A nude girl on a motorcycle came into view. At first Richie Wexler couldn't believe what he saw. He could believe seeing a beautiful young girl on a motorbike, golden hair flying. But naked? That was incredible! She traveled against him in the opposite lane and the closer she got the more astonished he felt. He drove his brother's Dodge van, which he slowed as she drew close. There was no one else to see on the empty New Mexico highway. They were several miles out of Albuerque on a feeder road, and the only traffic Richie had seen this afternoon since leaving his aunt's ranch was an old Mexican in a horse-drawn hay wagon.
As she came abreast of him he drank in the whole picture. She was really good-looking with a long, slim body, high breasts, golden hair and a skin that gleamed with a light golden tan. The bike was small like she was, and while she came pretty fast, her speed was really not great.
She waved and smiled as she flashed by, and there it was. He saw bare nipples, he saw navel, and he saw a flash of her yellow muff. Bare as the day she was born! It really shook him up. His mind was on sex anyway. Back at Aunt Irene's ranch something weird in the sex line was going on; he knew it. His aunt had sent him out on a non-essential errand so she could be alone with Don, he was sure. It angered him and also scared him. Summer vacation was only two weeks old, and it had been ideal for the two boys-until yesterday. Something had happened yesterday between Don and Aunt Irene, and he didn't know what it was. Don was older-twenty-one to Richie's nineteen, and, in the fashion of older brothers, remained aloof and secretive.
The appearance of the nude girl cyclist seemed to add more frustration to his life. Richie already felt a problem with his growing sexuality and here was another titillation he couldn't do anything about.
On impulse he swerved Don's van in a U and followed the girl on the motorbike. He didn't know what he planned to do, except follow her and maybe get another flash of that luscious sexy body. He'd seen pictures of nude girls but he'd never seen one in the flesh. Well, dammit, he could at least drive by and honk!
They flashed by the old Mexican in his hay wagon, and the man had swiveled his neck to stare, making Richie laugh. It's all right, old-timer, he thought. We don't see sights like that back in
Indianapolis, either. Richie caught up with the girl and wished for the ten thousandth time that he wasn't so painfully shy. She didn't smile and wave now. She bent over her bike, driving it flat out to get away from him. She was scared; he could tell by the set of her smooth shoulders glinting in the sun. Shit! That's all he ever did-scare women. Don was cool. Don could talk to them and handle them. Not him. Well, he could at least give her a proper sendoff. The van had a lot more power than her small bike so he drove right up behind her, getting ready to give her a horn blast on Don's imagine horn.
She threw him a big-eyed look of fright over her left shoulder and waved him off as he came right up behind her.
"Got to see those beautiful tits once more," he muttered, then felt ashamed of calling a girl's breasts 'tits'.
He grinned and blasted the horn with electrifying results. The girl swerved her bike violently and went right off the road. The bike shot the dirt shoulder, spun into the rough meadow grass, jerked once to the left, and then to the right as the girl lost control, and then, as Richie flashed past the point of the accident, he saw her long, lean body fly through the air, separated from the bouncing vehicle. It was murder!
"Oh, damn," he groaned.
He felt the shock and sickness one feels on causing a major accident as he stood on the brakes and stopped the van. For a wild moment he considered not stopping at all. He'd probably killed the poor creature and would have to go to prison. What a horrible day! What a crud he was!
There was nobody else on the road. The hay wagon was a dot on the landscape. It was up to him.
He backed up to the scene and got out. The bike lay on its side, dented and silent, but not too badly beat up. The girl lay against a small bush about twenty feet away, face down, not moving. He checked her with a pounding heart. She was unconscious but breathing. He tried not to notice those high, full breasts or her muff as he turned her over. Her body was like wet spaghetti, boneless, but he couldn't see any real damage. There were some scratches and a little blood, not much.
What should he do now? The hot June sun beat down, the whole New Mexico landscape was empty, and he didn't know anything about first aid. He knew you weren't supposed to move the injured, but here they were, miles from nowhere, and that summer sun could be murder. If he went flying off for aid he wasn't even sure he could find this spot again-it wasn't his country and he hadn't been here long enough to know where he was.
At last he picked her up and carried her to the van, hoping there was no spine or neck injury. He tried not to be aware of her nudity, as if to punish himself for the trouble he'd brought her, but it was hard. She reamined unconscious, breathing deeply and evenly, long lashes down over silken cheeks. She sure was a beauty all right, probably not much older than him at nineteen. His groin felt uncomfortable handling that soft, warm body. He willed himself not to get an erection in the seriousness of the situation.
He left her in the van and returned for the bike. It had a roll on the back of the seat, but it was obviously not clothes. He put the small bike in the van also through the double side doors and tossed the small roll in after it. He covered the naked girl with a blanket as she lay on the bunk that ran behind the driver's seat-and headed back for Aunt Irene's ranch. She and Don would have to take care of it. It was partly their fault for sending him off on that stupid errand.
