In the ordinary sense of the word, incest is still incest even though the relationship is by marriage rather than by blood. Incest is a legal idea as much as a biological fact, and the law's intent is to prevent copulation between relatives rather than prevent the birth of babies conceived in incest.
There is no question that inbreeding-the result of incest-is likely to produce children suffering from the effect of detrimental recessive genes. Not always, but often enough that the question of incest must always be approached with care.
Animal breeders use incest or inbreeding to upgrade certain characteristics in their animals. But, over a period of time, such breeding techniques inevitably produce, also, a recurring physical or mental weakness in the offspring due to recessive genes.
The point, of course, is that one must make a distinction between the eventual outcome and the purpose being served by incest laws and the law itself.
This book contains incest and yet how it came about and where it leads to is so alien to the concept of incest laws that one wonders how they may be made to apply.
There are other laws which offer food for thought. Cathy, virginal and innocent, is raped. But after the fact she welcomes the violation of her soft, innocent body. Rape is rape. Does the fact that consent was given after penetration rather than before change that? Most courts would say yes-taking the liberal view of rape, a crime of violence, while staying conservative on incest. Too often, justice affects just such double standard.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
When Bart Halverson first met Cathy Denning in the waiting room of the Las Vegas airport, he knew she meant trouble for his sons and himself. Her freshly scrubbed look, natural blonde hair and pert young figure, were bound to arouse certain feelings in a man. Her wholesome sweetness added to the effect.
It would have been better, he decided, as the unbidden lust stirred his cock, if a tramp had come to live with him, rather than this kind of girl.
That night Bart told his wife his misgivings. At first she shrugged off his objections. Maureen was wriggling out of her dress and he gazed at her full breasts which were cuddled in a lacy bra, the exposed flesh quivering as she moved. When she hung her dress in the closet, Bart's eyes dropped to the alluring curves of her buttocks, swathed in thin nylon panties.
Maureen was a very beautiful woman. That's why Bart had married her two years ago, confident that he could make the marriage go despite a difference of nineteen years in their ages. But this business of bringing her teenage niece to live with them threatened to destroy the future he'd long envisioned for his sons and himself. If Maureen let that happen, it would mean the end of their marriage.
"God damn it," he said, the color rising in his fleshy face, "we've got to talk about this!"
"What's there to talk about?"" Maureen replied calmly as she unhooked her brassiere. Her breasts tumbled free, reminding Bart of their silky softness. "Cathy's here and she's going to stay. My sister would have wanted me to look after her. She's got nobody else. So that's all there is to it, Bart." She smiled and softened her tone as she added, "now come to bed, hm?"
As she took her bra away, Bart gazed at the rounded beauty of her breasts which stood excitingly erect, their pale pink nipples stiffening in the cool air. His mouth watered as he was reminded of their feel and taste the last time he sucked them.
He continued to watch while she toyed with the elastic waistband of her panties, teasing him. Bart knew she was deliberately putting on a show, using her sex in an effort to get what she wanted.
Maureen slid her panties down, revealing the fine red hair that grew in a neat little triangle where her delicately curved belly met her firm, shapely thighs. Lust unfurled its wings deep within Bart, and a torrent of hot blood coursed into the flaccid tube of his penis, swelling it and threatening to tilt it to a standing state against the coarse fabric of his robe.
"A hot fucking isn't going to bring me around tonight," he angrily declared with deliberate coarseness. 'The girl's got to' go-as soon as possible!"
In the next room, Cathy snuggled into the comforting warmth of her new bed and thought of what a wonderful day it had been.
Nevada was magnificent with its sweeping vistas of unspoiled prairie fading into purple mountains, fleecy clouds trailing across a wind-scrubbed sky, and air so fresh and clean it invigorated her to breathe it. This was the sort of place she'd always dreamed of, and now, at the age of fifteen, she was here. It was almost too wonderful to be trued. If only the death of her mother hadn't brought it about. Her father deserted them years ago, and now her mother was gone-the victim of a car crash-and Cathy was alone in the world.
Cathy was drifting off to sleep when the muffled sound of voices reached her ears. A man and a woman seemed to be arguing.
She sat up in bed. The voices were too indistinct to be understood, but they sounded like those of her Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bart. She wondered what they would be fighting about, especially at this hour of the night.
Curiosity got the better of her and, though she knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, she folded back the covers of her bed and stood up. She walked to the wall and pressed her ear against it.
The argument was still going on, but she couldn't make out the words through the wall. In fact, the sounds had grown less distinct since she'd walked over there. She was puzzled until she realized that most of what she'd heard earlier hadn't come through the wall, but through the French windows which opened on the long balcony that ran across the front of the house. The windows of her aunt and uncle's room faced this balcony, also, and at least one was apparently standing open.
Cathy hesitated for only a moment before she tiptoed to the window and stepped through the open casement door. The cool night air cut through her flannel nightgown, causing goose bumps to rise on her normally cream-smooth skin. Her virginal nipples firmed.
Only as she moved up front of their windows did she realize that the glow she'd observed wasn't filtered by window shades but only by transparent curtains. Then it was too late. She could see everything that was going on in the other room, just as if it were being enacted on a theater stage!
She froze with shock.
Her aunt was standing in the center of the room, completely nude, and Uncle Bart was staring at her. Thank goodness he, at least, had his robe on!
What's the matter with Aunt Maureen, she wondered, exposing herself that way in front of him ? Doesn't she know it's sinful to make a display of one's body? Cathy's mother had cautioned her against doing that, even after she was married.
With a flush brightening her cheeks, Maureen declared, "I won't send Cathy away. As long as this is my home, it will be hers also, when she needs it. But I wouldn't think of using my body to persuade you," she added cuttingly, and snatched up a robe. "I'll sleep in a spare room."
The hell you will!" the big man declared, and he lunged for her.
While Cathy watched, paralyzed with shock, Uncle Bart grappled with Aunt Maureen and succeeded in tossing her down across the huge bed. She landed in such a way that Cathy had an unobstructed view between her aunt's spread thighs, at the cleft of her vulva which was surrounded by silken, curly red hairs. It was so lewd, Cathy closed her eyes.
This sight no sooner impressed itself upon Cathy's mind than Uncle Bart threw off his robe and shocked the girl even more strongly. She had a perfect side view of his nudity, and his massive penis was upraised, pointing viciously at the bed where Aunt Maureen lay sprawled.
Cathy's mouth turned dry. Her legs shook, and she felt faint.
Once in school a girl friend had gigglingly showed her a dirty magazine containing pictures of naked men and women, and she'd taken two or three quick looks before she'd rebuked her friend for possessing such a horrid thing. But the filthy photographs had burned themselves into her brain, and in spite of her wish not to do so she thought of them many times since.
That magazine was nothing, however, compared to what she was seeing now, because it had depicted people at a nudist camp, and the sexual organs of all the males were in a relaxed state.
Cathy had never seen a penis that was erect, either in a picture or "in the flesh." Though she'd vaguely known that an erection was necessary in order for a man to penetrate a woman, she hadn't imagined that a penis could be so huge when it was aroused! The sight was terrifying!
The girl wanted to run, but couldn't. Shaking though she was, and lightheaded with a giddy sensation she'd never known before, she nevertheless was rooted to the spot. She stared and listened ...
"No wife of mine is going to run out on me," Bart declared. "You're going to share my bed whenever I want you. And, damn it, I want you now!"
Gazing at his erect cock, Maureen turned to melted better. But she felt she had to stand her ground.
"Don't touch me!" she shrilled. "You can't make me do anything I don't want to do."
A knowing smile spread across Bart's face. "But you want this-don't you, baby?" he said, and gripped his huge prick. He waggled it in front of her.
"Nooooo!"
Maureen began to kick at her husband, but she knew it was to no avail. Bart was a husky man, very strong for his forty-seven years, and the sight of her jiggling breasts and scissoring thighs served only turn him on all the more! His penis twitched as it drew higher and tighter, its rosy, slick head nearly breaking free of its encircling lip of foreskin.
He gained a workable hold on Maureen's flashing tanned legs and wrenched them wide apart. Her pussy opened to him. It was wet already, the little mouth of her vagina gaping in anticipation of his impending thrust.
Wrapping his arms around her naked legs, Bart gripped her thighs from underneath and worked his hands upward until he had hold of her firm, resilient buttocks. Lifting her ass that way, with his fingertips tickling her warm, silken crack, he moved close, aiming his flesh-torpedo at her moistly receptive target.
She whimpered. The sound was inspired more by passion than by regret over his easy subjugation of her. Maureen knew that she would have her way where Cathy was concerned. Bart wouldn't turn the girl out. If he tried to do that, she would threaten to go also, and that would bring her husband around. He needed her, as he was demonstrating convincingly right now.
His massive glans touched the moist soft center of her vulva. He pressed and his cockhead popped inside, its hood being retracted the rest of the way by the encircling snugness of her flesh. The naked head burrowed deeply into her slippery warmth, and his rigid shaft followed.
"Oooooh!" Maureen whined as she twisted her hips in his hands, pressing her hungry loins against the base of his phallus. His coarse pubic hairs stimulated her sensitive labia, and she felt his balls, drawn-up and tense with her passion. She flopped her head from side to side, her long red hair whipping across the blue bedspread.
Bart stared at her in pleasure, watching her titties quiver and her mouth contort. His upper lip pulled back slightly, baring his even white teeth. He took a harder grip on the foam-rubbery cushions of her ass, and he wiggled them as he began to stroke his sturdy cock in and out of her writhing, tight vagina...
Cathy stared at the fantastic sight of her uncle standing between the upraised legs of her aunt as she sprawled obscenely across the bed, letting him stroke his huge penis in her cunt. Fucking was what they called it; Cathy knew that much.
Her heart thumped wildly, and tiny beads of perspiration broke out on the girl's face, despite the fact that she was standing in the cool evening air with nothing on except a pair of flannel pajamas. Her nipples were hard as little rocks, and she felt uncomfortably moist between her legs-moist and tingling!
Her uncle pulled her aunt more firmly against him, and his naked rump moved faster, pumping vigorously now. An excited cry escaped Maureen's lips, and she tightened her legs around her husband's. Only the back of her head and her shoulders were against the mattress, and her breasts flopped about wildly as he powered his passion into her.
Cathy's mouth hung open. Her throat was drier than ever, but she seemed terribly moist everywhere else! She didn't comprehend the effect the scene was having on her. But her total concentration was on Uncle Bart's hairy, pumping buttocks, and on her aunt's apparent eager acceptance of this strange lovemaking, despite her earlier refusal.
Why would a woman first refuse, then give in and even enjoy fucking?
Uncle Bart let out a harsh groan that sounded like a cry of pain, and his buttocks clenched as he held the front of his body snugly against Aunt Maureen's crotch. Tremors passed through him.
Maureen said, "Oooohhh-oooooh-ooooooh," and quivered also, clinging to him fiercely with her legs.
After a while her legs slid away from Uncle Bart's body and came to rest on the floor. She looked as if she were drained of all energy, lying like a rag doll, her limbs spread out.
Uncle Bart lowered his wife's hips to the bed and his penis slipped out of her. It was soft and looked to Cathy like the penises of the men in the magazine pictures, but it remained very large and red, and it glistened with moisture.
Cathy turned and tottered back along the balcony to her own room. She had to touch the wall with her hand to maintain her balance. Her firm, young thighs scissored moistly. Her legs felt like rubber.
Dazedly she wondered how Aunt Maureen could carry on that way with Uncle Bart and appear to enjoy it. Sex between married people was all right, Cathy believed, as long as it was done in a respectable fashion. But for Maureen to sprawl wantonly across the bed as she had, and for Uncle Bart to stand up as he took her, was indecent! They'd done it with the light on, also, so they could look at each other's nakedness!
The young girl climbed back into bed and tried to relax. But this was impossible. She remained damp with perspiration, and tingles raced up and down her body.
She gingerly slid her hand under the covers and down the front of her nightgown. When she touched the top of her vulva through the cloth, a particularly strong tremor went through her. She gasped.
What's wrong with me? she wondered frantically. Why do I feel this way?
All she knew was that it felt very good to touch herself-to gently stroke and manipulate the down-covered lips of her vulva and the hot little tip of her clitoris. Cathy had noticed on previous occasions that this gave her a pleasurable sensation-while bathing and toweling between her legs-but the sensations the girl derived at such times hardly compared to the thrills that rocketed through her now. She'd always restrained herself before, but now it was more difficult to hold back. It was as if her body were in the grip of some demon!
She closed her eyes and let her mouth gape moistly. She continued to rub herself through the slightly abrasive cloth of her nightgown. Cathy concentrated on her clitoris, because that was where most of the strange sensation seemed to reside, and she rubbed that hard little pea in a firm circular motion. It felt very good!
Her breasts ached, and she worked her free hand into the top of her nightie so that she could grasp one of the firm, silken mounds. She squeezed and twisted the eager young nipple between her forefinger and thumb. It felt so much better to touch herself directly this way, flesh to flesh! She wondered if down below it would feel that much better, also.
She began to pull up her nightie, intending to place her hand directly on her soft, oozing slit. But suddenly she thought of the sinfulness of the act she proposed to commit. It was masturbation! Her mother had warned her against that. It was almost as bad as having sex with a boy-worse because it was unnatural. No! She mustn't!
Trembling, Cathy pushed her nightie down once more, and she withdrew her hand from inside the top of the garment. Her nipples tingled against the coarse cloth. Her slit was awash with moisture, and it throbbed.
Oh God! she thought. What am I going to do?
Her puritanical morality decreed that she should merely lie there and suffer.
But Cathy couldn't keep from writhing slightly, which caused her damp thighs to rub together, and this gave a modest amount of stimulation to the nerve-ends of her vulva. She couldn't be blamed for this, she decided, because she wasn't actually stroking herself.
She began to feel better and better, The writhing seemed to be leading her toward some sort of release from the awful tension that gripped her. If only I can get there! she thought.
She writhed harder. She panted and moaned softly.
Suddenly a release of sorts did occur as a wave of warmth went through her. She felt a merciful giving up of tension. It just seemed to melt away. She sighed and settled quietly against the bed, not really gratified, but no longer hung-up with a need that she could not understand.
As her physical problem eased, other troubles assailed her.
The whole situation seemed hopeless to Cathy. She couldn't remain where she wasn't wanted. But where was she to go? What would she do?
Tears welled in her eyes.
What seemed the brightest day of her life a little while ago suddenly lost its luster. She wished she were back in Pennsylvania. "Oh, Mom" she cried into her pillow, "why did you leave me?"
CHAPTER TWO
When Cathy went downstairs to breakfast in the morning, her Aunt Maureen smiled warmly. Even Uncle Bart was pleasant, though Cathy could hardly forget how he really felt about her.
"Cathy, I want you to meet my boys," Bart said proudly, his weather-lined face beaming as he introduced two good-looking young men. "This here's Bart, Junior, and that strappin' big fellow over there is Andy."
Andy was the older and more handsome of the two. He was tall and lean, with brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. Bart, Junior, was eighteen, considerably shorter, and on the chunky side. His hair was lighter than Andy's and he had blue eyes like his father.
Cathy experienced a surge of hot blood between her thighs when she stared at the boy. She got all prickly and sweaty down there, because he was just as handsome and romantic as he had imagined.
But it would come to nothing. The girl finished the meal quickly and left the house with the painful knowledge in her heart that she wasn't wanted and had no place to go.
Wearing a simple white blouse and blue skirt, no stockings, and shoes designed for walking, Cathy strolled across the open area between the rambling ranch house and the cluster of barns and other outbuildings. The Halversons' German shepherd, Prince, trotted up to her and sniffed in a friendly canine way. Cathy smiled and patted him on the head.
Leaning on the rail fence next to the hay barn, Bart, Junior, watched the girl approach. It was clear that she hadn't yet seen him. He bit down on a straw and studied her from beneath the brim of his Stetson.
She would be a damned fine piece of ass, he speculated, and he prided himself on knowing good ass when he saw it. In the two years he'd been patronizing Madam LeClair's establishment in Cotler, he'd gotten so he could spot the good stuff at a glance. He no longer had to try out a new girl in order to discover she was worth laying; he only had to eyeball her up and down. He seldom judged wrong.
Cathy's nicey-nice manner at the breakfast table hadn't put him off. She'd acted that way, he believed, only because her aunt and uncle were present. Every time she looked at Andy and him there'd been a definite glint of interest in her pretty blue eyes. Well, he would get the jump on old Andy and find out just how far her interest went!
It didn't occur to Junior that Cathy might be a virgin. She was almost as old as he was-and he'd been screwing for two years. The fact that she was Maureen's niece didn't bother him, either. He was already a man when his father had brought Maureen into the house, and he'd never thought of her as anything but his pop's playmate. He wouldn't have minded playing with himself, but he'd always watched his p's and q's because he knew the old man would have given him hell if he'd stepped out of line.
Anyway, Maureen was pushing thirty, while Cathy was young and ripe. She'd be a great change from the whores at Madam's!
He stood unobtrusively behind the rail fence until it became clear where Cathy was going. She was headed for the big barn. He entered the side door of the cavernous building and hurried across the open space at the center of the barn and tumbled into the straw pile which was just inside the main door.
He snuggled low in the loose straw and partially covered himself as he waited for the big door to slide back, admitting Cathy into the barn.
The wait wasn't long. The door gave a groan, then rasped along its metal track as Cathy pushed it open. She hesitated, peering into the dimly lit building. Junior watched her lustfully as the sunlight behind her turned her hair into spun silk. Her skirt was puffed out around her hips and hung loose at her thighs. It would be easy to push up, he speculated. His cock tensed in his snug jeans.
Come in, baby! he silently implored. Come on in!
As if she'd gotten his message, Cathy stepped through the doorway, moving out of the light and into the dimness. Bart's heart thumped harder. He didn't get this excited over the girls at Madam'sat least, not since the first few times.
He could almost feel electricity from Cathy's vibrant youthful body as she moved cautiously toward the center of the barn, glancing around. She didn't see him because he was low in the straw. When she passed directly in front of his hiding place, Bart admired the high, firm mounds of her breasts which jutted proudly forward.
His prick grew larger and harder at the thought of what he was about to do. Except for the constriction of his Levi's, his penis would have been straight as a post.
He waited until she reached the center of the barn, then he quickly crawled out of the straw pile without making a sound, stepped to the main door of the building, and slid it closed.
The sound startled Cathy, and she whirled about.
"Surprise!" Junior said with a grin. His Stetson was pushed onto the back of his head, and he had a straw stuck in his mouth. The front of his pants revealed the measure of his excitement, but Cathy didn't look there.
She smiled with relief. "Wow, you scared me!"
"Aw, come on," he said soothingly as he approached her. "You were hopin' to find me here, weren't you?"
Cathy blinked, wondering what he meant by that. But she didn't make anything of it.
"I wasn't hoping to find anybody," she said. "I was just out for a walk."
He drew closer. He was almost up to her now, a cocky grin still plastered on his youthful, pudgy face. "Kind of a funny place to be walkin', ain't it? A big old dark barn like this. Anybody would've been in here. It's a good thing it was me-huh, baby?"
He boldly tweaked the tip of one of her breasts. Sharp thrills blossomed from her nipple as it hardened against the fabric of her bra.
She was shocked. "Wh-what did you do that for?"
"Just bein' friendly," Bart said, as he continued to grin at her. "Come on-what do you say we lie down over here in the straw for awhile?"
She was bewildered. This couldn't be the boy she'd met at the breakfast table, who'd smiled at her and talked so nicely! Dismay registered on her pretty face, and she took a backward step.
Laughing lewdly, Junior grasped Cathy by the arm. He began dragging her toward the straw.
"No!" she cried, trying to fight him off. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
But her cries were as useless as her struggles. Junior was strong and he had no trouble pulling her to the straw pile and tossing her onto the soft rustic bed.
He laughed as if it were all a game. Sometimes he played this way with the girls at Madam's, and they liked it. But Cathy was terrified.
"Noooo! Let me up! I'll scream!"
He laughed and kept hugging her as they writhed in the loose straw. He was a monster. He was going to rape her! Cathy knew she would have to scream, though she wasn't sure she could be heard outside the huge barn.
"Hey, you're some kinda hellcat, ain't you?" he said, pressing against her as he tried to hold her mouth and control her arms and legs at the same time.
Cathy felt a hard protrusion at the front of his clothes, and she knew he had an erection. She thought of how ferocious her Uncle Bart seemed last night with his huge penis sticking up.
Suddenly her fear changed, cold giving way to heat as Junior clamped his mouth onto hers and his tongue forced its way obscenely between her teeth. At the same time, his hand glided up the front of her body to grasp a round, jutting breasts. He squeezed it through her blouse and bra.
Giddy sensations swamped Cathy's brain as her breast throbbed under the youth's lascivious mauling. Oh, no! she thought desperately. I can't let him. HE MUSTN'T! But he was lying on one of her arms, and he'd subdued the other with one of his own, leaving him a free hand to roam over her body at will. She didn't dare kick violently, for fear her skirt would slide up to her lap.
He pulled his wet mouth off hers and panted, "Quit fightin' so blamed much! I ain't gonna kill you." He chuckled. "Baby, we could have us a real time if you'd just let yourself go."
Then Bart did something that sent shock waves slamming through the virginal girl. He abruptly dipped his hand under her skirt and slithered it up her smooth, warm thighs. It went all the way to her panties, right where the thin nylon was stretched over her pubic mound. The shock turned into a ball of flame that threatened to consume her completely.
"Nooooo!" she exclaimed, and attempted to push his hand down. But her legs responded to his fingers, easing open as he stroked her nylon panty crotch. His daring fingers caressed her cuntlips through the filmy cloth, and her cries of protest turned into moans of carnal excitement. Her head lolled. Her arms went limp.
"You've got a hot little pussy," he whispered.
Cathy fought harder, slapping him across the face and trying to scratch him. But Junior slid his fingers under her briefs and when he touched her delicate hairs and soft labia she received the strongest jolt of excitement yet. Once more, her resistance ebbed.
He violated her moist, heated slit with the tips of his fingers, and her brain reeled. She kept thinking, Stop him! I must stop him! But she couldn't seem to galvanize her muscles into action. She felt weak and loose. Yet the same kind of tension she'd felt last night was building in her nervous system, demanding release.
She whimpered as Junior fingered her tense clitoris, sending sharp, hot impulses racing through her. Stop! Oh, stop! she thought. But it was if she were caught in thick, oozing quicksand, immobilizing her resistance and pulling her down.
