva, coated his cock well, then centered it on Mayeve’s bobbing asshole.

He held the cheeks of her ass tightly as he pushed his cock forward, rested against her virginal asshole, and strained to push his way inside. It wasn’t easy, but in a moment the head of his cock slid inside. He stopped as she screamed and stiffened. He waited for a full three minutes before he pressed again. He could feel her asshole widen after a moment. He pushed again and found himself fully inserted inside her warm ass. It was pure heaven. With a gasp of pleasure he pumped slowly in and out of her hot ass, while watching her suck on Molly’s pussy. Her cheeks were sunken in while she sucked. Her throat moved as she swallowed, and her head bobbed up and down when she licked Molly’s hot gash.

It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could see Molly’s fat legs quivering on each side of Mayeve’s head. He only wished that he could see Molly’s mouth working in that exquisite pussy. Even the thought of it made his loins burn. Without warning he suddenly found his cock spurting hot cum into Mayeve’s helpless ass. All too soon it was over. But it was only over for him.

As he sat in the chair next to the wash basin, he watched the girls enjoy licking the sex of the other. It was the most perverted and sexy thing he had ever seen. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to witness such and event.
Taking the rag from the washbasin, he cleaned his cock, then leaned forward and cleaned Mayeve’s perfect ass. He tossed the rag back into the basin and continued watching.
Molly pulled her mouth away from Mayeve’s pussy. She turned to Charles and pointed at a black purse.

“Get me the ceramic cock,” she said with a twisted smile. Charles opened the string on the top of the black purse. He found a perfectly-crafted cock inside. It was cold and inhuman, but had all the attributes of a well-endowed man. He handed the cock to Molly with a twisted smile.

“It’s cold,” he said.

“I know,” she laughed while she pressed the huge cock into Mayeve’s pussy. Mayeve gasped and surged forward, but Molly was ruthless. She twisted and pushed on the cock until it was fully inserted. Pushing it slowly in and out of Mayeve, she resumed licking her clit, and the lips of her fleshy envelope. Mayeve’s juices were now freely dripping into Molly’s face and mouth. She supped on them where they collected on the bottom of Mayeve’s envelope, then returned to her licking duties.

Mayeve was crying out. She thrust backwards to meet the huge ceramic cock, which was only now warming up inside her. Unable to resist, Charles slid forward and took the cock out of Molly’s hand. He slid it in an out of Mayeve, while Molly concentrated on licking the girl to an orgasm.
It didn’t take long. Growing louder and louder Mayeve sucked on Molly’s pussy brutally, throwing her head from side to side, her lips pulling and sucking, her tongue probed the older woman’s hot flesh. She slid one finger inside of Molly’s ass and wiggled it vigorously, while she attacked Molly’s clit.

The girls came together, both screaming and withering against the mouth of the other. Charles pressed the ceramic cock as far in as it would go. Mayeve somehow took the enormous size and still wished for more.

Moaning and sighing, with their asses pumping helplessly, each girl reveled in the feeling of the lips and tongue of the other. Each knew what the other felt and how far to go. Each finally collapsed, still shuddering and breathing hard.
Charles returned to his chair. He began dressing, still amazed at what he had seen. He left the room still smiling. He ordered a drink on the way out, leaving Douglas an 18 dollar tip.

Molly sat back in her office chair with her eyes closed. Still almost naked, she took little notice of John Reeves as he burst into the room with two of Molly’s girls, one on each arm.

“Molly!” he called joyously. “What a picnic.”

Molly looked up. Her eyes were clouded over. Her huge breasts were barely contained by a normal undershirt. Her hands were resting on the desk. Her bottom was hidden beneath it. She looked up at John without recognition, for a moment, then smiled brightly.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said in a drunken manner. “Going home to the wife now?”

“Don’t you know it,” he leered. “I’m getting a piece of that Irish ass before I sleep tonight. Sort of round off a perfect day.”

“Good idea,” Molly nodded dreamily. John dropped a pile of bills on her desk and hurried out, waving over his shoulder.
Molly reached beneath her desk. She placed a hand on top of the head bobbing between her legs. Her fat, quivering legs clenched and relaxed until Molly threw her head back and gasped. She shuddered soundlessly, then pulled quickly away from the desk.

“Enough, sweetheart,” Molly smiled. Mayeve climbed to her feet, rubbed her aching back and wiped her face on the back of her hand.

“Did I do it right?” she asked brightly.

“Oh boy did you ever,” Molly said, pulling her forward into a kiss. “But you had better hurry home, your husband will be looking for you.”

“Yeah,” Mayeve said as she threw her shawl over her shoulders. “I suppose it’s time.”

“If you ever want a job here, just drop by any time. Or anything…” Molly left the words unspoken, but Mayeve knew what she was saying.

“I will,” Mayeve promised. She hurried out. Douglas had her carriage waiting. She left town considerably calmer than when she arrived.

“What a day,” Molly said to Douglas. “I’m rich,” she said, holding up a huge pile of money.

The carriage drew into the yard in a sedate manner. Mayeve slid out of the carriage smiling at Lopez as she handed him the reins. He watched her suspiciously until she disappeared inside the house.

“Ascension, you and I are going to talk later,” Mayeve said, pointing at the Mexican cook in a threatening manner. Ascension took a step back in fear.

“Mayeve, where have you been!” John demanded from the top of the stairs.

“Oh, I’ve had a wonderful day. Now get your ass back inside that room and service me, while I tell you about it,” she giggled.

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