When he got to the ranch house, he drove the van right into the barn and went quickly into the house. The girl was still out and he worried about that. Also-where were her people? Naked like that, with no purse, nothing on the bike except that small black canvas roll, she couldn't have meant to go far from where she started.
The house was silent. Too silent, just like when he'd left. Don and Aunt Irene were still together in her big bedroom, with the door locked. Richie felt again that sense of something heavy and sexual going on behind that door. It was like humans had a sixth sense when something along the lines of hot sex took place nearby. You just felt it in the air. He raised his hand to knock. He heard Don's voice, muffled, through the door.
"OH, MY COCK! OH, AAAHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
He took his fist down, shocked and excited by those words. Wow! He was right. They really were into something, and he dared not interrupt. At least not right away. There was no keyhole to look through and he paced indecisively. What to do now? Well, the girl didn't look like she was hurt too badly. The best thing would be to wait a bit....
When Irene Post had invited her sister's two sons to spend the summer vacation on her ranch near Albuerque, the thought of sex had never crossed her mind. Bessie, her husband, and the two boys had spent two weeks on the Post Ranch the year before and a good time was had by all. The boys, born and raised in Indianapolis, were crazy to come and live out West for the summer. Irene could use a couple of extra ranch hands and train the boys to some degree. Bessie and her husband planned to make a long-delayed trip to Europe this summer, so it worked out well.
Things had changed emotionally for Irene in the past year. Last year she'd been in the midst of a romance with her foreman. She had also enjoyed her first year of freedom after a divorce, so life was full and exciting back then. The winter was hard. Her hot affair with the foreman cooled off, while the business affairs of the ranch worsened. Irene felt lonely, insecure, and even desperate at times. When the boys arrived with their good looks, youthful vigor, and excitement, it gave her a new lease on life. Riding horses, milking cows, working in the garden as field hands and chasing herds on the range-it was all new to the boys and she picked up some of their excitement. She also became much too aware of their virile young bodies. Every waking hour of the day she faced their presence, aware of their intense sexuality which had no place to go. There were no girls on the ranch and they didn't know anybody in town. She could handle Richie, who was shy and introverted-just barely. Don, the older, was another matter. He had a girl back home and he'd had a bit of experience. Not much really, but in a very few days she became aware of his sexual interest in her. There were hot looks and he began to touch her more and more.
"Now, Don," she warned him the first time he patted her rump while they were in the barn. "I'm not your Indianapolis girl. I'm your aunt. I'm thirty-eight years old, boy."
"Can I help it if you're sexy?" he grinned.
Well, it was a fact that she was in pretty good shape, and she felt flattered. Ranch life kept you active and outdoors, and if you had a nice face and body you'd regain some of the youthfulness you once had. Physically she felt ten years younger than her present age. Even so she had no intention of getting involved with her nephews. She'd been around long enough to know that men were men, relatives or not, and that those delightful penises that they carried at the end of their bellies were eternally hungry to get it off inside of some female. If there was no female around they'd use a fist, a knothole, or any crazy thing to simulate the soft female passage and explode their juices.
Irene used her vibrator overtime and even so spent some partly sleepless nights the first few days the boys were here.
Then came the shock of yesterday. She and Don had been out alone miles from the ranch house checking the cattle fences. Normally she'd've done the job in the Jeep, but the boys loved to play cowboy so they rode instead of driving. Big Red tossed Don. Don was getting pretty good on horses, but didn't have full control yet. A twelve hundred pound living animal between your legs was not something you could get used to in a hurry. When the horse threw Don he did a complete somersault in the air and landed on a small pile of rocks.
"My balls, my balls!" he screamed.
The poor lad almost fainted from the pain. Irene knew how much a blow on the testicles could hurt a man. Don stretched out on the ground, half-fainted, sweating in agony.
She eased him as much as she could and then opened his zipper.
"Don't look at me. Aunt Irene," he begged.
"Nonsense," she said. "When you live on a ranch you can't take injuries lightly. All doctors are miles away. We have to see what you've got."
One testicle was reddened and swelling a little. It did not look serious to her. She tested his sac gently with her hand, only vaguely aware of the sexual contact.
"Let me just lay here and rest a minute," he said. His face was pale, his breathing heavy.
How smooth and sexy his young belly and thighs looked to her! His shaft fascinated her. Don Wexler was really well-hung with a virile-looking cock. Once she was sure the damage was not serious, she began to feel uneasy. Her own belly glowed with mounting interest. She knew she should put his marvelous tool away, yet she lingered in her examination. He closed his eyes, while his breathing eased. She handled the sexy shaft, looking under it and around his pubic area for further signs of injury. The golden prick began to lengthen.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
"Pain's going down, but that massage helps," he said in a voice of exaggerated hurt. He was feeling lots better, she knew, especially with his sexy aunt fondling his hungry, big cock.
Some demon seized her. She felt just a little bit mean toward him for having been so fresh several times lately. She wrapped her warm hand around his shaft and vent it upward, gently masturbating him while she pretended to examine his body. What drove men crazy was to be aroused and then left hanging.