The young man withdrew his hand from her panties, giving her a momentary reprieve. However, he immediately began to unbutton her blouse.
"Don't-please don't-" she heard herself murmur. But he paid no attention and kept right on, opening her blouse completely. He pulled it out from under the waistband of her skirt.
He pulled the slack bra cups off her warm, round, quivering tits and wrapped his hands around those silken mounds, again her resistance gave way. She felt terribly degraded as his rough hands mauled her delicate breasts-yet the sensations that swept through her body were ones of warmth and exquisite delight!
She couldn't understand herself. This was last night all over again, only much worse!
He was punishing Cathy's breasts, squeezing and twisting them. His fingertips concentrated on her thrillingly stiff pink nipples, rolling them and tugging them upward. He bent his head, and she felt his hot mouth surround one of the tingling buds. His tongue stroked it moistly, then his lips sucked it up.
Her nipple danced in his wet, warm mouth, buffeted by his tongue and washed by his syrup saliva. She'd never felt such thrills! They were unbelievable!
"Yes! Yes!" She moaned unwillingly, feeling his hot lips sucking her throbbing nipples.
He straightened up at last, his face flushed. Strands of light-colored hair were dangling across his forehead. He grinned.
"Now I've got something to show you," he said. Cathy seemed to see him through a cloud as he opened the front of his Levi's, reached inside, and brought out his penis. He immediately slid the foreskin back of its bulging head, and she gazed at what appeared to be a thick, rosy arrow sticking out of his open fly.
"Noooo-ohhhh-noooo," she said again, but now her protest was only a hoarse murmur as she stared spellbound at his prick.
"Go ahead," he chuckled. "Take hold of itPlay with it if you want to."
He carried her hand to it, and she wrapped her trembling fingers around the strong, handsome shaft. A drop of clear lubricant oozed out of the hole at its tip and washed down over the bulbous head. She felt the throb of his hot young virility.
He waited to see what she would do. But Cathy quickly drew her hand back, the sudden motion causing his cock to sway jerkily to and fro.
"If you don't want to play with it, I reckon I'll have to put it to work," Bart Junior said, quickly pulling her skirt up around her waist.
He touched her belly through her shimmering pink panties, then carefully took hold of the dainty garment at both sides, gathering the filmy cloth in his hands. He tugged, and her panties began to slide down, exposing her navel, her delicately rounded tummy, then the first wisps of her blonde pussy curls.
Gazing down and seeing this happen-watching her panties slide away-somehow gave Cathy the strength she'd been lacking. It was as if she knew that if she didn't stop the boy now, she never would be able to.
Summoning up all her moral and physical resources, she began to fight fiercely. Junior caught only the merest glimpse of the slit which nestled amid her forest of blonde pubic curls before she frantically tugged her panties up around her hips once more and struggled to her feet.
"Hey, wait!" Junior yelled in surprise. "Come back!"
But she was already running across the barn.
Her skirt had dropped to conceal her thighs, but her breasts bobbed nakedly between the flapping edges of her blouse.
Junior sat where he was and sadly watched her. He wasn't about to use force-not real force-if she didn't want to give in. But he knew there would be another time. Her body had wanted to screw even if her puritanical morals hadn't. And she was worth waiting for.
He gripped his still stiff pecker and fingered it idly as he recalled the thrill of the last few minutes-his touching of her juicy little cunt; his fondling of her firm, resilient tits; the glimpses he'd had of her nipples, her golden pussy-curls, and her precious slit.
His cock throbbed harder in his encircling hand. He gazed down at it and decided he might as well do what he felt like doing. Otherwise he would remain hung-up all day. It was no fun riding horseback with a pair of aching balls!
Settling back in the straw Junior closed his eyes. Summoning up a vision of Cathy as she'd been just moments before-her breasts and pussy wantonly exposed, her mouth panting hotly-he began to stroke his iron-hard prick. As the moistly clinging foreskin worked up and down on his supersensitive shaft, voluptuous sensations flooded his consciousness, stimulating fanciful, erotic images of the girl he'd just tried to make.
He visualized her totally nude, lying with her legs spread wide apart, her pink little cunt thrillingly exposed and vulnerable. He felt himself fucking into it, and his head turned light. He stroked his stiff prick rapidly.
He visualized Cathy lying on her belly with her beautiful butt in the air, and he approached her from the rear-working his hard cock into her tender vagina, then drilling it deep. He screwed her dog-fashion and felt her firm, rubbery buttocks compress and bounce against the slap of his lower belly.
Finally there was the supreme thrill of imagining Cathy approach him while he lay on his back with his stiff cock soaring upward. She imprisoned the head of his penis in her warm, sucking mouth and drew on it while her tongue licked lasciviously over his hot, tingling flesh.
Imagining Cathy taking him in this fashion was so exciting that the boy couldn't hold back any longer, and the semen fountained out of his thrusting cock as he continued to pump his encircling fingers up and down around it. Spurt after spurt of thick, milky fluid arced from the tip of his bulging red glans and landed in the straw. He groaned voluptuously. His eyes rolled back behind closed lids. His whole body arched. He held his foreskin way back and the head of his prick slowly stopped twitching, expelling its final few drops.
When Cathy let herself out of the barn she pulled her blouse together to hide her naked tits. But she hadn't dared stop to fasten her brassiere and button up for fear Junior would grab her again and drag her back inside. The same fear caused her to move quickly across the open area between the big barn and the house, clutching at her blouse. Her blonde hair was mussed and had straw entangled in it.
In a horse corral, the ranch foreman happened to glance up as he was saddling a filly. Lash Lathrop's dark eyes narrowed. The scar on his face took on an uglier cast as his mouth twisted lasciviously.
He'd met Cathy yesterday and gained the impression that she was a very proper girl. As he watched her hurrying across the farmyard, one of her breasts escaped from the blouse she was clutching about her. Lust twisted in him as he gazed at her bobbing white titty, its pink nipple rigidly erect.
He wished he could get next to that. But touching a member of the old man's household was strictly off limits. Someone had been after her, though. Probably that punk, Junior, he guessed.
As he went back to saddling his horse, the foreman wondered whether it would enhance his position in old man Halverson's eyes if he were to tell him what he'd just seen.
No-better not, he decided.
CHAPTER THREE
Bart sat in his undershorts in a bedroom chair and vaguely heard the sound of the shower running in the adjoining bathroom while the deeper portion of his mind continued to grapple with the big problem that confronted him.
It had been a surprise when Maureen phoned from Pennsylvania and told him she was bringing her young niece home to stay with them. She was a sweet girl, and he disliked having to hurt her. But the ranch meant more to him than anything. He'd worked his butt off as a young man to buy the land. Then for years he'd slaved to build the ranch and place it on a sound paying basis. He'd sired two sons to help him run the spread as he grew older, and it was his fondest hope that they eventually would take over the entire operation, perpetuating the empire he'd created. That would be his legacy and his monument.
The scheme depended on the willingness of his sons to remain with him rather than to take off on their own. They had ranch life in their blood-but there was always the risk that they'd fall under the spell of girls who would lead them away.
Bart had tried to guard against that by making it easy for his boys to have as much free sexual satisfaction as their strong young bodies demanded. So far it had worked well. Neither Andy nor Junior were interested in any of the respectable local girls. Why should they be, when they had their sexual needs taken care of expertly and often by the whores at Madam's house-at their father's expense?
But Cathy's sudden arrival on the scene placed a wild card in the deck. She would be close at hand, living with them, and she was a very attractive young woman. More important, she was a sweet little virgin. That meant she would be a constant temptation-and a challenge. One of the boys was sure to yield. Perhaps both of them would, and jealousy would become a factor along with lust. Bart couldn't imagine any combination more deadly to his plans.
Cathy would have to leave the ranch.
He hadn't noticed that the shower had stopped running, nor that the bathroom door had opened as Maureen stepped into the adjoining dressing alcove. Suddenly she entered the bedroom and he raised his head.
Maureen stood before him wearing his favorite costume: high-heeled slippers, long sheer stockings, a garter belt, fancy lace-trimmed panties, and a lacy bra. Both the bra and panties were a delicate mint-green, which brought out the matching color of her eyes and emphasized her fair skin tone. Her red hair was loose, tumbling to caress her shoulders.
She smiled. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do, baby."
He got up and walked over to her.
Maureen liked what she saw also. Bart was an excellent physical specimen for a man of his age: tall and husky, with a tight belly and muscular arms and legs and a thick, muscular cock. -
His blue eyes twinkled as he took his wife in his arms. "You're asking for trouble, walking in here dressed like that," he said.
"Trouble's what I want tonight," she replied boldly, and tilted her pretty face upward for a kiss.
His hungry mouth swooped down and his firm lips sealed themselves to hers. His tongue surged into her mouth and thrashed about, rubbing her tongue and stirring her excitement.
One of his large hands slid down her back and spanned the taut, shivery globes of her bottom, enjoying their quiver through her thin silk panties. His cock tensed against the pressure of her belly. She felt this immediately and responded with a subtle writhing that worked his prick against her soft belly.
He swept her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bed, placing her gently on her back. He knelt beside her and ran his rough hands over her body. Their abrasive quality titillated her tactile nerves, especially when he stroked her quivering belly and pubic mound through her whisper-thin panties.
"Undress me," she invited. 'Take off my bra first. My breasts are aching to have you suck them."
No matter how mature of thought a man might be, Maureen knew, he never outgrew his urge for titty. Her husband proved this by responding immediately to her invitation, freeing her breasts and fastening his warm, wet mouth to the crest of one of them. His tongue stroked her nipple, and his teeth nibbled gently at the rubbery little tidbit. He drew it deeper into his mouth and sucked hungrily, working his lips against the soft, smooth skin that surrounded her aureole.
Maureen moaned and writhed, causing her breast to wiggle sensually in his mouth. Tentacles of excitement spread out from her nipples, reaching all parts of her body and finding an especially receptive locale in the warm little crevice between her thighs.
Bart's knowing hand moved toward that precious spot, gliding across her belly and between her legs which voluptuously parted to receive him. He stroked the narrow crotch band of her panties, pressing the thin green silk against her vulva.
As he twisted slightly to pull her panties down, his erect prick swung through the gaping fly of his shorts like some gigantic boom. He removed her panties from her legs and bent her upraised thighs, which were delightfully white above the tops of her clinging beige stockings.
"Eat me-oooh, eat meeeee!" Maureen moaned, and eagerly lifted her hips, offering her moist, flavorful pussy to his descending mouth ...
In her room, Cathy twisted between the sheets of her bed, suffering acute physical frustration over the abortive sexual episode with Junior in the barn. This had bothered her all day, but now the discomfort was especially intense.
She had no conscious regret over not giving in to him. She regretted only that he'd behaved in such a vulgar, sinful way and that she'd let him go as far as he had. Fortunately she'd summoned the strength to fight him off at the end or the result would have been disastrous for both of them! What was he thinking of, to actually pull her panties down? That was terrible! She wasn't sure she would ever be able to look him in the eye again.
He'd gotten her all worked up, and it was difficult for a girl to calm herself after such an experience, Cathy discovered. He'd gone much father than any of the boys she'd dated back home. She'd always been very strict with them. But Junior caught her completely off balance, when she was still affected by what she'd seen in her aunt's and uncle's bedroom last night. Filthy as that was, it had excited her.
Why did a girl's body have to give her so much trouble? she wondered. Why did it keep trying to lead her into ways she knew were wrong, and into acts that were disgusting and evil?
She thought about her aunt and uncle and how she'd watched them carry on. How could they abandon themselves so completely to lust? They apparently didn't believe it was harmful, or else they simply didn't care what they did or what happened to them as a result.
She wondered if Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bart had left their blinds up again and if their French window was ajar as before. She knew she had no right to spy. That was a sin in itself, quite apart from the effect it had upon her. But she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Finally she told herself that she would merely satisfy her curiosity about the windows. The blinds were probably pulled, and if that was the case it would end the matter-there would be no possibility of spying. It probably was just by accident that the blinds had been left up last night, she conjectured.
What she failed to consider was that the windows of the master bedroom looked out on uninhabited desert and, since it was assumed no intentional peepers lived on the ranch, there was no reason to draw the shades. Besides, Bart and Maureen enjoyed having the moonlight splash into their room after their lights were turned out, and they liked to be awakened by the first rays of the morning sun.
Cathy climbed out of bed. This time she slipped into a robe before stepping out on the balcony. She was trembling with excitement.
As soon as she passed through her French door and stood on the balcony, she saw that a pool of light emanated from the windows of the master bedroom. But this didn't tell her for certain that the blinds were up. The glow could have been coming through the cloth.
Trembling more than ever, she moved stealthily forward ...
The scene which struck her eyes as she peeped through the undraped windows of her aunt's and uncle's bedroom was so depraved and perverted that she had to catch at the wall to avoid collapsing from the shock.
Aunt Maureen lay on her back on the bed, her stockinged legs uplifted, while Uncle Bart knelt between them with his face pressed directly into her crotch. He was kissing her down there! Cathy had never seen -anything so filthy in her life!
Judging by the way her uncle was twisting his head and groaning passionately, he was enjoying the vile act. So was Aunt Maureen. The latter fact was clear from the enraptured expression on her face and from the way she was caressing Uncle Bart's busy gray head.
She was saying something in a moaning voice, and Cathy strained to make out the words:
"Ooooh, Bart-your tongue! It's so wonderful. Keep fucking it into me, lover! Ooooh, you tongue-fuck so goooood!"
The forbidden vulgar sex-word re-echoed in Cathy's brain, impacting again and again on her naive consciousness along with the image of what Uncle Bart was doing and how her aunt was loving it. Maureen flexed her lovely legs in the air, her stockings catching a gleam from the bedside lamp and her garters pulling taut against the soft pale flesh of her upper thighs.
Finally Bart clutched one of those waving legs and licked moistly all around the top of her stocking. He turned to the other one and trailed his tongue upward from the stocking rim to the red fluff that bordered in his wife's juicy slit. He caught some of the silken tendrils between his teeth and tugged at them. He steered his wet tongue through them until his mouth was on her mound. There he took as much of her tuft into his mouth as he could hold. He sucked and licked it.
She had a hand wrapped around his stiff prick and was pulling on the long, thick lever. She panted, "I can't wait! I need this! Oooh, let me have it, Bart! Let me suck it for you!"
Cathy, already numb with shock and trembling from head to toes, thought, She can't mean it! She wouldn't really take that filthy thing into her mouth!
Nothing could have torn Cathy away from the window now. She wanted desperately to see what was going to happen next, i
Bart kept his head between Maureen's thighs for a little while longer. He had to slip his tongue down her wet, warm, slippery slit again, to work it in and out of all her meaty folds, flutter it across the straining tip of her clitoris, and pump it in and out of her vagina for a final few times, enjoying the way her cuntal muscles clutched spastically around it. Meanwhile she continued to pant and moan and writhe, pulling on the tree of his penis as if she were seeking to yank it out by its root.
Finally he straightened up and twisted to a sitting position so he could take off his boxer shorts. She sat up quickly, her red hair mussed and her face frenzied with passion. She pushed against his chest and he lay down on his back. She quickly bent over him, clutched his shorts, and helped him pull them down. As he kicked free of them, she grasped the swaying pole that stood up from his loins and stripped the foreskin back off its bulging end.
Cathy watched in horrified amazement as Aunt Maureen bowed her head, her mouth opening hungrily. Her lips encircled the knob of Uncle Bart's cock and slid over it until the entire bulging glans was in her mouth. Then she began to bob her head, and her lips glided up and down on the slippery shaft while she sucked ravenously and drank the pungent secretions of his prick.
Cathy's stomach lurched.
Yet Cathy continued to stare all the harder, and her pussy dribbled like mad, moistening the hot inner surface of her thighs.
It was clear that Uncle Bart was enjoying to the ultimate the treatment he was getting from Aunt Maureen. As her mouth pumped briskly up and down his erect penis, the upper part of his body writhed and his face contorted passionately. He worked his rough hands into her tossing red hair and caressed her head gently as it continued to rise and fall.
After a while Maureen let his prick escape from her sucking mouth, and it twitched in midair, its rosy head gleaming moistly with her saliva. She held the great throbbing column by its base and tilted it to and fro while her tongue fluttered up one side and down the other. Next she licked its tip and circled the entire head carefully, using her tongue like a warm, velvety washcloth, imparting a voluptuous sensation to every quivering nerve-end of his cock.
Finally she fitted her mouth over his cock's handsome crown for a second time and resumed sucking. She bobbed her head in longer strokes this time, taking the big prick all the way into her throat as her encircling lips glided down its thick, saliva-slickened shaft, nearly to its hairy base.
Cathy could almost feel that awful cock stuffing her mouth, thrusting brutally into it. She tried to imagine what it must taste like. Though she was sure she wouldn't like it, her mouth watered and she gulped involuntarily.
After what seemed like an eternity to the peeping teenager, Maureen finally quit pleasuring Uncle Bart in this manner and leaped astride him, very much as if she were mounting a horse. But she landed on his rigid cock and that lengthy horn drove way up inside her.
Cathy continued to gape as her aunt twisted and pumped. The young girl could see her uncle's thick shaft being rhythmically absorbed and released by her aunt's wet, encircling pussy as her aunt's ass moved energetically up and down, up and down on the cock. Cathy also noted how Uncle Bart's testicles were drawn up tightly at the base of his cock.
"Oh, baby, how you can fuck!" he cried, and he began to drive his prick into her each time her buttocks dropped.
Cathy's hand stole involuntarily to the lower front of her body where she seemed to feel Uncle Bart's long brutal penis driving into her virginal cunt. She rubbed herself through her robe and nightie. Her clit was hot and hard, thrusting forward between the lips of her vulva.
She spread her legs slightly and tilted her pelvis upward so that she could rub that super-sensitive tip directly. She still wasn't really thinking about what she was doing-her conscious attention was riveted entirely on the action taking place in her aunt's and uncle's bedroom.
What action it was! Aunt Maureen moved as if she were gaining a tremendous amount of pleasure out of having Uncle Bart's penis driving up inside her. She acted as if she could scarcely get enough of it! He bucked between her spread thighs with at least equal lust, and reached up to cup and squeeze her juggling breasts.
Cathy rubbed her own breasts through her robe and kept massaging her throbbing, tingling clit. Excitement choked her.
Suddenly Maureen and Bart rolled over and he ended up on top. Now his hips could move with greater freedom, and Cathy watched his awesome prick as it pumped steadily and powerfully into her aunt's defenseless hole. Aunt Maureen still seemed to enjoy the punishment she was taking, because her hips reached for the cock on every plunge, absorbing it all the way to Uncle Bart's balls. Each time his prick withdrew, it was coated with the thick, gooey substance that lubricated Maureen's vagina.
She moaned excitedly, "Fuck me-fuck me! Drive me right through the god damned bed! Oh, you big fucking bastard, I love it!"
A cry escaped Cathy's gaping lips, and suddenly she realized that she was climaxing. The sensation was stronger than last night. A wave of shame spread over her, but it couldn't stifle the blossoming warmth of her self-induced orgasm. Even though this was quite modest as orgasms went, it gave Cathy the greatest sexual pleasure she'd thus far ever experienced, and she hung onto the wall for support as the shockingly wonderful sensations rocked her eager young body. All the while she continued to gaze glassily at the action that was fast approaching a climax in the master bedroom.
Maureen and Bart hadn't noticed the sharp little cry of passion from outside their windows because they were making too many sounds themselves, moaning and panting as they pumped feverishly together. When their mutual climax struck, its blissful shock-waves dwarfed the meager response which Cathy had obtained. They clutched each other and kissed with thrashing tongues while Bart's prick spewed warm, thick semen into Maureen's clutching, ripping vagina.
Then they lay still.
Cathy continued to support herself by leaning against the wall next to the window. Now that her orgasm was over, she felt terribly ashamed. She wanted to return to her bed and just die. But she didn't trust her wobbly legs to hold her if she tried to walk.
As she was attempting to gain her equilibrium, she heard voices from the master bedroom. Her aunt and uncle still lay in each other's arms, and they were talking softly and intimately.
"Bart, I've been thinking a lot about Cathy. She just couldn't take care of herself if she were put out on her own."
"Baby, you know how I feel about that," Bart replied. "I don't want to make things tough for her, but it just wouldn't work to keep her here. I'd like to-but we can't."
"If you'd like to, at least give it a try," Maureen coaxed. "She is no troublemaker. And she's not boy-crazy; I can guarantee that. Andy and Junior are too mature for her, anyway. She's just a child compared to them."
"Yeah, but a damned pretty child," he said.
"So she's pretty. They've known other pretty girls. Those dollies at Madam's place aren't exactly dogs, are they?"
"Well, no ..."
'Then what makes you think the boys are going to get all hot and bothered about Cathy? Relax. Give the situation a chance. And give Cathy a chance to-she deserves it."
When Maureen talked to her husband like that, holding him tenderly against her breasts, caressing him, licking and nibbling around his ears, he could hardly refuse her anything. And it was true that he didn't want to hurt the young girl.
"Okay," he said finally. "Maybe I'm a jackass for givin' in, but... well... well see what happens."
"Oh, Bart, I love you!" She hugged him fiercely and gave him a hot kiss while she worked the muscles of her vagina, massaging his limp prick which was still lodged deeply in the warm, moist channel.
"Hey," he said huskily, "that feels damned good!"
"I want you to fuck me again," she whispered. "Think you're up to it?"
"Keep that little snapper goin' the way it is, and I'll be horny again in a coupla minutes."
"You're all man, Bart! That's why I'm so crazy about you. And you're a good man, too. I knew you wouldn't turn Cathy out in the cold."
Wiser and feeling somewhat more secure about her status at the ranch, Cathy found the strength to walk slowly back to her own room. She understood now why Uncle Bart had wanted to send her away. But that was silly. She certainly wasn't going to let either Junior or Andy get anywhere with her.
However, as she climbed back into bed, she remembered how she'd felt when Junior had partially stripped her and caressed her body. She thought also of how she'd respond just now, as she watched Uncle Bart and Aunt Maureen do all those awful things.
I'm a weak and sinful person! she decided as she pressed her face deeply into the pillow. I don't know what's going to become of me if I don't get hold of myself.
She resolved to try harder to do what she knew was right, which meant specifically to stay strictly away from sex. She mustn't think about it or become involved with it even indirectly from now on. In was a spider web of sin that entangled its victims and held them prisoner until finally they were devoured by horrible lust!
Look at what it had done to Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bart! She could hardly bear to remember the awful, filthy things she'd seen them do. But by the same token, she couldn't keep from visualizing those sights over and over in her mind, shameful as they were.
Spying on her aunt and uncle had driven her into the borderland of sin and lust, she believed, and that was where the road to destruction started. The only way to save herself was to resolve never to peep again.
And as for having sex with Junior, she would avoid him absolutely. That went for Andy, also, though she liked him better and was sure he wasn't like his younger brother. But since he was a male, she couldn't afford to take chances.
Now that Uncle Bart agreed to let her remain at the ranch, she didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize her position. She didn't want to jeopardize her eternal soul, either. What would her dear mother have said?
Cathy refused even to think about the answer to that. It was too painful. Finally she calmed herself and was able to drop off to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Son, we've got that stretch of fence up near the ridge that we have gotta replace today," Bart announced early the next morning as he put his arm around Junior's shoulders. "If you, Andy and me all get to work on, we oughta get it finished by noon."
"Dad, I don't feel so good," the young man complained.
That so? What's the matter."
"It's my stomach. Touch of the flu, maybe."
"Nobody else around here is sick," Bart said skeptically.
"I know. But, dang it, I can't help how I feel."
"Okay. Andy and I will take care of the fence. Maybe if Lash ain't too busy, I'll have him help us."
The elder Halverson walked out, his heavy boots thudding across the porch. One of his weaknesses was the way he sometimes indulged his younger son, who bore his name.
Grinning to himself, Junior turned and headed back to the dining room where Maureen and Cathy were still seated at the large table, conversing over coffee. Junior sat down, also. At first neither of them paid any attention to him.
Cathy, in fact, had hardly looked at him all through breakfast. It had been the same last night at dinner. But he would get back on her good side in a little while, he vowed.
Finally Maureen glanced his way, and she asked, "Aren't you going to work?"
"Not today," he said. "I don't feel too good."
"You mean, you don't feel too ambitious. I don't know why your father lets you get away with goofing off."
Cathy glanced at the young man, caught his quick smile and stonily looked away.
She remembered how he'd looked yesterday in the straw pile with his stiff penis sticking out of his pants, and she started to blush. She got up from the table.
"How about a horseback ride later?" Maureen suggested as she also stood. "All right," Cathy said.
She didn't feel like associating with Maureen after the way she'd behaved last night and the night before, but she couldn't stay by herself all the time. Anyway, it was her own fault for spying, Cathy concluded. She would try to forget what she'd seen and make it a rule never to peep again.
Maureen gave her a smile and went out to the kitchen to discuss dinner plans with Luisa.
Junior moved over beside Cathy. "Say, I'm real sorry about yesterday," he said.
She looked at him sharply. "Well, you should be!"
"I had no right to try to force things."
"I'd rather not discuss it," Cathy said, and turned away.
"I just don't want you to be mad at me."
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm not mad-as long as you don't ever try anything like that again."
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I've learned my lesson. Hey-how about goin' riding with me instead of Maureen?"
She looked at him. "You're sick, aren't you?"
He grinned engagingly. "I feel better now."
"Maybe the three of us can go."
Now why did I tell him that? she asked herself immediately. I've broken one of my promises already. But then she assured herself that it was all right, because he'd apologized. Anyway, Maureen would be with them.
Junior agreed to her suggestion because this seemed to be the best deal he could get. Cathy was still probably too skittish to go anywhere with him alone, he figured. But once they were out in the back country, he could pull some kind of trick on Maureen and get her to take off alone. Then he would jump Cathy by surprise again, like yesterday. Only this time he'd go all the way with her and make her like it. After that, there wouldn't be any more sniveling and pouting to put up with. She'd be hot to do it with him whenever he snapped his fingers. Hadn't the girls at Madam's always told him what a great stud he was? If they appreciated him so much, knowing as many guys as they did, think of how Cathy would feel once she got his stiff cock up her tight little snatch!
Yeah! It almost gave him a hard-on just to think about it.
The sun was brilliant in the clear blue sky as the three riders set out on the trail that headed up through Ransom Gap. Their destination was a secluded patch of woods with a sprint and a meandering little creek that furnished water for the cattle that grazed on the prairie below.
The climb wasn't a difficult one, but it took the riders nearly two hours to reach their goal. Once there, they gratefully dismounted and relaxed under the trees.
This is so beautiful!" Cathy exclaimed. "I had no idea there were places like this practically on the desert."
"It's high desert," Maureen explained. "That's why the summers aren't too warm here, and there's good grazing. We have several pretty spots like this on our land."
Junior sprawled on the grass and gazed at Cathy while she looked at the creek and the sheltering trees.
"We seem to be cut off from everything up here," Cathy said.
"The house isn't too far away. The trail we took did a lot of winding."
This remark of Maureen's provided Junior an opening for the suggestion he'd been wanting to make. He spoke up quickly. "There's another trail that's a lot more direct, but you women ain't good enough on horseback to tackle it."
"Who isn't good enough?" Maureen shot back, resenting the implication that she couldn't ride as well as any man on the ranch.
Junior grinned. "You know you're chicken to take that steep route. You wouldn't be able to control your horse."
The alternate trail wasn't all that dangerous, and Junior knew it. Maureen could negotiate it without trouble.
"I wouldn't let Cathy go that way, because she's not an experienced rider," said Maureen. "But I wouldn't hesitate to take it myself."
"Okay, Maureen, I'm gonna call your bluff," Junior said. "You take the route back. Cathy and I will go back the way we came. If we don't find you at the house waitin' for us, I'll ride out and look for you."
"I'll beat you to the house, all right," Maureen promised.
"Now, wait a minute," Cathy spoke up. "Why can't we all stay together?"
"I want to prove to this smarty that I'm as good a rider as he is," Maureen said. "Anyway, you cousins can get along without me, I'm sure."
She mentioned' what she chose to regard as a cousinly relationship between them because she wanted to discourage any wrong ideas on Junior's part-just in case. She was thinking about Bart's concern over the matter.
Cathy began to get a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, and she looked at Junior. He was grinning at her in his cocky way.
She was about to tell Maureen that she didn't want to be left alone with him, but decided against it because it would strengthen her uncle's suspicion about her causing trouble with his sons. No, this was something she would have to handle by herself. She would simply tell Junior in no uncertain terms that she wasn't interested in sex, and he would have to leave her alone. Surely he wouldn't dare rape her, if it came down to that!
Maureen noted that Cathy was a little tense, and she wondered if the young girl was actually concerned about being left alone with Junior at this secluded spot. Well, nothing could happen once they got on the trail, Maureen decided. There were no grassy places to stop along the way. So all would be well, provided they left for the house at the same time she did.
Junior's thoughts were running along the same line. When Maureen remarked that it was time to mount up, he replied, "You go on ahead. Cathy and I will be leavin' in a few minutes. I don't feel like gettin onto my horse just yet, and I'm sure Cathy won't mind spendin' a little more time here-it's so pretty." He grinned.
Cathy gave him a quick look, then glanced at Maureen. There was fear in the young girl's eyes.
Maureen decided on a course of conduct that wasn't completely ethical but would satisfy the small doubts she had about Junior and about Cathy's effect on him.
"Okay, I'll see you at the house," she said, and climbed onto her horse. She gave them a wave and headed in the direction of the shortcut trail.
As her horse disappeared from view around a pile of boulders, Cathy glanced apprehensively at Junior.
"Pretty slick the way I got rid of her, wasn't it?" he said, lolling insolently on the grass.
"I don't know what you have in mind," Cathy replied in tart tones, "but nothing's going to happen between you and me-now or ever. I don't believe in sex."
He blinked. "Huh?"
"You heard me. I don't believe in sex." She spoke the sentence slowly and carefully this time, emphasizing every word.
He tilted back his head and laughed.
This angered her, and she demanded, "What's so funny?"
"Baby, you can't believe or disbelieve in sex. It's a fact of life, as they say. I'm a male, and you're a female. You've just gotta naturally take note of that."
"Maybe you do, but I don't," she sniffed. "Anyway, I think it's time we were leaving." She made a move to get up.
Junior reacted with unexpected speed, scooting across the grass and wrapping his arms around her. She gasped. Little erotic impulses started coursing through her, the same as yesterday, but she was prepared for them this time and was determined not to give them a chance.
"Let go of me, Bart Halverson, Junior!" she said, adopting as frosty a tone and as stiff a manner as possible.
He kept his strong arms around her and continued to grin-right up to the point where his lips met hers and his tongue sank sensually into her warm, honeyed mouth. A jolt of heightened desire slammed through her, but she struggled against it. She clawed at him to try to make him turn her loose.
He was strong, and he was able to hold her with one arm while keeping his mouth firmly positioned on hers. The pressure he exerted kept her from twisting her head away. With his free hand he reached for her breasts and caught hold of one of the jutting mounds. He squeezed it through her blouse and bra.
Her breast burst into warmth, and the nipple came up stiff and hard against the abrasive fabric of her bra. Still, she kept on trying to resist him. Finally she succeeded in tearing her mouth off his, and she wrenched partially free of his hold. But this exertion threw her off balance, and a little push from him toppled her onto her back in the soft grass.
She fought with the tenacity of a cornered wildcat, but he was all over her-touching her everywhere and pulling at her clothes. He got her blouse open and ran his hand inside it, onto the fully packed cups of her brassiere. His squeezing, stroking fingers turned her breasts into balls of fire, and she became aware of a moistness between her thighs, plastering the crotch of her silk panties against her tingling vulva.
She seemed to be fighting her body as much as she was fighting him. That was the disconcerting part of it. Her body wanted to surrender! But she mustn't, and she continued to fight with greater urgency than she'd mustered the day before.
Junior's determination was greater, also. He'd been prepared for a struggle, and his male wisdom told him that he would have to win it here and now if he was ever to have this girl. He wanted her more strongly than ever. All his experience to date had been with whores, and Cathy's sweet innocence offered such a refreshing change and challenge that he couldn't keep from going after her.
His cock pressed aggressively against the confinement of his clothes, and Cathy felt it as they writhed together. This had the effect of frightening and titillating her at the same time.
She kept trying to claw him, but missed. She did land a few blows, and she kicked him a couple of times, but for the most part he was having his way with her, opening the top of her blue jeans and beginning to pull them off.
She felt her head growing light, and she feared she wouldn't be able to hold out against his determined onslaught. Worse than that, she didn't really want to hold out, though she knew she should.
He pulled off her boots, then reared back and hauled her snug jeans down her legs. She tried to kick him again but the pants virtually prohibited this as they were wound about her calves. Finally he pulled them off, and she was stripped to nothing below her waist but a pair of thin nylon briefs.
With her shirt flapping open, she twisted onto her knees and scrambled to her feet. She started to run, but Junior quickly got up and took after her. His confining Levi's caused his hard cock to pain him as he tried to run. Cursing, he yanked open his fly and lets his swollen penis out. It lifted and stretched to full extension as he pursued Cathy toward the edge of the clearing.
He watched her ass twisting and quivering in her nearly transparent peach-colored panties, and the sight fired him to a point approaching madness. When he drew close enough, he dived, tackling her around the legs, bringing her down in the soft grass. He landed partially on top of her.
She lay on her belly, and her buttocks quivered in their filmy covering as she struggled to get up. He gazed at her sassy ass and grinned. Then he lifted his hand and brought it down once, and twice, across her bouncy bottom, making her flesh sting and giving her a sense of humiliation that was strangely mixed with sexual arousal.
He laughed and grasped the back of her panty waistband. He pulled the elastic down, baring her smooth, pale buttocks and the alluring crack between them. His cock twitched and drooled its excitement as it towered through his fly ...
Maureen had been waiting a short distance down the trail. She was deliberately giving Junior and Cathy enough time to start fooling around, if that was what they (or he) intended to do, but not enough time, she judged to really get into trouble. Now she turned her horse and directed it back along the trail toward the clearing. Just before she reached the open area, she reined her animal to a stop behind the rocks and dismounted.
She cautiously edged around the pile of boulders and looked out across the grassy meadow. Not seeing the young people next to the creek, she concluded with relief that they must have started back to the house along the other trail. But then she noticed their horses had wandered into the edge of the woods. The animals were quietly grazing.
She was about to step out and call to Junior and Cathy when, with a shock, she saw the two young people wrestling in the grass. She recognized Junior's bobbing tousled head. Her sense of shock increased as Cathy's bare buttocks suddenly rose into view.
Good God! Maureen thought. He's trying to fuck her right here!
Maureen rushed into the clearing, running desperately toward the young people. She didn't know yet what she was going to do, but she had to stop them somehow. Cathy was a virgin, and if Junior were to take her cherry it would produce exactly the sort of involvement Bart was afraid of. This would make bad trouble between Bart and herself, since she'd talked him into letting Cathy remain on the ranch. And it might well ruin Cathy's life in the bargain.
As she neared the struggling young pair, she saw Junior's prick sticking out of his Levi's and quivering with the lust of youth. Maureen turned to butter inside. He was hung nearly as well as his father, she noted. And junior was even harder!
What a kick it would be, she thought lewdly, to lay him!
Cathy's panties were around her ankles, and Junior was trying desperately to yank them off while she writhed and struck at him. Her blouse was open, but she still had her bra on.
"Stop it!" Maureen yelled as she reached them. "God damn you, Junior, let her go!"
The youth pivoted on his rump and gazed at his stepmother through startled eyes. Crying now, Cathy pulled her panties up and rolled over so that she also could look at Maureen. She seemed dazed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Maureen demanded angrily of her stepson.
His lip curled nastily. "It's none of your business. Why'd you come back?"
"Because I was afraid of something like this." Her gaze dropped to his penis, which had softened somewhat but still protruded obscenely from the front of his pants.
He grinned. "Like it?" he challenged boldly.
"I think you're disgusting! Don't you know Cathy's a virgin? Now fix your clothes."
"Unh-unh!" He shook his head defiantly. "I want Cathy, and she wants me."
"I don't! I don't!" she cried.
But he went on, "I'm gonna have her, and you've got nothin' to say about it. You ain't my mother or hers, either."
"I'll tell your father on you."
"So what? What the shit does he care? Cathy's nothin' to him."
Maureen bit her lip. This was a bad situation.
She could tell by the way Junior looked and the lewd way he was talking to her, that he meant business. She would have to get down and fight like an animal if she was going to keep him from carrying out the rape, and even then she wasn't sure whether Cathy and she could overcome him. It would be difficult for Cathy to escape because she would have to run some distance to reach her horse, then mount up, and she was only partially clad.
Moreover, Maureen realized that if she and Cathy were to arrive at the house showing evidence of a struggle, Bart would find out what had happened, and that would largely defeat the purpose of the resistance.
There was only one way to deal with Junior's young lust, Maureen decided, as excitement mounted within her: That was to offer herself to save Cathy!
She believed this would work, because she'd caught Junior looking lustfully at her on many occasions in the past. He'd never dared make a play or even a remark, out of fear of his father's wrath, but he'd wanted her. That much was clear.
She put a sexy smile on her face. "Why don't you forget about Cathy? Virgins aren't much fun, anyway. You'd be smarter to try an older girl, one who knows how to make a man feel good."
Her heart thumped madly as she awaited his reaction.
He stared for a moment as he remained sitting in the grass, his softening penis still exposed. Then he said, "Are you sayin' that you-but Jesus, you're Dad's wife!"
"Your father doesn't need to know."
Cathy listened to the exchange with absolute amazement. Never in a thousand years would she have believed something like this would happen. She was aware that Maureen was making the offer to save her, and she supposed she should be grateful, but the enormity of her shock blotted out everything else.
Junior grinned. "Damn!" he said. "Man, if that don't beat all!" He started to laugh.
If there was one thing, that a woman couldn't tolerate after she'd offered herself to a man, it was laughter. Though in this case it probably signalled only surprise and not rejection, Maureen realized, she wasn't about to stand there and wait for Junior's laughter to quiet down. Any way, she had to convince him right away, beyond room for doubt, that she was a better choice that Cathy.
She dropped to her knees beside him and, before he could even consider what she was about to do, she bowed her head, causing her red hair to splash against his legs and middle. Her hand served up his shrunken penis, and she wrapped her soft, moist lips around it. She began to suck, lashing it gently with her tongue.
Junior let out a groan of savage lust. His cock immediately swelled and stiffened so that it filled her mouth and pressed urgently into her tight encircling throat. She began to bob her head, and her lips compressed as they glided up and down his iron-hard pole.
Cathy gazed at this and thought she was going out of her mind. Maureen was his stepmother! Junior occupied the position of her son. And Maureen had his nasty penis in her mouth, and she was sucking on it ravenously, just the way she'd sucked his father's last night! And look at Junior enjoy it! He was twisting and driving his stiff prick upward-fucking her mouth with the awful thing-while she bobbed her head. Her red hair did a fiery dance in the sunshine!
Cathy knew she should get dressed and run for her horse, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sinfully fascinating spectacle of her aunt pumping her mouth up and down on Junior's hard, brutal cock.
"Oh, shit! Oh, Christ!" he said gaspingly, and grabbed at her hair. "Let me fuck you! I've gotta fuck you!"
Maureen heard, and the thrilling demand turned her cunt into a pool of hot oil. She couldn't wrench her mouth off his huge prick fast enough, and she twisted around to stretch out on her back.
"Pull my pants off-hurry!" she cried as she began to fumble with her shirt.
Junior hopped to a kneeling position, his jutting cock swaying and bobbing through the fly of his jeans. Cathy gazed at it, and at her aunt, and she felt weak. Junior was going to put that lewd thing into Aunt Maureen-to jam it right up her little opening and stuff her belly with it. Then he was going to stroke it in and out until it exploded inside her.
Cathy's pussy itched as she watched and thought about what was about to happen. She slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed the silken crotch of her panties against her hot cuntal lips. Moisture oozed out of her little vessel and seeped through the thin nylon to moisten her fingers.
Meanwhile, Junior pulled the riding pants off his stepmother, baring her beautiful thighs and shapely calves. She kicked free of the garment and he tossed it aside. He grasped at her wisp of blue bikini briefs, pulled them down, and saw for the first time the red-fluffed delicacy of her cunt
He let out an animalistic growl, -and Maureen whimpered over the thought that she was about to have his long hard cock shoved into her to his nuts.
God, make him fuck it good! she thought. I want to climax with him! Make him blast me right over the moon!
She freed her breasts from her bra, pulling the slack garment up around her neck, and Junior filled both hands with her hobbling, stiff-nippled beauties. He grunted as he kneaded them like balls of baker's dough. He twisted the reddish protrusions at their crests. Then he bowed his head and gobbled up a nipple, sucking it moistly as he continued to squeeze and shake the other breast.
Maureen was about to come already, but she wanted his hard cock inside when she popped.
For God's sake, get into me!" she screamed.
"Yeah. Oh, shit, yeah!" Junior groaned, and he scrambled between her spread thighs.
He'd forgotten about Cathy altogether as he eyed the open, wet pussy that glistened in front of him. He tilted his penis down, worked the red-hot tip of it into his stepmother's little cove-and PUSHED!
"Aaaaaaah!" she cried.
"God DAMN!" Junior snorted as his cock sank all the way into her.
Immediately she tightened her cuntal muscles around him, massaging his prick from base to tip ripplingly. Even the girls at Madam's cathouse couldn't do it that good!
"Fuck me-ooh, fuck me!" Maureen exhorted lewdly, and she began to pump her eager hips beneath him, driving her twat against the base of his penis and his big, hairy balls.
Her titties shook, and she drummed her pneumatic buttocks against the grassy ground. Junior's fucking thrusts seemed to reach farther up inside her than his father's ever did. But she knew this wasn't so, because Bart's cock was longer. It was just that Junior's was so sinfully hard! What a thrill it was to get it from a hot and horny teenager!
The fact that this teenager was her own stepson made the excitement all the greater. And she believed Junior felt the same way, because he was driving his dick up her tube for dear life-really powering it in with a wicked snap of his strong, young hips!
Cathy sat a short distance away and caressed her pussy through the sopped, clinging crotch band of her briefs while she watched the sinful act progress to a kicking, squealing finish. Maureen nearly blew her mind, climaxing more intensely than she'd done with Bart the other night. Junior growled and drove his phallus deeply into her, then let it twitch there in her cuntal embrace as it shot her full of his thick, virile cream!
Cathy came softly-but so pleasantly-and she took her hand away from her panties with a sigh. She closed her thighs on the dampness.
What a sinful girl I am, to keep playing with myself this way! she thought. But at least I'm not as bad as Maureen, making it with her own stepson and enjoying it so much.
I'll never let a filthy, evil boy like that make me! In don't care if I live to be a thousand, I'll never, never do it!
But it is fun to watch.
Cathy got up on shaky legs and gathered her pants and boots.
Junior backed off Maureen and his wet cock pulled sucking out of her still spasming hole. He gazed at her red unfurled lips, wet with his juice and her own. They gradually contracted and closed. He stood and stuffed his penis back into his jeans.
"You must never tell your father, understand?" Maureen said as she sat up, still breathing hard. "Never!"
"Don't worry," Junior replied.
Maureen stood up and moved about, picking up her panties, jeans and boots. She felt terribly guilty now-but at least she'd saved Cathy. And Bart would never know what had happened.
"We've got to get back to the house," she told Junior.
He glanced at Cathy. She gazed back at him, her blue eyes opaque with shock. They told him nothing.
But he believed he would get in the girl's pussy some day soon. It just naturally figured.
For the moment, he felt very good. The day had been a great success, if in a surprising way. Who would have thought that Maureen would give herself to him as she had? And that she would enjoy it so much?
Hot damn!
Life could be a ball sometimes. A real swinging ball!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Bart, I want to talk to you."
Maureen had thought the matter over carefully and decided at length that something would have to be said to her husband-not enough to alarm him, hopefully, but enough to make him have a word or two with Junior.
He glanced up from the stockman's magazine he was reading and asked irritably, "What is it?"
"It's about Junior. He's been ... embarrassing Cathy."
Bart's weather-beaten countenance tightened. His blue eyes turned sharp below his bushy brows. "What do you mean, embarrassing her?"
Maureen averted her eyes nervously. "Well, he's been making remarks-and kind of feeling her up.
You know. It's all in fun, I believe, but still-she's virgin, and ..."
"Yeah. She's a virgin. That's the damned trouble!" He slammed down his magazine and stood up. He paced the bedroom.