'Take a-I-long, good look," he begged, thrilling to her cock-handling and enjoying the rapid rise of his hard-on. In a few seconds they were both going to have to admit that it was no longer his injury that concerned them. His cock swelled and stiffened in a way that thrilled her to the core. He was her nephew and her flesh and blood, but he was also a sexy young man with a beautiful cock. Her belly went warm and creamy.
"Aunt Irene-hey, that really hurt a lot. Will you-d-do me?" he begged.
She looked around. They were miles from nowhere, no one to see, no one to know. She no longer wanted to punish him. At the same time she felt fiercely guilty to even touch his penis. If only Carl, her foreman, hadn't turned into such a bastard! She no longer had a sex life with Carl and was lonely. Now she held an exquisite, beautiful young rod in her hand. It had stiffened to maximum almost seven inches long, golden and big-veined, with a soft skin slipping sexily over young, blood-engorged muscle. She wrapped her fist tightly around his swollen member and pumped it, thrilling for long moments. The boy gasped happily and thrust his belly upward joyously in fuck motions. She stared down at the purple head and dark little hole and felt weak and dizzy.
"You're going-to h-have a long, happy sex life," she gasped.
"I wish it could start now," he managed.
How hot and sexy his prick was! She almost bent and took it into her mouth, but could not. It was just too shocking. But she couldn't let go of it, either. They hung there under the hot sky in the arid land, lost for luscious long moments in the sexy contact. She pumped his manhood and gently felt his full balls.
"Will they be all right?" she asked, trying to fight against the passion that rose in her.
"Better," he said. "Getting it off will help a helluva lot, believe me."
She wanted to see him cum. She had to see him explode! That was the very least she could allow herself. To relieve the semen pressure in the wounded testicle might help, she told herself, not believing it. Soon he strained upward against her masturbating fist, saying in a soft, sexy voice.
"OH, AUNT IRENE. SOOOOOO LOVELY!"
She jacked him off faster, excited by his rising desire.
"GO, BOY. SHOOT IT OFF AND EASE YOUR WOUND!" She reached for a tissue in her jeans.
"AHHH-OHHH-UUU," he went. He gave up his manhood to her with a luscious gasp, his young sex muscles straining. She covered his cockhead with the tissue and exclaimed in wonder at the gigantic blasts of wet, exploding jissum that shot up his shaft. It throbbed hotly into the tissue, warming her hand and instantly soaking through. Her cunt was slick with want as she felt his young manhood explode. At the same time he writhed sexily and helplessly on the ground, feeding sperm to her tissue.
"AHHH, FABULOUS!" he cried, and exploded it all out with vigorous spurts until he tapered and was empty.
It did seem to help his wound. He said there was no more pain, and they finished their ride in silence, each lost in his or her own thoughts and feeling shy and a little embarrassed with each other.
That night she reviled herself for her stupid act of sex with Don. He'd expect more, she knew that, and she must be strong enough not to give in. Incest was a horrible word. It now seemed incredible to her that she'd actually jacked off Bessie's son. But she couldn't wipe out the episode. In fact, she kept seeing and feeling that hard young cock again in her memory. I'; had felt so good. But she must fight, fight, fight to stop further contacts. The boy would simply not have the ability to hold back, and it was up to her.
The next day he told her she'd better look at his injury again. He wanted to be sure it was healing right
His excuse to seduce her was so obvious she wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry, too, because she knew she wanted to handle that hot young cock again. She muttered something about "Later" and escaped. But by lunch time there was no doubt .that something would have to happen. Young Don was high with anticipation. He could hardly talk straight. She felt herself being pulled into it in spite of herself. Even young Richie noticed and she really got scared then. She dared not get involved with Don because Richie was bound to find out and then things would really be in a mess. She pondered this for several hours, but just thinking about it made her hotter and hotter. The solution when it came to her was quite simple. Get rid of Richie on some errand. Then have sex with Don-once, just once. About three o'clock she sent Richie off to get some feed for the chickens and do some other minor errands. He didn't want to go. He sensed the disturbance around him and was unconsciously attracted to all the sexuality in the air. He had sex needs, too.
Don won him over by letting him drive the van. It was seldom that he trusted his younger brother alone with the terrific van.
As soon as he left she told Don:
"Come into the bedroom. Let's take a look at your problem area."
He needed no second invitation. His eyes gleamed and his forehead glistened with perspiration that wasn't induced by the weather. She thought the lump in his trousers looked larger than usual. She felt light-headed and jumpy herself. Her guilt feelings about touching her nephew's sex equipment were high. Just the same, her cunt was hot and creamy and her nipples felt sensitive. She had him sit on the bed and skin down his jeans.
"Your shorts, too," she told him in a husky voice.