Maureen, wearing a robe, sat down at her vanity mirror and tried to busy herself by removing her makeup.
"Did she complain to you about Junior?" Bart asked as he stopped behind his wife and stared at her in the glass.
"No. It's just that I've-well, noticed things. It's nothing to get all excited about, but I wish you'd have a word with him. That will solve it, I'm sure."
Bart got up and went out into the night after listening to Maureen. He had some thinking to do, and a woman's presence only rattled a man when he had to sort matters out in his mind.
It was then, as he stood alone in the darkness and gazed at those lights, that Bart got the idea that was eventually to change his life and the lives of all the residents of Halverson Ranch.
Andy left the breakfast table and stepped out onto the porch. He took a deep breath of the crisp morning air and told himself he was lucky to be alive and to live on the ranch.
A little while ago, as he'd watched Cathy across the table, his mind had started to wander. She was a marrying type of girl-not like the other young women he knew-and he imagined for a moment what it would be like if he were married to her.
She would be his, all his. She'd keep his house and have his babies. There would be satisfactions. But he'd have to live in a town and hold down some humdrum job-he'd be shackled by responsibilities.
Cathy had watched Andy, too. She wanted to talk to him, but then his father came up.
As she watched him walk beside his father, she let her mind go on an expedition which was not unlike the one his had taken a little while ago. She thought of being married to a boy like Andy. It would be pretty fine, she decided, except for one thing: She was afraid she would enjoy the sexual part of it too much.
For a few moments, she allowed her imagination to run free, and she visualized herself in bed with Andy. She didn't visualize it really, because she thought of the lights being out, and one couldn't visualize a scene in the dark. What she did was to feel it.
She felt Andy's strong arms around her, and she dared to feel the thrust of his rampant cock, as she'd felt Junior's on the two occasions when he'd tried to make her. This time she welcomed the hardness and what it portended.
She felt Andy roll on top of her and settle between her eagerly parted thighs. She imagined the thrust of his penis against the seal of her virginity, she imagined that seal breaking, not painfully but sort of dissolving away, then she seemed to feel Andy's long, lean hardness gliding way up inside her-throbbing in her belly-turning her to molten fire ...
No! Oh God, NO! I mustn't think such things! They're wicked and evil! Even when a girl's married, she shouldn't ENJOY sex. Not like that.
With her cheeks burning, Cathy stepped off the porch and strolled over toward the old well.
One thing's for sure, she told herself. If I wanted to enjoy sex-if I wanted to be THAT KIND of a girl-I'd be that way with Andy instead of Junior.
But she wasn't "that kind" of girl, she promptly reassured herself. She wasn't like Maureen, for instance, who could have fun with an old man like Uncle Bart and with his young son, also! I'm not like that, Cathy thought defiantly.
She tried to put the entire subject of sex out of her mind, but it wasn't easy. There was something about the elemental atmosphere of the ranch-the closeness to nature and the presence of strong, handsome men around her that seemed to keep the subject active in her consciousness. Though against her will, she kept re-living her two experiences with Junior which had brought her perilously close to a sinful surrender.
CHAPTER SIX
The next day Cathy was surprised when Uncle Bart invited her to go riding. "There's a patch of ground over near the section line that I have to look at," he said. "Water's been standing there ever since our last rain. I've gotta figure on putting in some drainage."
Cathy and her uncle saddled up at the barn. She still felt a little sore from her ride the previous day, but she supposed that the only way to get used to horseback riding was to do a lot of it, so she figuratively gritted her teeth and swung aboard her mount.
Bart didn't talk much as their horses plodded along the trail side-by-side. Cathy made a couple of attempts to launch a conversation, but his answers, while pleasant enough, were abrupt. He was not much of a ladies' man, she concluded.
But at least he'd asked her to go along, and that had to mean something. She hoped it mean he'd decided to accept her presence on the ranch and would quit asking Aunt Maureen to send her away.
The spot he wanted to inspect was a grassy, tree-fringed area which was nearly as remote and picturesque as the place she'd visited the day before with Maureen and Junior. While there was a small pool of water standing in the center of it, the area under the trees was dry and pleasant. They dismounted there.
Bart looked around. Then she noted that his gaze centered on something off in the distance. He was squinting.
"Hellow!" he said. "Somebody's ridin' out here."
As the rider drew near, Cathy recognized him as Lash Lathrop, the ranch foreman.
When she'd first met Lash, a little shiver had gone down her spine. There was something the girl didn't like about the man-something that frightened her; Perhaps it was his sharp way of looking at a person with those dark eyes of his, or maybe it was the ugly scar on his cheek. She supposed she associated the scar with the movie villains she'd seen; they always seemed to have scars on their faces.
Lash rode up, reined his horse to a quick stop, and jumped off. "Mr. Halverson, you're wanted back at the house right away," he said. "There's an important call from Chicago-something about one of your stock show entries. There's been a mix-up of some kind."
Bart turned to her. "Sorry, Cathy, but I'd better get right back. I'll want to take the trail pretty fast. You can rest here for awhile if you like, then come along later with Lash. Take care of her, Lash-you hear?"
"I certainly will, Mr. Halverson," the wiry, dark-complexioned man said. He swung down out of the saddle and approached Cathy.
She stood beside the horse and looked at him as he slowly walked up beside her.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Your saddle is a little tight. Here, let me adjust it."
Standing beside her, Lash bent and seemed to do something to the strap that passed under the horse's belly. As he straightened up, he placed his hand on Cathy's thigh which was snugly encased in stretch-pants.
A startling sensation went through her as he trailed his hand quickly upward onto her plump, firm buttock. He gave the buttock a familiar squeeze.
She looked at him, and his eyes burned into hers. But he was smiling.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, her voice a trifle shaky.
"Because I felt like it. You liked it, didn't you?"
"I certainly did not!" Her cheeks colored. "And I'll thank you to keep your hands to yourself from now on. Of all the nerve! I have half a notion to tell Uncle Bart! What's the matter with you?"
"The only thing the matter with me is that I get a hell of a hard-on every time I look at you. Now what do you think of that?" He grinned, smirking, his eyes glinting.
"I'm leaving," she said as firmly as possible, and turned to mount her horse.
He let her place her foot in the stirrup and start to swing up into the saddle. Then he ran his arm around her waist and lifted her into midair. He carried her away from the mount, kicking and screaming, and tossed her onto the grass.
He stood over her, his legs planted a little way apart, and glared down. She looked up at him fearfully. She didn't know what to say or do. She was sniffling back the hurt to her dignity-and to her fanny, when he'd dropped her.
"I think well just spend a little while out here together," he announced. "You need some taming down-and some wising up, also."
"How dare you talk to me that way! And how dare you treat me like this."
"Baby, I can dare anything. You'd better get that through your cute little head before we start, then the whole thing will go a lot easier. Now, why don't you take your clothes off?"
"WHAT?"
"You heard me: Strip! I want to see what I'm gettin'."
"You're getting nothing!" Cathy exclaimed, and started to scramble to her feet.
He grasped her and flung her down to the ground again. This time he went with her. She cried and fought him savagely, but it was easy for him to pin her on her back and to flatten her arms and legs against the ground as he straddled her.
Cathy was amazed and terrified, and she felt humiliated in the extreme. The man was even stronger and more determined that Junior. He made Junior seem like an ineffectual boy. Lash was about thirty, lean and hard, and evidently without a scruple to his name.
She struggled against him, but it was utterly futile. He just smirked down at her, enjoying the way her breasts vibrated inside her white, shiny blouse.
"You're out of your mind!" she panted. "Let me up this instant."
"Unh-unh," he told her, shaking his head. "You ain't gonna get up for quite awhile. Not until you're a lot calmer and a full-fledged woman. I'm gonna teach you the facts of life, baby. Then maybe you'll quit being such a teaser, like the way you were the other day when you ran away from Junior in the hay barn. I saw you scurry across the yard with your clothes all undone and your bare tits stickin' out."
Tits! He'd said tits! He was the vilest, most despicable man Cathy had ever know! And it was clear to her that he meant to force her to give in to him. She couldn't imagine how he dared to be so bold. Perhaps he really was out of his mind. But his mental processes weren't important to her now. The only thing that mattered was that he intended to fuck her.
"Let's take off that blouse," Lash said, and reached around her to get at the buttons that ran down her back.
"No!" she exclaimed, and started to struggle.
He grasped her by an arm and neatly gave her a twist, which flopped her onto her belly. He held her at the back of the neck, pushing her face into the grass and quickly unbuttoned her blouse.
Cathy felt horribly degraded. Nobody had ever treated her this way before. She kicked and moaned loudly. He paid no attention.
After he'd opened her blouse to her waist, Lash slipped his hand under the strap of her white brassiere and wrenched its hooks open. A giddy thrill went through the girl as her breasts, suddenly unrestrained, spread voluptuous against the ground.
He rolled her onto her back again. She clawed and tried again to kick him, but missed in both attempts. He yanked her blouse off her shoulders and held her arms close together so that he could pull the garment completely away from her.
One of her bra straps had slipped down. The cups merely lay atop the loose, quivering mounds of her breasts. Grinning tightly, the ranch foreman slid his finger under the bra at its center and flipped it up around her neck. Her round, pink nippled titties were exposed.
"Hey, that's all right," he said, showing his white teeth as he grinned.
"Please-ooooh, please!" Cathy wailed.
"Go on, baby," he chided. "You're gonna love this."
Then he pressed his face to her young, firm bosom and began to lick and suck. Wild sensations went through her. They were even stronger than the ones she'd felt with Junior-perhaps because her situation now seemed so utterly hopeless. This man was very strong and determined, and it hardly made any sense to fight him. But she had to! She couldn't give in without a struggle. Her morals demanded that.
His wet sucking mouth moved from nipple to nipple, and he licked each one thoroughly before he took the tingling flesh-buds between his lips. He sucked and laved them with his warm, moist tongue. He nibbled at the pegs of erectile tissue. Hot darts of sinful delight coursed through her.
"No! No!" she said aloud, and she writhed against his face. But it only caused her taut breasts to vibrate and her nipples to leap in and out of his mouth, arousing him still further.
When he straightened, he pulled her bra off and tossed it aside. Then he grasped the top of her stretch-pants and easily pulled them down. He left them wound around her legs for a moment, making it impossible for Cathy to kick him when he placed his hand on her belly which was sheathed in flesh-toned bikini panties of thin, silky nylon. He caressed her quivering tummy, then slid his hand down over her mound and between her thighs, pressing the narrow crotch of her panties against the flaming, moist lips of her cunt.
She closed her eyes against the tremendous thrills that rocked her. Oh God, no! Dear God! I can't give in to him! she thought. But her suppressed passionate nature was already hoisting its surrender flag.
When Lash slid his hand underneath her silken briefs and petted her pussy directly, she felt as if she must cry out for him to take her.
But the words that came from her lips were still, "No-no-no!" as she writhed and attempted to kick him.
He quit caressing her crotch for a moment and devoted himself to her boots, which had to be removed before he could get her pants and panties off. He leaned on one of her legs, holding it against the ground, while he pulled the boot off the opposite foot. Then he reversed the procedure and tossed the second boot away. Her stretch-pants came off with a single yank dragging her flimsy nylon briefs partway until they were wound around her thighs just above her knees.
"Damn, baby, but you're a pretty sight!" he said, grinning evilly. "Especially with your panties half-on and half-off like that. I'd like to have a picture of you that way."
"I hate you!" Cathy screamed, although her hot young body was singing a different tune. Her virginal cunt already was awash with excitement.
She made a gesture of grabbing for her panties and trying to pull them up. But Lash curled his fingers around the crotch, noting the fresh, warm moistness which seeped from her pussy, and yanked the panties all the way down.
Cathy felt an overpowering sense of having lost-of being utterly doomed-as he pulled her panties from her kicking feet. Never had a boy or man removed her panties before. She felt totally vulnerable without them-miserably debased.
Lash grasped her, his hands around the backs of her ankles, and pushed forward, at the same time spreading her legs apart. The result was that her crotch and ass were laid open to his lascivious gaze as they'd never been exposed to anyone before.
Her cheeks burned with mortification as she imagined his hot eyes prying into the pink, moist split of her vulva and touching the tight puckered hole of her anus.
The man's prick pounded against the inside of his Jockey shorts as he gazed at the breathtaking beauty of her firm young thighs, so creamy-smooth as they converged on the blonde-fringed splendor of her virginal cunt-then at her cunt itself, small and tight, yet partially open to him now as he held her legs back and well apart. Finally his gaze stroked like a paintbrush down into her buttock cleft where a pinkish-brown dimple winked at him from between white, firm loaves of flesh.
He was going to have real fun with this chick! Old Man Halverson had never given him such a dandy job before. He only hoped the old man was right when he'd said there would be no trouble afterward. Halverson was the law on the ranch, true, but there was a larger law outside, and if this girl were to get away and talk to a deputy sheriff.
Lash preferred not to think about that-at least, not now-and he did have a great deal of confidence in Halverson. The ranch owner could probably keep the heat off, as he'd promised.
Now it was time for Lash to turn the heat on his own special kind of heat that he loved to lavish on clean, young girls like this one. She was "eating stuff if he'd ever seen any, and he was about to have a feast which would bring pleasure to his libido and open her pretty eyes at the same time, he hoped.
Cathy lay in the grass with her legs pushed almost up to her breasts, except that they were wider apart than that, and she felt utterly humiliated. But her pussy was dribbling madly. She imagined that Lash could see the moisture oozing out of it as it curved toward him, ripely split
What is he going to do next? she wondered. What fiendish torment does he had on his depraved mind to try?
She learned quickly enough. And she discovered that, while it might be fiendish and depraved in the judgment of her morality, it was something else to her pleasure-senses.
Lash placed her legs atop his shoulders and bowed his head into the sweet, warm valley between her thighs.
She reacted with panic. He mustn't do this to me! she thought. Not THIS!
But the foreman zestfully lay is long, moist tongue against the even moister, pink slash of her pussy and began to sensually swab his tongue up and down, licking indiscriminately over her silky hairs and the slippery edges of her cuntal folds.
Squirming, Cathy knew how Aunt Maureen had felt when Uncle Bart made love to her in this perverted way. It was magnificent! And it became even better, if that was possible, when Lash wiggled his sinful tongue in between the slippery flanges of her cunt and slurped up her free-flowing juices while fluttering the tip of the evil instrument against her hot-as-a-cinder little clit head, which trembled and throbbed so blissfully that she thought she was about to explode.
Lash had never eaten a pussy that was so delightful. He wormed his tongue in and out of all her slick labyrinthine folds and finally concentrated on the hot secret opening of her vagina which he licked ardently, then tried to penetrate. But her maidenhead stopped him from sticking his tongue in very far.
Cathy was oohing, aahing, and wiggling her legs on his shoulders as her sweet pussy bobbed against his sucking, licking mouth. He decided to let her come this way and give her an idea of what an orgasm was really like. Then maybe she would get over her silly attitude of resistance and eagerly give up her cherry when it came time for him to jam his jim-dandy into her.
He hunkered down, concentrating entirely on her clitoris. He kept his arms wrapped around her thighs, holding them fast against his shoulders so she couldn't thrash around too much, and he proceeded to lick, suck, and bite her little pea of a clit heat. He went at it like the experienced cunt-lapper that he was, intent upon giving as well as taking pleasure, and proving he was more a Casanova than a cold-hearted rapist.
Cathy grooved. Then she flipped. She went wild with passion, and though she continued to tell herself how awful and perverted and wrong it all was, nothing had ever felt so thrillingly right to her before! His licking, lashing tongue made her hot clit pulsate like it had never done against her own hand. Then as he sucked the slippery jutting nubbin, she panted and moaned with all the unabashed frenzy of a heifer being bred. Finally as he nibbled on the little clit-actually took it between his teeth and bit on the firm-spongy flesh protrusion-she went up like a rocket on the Fourth of July!
All the tension fell away from her like a winter coat on the first day of spring, and she rose in naked glory to a height of physical sensation she'd never approached before. Her entire body throbbed and seemed to expand, turning into out-rushing waves of energy that radiated from an exploding center, and for long breathtaking moments she was at one with all the universe-with the very spirit of life itself.
"Ooooooh-ooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooh-" she panted as she kept throbbing in utter bliss, her clitoris vibrating against his teeth and lips and tongue.
Finally the spasms tapered off and she gradually relaxed. What relaxation it was! She'd never known anything like it before.
Lash gently lowered her buttocks against the grass and raised his head. He smiled at her with lips which "were wet with her virginal cum.
"My God-oh my God!" she moaned.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, deliberately underplaying what he knew had been a tremendous experience for her.
So bad? So BAD?
Yes, it was bad! She still believed that. But it also was wonderful! She couldn't deny what her senses had reported and what happened to her when the climax struck. It was better than anything she'd imagined-so much deeper and stronger and all-embracing.
Lash stood up, and she noted hazily the huge lump in the front of his dark, close-fitting jeans. Standing over her, with his legs planted a short distance apart, grinning down, he began to disrobe, unbuttoning his shirt first.
Cathy didn't say anything, nor did she move. She couldn't move right then. She merely stared up at him with her pink lips moistly parted, her high, firm breasts rising and falling, their rosy nipples stretching toward the sun, and she waited.
She hadn't altogether given up the fight, but with her world turned upside down, as had happened just moments before, she hadn't yet been able to regain her grip on reality. She wasn't sure she could even define reality at the moment. All she knew for certain was that what was happening was terribly wrong, yet unspeakably good at the same time, and that more was going to happen before it was over.
Much more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lash hauled down his Jockey briefs and his long, limber cock shot out and upward, quivering as it tightened into an eight-inch-long erection. The hood pulled off its bulging rosy head, and Cathy stared up at the fearsome instrument which, unless God intervened to save her, was going to puncture her virginity.
She moaned and felt new tightness gathering throughout her body. "Don't-please don't!" she said, directing the desperate entreaty as much to her own traitorous body as to Lash, who obviously wouldn't be affected by anything she said.
He dropped to his knees beside her, and his stiff prick bobbed. Cathy gazed at the awesome organ close up and noted the clear moisture that was seeping from the hole at its tip, spreading a glaze over the huge bulb of red, blood-choked flesh.
How mil that ever fit inside me? she wondered fearfully. It will hurt something awful! It will tear me! It will.. .
Stark terror gave her the impetus to suddenly pull herself together, and from somewhere she got the strength to roll quickly onto her hands and knees and start to lunge to her feet.
But Lash jumped after her and grasped her around the tits and middle, his heavy cock whacking against her thigh.
"Ooooooh!" she wailed piteously, and collapsed beneath him, certain that all was lost now.
But that cock of his! That gigantic cock! She couldn't take it. It would surely kill her.
Lash laughed now that he'd subdued her, and he ran his hand down her gently curving spine into the dip at the small of her back, then up onto the flaring rounded loaves of her bottom. Her ass was smooth and firm and quivery to his touch. His prick gave a tight jerk as he massaged the beautiful fanny, rolling and shivering its close-set globes.
He pushed himself backward a little and gripped the cheeks of her ass, one in each hand. She felt terribly humiliated as he squeezed and pulled the lovely buttocks apart, exposing the puckered indentation that nestled between them.
Suddenly he had an urge to do something that he'd never done before, and he pressed his face into the hot canyon of quivering flesh. His pursed lips surrounded her tingling little anus, and his tongue touched it.
She squealed with a sudden, sweet shock.
How wild and terrible! she thought. How FILTHY! But she didn't make a move to struggle as Lash licked her hot asshole lovingly, and the shocking thrills she received were a revelation. How could she react so strongly to something BACK THERE? It was amazing!
Finally Lash raised his head and rolled her over onto her back. She was quiescent now-hot and tight and waiting. But when she got a new glimpse of Lash's prick, so frightfully huge and hard, she was spurred to start fighting again.
"Baby, you just don't know when to quit, do you?" he said, breathing hard as he once more pushed her down.
Still kneeling at her side, he placed one arm across her quiverying firm breasts and slid his opposite hand over her belly and into her crotch. His deft fingers manipulated the slick, wiggly folds of her vulva. He tickled her clit and grooved his middle-finger through her clammy hotness and across the super-sensitive mouth of her vagina, which was trying to open for him.
She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side in the grass, her blonde hair fanning out. Now she didn't know what she wanted or what she was going to do, if indeed she could do anything at all. Mentally she was nearly numb. But physically she was quivering with awareness.
Lash kept caressing the tender inner mouth of her cunt, running the tip of his middle finger round and round it. Gradually he slipped his finger inside the ring of soft flesh, but was unable to gain any depth because of her hymen. However, his caresses were having the effect of widening her cunt-mouth slightly and stretching the hymen so that it would rupture more easily when the moment for penetration came.
That moment was fast approaching. Lash wanted to capitalize on her present condition, and his prick was demanding the feel of hot female flesh around it as it throbbed with blood.
Unfortunately, he would have to use a rubber this first time with her. Halverson had specified that. Destroying her virginity was one thing, but giving her a baby was something different. That would complicate matters and perhaps defeat the purpose of the whole scheme.
Lash reached into his clothes, brought out a small foil packet, and prepared himself. Then he settled between Cathy's things. "She realized with desperate alarm that it was about to happen to her-the first penetration, her loss of virginity. Her first fucking!
God, no! She couldn't let it! Though her body tingled with desire and her young cunt was all but gaping in mute solicitation for the man's big prick, her righteousness remained unvanquished. She realized with a sickening sense of dread that there was nothing she could do.
Lash grasped his cock and swabbed its great head over her tingling wet snatch. She whimpered, and a spastic twitch went through her.
"Please ... please ..." she moaned.
He laughed and wiggled his cockhead into the nest of her vulva. She felt it pressing against her barrier. She was certain that the hurt would be terrible when he pushed for entry.
"No-nooooooh!" she cried.
"Easy ..." he told her. "Easy ..."
Then suddenly he was pushing-forcing-hurting-and above her his teeth gleamed white as his upper lip pulled back. He let out a growl. Cathy gasped. As the pain sharply increased, she started to scream.
When his brutally blunt-headed instrument burst through her virgin's tissue, rending it suddenly and fully, the pain abruptly ended and Cathy received instead a voluptuous sense of pleasure as his lengthy, bone-hard, wrist-thick rod glided up-up-up her previously unused channel, opening it to traffic and stretching it to accommodate his vehicle of monstrous proportions. She gasped and held her breath as the great fullness crept deeper and deeper into her, throbbing with the force of life.
"Oooooohooooooh-oooooooh!" she said.
"Good?"
"Yesssss-good!" she heard herself pant.
But she didn't mean it! It wasn't good! It was disgusting and sinful. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her!
"No-no-nooooh!" she said, and began to push at him and writhe. "Get off! Get out of me! You have no right!"
He let out another quick, tight laugh, and then he began to stroke his cock in and out of her hot twat. He worked it up and down, in and out, forging deeper and deeper, opening her more and more with each thrust. But she remained blissfully tight and his eyes nearly rolled back in their sockets as her clutching slippery snugness pressed around him.
He kept fucking her harder and deeper and faster-slapping his lean, hard belly against her trim soft one, grinding the coarse hair at the base of his shaft into her fluffy cunt, feeling her encircling wet warm vagina take him and take him as he powered his hot meat into her slippery depths.
To Cathy, the sensation was beyond comparing to anything she'd ever known or imagined. Though she had thought of fucking many times, mostly in the secret recesses of her mind or at fleeting moments when the monitor of her morals was dozing, she had never imagined it would feel like this. The sense of penetration was awesome and so deeply thrilling that she felt she had to hold onto her senses to keep them from flying away from her. The fullness was supreme. The gliding rhythmic friction of the cock-strokes-in and out, in and out, gave her much warmth and a great sense of being possessed and wanted. She couldn't believe the surge of emotion which it evoked in response. She felt as if she truly were blossoming-opening-giving up all reserve and inhibitions as she pledged every nerve and sinew of her body to the performance of this act of acts.
She began to rise to the man's rhythmic thrusts. The inner muscles of her pussy were quaking. She cried out and clutched Lash. She felt her legs scissoring against his pumping hairy flanks.
"Yessss! Oooh, doooo it!" she heard herself cry, drowning out completely the small voice that still cried, No!
Lash was greatly reassured and encouraged by her positive response. He ran his arms underneath her, plastering his torso against hers. He stepped up the pace of the screwing, bobbing his thick, lengthy piston in her cunt with greater and greater speed.
"Oooooo-ooooooh-ooooooh!" she panted excitedly as her hips worked eagerly beneath his.
She felt the world closing in, tightening around her. The pressure was intense. It was as if she couldn't breathe. She feared her heart might stop. She gasped, let out a sharp keening wail, and still the piston prick kept pumping-driving in and out of her-fucking her, FUCKING HER ...
"Ooooooph!"
When her climax struck, all tension shattered, and the inward pressure turned into an outward rush. There was a tremendous bursting and blossoming of warmth. Blissful rays permeated every cell of her body, setting her atingle from head to toes. She was throbbing-pulsating-vibrating with super life! Then suddenly Lash's great phallus lurched deep within her, rocking her anew. She went into another spasm of completion, building on the heels of the first, shaking her to the marrow of her bones and nearly causing her to fain.
Somehow she survived with all her senses intact, and slowly-very slowly and gradually-she returned to a kind of equilibrium.
That was when the awful guilt closed in on Cathy. She had done it! She'd had sex. She'd let this man take her.
She tried to resist the blame by telling herself that she hadn't let him. He'd forced it. She had fought.
FOUGHT? Don't be a silly goose! You didn't fight him You LET HIM DO IT. YOU WANTED HIM TO DO IT! You are as wicked and evil as he is. There's no hope for you!
"Get off!" Cathy screamed, and she began to beat at him with her fists. She writhed in a futile effort to break their connection.
He pushed himself up on one arm and managed to control her flailing fists with his other hand and the pressure of his torso. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded. "Wake up! You enjoyed it! You loved it! It made a woman of you."
"Nooooh! Oooooh, noooooh!" she wailed miserably. "It made a slut of me! I hate you! I hate myself! Get OFFFFF!"
It appeared to the foreman that he wasn't yet through with her. He certainly couldn't let her go home in this condition.
That was no good. It was sick. Something would have to be done.
She needed more sex. More sucking and fucking.
He slid off her sideways and turned her, wrestling her onto her stomach. His cock hadn't completely softened: The-thrill of subduing her had been so great that one climax, strong as it was, hadn't completely satisfied him.
He gripped her billowing hips and boosted her into a position of further humiliation, so that her lovely young ass was aimed up in the air. He pushed Cathy's knees forward and well apart, adequately bracing her, then quickly moved around behind her.
Her pussy hung open-wet and red in its center, tinged with a trace of blood. The curly blonde hairs were plastered against the outer lips of her vulva. He enjoyed the sight of this for a few moments, then quickly changed rubbers, discarding the semen-filled sheath and replacing it With a fresh one. She could have moved, but she did not. She knelt there with her head on the ground, feeling terribly degraded but throbbing with a new sense of excitement at the same time.
He gripped his rod and wiggled it into her warm, sopping quim. The girl whimpered, and a tremor that he could feel passed through her.
Again she could have scrambled away for at least flattened herself against the ground. But again she was virtually immobilized-waiting for whatever would happen next and wanting it, though she still assured herself that she didn't.
His prick quickly re-stiffened to workmanlike condition as he wiggled its head in her small swamp. Then he pushed and sank his hard cock into her to the hilt.
"Oooooh!" she exclaimed.
Cathy was getting prick again, only this time from the rear! Her cheek and breasts pressed against the grassy ground, and her buttocks waved in the air. She could hardly have imagined a more shameful position.
And now the ranch foreman was stroking his thick shaft into her cunt once more, driving it deep with every plunge, so that his firm stomach spanked her bouncy buttocks.
"Oooooh-ooooh-ooooh-ooooh!" she said, in cadence with the noisy slap, slap, slap, of flesh against flesh.
He kept fucking, twisting and grinding as he stroked. He held her white, smooth hips and began to wiggle them in counter-motion to his thrusts. She picked up the rhythm and moved her own hips against him. That was good!
No! she protested inwardly as lust took hold of her again. But it was true. Again she was hungry for prick, wanting it and taking it eagerly into her soppy hole.
There was not hope. She was lost.
She undulated her back and rotated her fine young ass in lascivious counterpoise to his driving, grinding motions. The fucking increased in speed and power. They climaxed at almost the same instant, and heaved together, quaking and undulating voluptuously.
They sank slowly to the earth, and Lash eased his prick out of her. He turned her to face him. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder.
"Now be honest," he said. 'Tell me you're glad it happened."
She closed her eyes. "Don't talk to me."
"All right," He stood up.
At least she wasn't yelling and blaming both of them any longer. She would adjust, he believed. In fact, the whole thing had gone more smoothly than he'd thought it would. And what a natural, hot fucker she turned out to be! Give her a little experience-and time to adjust-and she would be the finest piece of ass a man would ever want.
"Come on," he said gently. "We'd better get dressed and go back to the house."
How could he suggest that they just put their clothes on and return to the company of decent people after what they'd done? But then Cathy reminded herself that her aunt and uncle weren't exactly decent, and certainly Junior wasn't. That left only Andy.
A fine young man like Andy wouldn't want her now.
"Are you going to get up?" Lash asked.
"Yes," she said finally, her voice weak and quavering. "I suppose I'll have to."
She had once, in a melodramatic moment, promised herself that she would commit suicide if a man ever were to rape her. She didn't recall the pledge now. But she did feel as if she wanted to die.
The ride back to the house was painful both physically and mentally. But for the most part, hers was a spiritual sickness. She had lost her belief in who she was. She would have believed that she was a complete slut except for the fact that Lash had forced her-at first.
"Are you gonna tell anybody what happened?" he inquired, almost casually, as they rode along.
"No," she said.
That's a smart girl"
Cathy didn't know if it was smart. But she couldn't talk about her misery. Not to anyone. Certainly not to anyone on the ranch. None of them would understand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cathy spent a fitful night during which she tossed and turned and berated herself mercilessly for the awful thing she'd done. The act itself could have been charged entirely to Las, as rape, in spite of the fact that she hadn't resisted as strenuously as she might have. But she couldn't deny that she'd enjoyed his fucking, both of them, and the perverted mouth-loving that he'd given her before. The fact of her enjoyment accounted for most of the guilt she had to bear.
To make matters worse, she kept re-living the pleasurable sensation of his huge, stiff prick as it pumped inside her, and the shocking delight of his tongue as it worked tirelessly over the sensitive surfaces of her vulva. How could she get along without experiencing those pleasures again?
The next morning, Andy tried to strike up a conversation with Cathy after breakfast, but she evaded him almost rudely and went for a walk alone. The big ranch dog, Prince, trotted beside her, and she petted his great head and thick glossy coat.
She wasn't aware that she was walking near the corral where Lash and a couple of his men always tended to the horses in the morning. But suddenly she looked up and there he was, standing in front of her and grinning tightly, the scar on the side of his face appearing especially ugly in the morning light.
"Leave me alone," she said sharply, and tried to edge around him.
But he caught her by the arm and forced her to stand still. Finally she raised her gaze to his.
"You're despicable! I never thought a man could be so evil. Now let me go. I never want to see you or talk to you again."
"Liar," he said gently as he mocked her with his eyes.
She tried to get around him, but the foreman grasped her and drew her into a warm embrace. He kissed her on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips, and he felt her resistance collapse weakly. She melted against him as he wrapped his arms around her.
Andy was standing on the front porch of the house, watching-a fact of which Lash was aware. When the foreman grabbed her, Andy had been about to run to her aid. But now that she apparently was enjoying Lash's kiss, leaning against him and returning his embrace, Andy seethed over the foreman's effrontery and Cathy's evident acceptance of it.
Just then, Junior sauntered up. His gaze followed Andy's to the embracing couple who stood next to the corral.
"Ooooo-eeee!" Junior said. "Looks like Lash is makin' some time there."
"Shut up," Andy growled.
Junior grinned at him. "Does that bother you? Shit, don't let it! We'll all be makin' that hot little cunt pretty soon."
Andy whirled on his younger brother, angry enough to lash out with a fist. But he caught himself. Violence wasn't his way. Anyhow, Junior was just a dumb kid.
"Don't talk about Cathy like that," Andy cautioned.
"Why shouldn't I? She ain't so special. Man, I nearly made her myself a couple of times." Once more Andy seethed. Maybe Junior was right. Maybe Cathy wasn't as special as she'd seemed at first. But he didn't want to believe that.
"Leave her alone. She's a virgin," he said.
"She won't be for long if she keeps foolin' around with Lash," the younger fellow replied speculatively as he watched them continuing their embrace.
Then abruptly he said. "Well, I got chores to do," and headed for the barn.
Andy waited until Cathy and Lash had parted and she'd continued with her walk, then he stepped down off the porch and went over to where the foreman was saddling a horse.
"Lash, I want you to leave my cousin alone," he stated bluntly.
The older man eyed him. "She ain't your cousin, and she's of age."
"I consider her my cousin," Andy said.
"Oh, do you? I thought maybe you considered her something else."
"Just what do you mean by that?" Andy demanded, stepping closer.
"She's a mighty pretty girl, and you're a young, horny stud."
"I ought to jam those words right down your throat."
"But you won't," Lash said confidently, "because your pa wouldn't like to have us fightin'. Anyway, I've got no quarrel with you. Far as I'm concerned, when it comes to a female, her wishes are what count. Cathy let me kiss her and she kissed me back. You saw that."
Andy glared at the older man for a few moments, then turned and walked away. He was on weak ground to raise hell with Lash, and he knew it. Cathy was indeed of age and could do what she wanted. The guy hadn't used any real force with her. After their kiss had started, she'd held on as much as he had.
Also, Andy was all too aware that Cathy wasn't really his cousin. If she were, he might have felt as protective toward her as he'd indicated in talking with Lash-but he wouldn't have had the other feelings that choked his chest and threatened to turn his cock hard every time she walked by!
Angrily he went to join Junior in the barn. They had a lot of work to do, and that didn't allow any time for mooning over girls.
But he couldn't get Cathy out of his mind quite that easily. And he couldn't shake the conviction, deep inside, that she was better than she'd seemed a little while ago when Lash had embraced her.
Just before she'd walked away from him, Lash asked Cathy to meet him outside the house that evening. She'd refused. But judging by the way she'd kissed him and the look in her eyes when he let her go, Lash believed she wanted to keep the date. Whether she would or not was another story.
He decided to be on hand out there in the darkness, just in case she showed. And in case she didn't, he would go up to her room.
When the time came, he strolled over by the towering poplar trees at the front of the house where he sat down in a lawn chair and waited. Cathy didn't appear.
It was past eleven o'clock, and everyone in the house had gone to their rooms. The windows of the master bedroom were aglow, but Lash would have had to move farther away from the house in order to see up into the room. He had no desire to do so.
Cathy's windows were dark. He took this fact, in combination with her failure to show up outside, to mean that she'd retired for the night.
To be on the safe side, he'd told Halverson he might want to go up to Cathy's room tonight and he'd asked for clearance. The old man had okayed it, provided Lash wait until the downstairs of the house was deserted. The front door would be left unlocked, Halverson had promised.
As soon as the lights in the master bedroom went off, Lash walked to the front door of the house, opened it, and very quietly climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Cathy was lying in bed, thinking about the situation in which she found herself. She concluded that it was intolerable. The idea of striking out on her own frightened her, but she began to believe this was what she should do. She was surrounded by sin in her aunt's and uncle's house, and if she wanted to salvage anything of her soul and of her future she would have to get away.
Already she had lost her virginity and she'd committed a great deal of sin. But she believed she could make up for that and set herself right once more if she were only somewhere else.
Perhaps tomorrow she would tell her aunt that she wanted to leave.
A sound at the door broke into her reverie, and she glanced in that direction. Slowly the door began to open. She froze.
She was about to scream when the moonlight revealed the identity of the person who crept into her room. It was Lash!
She sat up quickly. "What are you doing here?" she demanded in a sharp whisper.
He moved to the bed, and she saw that he was grinning. "You didn't come down to meet me, so I figured you wanted me come up."
"Well, you figured wrong. Get out of here this instant, or I'll call my uncle."
"Will you?" Lash asked skeptically. "You didn't tell him about yesterday."
"That was-different."
"I don't reckon it was," he said, and began to take of his clothes.
No! she thought desperately. Oh God, no! He can't do this! Not right here in the house! I won't let him!
He still had all his clothes on-even his boots and he was on top of the covers while she was mostly under them. But he began to pull the covers down, and the roughness of his belt and buttons scratched her. His hand was rough, also, as it skidded down her front. He pulled up the skirt of her nightie and cupped the tufted mound at the base of her belly.
"No!" she said sharply. "Oh, no-no-no!"
His fingers teased the soft, pliant lips of her pussy, wiggling them and parting them, then pinching them together. She moaned.
He sealed his mouth to hers once more.
As soon as Lash was nude, he pulled up her simple nightgown and took it off. She whimpered softly as he basketed her breasts in his big hands. He rubbed the emerging nipples with his coarse thumbs, and they tingled as they rose into pink exclamation points. He lowered his face and sucked up one of them.
God, oh God! she thought. I'm so evil!
And then, once more, carnal thrills washed out all deliberate thought, and she surrendered to the sweet sensation of being sucked and petted-of having her vagina invaded by the man's coarsely probing finger-of having her tender buttocks squeezed and mauled. His passionately sucking mouth moved from titty to titty, and his tongue lashed her nipples before his lips and teeth drew them deep into his mouth's warm wetness.
She felt his stiff prick sandwiched upward against her thigh. She wanted to touch it-to take it in her hand-but she didn't dare to this on her own.
He rolled her over and kissed the length of her body, starting at her shoulders and continuing down her back while she writhed and whimpered. His wet, soft lips and abrasive tongue covered both of her plump young buttocks, sucking, nibbling and licking until the sensations drove her wild. He clamped his teeth around portions of her pliant ass and chewed sensually, hurting her just enough and leaving marks, she feared.
He moved to her thighs where he licked some more, moistening them thoroughly before he turned her onto her back and dove at her pussy. The succulent, gold-fringed delicacy was ready for him now, its pink inner lips slick with the oil of her excitement, and his sinfully eager tongue lapped this up as it delved between the folds, titillating her quivering nerve-ends and driving her deeper and deeper into the clutches of lust.
She panted and murmured half-articulated sounds as she rolled back and forth, her eyes closed, her mouth hungrily open. His tongue was marvelous on her cunt, searching out every little hot-spot and pleasuring it intensely. Now it wiggled into her vaginal canal, and her muscles spastically tightened around it.
"Oooh, Lash-Lash-" she heard herself say.
He came up and offered his mouth to her. She kissed it eagerly and, when he jammed his tongue in between her lips, she sucked on it. This was the first time she'd ever sucked anyone's tongue. It had a peculiar but not unpleasant taste, and she realized that this probably was the flavor of her own pussy.
His hand was working on her vulva again, rubbing the wiggly, wet lips up and down-opening and closing them-pinching them gently-frigging them with his stiff, long finger. She wanted to scream! She sucked his tongue harder.
Finally he withdrew his mouth from hers and took his hand away from her cunt. He crawled on his knees toward the head of the bed, and she viewed with mingled feelings of fascination and alarm the sight of his stiff swaying prick as it approached her face.
She couldn't keep from staring at it in the dim light as he finally knelt next to her head and let the huge, fearsome penis point at her mouth.
"Wouldn't you like to try it?" he asked.
A throb went through her. "Noooooh-oooh, noooooh," she said weakly.
"Go on-just a taste."
He leaned forward, and his cantilevered cock swung to and fro above her face. She gazed at it and his dangling balls, shrouded with hair.
Lash braced himself against the bed's headboard and watched her intently through narrowed eyes. He gripped his cock and directed its wet, bulbing head toward her mouth.
The scent of the organ struck her first, and she panicked, turning away. Lash grunted and leaned closer still. He pressed the head of his penis against her nose.
She had another experience of nearly freezing in shock. She did not move. But she had to breathe. She drew in a deep draft of cock-scented air and found to her surprise that this second inhalation wasn't as bad as the first-in fact, the smell of his prick was almost pleasant, in a way.
Lash sensed that she relaxed a little, and he wiggled his penis against her nose, swiping the wet head back and forth. She felt humiliated-but not sickened, as she'd imagined she might be.
He transferred his prick to her lips and pressed the tip of it against them. At first, she held fast because, even if the penis wasn't such an unpleasant thing, it was wrong and degrading for a girl to take it into her mouth.
But passion was still at work inside her, urging her onto a course that was contrary to the one her morality dictated.
Lash kept wiggling the tip of his penis against her closed lips, seeking to persuade her to open them. He went to work on her verbally as well:
"You want it, baby. You know you do. Take it. Give it a little suck. It tastes good."
Her brain reeled. The pungent aroma of the thick, moist cock filled her nostrils. The press of its wet, firm-spongy head against her lips excited her sense of touch. She even imagined that she could taste it already. Her heart hammered. She wanted to open her mouth and take the prick in, but she shouldn't! She SHOULDN'T!
She wasn't sure just how it happened-whether it was due to an extra little push Lash gave, or if her resolve suddenly crumbled away-but one moment she was still resisting, holding her mouth tightly closed, while her brain wheeled giddily and her insides seemed to turn to warm jelly, and the next moment she had an amazing mouthful of thick, throbbing cock, and it was being jammed deeper and deeper. She was sucking and tasting and smelling it all at once as it stuffed her mouth and part of her throat, and it almost made her gag.
Lash was stroking it in and out, in and out-fucking her mouth with it and she sucked hungrily, gliding her encircling lips up and down the thick, long shaft.
Her pussy throbbed, and seemed to blossom like a flower at dawn, rich with dewy nectar, yearning for the stinger of some bee. But she had the stinger in her mouth, and she didn't want to give it up yet.
She began to suck very hard, and he pulled back a little. She made an anxious sound in her throat and grasped his balls with one hand while she pulled at his ass with the other. He continued to stroke his prick Up and down in the pink circle of her sweet young lips, and he thrilled to the wonderful sensation that her wet, warm, sucking mouth imparted.
He wanted to finish this way-to drench her throat with his cum. But he knew it would be a mistake to go this far with her just yet. He had made remarkable progress as it was.
He drew back, and his wet cock slid out of her encircling, sucking lips, making a noisy Pop! Her mouth fell open wide, and she panted moaningly.
"What do you want, baby-what do you want?" he asked as he rubbed his hand back and forth across her full, springy tits.
"I want-ooooh God, I want-"
'Tell me," he coaxed, and kept caressing her breasts.
"I want you to-fuck me!"
It seared her to hear that vulgar, shocking word emerge from her own lips. But she said it again and again:
"Fuck me, Lash! Oooh, fuck me! Baby, I want to be fucked so bad!"
"You're gonna be fucked very good," he promised, and he slid over her thigh to kneel between her warm, tapering columns.
This time, instead of using a rubber, he took a small tube of ointment from his discarded jeans and smeared the jelly-like substance into her open vagina. She whined anxiously as he worked his finger around in there.
"I want you inside me," she whimpered. "Not your finger-your thing!"
He chuckled. "You'll get it in a minute. I'm fixing you now so you won't have a baby. You're gonna have to start taking the pills."
"No-no!"
"Okay. Have it your way." He got rid of the tube of ointment and positioned his prick for the thrust.
"Are you ready?" he asked unnecessarily.
"Oooh, yessss! Fuck meeee!"
It did his heart good to hear those words coming from her, and he presumed it would do her good, also. She couldn't very well refuse to face the facts about herself after this.
Also, she should be easy to handle tomorrow, when the moment came to cash in on the scheme Halverson had instructed him to carry out. The old man should be very pleased!
But for the moment Lash was interested only in pleasing himself and the beautiful teenaged blonde who lay spread out beneath him. He worked the end of his penis into her softly receptive cunt, then pushed, and his entire cock glided smoothly into her.
"Oooooh, yes-yes-yessss!" she said, much more animated and actively involved in the act that she'd been the day before. Cathy started immediately to pump her hips.
He didn't hesitate, but set to stroking deeply and firmly right away-rocking her, shaking the bed, and causing its frame to bump intermittently against the wall.
Lash's long penis stroked in and out, in and out through the tight, pink mouth of Cathy's cunt, and each time it forged farther up her snug, slipplery channel. His deep, hard penetrations thrilled her beyond words, and she was more relaxed now, without her loss-of-virginity hang-up of yesterday. She moved with him eagerly. She panted as she pumped her hotly encircling pussy around his stroking cock, and they were in a marvelous fit! The result was even more wonderful than before.