Well, there it was, the primary sex area of the young man that had kept her awake half the night. She drew in her breath sharply. The big cock was already half hard and the balls looked tight and virile. That magnificent girl-wounder hung in the cleft between his young, powerful thighs gave her a sex rush, even without touching.
"It's still a l-little sore," he told her, trying to keep up the fiction that they'd come in here to look at his injury. Strange. Right on the verge of sex people still hung back a little, as if reluctant to admit what they really wanted. She felt the same-a natural hesitation.
She stepped forward and looked at his "wounded" testicle. There was only a slight discoloration. Young Don was in fine shape. But as soon as her hand took hold of his penis, it started to harden. She held it a little to one side and already the hot young would-be lover tried to work it in her hand.
"Aunt Irene," he groaned.
"I know, Don," she cut him off. "Now I'll tell you exactly what we have to do. Incest is a nasty word. Here we are a young man and a woman alone and committed to spending the whole summer together. If we give in to lust we'll do ourselves terrific harm. Not only will we suffer a whole mountain of guilt, but Richie would find out. Your folks would find out. My God, lives have been utterly ruined by just a few minutes-even seconds-of careless lust."
"Irene-"
"Let me finish. We've already done too much. I'd lie if I didn't say I was attracted. At this point we could also damage ourselves by repressing. We'd have a miserable summer wondering what it might've been like. I have the perfect solution. We will have sex just this once. That reduces the pressure. You'll know what it's like and so will I. Then we'll put it behind us and not touch each other again-ever. This way you won't be hung up thinking what it might've been like, nor waste time expecting any more."
"Oh, sure, sure."
Don could act cool around Richie and some of his friends, but the truth was he was crazy to have sex and still very much a virgin. He'd necked with his girl, but they'd only played with each other's sex parts while dressed, and had masturbated a couple of times. As a result the act to him loomed larger than owning the best van in the United States, plus a first class quadraphonic stereo system. It was the biggest, most important thing in life. Already he floated off the ground. To spend the summer on this groovy ranch with the horses, the cattle on the range, the outdoors-making like a cowboy-all that was fab. Now, on top of all this, his beautiful Aunt Irene was going to solve his darkest problem-introduce him to sex. He felt good enough to die right at that moment. Whatever she'd ask, he'd agree to.
Pleased with herself that she'd gotten over her point, she dropped to her knees before the boy. She was also delighted to think how smart her psychology was. It was really a great idea to give in once and get the lust out-then put it away for keeps. Sort of like eating your cake and having it, too.
The young cock in front of her face made her dizzy. It stood up with a rock-hard firmness that thrilled her to her bones. She jacked him off about three times, then bent his prick and took it into her mouth after giving him a reassuring smile. He needed it. His face was laughably serious and strained at this holy moment in his life.
That quick, smooth action of going into oral sex was her mistake. She'd forgotten that the young who haven't experienced sex find each act a wild, mystical, and shattering experience. Don had heard all about cock sucking and seen pictures, but the real thing blew his mind. There was his beautiful aunt with that sexy face and great body that he'd come to worship as some sort of goddess dropping to her knees, taking hold of his hot, sensitive cock and casually sucking it into her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He could see his prick meat disappear between those satiny lips, see her white teeth and pink tongue close on it, and, ooohhh, how he felt it! The most wondrous, delicious and crazy good feeling he'd felt in his whole life seized his body. His belly went insane. There was a rush of magnificent joy and he surged up and froze against her with a great cry, his eyes starting from his head.
"AHHHHHH. WOW! YEEEEEE."
He unlocked in a fabulous rush of golden feeling. It was not strange at all, because he'd thought of practically nothing else all last night and today. He'd fantasized sex with her a thousand times in that period.
She started to pull back in astonishment, then realized in a split second flash that his cock had exploded. There was only time to lock her mouth down on it and give him a final delicious suck before he inundated her mouth with spurting, rich seed, foaming and salty to the taste. She wanted to laugh and wanted to cry. She had planned to tease and please him a little with a few moments of oral pleasure before they got into the real thing, but his over-excited state wouldn't allow that. So she drank, deeply, richly, sucking out the body hot cum and thrilling herself at this luscious orgasm.
"AHHH, IRENE. OH, OH, OH!"
It was over in seconds. His cock, still gleaming with her saliva, was reddened, swollen and empty. They'd gone through all that tension for ten seconds of action. He felt like a fool even as his belly glowed.
Spent, he fell back on the bed, groaning.
"Oh, I'm a crud. A bastard. I ruined it. It's over and gone. I feel like the world's greatest turkey. Oh, Irene, I really screwed it up."
"Don, Don, I should've known. I should've realized-you weren't ready."
"My God, I'm less than a man. I've ruined the summer."
She sat back on her heels and laughed.
"Well, now, Don, it isn't that serious. We won't count that one. We'll let you rest a while and we'll really get into it."
He wanted to die in gratitude. Aunt Irene was the most noble woman in the entire universe, bar none . ...