Now she knew the lewd delight of being fucked nearly out of her mind and not worrying. She gave herself to the act with gusto and felt her breasts shake obscenely against the man's hard, hairy chest while his prick did such marvelous things to her pussy-slashing, driving, stuffing, stretching, ramming her full of him!
She couldn't seem to stop herself from babbling lasciviously as she screwed with an utter lack of inhibition. The small voice of conscience which had bothered her on the previous occasions when she'd delved into sex, was completely silent now. While the act was going on, she was all harlot, living for pleasure and nothing else. There was nothing else in the whole flipping world!
She clutched the broad, bare back of the man who fucked her and pulled him more tightly against her hobbling breasts as his jackhammer hips drove his hot cock faster and faster up her clasping crevice. It felt good! So good!
This was what she'd always needed and wanted! She would never be able to get enough of it! She screamed as she approached her climax!
Maureen sat up in bed next door. "Bart, we've got to see what's the matter with Cathy," she said. But he rolled on top of her again and attempted to restore his erection.
Meanwhile Lash abandoned all restraints as he fucked the young girl with fiendish intensity, rocketing her over the cliff of sanity, causing her to swoon with delight as she came again and again in rapid fire staccato fashion. In the midst of it, his spurting prick hosed the inside of her vagina, and this was an added fillip which cause her to go into yet another paroxysm of orgasmic bliss. Finally she relaxed and just drifted down-down-down.
Lash slowly withdrew his softened penis from her body and climbed off. He stretched out beside her, then was surprised when she rolled into his arms and said, "You love me, don't you?"
"What?"
"You do love me. Tell me you love me." He was faintly amused. "Sure, I love you, baby." She offered her mouth for a kiss, and he kissed her while idly fondling her buttocks. If she and Lash were in love, it made everything all right, Cathy tried to assure herself. This was a new and desperate answer for the guilt feelings that had returned to assail her as soon as the pleasure ended. Perhaps her previous notions about sex had been too prudish and restrictive, she speculated. Love did make a difference. Everyone said that.
If Lash was in love with her, it solved another problem, also: She would have someone to look after her, and she wouldn't have to venture out into the world on her own.
But she didn't press him for a firm commitment now, almost as if she were afraid the rationalization wouldn't stand up. She was content for the moment just to hold him in her arms and kiss him and make herself believe that she had a man of her own. This eased her guilt, which hadn't been so strong this time, anyway.
Slowly but certainly, her attitudes and reactions were changing. She couldn't possibly have known how far the change would eventually carry her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Cathy, dear, I heard some noises in your room last night. What was going on?"
Aunt Maureen's challenge, though uttered with a friendly smile, nearly caused Cathy to falter as she walked downstairs.
"Oh, it-it wasn't anything, Aunt Maureen," the young girl said. "I was just having a bad dream."
"That's too bad," Maureen sympathized, willing to believe the explanation even if it didn't jive too well with what she'd heard. It was evident that Cathy was all right, so what except a dream could have caused her to cry out in the night? "That dream must have been a wild one," Maureen commented.
Cathy blushed a little. "Yes. It was."
They walked together to the breakfast table. Andy and Junior were on hand, but Bart was nowhere to be seen.
"Your uncle's out talking to the foreman," Maureen explained. "He'll be here in a couple of minutes. In the meantime, we can start. Maybe it's rude," she added with a smile, "but I'm famished."
Now Cathy was double flustered. Was it possible that Uncle Bart suspected what had happened last night and was questioning Lash about it? Oh God, if the truth were to come out, she would die of shame! She couldn't claim she'd been raped last night. There was no explanation she could offer which would soften her guilt at all, except that she and Lash were in love. But somehow that struck a hollow note even in her own mind this morning.
She sat down to breakfast, blushing and training her eyes on the table in front of her. When she finally gained the courage to glance up, she noticed that both Andy and Junior were looking at her curiously. Junior gave her his usual cocky grin, but Andy glanced away. He seemed thoughtful.
She felt very cheap.
Bart had gotten a report from his foreman on what had happened the night before, and he seemed as pleased as Lash had expected.
"Finish it up tonight," Bart ordered. "Take her to the bunkhouse about eleven o'clock."
Lash winced. "Maybe we're rushing things a bit, Mr. Halverson."
"Nonsense. She'll never be readier than she is right now."
"I don't know. She kind imagines she's in love with me."
"Then that's all the more reason why you ought to hand her over to the crew. God damn it, Lash, I don't like this any better than you do. She's a sweet kid-or at least was, before this started-but I'm fighting for my life."
"Sure, Mr. Halverson."
Lash didn't quite understand his boss's last statement, but the old man was entitled to his own viewpoint of things. As for Lash not liking the adventure with Cathy-that was so much horseradish! He'd loved it. Yes, and she'd loved it, too. So he didn't see why Halverson should be edgy.
With a worried expression on his face, Bart left the barn and headed back toward the house. He only hoped Andy and Junior wouldn't be too disappointed when they found out the "truth" about the sweet, young girl that they both obviously admired.
Cathy lay in bed that night thinking of Lash and Andy. Even Junior entered into the fringes of her thought. Now that she'd become a woman and had really learned what sex was all about, all males had taken on a new dimension of interest. She had a great admiration for Andy, in particular. But Lash was the man she knew and the one she'd fancied she might be in love with.
She tried to shelve the conflict and drift off to sleep, but she remained uneasy. She rubbed her thighs together, and her pussy throbbed in response. Suddenly she realized that she wanted sex again. God, she was turning into some kind of sex fiend! What was the word for girls like that? Nymphomaniac. It frightened her.
She turned fretfully onto her other side and punched at her pillow.
Just then she heard a sharp bump from across the room. She sat up in bed and strained her eyes to see in the dim moonlight. Thump! There it was again. This time she localized the sound: Something had struck her window glass.
It was a signal!
She remembered some old movie in which the hero had attracted his lady's attention, after she'd retired for the night, by tossing pebbles against her bedroom window.
Cathy immediately became excited, and she jumped out of bed. She hurried to her French door, opened it wider, and stepped out into the balcony.
Lash was standing in front of the house, gazing up at her. He whispered sotto voce, "Come on down."
She thought she should argue with him and tell him she couldn't do such a thing. But she wanted to go. And why shouldn't she, if she wanted to?
"Just a minute," she whispered back, hoping this wasn't heard in her aunt's and uncle's bedroom.
Her heart sang as she moved away from the window and quickly removed her nightgown. Without turning on a light, she found a dress, then considered whether she needed under things. Just panties, she decided, and took a fresh pair of pink briefs from her dresser drawer. She stepped into them, snapped the elastic at her waist, and ran her forefingers under the leg bands, tucking those elastics neatly underneath her buttocks. Then she wriggled into the dress, found a plain pair of sandals, and slid her feet into them. Still without turning on a light, she strained to see her image in the dresser mirror and worked frantically with a comb, then a lipstick.
She thought happily, What an impetuous man Lash is to call me out like this in the middle of the night! How he must want me! She wanted him just as badly. There was no use kidding herself about that.
She hurried to her door, then abruptly slowed up and opened the door carefully. She stuck her head out, looked up and down the hall to make sure she wasn't being observed, and quickly left the room. She closed the door soundlessly behind her and hurried along the carpeted corridor and down the stairs.
Las-Lash-she thought excitedly. A little while ago her thoughts had been of Andy; but now they'd done a turnabout. Maybe this was proof that she really did love Lash. And perhaps his appearance at this unexpected time was proof that he loved her, also. He just couldn't stay away from her, it seemed.
She rushed out of the house and into his waiting arms. They kissed and embraced fervently. Her unfettered breasts rolled against his chest, and he felt her nipples rise to prick him through her dress and his shirt. He slid a hand down her back, onto her buttocks. They were firm and bouncy as he rolled and patted them.
He boldly pulled up her dress and caressed her plump ass cheeks through her thin nylon pants. His prick tensed against her belly.
"Oh, I feel you-I feel you!" she exclaimed happily as she broke their kiss. She tried to get her hand down between their bodies so she could play with his cock.
"Hey, not so fast," he said with a chuckle. "Let's sit over here in the lawn swing."
"It creaks," she protested. "I'd rather lie down on the grass."
"Lie down, hm?" he said with a meaningful twinkle in his eyes, and squeezed her.
"Oh, yesss! I want to lie down with you. I want to fuck with you, Lash," she added blushingly.
He chuckled again. 'That's the way! A girl oughta learn how to ask for it."
"You're the only one I'd ever ask," she said, overcome at the moment with a rush of emotion for him. "We love each other, don't we?"
"Sure, baby, sure."
They walked over to the grass and sat down. The ground wasn't cold enough to be uncomfortable, and there was no dew.
She reclined with him. He drew her into his arms. Their mouths met, and their tongues rubbed moistly.
He pulled her skirt up around her waist and petted her ass and pussy through her thin, clinging briefs. Next he opened the buttons at the front of her dress, slid a hand inside the garment, and gripped a firm, silken breast. He squeezed the luscious globe and shook it gently. Her urgent nipple scratched his palm.
His cock was giving him fits by this time, and she added to his arousal by rubbing the firm, protrusion through his jeans. Whining anxiously, she tore her mouth from his.
"Let me take your cock out," she whispered, and her fingers began to fumble at his fly.
He marveled that she'd turned into such a hot little chippy in just a few days, and he congratulated himself on bringing the change about. But he couldn't let her have her way with his prick right now. The boys were waiting in the bunkhouse, primed for a high old time, and Lash's sole purpose at the moment was to condition Cathy so that she would want to swing, also. He had to get her so hot that she wouldn't care how many studs she took on-or who they were.
He dislodged her hand from the front of his jeans, then placed his hand on the infinitely softer crotch band of her panties. He stroked up and down between her thighs, pressing the thin nylon against the burning, moist lips of her vulva.
I'm a terrible slut to let him do this to me outdoors here, in front of the house, she thought. But I don't care any more. I really don't care. It's because I love Lash and he loves me. That makes all the difference!
This was a rationalization which had become exceedingly handy, and she believed it at the moment.
While he continued to stroke her cunt through her clingy, damp briefs, he used his other hand to scoop a ripe titty out of her dress. He placed his warm mouth around her rigidly standing nipple and sucked on it.
She moaned, "Lash-ooooh, Lash-I want you!"
"Yeah, baby," he said, and slid his hand to her crotch.
She thrilled as her silky cunt-hairs glided under his caress. His middle finger opened her soft slit and tickled the slick little head of her clitoris. She gasped. He glided his finger down her slippery trough of flesh and into her hole, which was hot and clasping.
"Ooooooh-aaaaaah-uuuuuuh," she whined. She rotated her quim around his diddling finger, pressing herself against his hand. "Do it to me! Really do it to me, Lash!"
He smiled to himself and quickly pulled off her panties.
Cathy felt wonderfully lewd, lying there on the grass right in front of the house, without any pants on and her dress pulled up around her middle. A week ago, the mere thought would have scandalized her, but she'd come a long way in the last few days. Fallen a long way was more like it, she knew. But she wasn't going to spoil the moment by thinking those thoughts now. Anyway, she and Lash were in love! She kept assuring herself of this, as if to silence the mocking doubts that had troubled her earlier.
Lash dug into his pocket, brought out his tube of contraceptive cream, and squeezed a small amount onto his middle finger. He held the lips of her vulva apart with his other hand and inserted his cream-coated finger deep into her velvety, wet crevice.
"Oooooh, dar-linnnnng!" she said, and he felt a tremor of excitement pass through her.
She was nearly as ready as she was going to get, he decided. They wouldn't have to wait much longer...
Upstairs in the house, Bart stood at his bedroom window and watched the two persons writhing on the grass below. His large penis tensed and lifted in his pajamas as he gazed at the white V formed by Cathy's outspread legs. He could see Lash's hand moving in her crotch.
That cockhound! he thought.
Then he reminded himself that Lash was only doing what he'd been told, the loyal foreman at all times. Poor Cathy! But she seemed to be enjoying herself very much at the moment.
Bart shifted his pajamas slightly so that his prick could poke its blunt head out through the fly.
He realized that his hard-on was evidence of the fact that he too wanted Cathy. But he didn't have any expectation of screwing her. He couldn't really imagine himself doing it, even after she'd been thoroughly debased at the hands of the horny cowboys in the bunkhouse. The purpose of all this wasn't to cater to his lust-or to anyone else's-but to save his ranch and the future he envisioned for it.
He hoped Cathy wouldn't emerge from the incident too badly scarred in an emotional sense. But if that happened, no one would ever know he was responsible, because Lash would never talk out of turn.
As Bart continued to watch the two figures on the grass, he concluded that they would be leaving for the bunkhouse at any moment. As soon as that happened, he would quietly go to his sons' rooms and alert them about what was going on. Then they would go down to the bunkhouse and see for themselves. By the time they got there, the orgy would be well underway, and it would appear as if Cathy had instigated it herself. Bart could state that he'd seen her go there of her own free will with Lash.
What would Andy and Junior do? Bart wasn't sure what his sons' initial reaction would be, but he was confident that in the long run they would lose their interest in Cathy-or at least lose interest in her as a marriage prospect, and that was what h wanted. He hoped the two youths wouldn't rush in to the bunkhouse and start throwing punches a the cowboys. He believed they were too smart f that, because the circumstances would sugg that Cathy had entered into the orgy voluntarily.
Bart turned and glanced at his sleeping wife.
As if his glance conveyed some sort of message, she suddenly stirred and touched the empty bed beside her. She sat up.
"Bart, what is it?" she asked, blinking into the darkness.
He quickly fumbled his pajama pants closed, and turned his back on the window. "Go back to sleep, Maureen."
"What are you doing up?"
"I was wakeful, that's all. I was just looking at the moon. Now go back to sleep. Everything's all right."
"Strange-I thought I heard something before. Do you suppose Cathy's all right?"
"Yes, of course she is. Lie down now." He walked over to the side of the bed and urged her to a reclining position.
"Bart, I'm worried about her. She was having bad dreams last night."
"She's okay," he said with a touch of irritation. "Now forget about it, will you? Go back to sleep."
She gave him a sharp look, but in a moment closed her eyes. He stood beside the bed for a little while, watching her. She appeared to have dropped off to sleep.
He returned to the window and noted that Lath and Cathy were still lying on the grass. But it wouldn't be long before they would be going to the bunkhouse...
Cathy wrapped her legs around Lash's clothed thigh and rubbed her burning cunt against the coarse fabric of his jeans. "Oooh, please ... please ..." she moaned. She was beside herself with passion, and she knew this made her out to be a tramp, according to the code which she'd always believed in. But she excused herself on the grounds of love.
Lash caressed her bare breasts, rubbing the springy mounds and tweaking the firm rubbery pegs that jutted from their summits.
She clawed at his pants. "Come on and give it to me! I can't wait any longer."
"Okay. But not here. Come along to my bunk."
She sat up and blinked at him.
He thought, God, she looks wanton with her tits sticking out of her dress like that!
"You want me to go into the-bunkhouse?" she asked unbelievingly. "But there are men in there!"
"I've got my own little room at the front," he lied. 'The other fellows won't disturb us. They won't even know we're there."
"Are you sure?"
"Baby, would I want to embarrass you or put you in a bad spot?" He lifted one of her full breasts, squeezed it, and let it go with, a flip. It bobbed voluptuously.
"I know you wouldn't," she said, and they kissed. Again she caressed his hard penis through his pants.
He helped her to her feet, and they walked toward the bunkhouse, his arm about her waist. The top of her dress continued to hang open, and her projecting tits quivered saucily, their stiff rosy nipples nodding up and down. He passed his hand across them, enjoying the springy way they wobbled under his caress. He placed his lips against hers and gave her his tongue. She sucked on it.
The bunkhouse was dark and quiet. Inside five horny cowboys waited. They had been watching Lash and Cathy from the window, just as Bart had been watching from the window of his bedroom. Lash had told the men to climb into their bunks and remain quiet when he first brought Cathy into the barracks-like building. He would snap on the lights when it was time for the orgy to start.
The door of the bunkhouse creaked slightly as he opened it, and a little shiver went down Cathy's spine. A stuffy aroma reached her nostrils as she followed Lash into the crude building with its bare wooden floor. The boards groaned underfoot.
"Isn't-there a-light?" she asked haltingly.
"We don't need a light now," he said, and shut the door behind them.
"Why don't you take your clothes off?" she murmured as she ran her hand up and down his lean, hard form.
That was a good idea, he decided. The other fellows were going to be nude when they came at her, and he didn't want to be at too great a disadvantage.
He felt a little sorry for the girl-this was going to be a shock for her. But she would quickly get over that and enjoy herself, he believed. She had a great capacity for sensual enjoyment. She'd proven that by the manner in which she'd responded to him during the last few days.
She glanced nervously around the area where they stood. The moonlight that came in through the front windows revealed that they were in a small section of the main room which was curtained off. This hardly gave them much privacy, but she supposed it would be all right. Lash ought to know.
She watched him step out of his jeans, then his Jockey shorts. His long cock curved outward from his pubic bush-not quite hard, but not soft, either.
She moved over to him and grasped his penis in her hand. She began to stroke it, and it came up like a post. She glided the velvety foreskin up and down over the blunt, bulging head.
"Take your dress off," Lash said huskily.
She stepped back and did as he'd directed. Her full breasts gleamed delightfully in the moonlight, the nipples hard and jutting as ever. His gaze swept down her lush, youthful form to the cloud of blonde hair that clung to her delta.
What a treat for the hired hands! he thought. Man, they'll drool over this!
He drew her into his arms and stood a little sideways, so that his erection wouldn't poke her directly. He kissed her and let his tongue stroke obscenely in and out of her mouth, imitating the motion of his prick when they fucked. He rubbed her tits, then slid his hand down to her pussy and fondled its moist, heated folds.
She tore her mouth from his and panted. "Do it to me, Lash! I can't wait!"
"Lie down," he instructed, his throat growing tight because he knew that the moment of truth was near.
She lay down on his creaky bed, and he stepped to the wall where the light switch was. One flip of that button would turn on the lights all along the ceiling. The hired hands would leap up from the bunks, rush to the front of the room, and tear down the curtain that had been temporarily erected. Then it would be every man for himself.
Hang on, Cathy! thought Lash. And he pressed the switch.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as a brilliant light went on right above her, nearly blinding her for a moment. But then Lash leaped onto the bed, his stiff cock bobbing, and she decided that she appreciated the light.
She didn't detect the sounds of the other men getting out of their bunks and approaching. She was too anxious to squeeze Lash's cock-and kiss him-and feel his caresses up and down her body.
"Oooooh, darlinnnng..." she purred, and wrapped her arms around him. She closed her eyes as she received and returned his tongue-stroking kiss.
His lewdly pumping tongue raped her mouth with such telling effect that it set up a buzzing in her ears, and she .didn't hear the curtain being torn down as Lash pressed her blonde head into his pillow. Also, his finger was up her slit, wiggling salaciously about, and this, too, was a powerful distraction.
Her entire body throbbed with lust-but that was all right because Lash loved her and she was in love with him. She could hardly wait for him to drive his sturdy prick where his finger was and send her rocketing on another boundless trip to the stars! She opened her eyes.
A man was looking down at her. Another man. Another one. The bed was surrounded by them. She couldn't believe her eyes, and yet...
The curtain had been pulled down.
She wrenched her mouth free. "Lash! LASH!"
"Easy, baby," he said, and rolled away from her.
This was his cue for the other men to move in, and they did it eagerly. All five of them-old, young, and in between; tall, short and medium; stout and thin; all naked; all with their cocks rigidly aroused-dropped onto the bed or onto their knees beside it.
Cathy screamed. But after that, she couldn't make a sound, for a wet mouth clamped itself onto hers, and a strange tongue fucked its way between her teeth. Hands grasped her tender breasts and mauled them. Lips and tongues slithered along her thighs. A mouth landed directly on her hot, open pussy, and its tongue slithered obscenely up her crevice. A bushy head replaced the hand at one of her throbbing breasts, and a three-day growth of whiskers scratched her sensitive skin as the man's tongue lashed her nipple, causing it to tingle madly in his wet, sucking mouth.
She still could hardly believe what was happening to her, and she wasn't able to assess it. But she could feel its effects up and down her aroused body-all over her-and, in spite of the revulsion that engulfed her already-weakened morals, her voluptuous nature soared.
Hands stroked and pinched and petted her everywhere. Mouths fought one another for possession of her throbbing cunt and tingling nipples. Tongues licked her obscenely. Lips nibbled and sucked. Erect cocks slapped against her thighs and arms and middle as the men swarmed over and around her. One dirty, bewhiskered face after another kissed her pink and dainty lips, bruising them. Lascivious tongues leaked saliva into her mouth.
She felt terribly debased and humiliated, and yet she was enjoying herself as she never had in her life! That was the astounding part. She moaned and writhed. She clutched at the cocks all around her, stroking one, then another-stroking two at the same time!
She caught glimpses of Lash, moving back and forth, participating with the other men in this mass degradation of her. She had no special feeling for him now. All men seemed the same. They represented a multiplication and magnification of sexual pleasure-all desired, all needed, in order to bring her to a supreme height of unabashed, uninhibited fulfillment!
A prick slapped against her cheek as one husky cowboy crowded out a couple of others and straddled her neck. His balls dragged across her chin and his strong-smelling penis lay against her nose. Frantically she grasped it and tilted it downward until its slimy head skidded between her lips and sank deeply into her mouth.
She felt a man settle between her legs, and his hard cock pushed against her open, dribbling slit. Eagerly she thrust her hips forward, and his rod invaded her to the hilt. She sucked wildly on the cock in her mouth while the other one stroked vigorously in her pussy!
She came.
She came again.
She couldn't count the comes that followed that, as prick followed prick up her spasming, wet vagina and one after another of the slime-coated cocks breached the soft portals of her mouth. She felt flooded with semen between her legs, down her throat, and over her bobbing stiff-nippled breasts.
She reached for man after man, pulling them to her. She moaned obscenely for their pricks ...
Andy and Junior stood in the doorway, staring at the fantastic sight, their father watching from behind them.
"My God!" Andy said, and turned away, shaken. Junior licked his lips. His eyes burned brightly, and his cock stood bolt-hard underneath his pajamas and robe.
Bart touched his arm. "We've seen enough, son. Come on. Let's get back to the house."
Junior usually obeyed his father. On the ranch, the old man's word was law. But aroused as he was by the sight of the blonde and beautiful Cathy, getting it from all sides by this bunch of satyrs, Junior brushed into the room to join them, tossing off his nightclothes on the way. That's all right, Bart decided. In fact, it's good. He might have joined the orgy himself, if it weren't for his position on the ranch. His conscience now was eased, because the girl seemed to be enjoying the whole thing tremendously.
Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away from the licentious scene, and he turned, intending to go back to the house. But he froze in his tracks. Maureen was standing right behind him, gazing into the bunkhouse with a strangely bemused expression on her face. "Wh-what're you doing here?" he asked. "After you left our room, I had to find out what was going on."
"Well, now you know. So come back inside." But she kept staring into the room, watching the naked men, now including her own stepson swarm over Cathy. "How did it start?" she asked in a vague, entranced tone.
"Cathy just came down here. That's what I was watchin' out the window. I couldn't believe it at first. I didn't want you to know."
Maureen realized there was nothing she could do. Her days of trying to "save" Cathy were over. She turned, and her legs were weak as she walked back to the house beside her husband.
Bart's cock kept bothering him all the way. As soon as he and Maureen reached their room, he embraced her, and they sank together to bed.
"You're going to have to screw the living hell out of me," she told him.
"God damn!" he exclaimed. "I'm ready!"
CHAPTER TEN
When Cathy finally returned to her room that night, her brain was swimming. She felt utterly weak and, for the time being at least, her sexual desire was slaked.
More than anything, she felt wonderfully free. And sleepy. She dozed off almost as soon as her head touched the pillow.
She awoke refreshed, but conscious that she was badly in need of a bath. She put on her robe and hurried to the bathroom.
She began to examine her thighs and feelings as she drew water in the tub. As she lazed in the warm, luxurious bath, she reviewed the happenings of the previous night, and she discovered to her surprise that she no longer had any hang-ups about sex. She could think about what had happened-all of it-and neither blame herself nor cook up phony excused that had to do with "love" or being "forced" to do things against her will.
She'd enjoyed what had happened exactly for what it was, and now she accepted that fact. How could she do anything else? The impact upon her morals had been so massive, and her response so thoroughly sensual, that to deny the reality of what had occurred last night would have been like denying life itself.
She climbed out of the tub, toweled herself carefully, and wrapped her robe about her. She returned to her room, and was surprised to find Maureen seated there, waiting. She also wore a robe. She stood up as Cathy entered.
The young girl smiled. "Hello, Aunt Maureen."
"My sweet baby..." Maureen said sympathetically, and embraced her.
"Tell me, are you all right?" Maureen asked as she released her.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
Maureen bit her lip. "Well-I know about last night."
"Oh." Cathy didn't look away. She felt no need to do so. Instead, a quick smile lit her face. "That was pretty wild," she said.
"They forced you, didn't they?"
"No."
"You mean, you went to the bunkhouse on your own accord?"
Cathy nodded. "I didn't know just what was going to happen, but I can't say I'm sorry. It was fun." She hesitated, then continued, "So if that means you don't want me around here any more, I can take a job in town, I suppose, and find a place to live there."
It was no longer so unpleasant to contemplate being on her own. She now believed she could handle it. But she would have been happy to remain at the ranch, if that was agreeable with everyone else.
"We all want you, darling," Maureen said quickly, and again rushed to embrace her.
There was something about Maureen's tone and the impetuous quality of her embrace that suggested more than the normal concern of an aunt for her orphaned niece. This was further borne out by the caress which she sent gliding down Cathy's back. It didn't omit the young girl's buttocks. In fact, it tarried teasingly there, gently massaging her plump, shapely globes.
A warm sensation spread through Cathy, and this surprised her at first because it was similar to the response she felt when she was caressed by a male. But the person now embracing her was a woman-and her own aunt, at that.
She pushed back a little and looked Maureen in the eyes. The older woman was slightly flushed. She seemed nervous.
Cathy was intrigued by the sensation she'd experienced a moment ago. "It felt good when you touched me that way," she said guilelessly.
"Did you-really like it?"
"Yes, I did," Cathy replied, and waited.
The main problem was that Cathy was her niece. Also, they were in Bart's house, and there was that promise of two years ago which Maureen had scrupulously kept.
"What's the matter?" Cathy asked. She was puzzled by her aunt's uncertain expression and still intrigued by the sensual thrill she'd gotten from Maureen's caress.
"N-nothing," Maureen said. But there was a great deal. In spite of the arguments, both moral and practical, against becoming involved, she felt her resolution growing progressively weaker until finally she said, "you must be tired-after last night. How would you like me to-give you a massage?"
Cathy's eyes narrowed. She wasn't sure just what was happening to her, but the idea of being caressed and stimulated by her aunt's stroking hands seemed very attractive indeed. And there was no moral objection. After last night, she could no longer delude herself with the belief that sex morals mattered, one way or the other. In fact, she didn't think about them.
"I believe I'd like that," she said, and immediately slipped off her robe.
Maureen gazed at her niece's shivering, taut breasts which were so full yet so firmly erect. The hot-pink nipples were standing up attentively. Maureen's gaze flashed downward, and she gasped slightly as she took in the beauty of Cathy's gossamer, golden pubic hair, freshly fluffed by a vigorous toweling. The young girl's belly was exquisite, her thighs creamy-smooth and full at their tops.
Maureen's knees trembled. "Wh-why don't you-lie down on the bed?"
"Is something wrong, Aunt Maureen?" Cathy asked. Her eyes sparkled, for she actually found the older woman's nervousness amusing. What was there to be nervous about, for God's sake? There was nothing that could make Cathy nervous any more!
"No. Of course not." Maureen tried to pull herself together, and succeeded for a moment. "Just lie down. First on your stomach, if you like."
Cathy immediately complied, stretching out on the bed. Her plump, perfectly rounded buttocks quivered as she settled herself.
Maureen gazed at them and felt a tremendous wave of heat pass through her. Her knees wobbled again. With trembling fingers, she unbelted her robe and shrugged it off. Her nipples were like little chunks of rock, except that they tingled madly, and her pussy was moistening.
Cathy's cheek was against the pillow, and she was looking the other way, so she wasn't aware that Maureen had removed her robe. She seemed perfectly composed. Maureen bent over her and began to massage her back with tense fingers.
More quickly than she'd intended, Maureen's massaging strokes ranged downward toward the magnificent young, firm ass that beckoned her. "H-how does this feel, darling?" she asked.
"Very good, Aunt Maureen. It's very pleasant."
Maureen felt a catch in her throat, then suddenly all restraint gave way and she was touching, rolling and rubbing Cathy's beautiful buttocks. She bent quickly and pressed her parted lips against one of the resilient, sweet-scented mounds.
A wonderful thrill went through Cathy, and she twisted around. She saw that her aunt was nude, and this gave her an added surge of excitement.
"Hurry!" Maureen said as she straightened up. Her expression was anxious. "Roll over!"
Cathy just gazed at her for a moment, hardly able to believe the change that had taken place in her aunt.
"Damn it, roll onto your back!" Maureen demanded in a kind of frenzy. "I need you. Now!"
Cathy rolled over, and to her thrilled amazement Maureen immediately knelt on the bed and pressed her parted lips to one of Cathy's nipples, tongued and sucked it, then kissed her on the navel, THEN...
"Oh, God, Maureen! God!"
Her aunt's head wedged itself between Cathy's quivering thighs, red hair flashing against pale skin as her talented tongue traced the slit of Cathy's cunt, fluttering and gliding. The young girl ignited into a forest fire of passion. Her aunt's oral caresses were more exciting than a man's. Her tongue was tiny, and her lips were soft and gentle, and she knew exactly how to apply each lick and nibbling little suck in order to inspire the maximum response.
Maureen's buttocks were aimed high and turned partially toward Cathy's face as she kissed her niece madly between the legs. With her brain in a swirl from the effects of this exquisite cunnilingus, Cathy gazed at her aunt's exposed ass-the pale, rounded buttocks with the alluring crack between, and the exciting red-haired pussy which was wet with pleasure. Hardly knowing what she was doing, but certain that she wanted to do it, Cathy reached out and grasped her aunt's soft, smooth hips.
The older woman happily took the cue and straddled Cathy's head. Cathy thrilled with forbidden delight as she gazed at the intriguing cunt that was poised above her face. She'd never seen a pussy close up before or in such detail. Maureen's was split wide-utterly unfurled-and Cathy breathed in its stimulating scent as she admired the juicy pink folds within the spread hairy portals, the erect clitoris, the tiny piss-vent, and the pulsating oval mouth of the vagina, its rim awash with thick, glistening honey.
Maureen let Cathy make the move, and the latter did it quickly: She grasped Maureen's hips and pulled downward, bringing the delightful pussy-feast to her open mouth. As soon as her lips made contact crossways with the labia of Maureen's cunt-the outer ones hair-covered, the inner ones lusciously slick-her tongue shot upward, impaling itself in the wet, warm folds.
Maureen cried softly in her throat, and her talon-like fingers dug into Cathy's widespread thighs as she pressed her way deeper into the teenager's luscious pussy and ate with increasing gusto. This in turn inspired Cathy to lick and kiss and suck at her aunt's cunt with greater abandon. She was experiencing a new breathtaking delight.
God, was there no limit to the wonderful forms that sex could take?
In his room, Junior tossed restlessly in bed. He'd awakened minutes before with a magnificent erection, and it was still there giving him fits.
The trouble was, he'd been introduced last night to Cathy's abandoned nudity as she'd writhed on the bed in the bunkhouse, but he'd been unable to achieve satisfaction with her because the cowboys kept crowding him out. All he'd been able to do was take some quick sucks at her titties and a sniff or two at her cunt, but he hadn't actually been able to drive his aching rod in because the cowboys kept hopping on and off, shouldering him out of the way. Finally, in miserable frustration, he'd left the bunkhouse and returned to his room where he jacked off to relieve the pressure. But his hand was a poor substitute for the hot pink cunt of his beautiful step-cousin, and this accounted for the condition in which he'd awakened just now.
The more he thought about Cathy, the harder his penis throbbed, and the more he yearned to sink it deeply into her slit.
She would be in her room now, he assumed, and she'd be alone. Why shouldn't he just sneak down the hall and snuggle in with her? Surely she wouldn't refuse him a piece this time, after giving herself to Lash and all the ranch hands.
His excitement increased as he crawled out of bed, his young cock swaying and bobbing as it stuck out and upward. He put on his robe, but had difficulty closing it because his prick kept trying to hold it open. Finally he got the robe belted, though there was a good-sized hump at its front, and he left his room to hurry down the hall.
He stopped outside Cathy's door and considered for a moment whether he should knock. He decided against it. He assumed she would still be asleep, and he thought it would be better if he didn't awaken her until he was lying at her side in bed.
He took a deep breath, turned the knob, and opened the door.
The sight which met his eyes was a shocker. It was more of a shock, in a way, than what he'd seen when he'd arrived at the bunkhouse last night, because this didn't involve males with female but one female with another-his stepmother with her own niece! Though Junior had heard of Lesbianism in a general way, he'd never seen two women together, and he hadn't been altogether sure he knew how they went about making love to each other.
Now he knew. He saw the act detailed, in the flesh, right in front of him.
His prick jerked and thrust even higher against his robe as Maureen writhed atop Cathy, her red hair tumbling over Cathy's thighs and belly while she twisted and bobbed her head between the young girl's legs. Only part of Cathy's face was visible; most of it was obscured by Maureen's thighs which formed an inverted V above Cathy's head. Cathy was gripping her aunt's beautiful ass and was kissing crazily in the area where her aunt's thighs came together.
A grin blossomed on Junior's face, and he whipped off his robe, letting his strong cock leap free. It was as high and hard as it had ever been in his life as he approached the bed where his stepmother and step-cousin lay in their lascivious embrace.
Cathy was the first to see him. From the corner of her eye, as she sucked and tongued Maureen's flavorful snatch, she glimpsed a pair of hairy legs moving to the side of the bed. She stopped kissing and twisted her head so she could see the face that went with the legs.
But first she saw Junior's stiff prick, thrusting like a thick, rosy arrow from his hairy crotch, and she gave a little gasp. Another woman's pussy was fun to kiss-and it was great to have another woman kiss hers!-but pricks rated at the top of her new list of pleasurable playthings. What was more, Junior's looked as good as, if not better, than any she'd shoved into her last night. It certainly was stiffer than most of them, judging by its high tilt.
She let her gaze slide upward to Junior's expectant face, and she smiled.
By this time, Maureen realized something was wrong, because Cathy had stopped pleasuring her. She raised her head out of her niece's crotch-and she saw her stepson standing there with his fine strong lance at the ready.
"What are you doing in here?" she demanded, but she realized as soon as she asked the question that it was a foolish one. It was obvious that he was ogling the nude bodies of Cathy and herself and thinking very lewd thoughts about what he'd like to do with them. And if the question were to be taken in its figurative sense, the answer was that he had as much right in Cathy's room as Maureen herself had.
"I'd like to join the party," he said simply, and his cock gave an eager twitch.
Maureen looked at Cathy. The young girl nodded her head.
An added twist of excitement worked its way through Maureen's cunt and she said to her stepson, "All right-come on."
With a whoop, he lunged onto the bed, sprawling between and partially on top of the two aroused females and they immediately began to lavish on his strong, young body all the attention which previously they'd been paying to each other.
Maureen grasped his cock and went down on it, gliding her encircling soft lips almost all the way to its hair-enshrouded base. His bulging glans surged into her hot, tight throat, and he growled from the sheer delight of the magnificent sensation. She began to pump her mouth up and down on his pole, and the thrills grew stronger. She sucked lasciviously and fluttered her tongue against the red-hot tip of his dong.
Meanwhile, Cathy was wiggling a firm, big-nippled titty into his mouth, and he sucked on like a hungry infant while squeezing and rolling her other breast. She moaned and writhed voluptuously, causing her nipple to twist and quiver atop his tongue.
Maureen kept bobbing her head on his cock, her red hair tossing about, and Cathy envied her aunt the taste and wonderful sense of strength she was deriving from his organ.
Finally the young girl couldn't contain herself any longer, and she cried, "Aunt Maureen, for goodness sake! Let me have a suck of that, will you?"
Maureen raised her face, and it wore a dazed expression, her eyes slightly glassy and her lips loose.
"Sorry, dear," she said to her niece. "I guess I'm just greedy. Well, you can have it now. And to make up for my rudeness," she added as she gripped Cathy's hips and drew them close, "I'll give you a little loving at the same time."
The young girl eagerly lunged at Junior's red, stiff prick which was glazed with her aunt's saliva. Cathy let the wide, spongy head push between her lips and between her teeth until it was firmly lodged in her mouth, then she began to suck the juicy glans with utmost pleasure, drinking down its pungent secretions. She champed her jaws on the chunk of meat.
Junior writhed and groaned with delight. Two head jobs in a row were more than he'd ever gotten at Madam LeClair's place, and these particular head jobs were especially precious because they were from his beautiful stepmother and his even-more-attractive cousin-by-marriage.
As he twisted ecstatically on the bed, and his happy cock pulsated in Cathy's sucking, licking mouth, he reached for both women's tits and asses, stroking and squeezing them at random as he wiggled and bobbed about.
Maureen snuggled down between Cathy's thighs and began to lick the young girl's very moist and fragrant pussy, spreading the lips with her fingers so that her tongue could scour up every drop of honey. The intimate lickings titillated Cathy's clitoris and stroked in and out of her hotly spasming vagina.
Junior twisted until his head was between Cathy's thighs and began to lick the young girl's very moist and fragrant pussy, spreading the lips with her fingers so that her tongue could scour up every drop of honey. The intimate lickings titillated Cathy's clitoris and stroked in and out of her hotly spasming vagina.
Junior twisted until his head was between his stepmother's thighs and, though he'd never done this with any woman before, he attacked her red-haired cunt with his lips and tongue. At first the strong scent bothered him a little, but the taste turned out to be not bad at all. And after a while spent rooting between Maureen's legs, even the aroma became pleasurable to him. Now he knew what the older guys meant when they winked and talked wisely about "having lunch at the Y." It was quite a kick!
That it was a wonderful thrill for Maureen as well went without saying. She twisted and pressed her wet, hot pussy against his pleasuring mouth while she went after Cathy with unbridled lust. And Cathy's wide-stretched, encircling lips pumped up and down, up and down on Junior's up-thrust, madly throbbing pecker.
The wonderful pleasure of this fellatio, administered by the girl he'd desired strongly ever since she'd arrived at the ranch, was enhanced by the new excitement of licking and sucking at his stepmother's cunt, and he became so powerfully aroused that he couldn't control himself. He realized too late that his bubbling balls were about to give up their load of thick, creamy cum.
He groaned helplessly-and blissfully-as the first gush of hot fluid streamed up through the tube of his straight, hard prick which Cathy was still avidly sucking. She felt the thick shaft vibrate in the circle of her lips and its head swell to even greater size within her mouth, and she knew what was about to happen. It had happened to her last night, and she'd enjoyed it. She kept drawing and pumping on the quivering organ, and suddenly she felt her mouth and throat being flooded by a torrent of slimy, warm liquid.
The gush was so thick and strong that she started to gag and had to raise her mouth off the cock. Junior groaned again, and his second spurt of semen fountained up from the beet-red knob of his penis and struck her in the face. Not wanting any more of the lovely stuff to go to waste, she quickly capped her mouth down over his pulsating glans once more, and this action caused his ejaculation to increase in volume. He joyously spurted again and again into her warmly sucking mouth.
She eagerly gulped down his cum, except for a small amount that oozed out of her prick-filled mouth and ran down her chin, looking for all the world like egg albumen.
In his mad excitement, Junior bit Maureen's wet, meaty vulva, and this pushed her over the finish line. Cathy climaxed while she drank Junior's cum and had her own quivering clitoris sucked by her aunt.
When Cathy finally release Junior's softening penis and let it flop out of her mouth, she raised her face with his semen still clinging to her chin and cheeks. She smiled and put out her tongue to lick up as much of the slippery bland-tasting stuff as it could reach.
He thought, What a girl!
That went for his stepmother, too.
What fun they were all going to have from now on!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Sunday, a day of rest on the ranch, and breakfast was scheduled for a later hour than on working days. When the appointed time arrived, the entire family gathered, with the exception of Andy, who remained in his room.
Cathy was upset over Andy's failure to come down for breakfast with the rest of the family. She feared she knew the reason for this: He must have seen or heard about what had happened in the bunkhouse the night before, and he was disgusted with her. Perhaps he was disgusted with his brother, also, for participating in the wild affair.
What a foolish attitude on Andy's part! she thought.
But she shouldn't judge him too harshly. Just a few days ago, she would have felt exactly the same way herself. In fact, she felt that way about Junior's attempts to make her and Lash's "rape" of her in the meadow. Now she felt like thanking them and thanking the men in the bunkhouse, as well-because they'd taught her that there wasn't anything evil about sex. Everything that had happened to her had been fun! It was possible to consider sex an evil thing when one never experienced it and didn't know what it was all about-but after being immersed in it thoroughly and being forced to respond to it in an elemental way as Nature intended, one simply had to face facts if one was normal. And the main fact was that sex, in all its various forms, was pleasure giving. Anyone who argued against pleasure had to have rocks in his head!
Cathy excused herself from the table as soon as she'd finished her breakfast, and went back upstairs. She wanted to see Andy and talk to him without further delay. She felt she had to make him understand that there was nothing wrong about what she'd done, or what had been done to her, last night.
She rapped at his door. At first there was silence, then he said hesitantly, "Yes?"
"It's Cathy. Can I come in?"
There was silence again. But after a few moments, the doorknob turned and the door opened. In his robe, Andy stood there, gazing at her.
"Hi," she said with a friendly smile. "I'd like to talk with you."
He thought that over for a second, then opened the door wider. "Okay. Come in."
She entered the bedroom. He left the door ajar.
She walked to a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs. Her moderately short skirt slid partway up her bare, creamy thighs. In spite of himself, Andy couldn't resist looking.
God, she's a beautiful girl! he thought. But she's a slut-just like the girls at Madam's. And I'm a sap because I thought she was different!
"You're upset with me, aren't you?" she asked as he stood in front of her, his eyes troubled.
"I reckon I don't have any right to be," he said. "You're entitled to live your life any way you want."
"But you don't approve?"
"Oh hell, Cathy!" he said, and turned away. "What difference does it make whether I approve or not?"
She stood and moved up behind him. "It makes a difference to me, because I like you. I like you very much. I have from the beginning."
He turned slowly and looked down into her clear blue eyes. "Then why did you act the way you did last night-going into the bunkhouse with all those guys?"
Poor Andy! He was a lot like she used to be, before she'd had her eyes opened and had found out sex wasn't a monster but a friend. He would have to be handled gently until he realized this, also.
She snuggled up against him. "I'll explain it later," she said. "For now, I just don't want you to be angry with me." She stretched and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Andy's sexual fuse was very short that morning. Despite his disillusionment with Cathy, he'd been tremendously aroused by the sight of her frolicking in the bunkhouse with the ranch hands. Unlike his younger brother, he hadn't consoled himself by masturbating after he returned to his room. Consequently he tossed and turned during most of the night, suffering with a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Now, seeing Cathy this morning-having her in his room, her firm breasts pressing against him, her soft sweet lips on his-rekindled the fire of his lust. His penis immediately, stiffened, rising against the inside of his robe.
Her eyes widened when she felt it press against her belly. She had been suffering from no lack of sex herself. There'd been the orgy last night and the very enjoyable interlude with Maureen and
Junior that morning-but right from the beginning Andy had been the person on the ranch who had most strongly appealed to her. Now, feeling him this way-responding to the pressure of her body and to her kiss by gaining a wonderful erection-gave her such a rush of happiness that she became sexually excited again.
She terminated the kiss and, gasping with excitement, she backed up quickly. Andy's penis flipped suddenly upright, the springiness of the motion caused his robe to come apart. His hard cock poked out through the opening, standing eight inches tall and quivering with lust, its red head completely free of its encircling lip of foreskin.
Cathy gazed at it and gasped again.
"I'm s-sorry," Andy said in confusion, and tried to fumble his robe closed over the magnificent erection.
"No! Oooh, noooo-I want it!" Cathy cried impetuously, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Andy hardly believed what was happening to him. It was beyond his fondest dreams. Yet it undeniably was true that she was taking his cock-head into her warm, loving mouth-sucking on it, licking it and. champing it between her jaws and at the same time caressing his super-stiff shaft up and down, up and down, her encircling hand r
The Rancher's Stepdaughter gliding from his nuts to his corona and back again, over and over.