The next hour or so was the most idyllic young Don had ever spent in his life. With that first tension gone, they talked and laughed like real buddies, making him feel easy. Then Irene undressed for him while he, already naked, lay on the bed and watched the show in awe. He was already used to, and entranced by, her flowing red cascade of hair and beautiful face with the upturned almost girlish nose. Then came smooth, white shoulders, soft and rounded, and the exciting exposure of her naked breasts. They were fantastic, full and shapely, with a richness that none of the girls he'd dated back in Indianapolis had. The pink centers and the big, but somehow modest nipples really turned him on. Then came the soft expanse of her torso, her navel, and her belly. She was in good shape, taut and trim all the way down, and yet voluptuous compared to younger women. There was an ever so slight rise to her lower belly that suggested sexy fertility.
The V of her legs really made him catch his breath. There it all was, for the first time in his life, the triangular patch of red pubic hair and the soft, innocent girl look of her cunt, fully revealed to him with its secret, sexy folds. Her thighs were taut with none of the pudge a lot of city girls had, and her legs curved beautifully to slim ankles. Totally naked, her face and hair looked twice as sexy as when she wore clothes. Her behind when she turned to fold her clothes was rounded and firm, the skin as smooth as a baby's, her crack dark and exciting.
They hugged naked, and his cock began to harden. They kissed and she taught him that it was okay to open his mouth and let her shove her tongue inside. He thrilled when it was his turn to invade her mouth, suck her tongue, and enjoy the warmth and wetness of her juices.
"Oh, Don, you could be a great lover," she gasped when he began to practice the French kissing she taught him.
"Who could miss with you?" he breathed happily.
Then he enjoyed his first chance to kiss and suck and fondle those fantastic breasts, while she guided his love making in a sultry voice. She herself lived in a golden world, teaching this youngster the arts of love. Not only was he a turn-on, but she was able to enjoy his wide-eyed innocence, as if going back to her own first sex experiences. Her cunt was hot enough to burn metal and her belly felt wonderfully receptive to the now-hard young cock.
She wasn't, however, going to make the same mistake twice. He was far from ready for his first fuck. He had to get used to nudity and making love. She resumed her lesson in oral sex and at the same time taught him the mystery of the female cunt. Men, in her experience, were never taught right on how to approach and handle a female sex organ. She showed him how to use his fingers to stimulate her, gently but firmly. She guided him to her clitoris, let him see her little bump or mound of joy tissue, and showed him how to work it without squashing down with too much pressure. Soon he had two fingers inside of her, masturbating her to hot glory.
"OH, DEE-DON, THAT'S SO GREEEEEEAT!" she cooed as lie really began to drive her and lift her toward orgasm.
She curled up beside him with his fingers slowly driving her to frantic ecstasy and began her second suck on his prick. She told him exactly what she was doing so he'd know and remember:
"I WIGGLE MY TONGUE-AHHH-SOOO ... USE MY TEETH ... GIVE YOU SUCTION TO INCREASE THE LOVE PRESSURE THAT FEELS SO GOOD."
He humped wildly on her mouth while she restrained him with a hand on his shaft. This time he held his cookies and slowly rose to higher and hotter male intensity.
"OH, AH, THAT'S GETTING TO MEEE, IREEEEEENE. OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
"Hold it in, young man. Don't strain but just let everything rise up slowly. Ahhhhh ... It's just like shooting a rifle-the way I showed you-squeezing off the trigger ... here you just let the crazy, inside feeling rise until you break over the cliff and everything goes in a rush."
She hoarded his orgasm by interrupting her suction pull to lick down his hot shaft, to nibble his cock flesh, and to take his balls one at a time into her mouth. He felt beside himself with joy.
"OH, MY COCK. OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," he cried, and that was the moment that Richie stood outside the door and heard Don's voice from the bedroom.
It got deep and serious now as the two incestuous lovers began a final rise to orgasm. They no longer spoke but just enjoyed. Don's fingers in her cunt crazed her with delicious feeling of needful explosion. He was-likewise into his animalistic state, adjusted to everything now and lost in this new, glorious world of pure sex sensations. He felt so good, and powerful enough to rule the whole world. It was far richer than that first over-excited burst of manhood. He rocked and she rocked, and the sensuous glaze of orgasm reached her first.
"AH, DON-GOT TO-GIVE UP MY SEX-" she gasped. She locked her thighs on his hand, and for the first time he felt those body deep exciting throbs of womanhood as a cunt surrendered to him with quakes of delight while she cooed and keened and panted and squirmed against him. He felt like a real king to make her give up her sexuality like that.
She did not take time to enjoy her afterglow this time. Once her throbbing ceased, she attached his slippery cock once more and ate it lusciously with a demand suck that made him curl his toes.
"OH, IRENE, WOW! OH, NOOOOOO!" he wailed in heavenly delight. He strained up into her mouth and his whole body glazed in a long, glorious paralysis, and he lived in a dazzling wonder world before his prick expressed its mad joy with hot bursts of seed, spurt after spurt of furious leaping liquid, which she swallowed hungrily, sucking the very essence of his manhood out of his belly. He held her head, big-eyed and taken, giving up his virginity with powerful cock spurts that thrilled her to the bottom. Don Wexler was going to make a prince of a lover.