He writhed on the balls of his feet and couldn't keep from fucking his hot prick in and out of her encompassing mouth gently, as the most delicto: is sensations he had ever known rocked him in wave after wave after wave ...
Bart, on his way to his bedroom to fetch the magazine he'd been reading the evening before, happened to glance through the open door of his eldest son's room. He could hardly believe his eyes.
Now Andy was realizing the benefit of her sexual metamorphosis. Every man on the ranch had benefited by it except Bart himself, who had brought it about!
It occurred to him suddenly that this was highly unfair.
Bart stripped off his clothes as he entered his son's bedroom ...
Downstairs, Maureen and Junior were left momentarily alone, and they'd taken advantage of the opportunity to embrace and kiss passionately. As they sat on the living room sofa, Junior's hand went groping up between his stepmother's sleekly stockinged legs while her tongue leaped like a flame between his lips and her hand hotly caressed the hump that had risen at his crotch.
His hand stroked higher-off her stockings and onto the very warm, soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs. His touch was tremendously exciting to her. More exciting than Bart's, because Junior was so young and extra-virile. Maureen's thighs inched wider apart, giving him more freedom of access, and she thrilled wildly as his hand pressed against the narrow crotch of her flimsy silk panties. His fingertips traced the flesh fissure on the other side of the clinging silk and felt the dozens of soft curling hairs.
He tore his mouth from hers. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed as he gazed down and watched her tickling his prick. "I gotta fuck you, Maureen!"
She laughed softly and happily in her throat. "You must have had fun with Cathy and me upstairs a little while ago."
"Yeah, but-shit! This is so new to me and-oh, god damn it, baby, are you gonna let me screw you or not?"
She continued to caress his bulging, throbbing glans very lightly with the tips of her fingers as they both watched what she was doing.
She said, "I'll let you screw me on one condition."
"What's that?" he asked pantingly, and pressed harder against the warm, thin nylon which passed between her legs.
"Call me mama when you're doing it," she said in a suddenly passion-roughened voice as she grasped his stiff cock and gave it an especially vigorous stroking.
"Yeah!" he groaned. "Oooh, shit! Fuck me, mama-fuck me!"
Whining ecstatically, Maureen flopped onto her stomach over an arm of the sofa. Her head hung down to the floor, her red hair fanning out across the carpet. Her bottom was in the air.
Junior found the pose especially abandoned and erotic, as she had hoped he would. He lost no time in pulling up her dress and slip, so that these garments were bunched at the small of her back, then he paused for an instant to admire her rounded, firm buttocks which were sheathed in sheer pink nylon briefs.
Then Junior gleefully grasped the narrow elastic band at the top of her panties and pulled those panties down, baring her lovely butt. He drew the filmy, clingy panties along her thighs, over her stockings, and the rest of the way down. As she writhed to help him remove her pants, he was treated to teasing glimpses of her asshole and the interior of her red-haired cunt.
When he climbed up onto the couch behind her, his cock was tingling with anticipation, and it felt so hard he believed it would have broken off if he'd whacked it against something!
He drew a bead on his stepmother's undulating bare white ass, which was framed beautifully by her garter belt and stocking tops, and as he gripped his prick in his fist, he said, "Mama, I'm gonna fuck you hard! I'm gonna fuck my cock into you right up your tonsils!"
"Ooooh, Junior, yessss! I want your cock. Let me have it! Shove it right into your mama's cunt! Fuck me, baby!"
With a savage growl, Junior worked his blunt-headed probe into the wiggly warm folds of her vulva, found the snapping little mouth of her vagina, and drove straight and hard all the way into her belly.
"God! Oooh, fuck!" said Maureen. She began to writhe madly and bump against him.
"Shit, what a cunt you've got, mama!" Junior said huskily. He began to stroke his long, stiff prick in and out of her, slapping his belly against her ass, jarring her all the way to her eyeteeth. "Jesus Christ! Oh, Christ on a crutch! Wow! God damn, what fucking!"
As she rocked back on her knees, Cathy's eyes popped open. Andy had opened his eyes at the same instant.
"Dad!" Andy exclaimed, experiencing his third severe shock of the last few hours.
"Mr. Halverson!" said Cathy, and hopped to her feet.
"Please ... both of you ... call me Bart," the middle-aged man said with difficulty. "And let's all get onto the bed together. May we? Please?"
Andy would have rebelled against this new twist in the strangely interlocked relationships if it weren't for the fact that Cathy eagerly accepted, hurrying to the bed and tumbling onto her back in such a way that her skirt whipped up to her waist, exposing her luscious bare thighs and silken pink panties. He had to have her, especially after the marvelously exhilarating fellatio that she'd just given him! And somehow prudish taboos didn't mean very much any more, in the light of Cathy's liberated attitude. If it was all right with her to have fun with his father and himself at the same time, why should he object? It obviously was all right with the old man, too. Old man? God damn, that hard-on that he was gripping in his fist didn't make him look very old, Andy had to admit. No wonder a young, pretty doll like Maureen had fallen for him!
Andy threw off his robe, and he approached one side of the bed while his father approached Cathy from the opposite direction. They knelt beside her, and she gripped both their huge, throbbing erections as they began to take off her clothes.
Away went her blouse, then her bra, and her beautiful bare tits bobbed, their stiff nipples sticking rigidly upward. The men pulled down her skirt, leaving her in just her pink nylon panties.
She writhed between them, causing her taut breasts to vibrate. Her thighs swayed open and closed, alternately revealing, then concealing the, narrow crotch of her briefs which pressed against the moist softness of her delightful young cunt and permitted a few curling blonde hairs to escape along its edges. Her moisture seeped through the thin nylon, making itself evident to the men.
She pulled on their pricks and moaned wantonly, "Ooh, take off my pants! Make me naked! Use me! Love me! FUCK meeeee!"
"You hot, sweet bitch!" Bart growled admiringly.
"Cathy!" Andy husked. "Oh God, I do love you!"
The men grasped her panties at either side and quickly pulled them down and off. Her legs flew apart. Father and son gazed at her luscious pink pussy with the curling golden hairs at both sides of it and above. They'd never seen, and they couldn't imagine, a more appealing cunt!
The trouble was, they both wanted it at the same time. But Cathy did have a great many other attractions to explore, so Andy let his father dive headlong into the sweet valley between her thighs while he snuggled beside the lovely girl and took a titty into his mouth to suck. His tongue toyed with the very firm, chewable peg of her nipple, bathing it in saliva, then he concentrated on sucking it and finally he chewed it gently with his teeth.
Meanwhile, Bart opened her fresh, delightful pussy with his thumbs and gazed at the wealth of moist pink flesh, lined with tendrils of gold. Her small but very visible clitoris was sticking up, its smooth, glazed tip vibrating in anticipation of his caressing tongue. The little mouth of her vagina was partially open, soliciting a tongue-thrust.
Bart eagerly responded to her girlish demands, first laying his long wet tongue lengthwise in her slit and swabbing it up and down, up and down.
"Ooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooh," she panted, her ass twisting voluptuously against the bed and her titties shaking against Andy's face.
He chased first one nipple, then the other, drawing quick sucks on the adorable little pink towers of erectile tissue.
His father tongue-twirled her trembling stiff clitoris, flipped his tongue against the tip of it, then drove that oral instrument down the soft trough of her pussy and into her hot clasping hole. He fucked his tongue in and out of her delightedly as he inhaled her marvelous young female aroma.
When he shifted slightly, raising one of her legs in the air so that he could lick up and down the luscious inner slope of her thigh, Andy took advantage of the opportunity to attack her sweet lower region, also. He lifted her other leg, drawing it well away from its twin so that she was completely split open, her legs forming a wide erotic upright V, and he kissed and licked along one thigh while his father continued to tongue-wash the other one.
What a thrill it was for Cathy to have both these men, representing two generations of the Halverson family, making love to her at the same time! But the thrill became even more intense in just a few moments as Andy's young lust became too strong for him to subdue any longer, and he rolled her over on top of him, her split crotch coming right down on the upthrust prong of his pecker!
His lean hardness glided up into her moist, clasping warmth, and she began to fuck him immediately as her luscious tits hung full and quivering above his face. He groaned with delight and played with them, batting them springily about and pulling first one thrusting pink nipple then the other to his hungry lips.
Bart was momentarily stymied, because his son had possession of the pussy that he himself wanted. However, in watching Cathy's voluptuous young ass pumping up and down on his son's upstanding pole, Bart couldn't help but notice the delightful little pinkish-brown aperture between her widespread plump buttocks which was going unused. Why not use it?
Why not give her double the fun?
He expelled a gob of saliva onto his fingertips and applied it between her bobbing buttocks, working it partially into her tight anus. Leaning well forward atop Andy, she turned her head and smiled at Bart, thinking that he was just giving her a pleasant caress back there. But he had something far more vigorous in mind!
His cock was already well lubricated with its own viscous juice, so all he had to do now was to move close behind her, straddling his son's legs, and work the wet, rubbery head of his pecker in between Cathy's wiggly soft ass cheeks. He centered his cock on her hot little dimple, then twisted and pushed.
"Aaaaah!" Cathy cried, feeling pain for a moment as the wide head stretched her delicate puckered portal open and forced its way inside.
But once the glans was in her rectum, pain turned into a glorious sense of fullness as two cocks plunged and rotated inside her at the same time, rubbing one another through the thin membranes which separated her two chambers. And the sensation of Bart's shaft moving in the narrow stretched gate of her anus was not altogether unlike the pleasure derived in shitting, except that in this case, the "turd" moved a little ways out, then a little ways in, then a little ways out again.
But the main thrill came from lying between the two men, being penetrated and possessed by both of them at the same time, feeling her body being buffeted forward and back as both of them fucked her.
Wonderful!
Her very tight asshole rippled spastically around Bart's stroking cock, and his balls soon became unable to hold his cum any longer. With a harsh growl, he let go, driving his prick even deeper up her ass, and he dumped his hot semen spurtingly into her rectum.
This gave her such a wild new sensation that she climaxed convulsively around Andy's stroking prick, and this drew the cream up from his nuts. He gushed into her pussy, and she felt herself being hosed from both directions at the same time-literally filled with a double serving of thick, hot male-Juice!
CHAPTER TWELVE
As the Boeing-707 winged its way across the continent, the tall, middle-aged man who occupied an aisle seat divided his attention between the snapshots of a golden-haired little girl, which he held in his hand, and the ass of a voluptuous brunette stewardess who had one of the most delightful wiggles that he'd ever seen.
The man was Pete Denning, long-estranged husband of Sarah and father of Catherine.
As soon as the plane landed at Las Vegas, he rented a car and set out for the Halverson Ranch, which was approximately a two-hour drive. With the snapshot image of a nine-year-old girl in his mind, he kept trying to imagine how Cathy would look now, at eighteen. It was difficult to bridge the gap, but he guessed that she would probably be rather plain and prim, like Sarah.
It was another Sunday at the Halverson Ranch. That meant sex day. Nearly every night was devoted to sex, as well, in varying combinations, but on Sundays the whole family could spend the entire day balling together in the living room, in one or more bedrooms, or out on the lawn.
Cathy's liberation had actually liberated everyone on the ranch. The members of the family had lost all of their inhibitions. Now they frequently invited Luisa, the pretty Mexican cook, to take part in their games, as well as Lash and sometimes some members of his crew.
When they played outdoors, their dog, Prince, was usually a spectator. But today, for some reason, he wasn't content merely to lie at the edge of the lawn, with his big head resting on his paw, and watch the coupling and uncoupling of bodies on the grass. He got up and trotted over to sniff around.
Olive-skinned, black-haired Luisa was sprawled atop Bart, her pussy gliding up and down on his stiffly penetrating cock, while she had her head turned to the side and was sucking Junior's penis. Prince walked over to them and put his cool, moist nose right against the crack of Luisa's bobbing ass.
She pulled her mouth off Junior's wet, twitching prick and squealed, "Perro! Don't dooooo thaht. Eet teekles!"
"Get outa here, Prince!" Junior commanded.
But the dog ignored him, and curled his long red tongue partially around the base of Bart's penis, which was stuck upward into Luisa's momentarily unmoving cunt.
"What the fuck ...!" said Bart.
The dog licked upward through Luisa's crotch, and she squealed again. "Junior," she pleaded, "get heem away from here!"
"Prince, goddamn you!" Junior said, and lunged at the beast.
Prince withdrew reluctantly, sat down, and swiped his tongue around his chops.
"Come heer, ba-bee," Luisa murmured to Junior and reached out for him once more. He pushed his swaying prick toward her, and she caught it in her open mouth. She resumed sucking and pumping her pussy up and down on Bart's pecker at the same time.
Prince watched them interestedly for awhile, then glanced to his right where Cathy and Maureen were entertaining Andy, Lash and one of the ranch hands. A couple of other cowboys lounged in the grass, watching and awaiting their turns.
Andy and Cathy lay on their sides, his loins in front of her face. She was lovingly licking his long, quivering cock. Saliva ran down her tongue and drooled over the thick, red, bulb-ended stick of candy as her tongue glided up one side of it and down the other, fluttered teasingly over its tip, then scurried down its underside to swab over his balls.
He had his head wedged between Maureen's warmly comforting thighs and was licking her wet, fragrant pussy, swabbing its hairs and wiggling his tongue tip in and out of all its slippery folds.
Lash lay on his back, and Maureen was slowly bobbing her mouth up and down, up and down on his upthrust phallus.
Prince got up and walked over to them. He sniffed along Cathy's thigh, and she quit licking Andy's cock for a moment, turning her head to look at the dog.
"What is it, Prince?" she asked, talking to him in the same way she always did-as if he were a person. "What do you want?"
"Uuuuuuuh-oooooooh-man!" Andy exclaimed, as she began to bob her head, causing her encircling lips to glide slowly and suckingly up and down on his cock.
She'd forgotten the dog by now.
But Prince hadn't forgotten her.
It felt good to Cathy, but she didn't give it any particular thought. The licker could have been anyone getting in his two cents' worth. She didn't think of Prince.
It was only when he scrambled partially atop Cathy's back and pushed with his thrusting, tapered cock against the softness of her vulva that she realized this wasn't a man. It didn't feel at all like a man! She pulled her mouth off Andy's prick and turned to see what was happening behind her.
"Prince!" she squealed, half-afraid but delighted, also. The dog loomed above her, great and fierce-looking. His mouth hung open. "Prince-dar-linnnnng!" she said.
Andy sat up and gazed at the amazing spectacle of the big, hairy beast on Cathy's back, trying to work his penis into her cunt. Since Andy had stopped pleasuring Maureen, she sat up, also. Now so did Lash. They all watched, speechless with wonder.
The dog kept struggling dumbly, trying to achieve a connection. Cathy writhed beneath his hairy bulk, feeling his pointed penis skid around missing her hot hole.
"Help him! Somebody help him!" she suddenly cried.
Lash got up and walked around behind the dog. He reached down under the beast's belly, grasped the base of his long fearsome prick, and wiggled it into Cathy's pink moist crevice.
"Ooooooh!" she cried, when she felt that brutally hard, slick, shaft glide into her.
The dog went wild, twisting and pumping rapidly, in a ragged rhythm. He let out little yelps.
Cathy was tremendously excited over the realization that it was an animal-prick which was knifing and bobbing within her. This unnatural coupling was something she'd never thought about, but now that it was happening it offered a superb thrill. She rotated her ass and pressed backward, trying to absorb more of the skinny, super-hard, rapidly moving shaft. But the dog was giving her all he could. He was whimpering and his tongue was hanging out. He drooled saliva over her back.
Suddenly he rammed brutally forward, and she felt the semen leap from his deeply embedded cock. Dog-semen!
Oh, God! She shuddered and came, her cunt tightening spastically around the beast's still-twitching prick. He let out another yelp. His feet skidded against her back, his claws scratching her. More saliva drooled down ...
Everyone was so wrapped up in the excitement of what was happening that they didn't notice the car that was arriving at the ranch until it pulled into the open area next to the house and came to a stop. They sat up and stared.
Bart had the presence of mind to grab his pants and quickly slide his legs into them. He stood, zipped up his fly, and walked over to the car.
"Something I can do for you?" he asked the goggle-eyed man behind the wheel.
"Yeah," Pete Denning said. "What the devil is this-a nudist camp or a traveling sex circus?"
Bart didn't appreciate the humor in his remark. "Who did you wanta see?"
"My daugher," Pete said. "Cathy Denning."
Bart squinted. "You're her old man?"
"That's right. Are you Halverson?"
Bart nodded.
Pete's gaze shifted again to the lawn where the naked revelers sprawled. "Just what the hell's going on? Where's Cathy?"
"Why don't you step into the house?" Bart suggested. "I'll have her come in and meet you there."
"You mean, she's-she's one of-them?" he asked, indicating the people on the lawn.
"Just step inside, Mr. Denning. Cathy'll be with you in a minute."
In a daze, Pete got out of the car and walked into the large, luxurious house. He didn't trust himself another glance at the lawn, for fear his prick would stiffen in his pants. There was some mighty good-looking cunt on display over there! And what the hell was that big dog doing? It had looked as if he was on top of one of the women!
Bart walked back to his family and announced, "Cathy, this is gonna come as a shock to you, but -your father's here."
"What?" she gasped.
Maureen jumped up, oblivious to her nudity. "How dare that son or a bitch show up here, after walking out on my sister years ago and not contributing a dime to Cathy's support!"
Bart shushed his wife. 'Take it easy," he said. "He's Cathy's father, after all. Maybe she has some feeling for him, in spite of everything."
The only feeling Cathy had at the moment was a fear that her father had arrived with the intention of taking her away from the ranch. She wouldn't let him do that! She was old enough to know her own mind, and she wanted to stay with the Halversons forever!
"I'll... I'll talk with him," she said, and got shakily to her feet.
"Better let me go in with you," Maureen said, and she looked frantically around. "Where the fuck are my clothes?"
"Never mind, Maureen. I can handle him." Cathy began to walk toward the house.
"Don't you want to put something on?" Maureen asked anxiously.
"No," Cathy said. "I want him to see me as I really am-as I want to be. Then maybe he'll understand why I won't leave with him."
As the beautiful blonde girl strode into the living room completely naked, Pete goggled wildly, and his cock went bone-hard in his pants. "Wh-who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Cathy," she said with a smile. "Your daughter. Are you surprised?"
"My god!" he exclaimed, as his lewd gaze slid over her, touching the tips of her pink-nippled breasts, the gentle undulation of her belly, the golden fluff on her pubic mound, and her full firm thighs.
He tried to fight down his erection, feeling that it was sinful for a father to permit himself to become aroused over his own daughter. But he had no success. The trouble was that she was thrilling-ly beautiful, and she obviously didn't have any inhibitions about showing herself off-even to him!
"Wh-what kind of a place is this?" he asked.
"It's a wonderful place. I love it here, I never want to leave."
"Well, you'll have to," he said firmly, as his gaze flicked over her again. "You obviously don't know what you're doing, walking around like that. It's indecent!"
Her look hardened. "And I suppose walking out on Mom when she had a nine-year-old child to raise was a decent thing?"
He shifted uneasily and looked away. "That's a different proposition. You wouldn't understand about that."
"Maybe not," she said. "But I know I'm happy here, and I don't want to leave. And I don't think you have the right to make me do anything I don't want to do-not now-not any more." . His eyes returned to her golden triangle. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from it. His prick throbbed harder.
"Cathy, don't you have any clothes to wear?" he asked weakly.
"Sure, when I feel like wearing them."
"Well, you ought to be wearing them now. It's terrible to stand in front of your father that way!"
Suddenly she thought she knew how to handle him-to send him running, so that he would never come back. She crossed to his chair and sat down on his lap.
He sucked in his breath in surprise. "Cathy ..." Her warm, moist, parted lips were pressing against his. Her tongue was in his mouth, stirring gently-curling and gliding. Her hand was moving on his body.
Moments later, she had him lying on the couch and she was taking the clothes from him-his shoes, his jacket, his tie, shirt, trousers, socks and shorts. He lay there in the grip of a terrible, awesome force that was generated within him but which he couldn't control.
He wanted this girl-his own daughter. He wanted her carnally. His prick was proving that now by the way it stuck straight up, stiffer than it had been at any time in the last ten years-throbbing with illicit lust.
She smiled as she looked at it. Then she put her hand around it and began to stroke it up and down-up and down.
"Oh, baby-Cathy-angel-my little sweetheart-ooooooh." He writhed as he moaned, unable to control the raging inferno inside him which was fanning stroke by stroke.
She bent and put her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked on it gently.
He thought, My daughter! My little girl!
His penis twitched in the circle of her sucking mouth. He reached out for her titties, cupping them and sinking his fingers into their firm softness. He toyed with the tips of her nipples, rolling and tweaking them, making them even harder.
She lifted a lovely leg, and he gazed at the fissure between her thighs which was pink, juicy and open. She mounted him on the couch and, grasping his stiff cock, fed this iron-hard protrusion up into her soft, moist slit. Way up it went until her lovely cunt rippled him from the tip of his cock to its hairy base. Her muscles rippled voluptuously along the length of his rod, and then her hot, clasping pussy began to glide.
She fucked him deliriously as she gazed down into his eyes, her lips soft and sensual, her hair falling against her cheek, her breasts quivering with firm, luscious fullness.
He groaned ecstatically, and the sperm leaped from him, fountaining into her belly. Her responsive cunt tightened around him, clutching and rippling all the more. He spurted and spurted until she milked his balls dry.
Then she got off.
"You can come to see me any time you want to, Daddy," she said as she gracefully arranged her hair behind her shoulder. "We can fuck again." She smiled.
Finding it difficult to believe what had happened-what he had seen and heard and done-but unable to deny the evidence of his senses, he sat up unsteadily and looked around. From the hallway, he was being watched by a troup of naked people. They had seen everything. Even if he had wanted to make trouble, he couldn't do it now. Think what they could do to him!
He hurriedly put on his clothes and left the place, trying to assure himself that it was best for his daughter to stay where she was. She had made a kind of adjustment to that way of life.
His problem would be to forget her-if he could.
As for Cathy, she couldn't have been happier. She knew she would never feel lonely or lost again, because she had such a marvelous loving family!
They had taught her how to love, and in teaching her they had learned a new dimension of life and love themselves.