She drank him down to the last drop, and then, happy, and almost delirious with this new, fabulous experience, he reacted first with a laugh of relief.
"Incredible."
"Now that," she sighed happily, "is the way it should be done, Don."
"But we can't just stop with this!" he cried. "Now, Don, we said we wouldn't overdo it."
"But-but-"
"I think I heard the van," she told him. "We've got to get dressed and see if Richie's returned. We can't have him get wise to this."
They dressed, Don glowing, but a little sober to realize his sex life was over with Irene before it had hardly started.
She wasn't so sure. She wanted that fantastic young prick inside of her body. It would still count as only one time if she harvested it later tonight. But it would be altogether better to let her young nephew wonder and worry. Once men knew more sex was coming, they could drive you crazy.
CHAPTER TWO
The naked young girl slept in the hay when Richie went back to the barn to check on her. It looked like she'd come awake and crawled out of the van, then plopped down on the hay to sleep off her shock. As Richie stared down at her he had at least one good feeling. She sure hadn't been hurt too bad if she could sleep like that. It was a natural and healthy sleep if he'd ever seen one.
She looked absolutely gorgeous, her golden body stretched out on the brown-gold hay. One arm was thrown back, revealing delicate and exquisite curves all the way to her breast. Her head was slightly turned, showing a cute profile, and her soft, shapely thighs were slightly parted to give him an excellent view of her cunt. She was the most beautiful and sexy sight he'd ever seen, lying there so gracefully and sweetly. Richie enjoyed a secret and, until now, happy sex life with masturbation along with some pinups he liked. She was like one of his favorite shots stepping right out of one of those magazines into real life. Watching the soft rise and fall of her chest and breasts, so shapely and rich, he wanted to hug her for being there and being alive in his world-and he wanted to jump on her and fuck her. It was crazy.
He started out of the barn to the ranch house to see if he could reach Aunt Irene and Don, and then he groaned. Touch her he could not. He'd already brought too much grief into her life. But-since she was asleep-and she'd never know-and since Don and his treacherous aunt were off doing their dirty, sexy things-why shouldn't he have a little fun, too?
He stood a little to one side and brought out his cock. The barn with its chinky roof admitted a diffused, golden sunlight-and there she was, like some gorgeous princess from outer space requiring his worship. He had no trouble getting hard. As he began to thrill with his eyes locked on her body he crept closer and closer. Oh, he did want to spread those sexy thighs and shove his thing right up that delicate pink slice where she lived! She was enough woman to die for. He slid out of his pants and got on the hay, moving closer and closer to that elegant, gleaming body, getting hotter and hotter. Dare he touch the hard peak of one of those ripe breasts? Could he brush his hand over her sensual mouth? Maybe he could put his hand right on her organ and expire in hot love and passion...
Closer ... closer ... he felt her body heat and heard her soft breathing. She stirred once and he almost cried out. Close up she looked as great as from the distance, but he now saw a couple of bruise spots, one on her throat and another on the ripeness of her breast.
He touched her arm. She did not stir. He was crazy in the middle of his fantasy as he loved her in his mind and got closer to her being. He knelt in front of her, gasping softly, rising to pay tribute to this fantastic creature of his road adventure. He wished he knew her name.
He leaned forward and grunted to glory, his cock only a few inches above that thrilling pink girl opening. Her blue eyes opened. Her curving mouth widened in a demonic smile. She reached her arms up, grabbed him, and pulled him down swiftly, his cock right against her naked belly.
"DON'T WASTE IT, LOVER," she cried. "FUCK ME!"
He gave a great gasp, and in his highly excited state the feel of her warm belly digging against his thrilled cock was too much. He cried out in surprise and it turned into a groan of ecstasy. His cock exploded on the silken softness of her belly. Jissum spurted across her navel and up to her cleavage. Her hands clasped his buttocks as she ground her belly up tight to him and he fucked off in high delight against her warm, silken skin. Their faces were inches apart and she looked delighted as she felt his manhood explode. His face showed fear, shame and pleasure in fleeting expressions. He grunted in, to him, an embarrassing fashion and enjoyed the shuddery thrills of expending his cock on that naked girl belly.
"AHHHHHH," he went, relieved but highly shamed. Spurt, spurt, spurt. He really emptied his guts on her golden skin.
'Too bad you couldn't get it inside," she sighed.
A wild girl of the road? "I-thought you were hurt-I was afraid to touch you. But you're so good-looking..."
"Yeah," she said. "Guys like my body. That's how I get in trouble all the time."
He still lay on top of her, pressing her into the hay. They both felt the silky warmth of his semen, sexy between their bellies. He didn't know what to do now. There he was all tied up about the sex he thought Don had with Aunt Irene, and all of a sudden, from nowhere, here was this good-looking girl and-wham! He'd had his first real sex experience with a woman. Just like that.
"You-weren't hurt-the accident?" he asked.
"Naw. I was dazed. Then you took me into that van and I decided to go along and pretend I was out to see what happened."
'That's wild."
"Not as wild as what I had before. I was taken over by three rough guys. Bikers. They took my clothes so I couldn't escape. They didn't think I'd have the nerve to run with no clothes." She fingered one of her bruises he'd noticed before. "But I grabbed one of their bikes and ran. You scared me with that van, but, honestly, I had to get off the road-and quick. They'd be sure to follow me ... my name's Sue. Sue Kendall."
"Richie. Richie Wexler."
He got off the girl, still embarrassed at the sperm deposit that gleamed on her belly. He quickly turned away to restore his pants. When he turned back she had burrowed into the hay to hide her nudity.
"What place is this, Richie?"
He told her. About Aunt Irene and now he and his brotner were spending the summer here.
"Listen," she said. "Don't tell your aunt about me, okay? Don't even tell your brother, or anyone, okay? I could hide out here in your barn all night. You could, maybe, get me some clothes. Maybe you could sneak me a sandwich and a drink out of the house. Tomorrow I could be on my way."
"No," he said. "I'd better tell Aunt Irene and Don. You may need a doctor or something."
"Please, PLEASE don't tell them. Don't tell anybody, Richie! The barn's fine. It's warm and I like being around horses and your milk cows. I come from Wyoming and I was hitching to Texas before I met those creeps. The more secret the better. Just sneak me some old clothes and a little snack, that's all."
"Well, I don't know."
"Richie, you look like a sweet guy. Listen, I'll take care of you later tonight. Any kind of sex you want. You know that won't happen if you tell your aunt. She'll play 'mother'. Just you and me, Richie, and we'll have our fun."
His heart took a great leap. "Well, if you're sure you're not hurt-don't need a doctor-"
"I'm sure, lover. Just you and me, with me hiding out in here and happy. Honest, I didn't get hurt when the bike threw me. I faked it to see what you'd do. I'm safe from those cruds now..."
He grinned. "Okay, Sue Kendall," he said happily.
Going back to the house he felt elated and excited. Wow, what a deal he'd lucked into. She was so darned good-looking-and willing ... He'd thought he'd killed her and more or less ruined his life, and instead of that he'd had his first real sex with a foxy girl and there was more to come. As for Don and Aunt Irene-it served them right for pushing him to one side. Don would die if he knew the treasure Richie had stashed in the barn!
Richie might not have gotten away with his lame excuse about the van's not working right as the reason why he hadn't done his errands in the city-but Carl Trost showed up and after that nobody worried about lost errands.
Carl Trost had been Irene's foreman-up until she'd fired him yesterday. He was a big-shouldered, slightly beefy man, a tough ranch hand with hair as red as Aunt Irene's-and a hot temper to go with it.
He showed up before Don could check the van and he and Aunt Irene got into a shouting match that scared both boys.
"You goddam need me to run this goddam spread!" he bellowed. "You ain't throwing me out."
"I've had a bellyful of you," Irene shouted. "I want you off my property and out of my life!"
"It's these fucking kids," he roared. "You're ashamed of me-"
Irene took him into the bedroom then to continue the fight. In private, he lowered his voice and became surly. He thought she threw him out because he slept with her and she didn't want
"those sissy city kids" to know. There might be some truth in that, she realized. Carl was loud and vulgar and didn't like the boys, nor they him. But it was much, much more than that. For one thing, she'd been wrong about his love for her. She'd found out that he played around with prostitutes in Albuerque all the time he had sex with her. He wanted her body but didn't really want her. In her distress at her divorce, she'd not seen this.
"Hell, Irene, I'm a sexy guy," he told her. "I got too much for one woman. But that's okay-you want to knock off the sex while those young ass-holes are around, that suits me. You need me on the place, that's the bottom line, kid."
"I'm not sure about that, Carl. That last shipment of beef we sent to the feed lots. You told me we were getting sixty cents a hundred-weight. I checked. You actually got seventy-five cents and pocketed the difference."
He merely grinned. 'That's my tip-my bonus. All owners get chiseled a little. You pay because I know my job. You fire me-get another foreman-whole animals will disappear. Or the missing beef got lost. I'm the most honest foreman in New Mexico. You won't get my kind as cheap as I sold my time to you."
"I'll stay with Ramos," she told him, referring to the Mexican foreman she'd hired in his place. Ramos and his crew were out with her cattle now. No, it was even more than that. Sheriff Maddox had been down on Carl, and he wouldn't tell her why. She'd never spoken to Carl about this but now she had to. She told him that the Sheriff had been very hostile to her when he found out that Carl ran her spread.
"What is it, Carl? Why is the Sheriff always nosing around my place-what's he looking for? What kind of a racket are you running-along with handling my cattle? Ever since my ex-husband and I bought this place, the Sheriff treated us like criminals. He hates you. He thought we were in on something with you. When he found out I'd fired you, all of a sudden he makes friends."
Carl's frosty eyes glittered.
"You tell me, sweetheart. What kind of racket do you think I'm running?"
"I've thought about it a lot, Carl. All my land, all the open space-nobody watching. We're close to Mexico, like Texas, Arizona and California. Marijuana comes over that border in small airplanes-especially into Arizona. Maybe there's a lot of heat there. Wetbacks come over that border. Maybe other things. A small plane could land on my property and take off again and nobody would know. There are dry gulches, hidden valleys, and even some caves. There's that big cave over by the ridge. Maybe Sheriff Maddox has a good reason to dislike High Post Ranch."
"Go ahead," he said, his face reddening. "You'll find there are slander laws in cattle country just like the civilized places you all come from. I'll sue you and take this goddam spread away from you. As for Maddox, he ain't the Sheriff. Only a deputy with a division. Him and me grew up together and had lots of fights in school. He's always hated me and he'd like to hang something on me. He never could. He never will. I don't do any of that stuff."
'That's good, Carl. I wish you luck. But you're still fired. I don't want you around anymore."
He jumped her then. It was really crazy. He struck her, knocked her onto the bed, and came at her cursing with both fists flailing.
Scared out of their wits but loyal to their aunt, the two boys crashed into the bedroom and tangled with Carl. It could've been a brutal fight. Carl was tough and seasoned to the range. But Don had been a high school athlete and was not afraid of violence. Richie had supported his brother in a couple of good scraps in the past. The tough older man and the two youngsters fell to the floor and wrestled, while Irene dashed out of the room and went for her shotgun.
Carl did not want to fight. He suddenly jerked loose from the boys and ran to the front door of tne ranch house.
"You'll cool down. You'll change your mind," he told Irene, who had plucked the shotgun from its place on the wall and moved toward him.
"Get out, Carl, and stay out!" site shouted.
He cursed, but turned and fled. They heard the motor of his car start and he roared off into the warm New Mexico night.
Irene set down the gun and slumped into a chair, weeping.
"I'm sorry, boys. I should never have hired that awful man."
They soothed her as well as they could. He was gone and no real damage had been done. In fact, the argument and fight had toned them up to excitement. Life back in Indianapolis was never like this! They chatted in happy excitement all through dinner. For her part, Irene was silent. They were too young to know what a vicious man Car! could be. He wasn't tie kind to toss out threats as he went out the door. He was the kind who'd smiled at you as he knifed you. He knew lots of people around this part of the country and knew all the tricks. He could make big trouble for the High Post Ranch, Irene and the boys if he wanted to. She thought he wanted to. The Deputy wouldn't tell her what criminal use Carl made of her property, but she felt he was into something dangerous and they hadn't seen the last of him. Site felt guilty, too, that she had taken the tough foreman to her bed and been intimate with him. He could really ruin her reputation. She felt ashamed that she'd seen his vulgar bluster as honest open Western manliness. Two weeks of company with the innocent, virile boys had helped change her mind about that. . .
Ten O'clock that night. In her bedroom Irene paced the floor alone like a caged lioness, a fierce debate raging inside of her.
Incest! That ugly word. It shamed her to the bone to think that she'd twice had carnal knowledge of her nephew's penis. Imagine lusting for her sister's oldest child that she'd once bounced on her knee and later tried to play baseball with, when he was a skinny tyke with scabby elbows from roughhousing. Yet it had been so easy. He was no longer a skinny child, but a handsome young man, sex capable and sex hungry. She could not drive the picture from her mind of his elegant, stiff manhood grooving into the slick, pink tissue of her sex organ. Her cunt remained swollen, itchy, cream-like.
It had all been so easy to moralize about just 'doing it once' this afternoon. That was before they'd enjoyed the stolen sweet. Now her lust burned in her against all morality. He was a virgin. That sexy youngster had never before known the clutch of a hot embrace while he drove his cock into a wildly desiring cunt. Twice she took out her vibrator, twice she put it away. She must fight this thing through and not give in to temptation. She conjured up all of the faces that would help-Bessie and her husband, other relatives, her own parents, her own good friends. What would they say, think about her, feel about her if they knew she sought sex with her own nephew? She imagined the scorn, the sneers, the punishing laughter. 'Old Irene really flipped her stupid wig!' But she wasn't old. She was attractive, desirable, and sex hungry. It burned and burned in her mind-that hot lust. . .
The ranch house was shaped like an 'L' with the bedrooms in the short leg of the letter. First came Don's bedroom, then a connecting bath, then Irene's master bedroom, then a wall, and then the smaller bedroom that Richie occupied. Irene had locked the door of the bath on Don's side and Don knew why. She didn't want him in her bedroom. He could always use the smaller bath across the hall. Yet he kept testing it. In between he lay on his bed in his shorts, his mind a whirl with the exciting events of the day. The sex with his lovely aunt. The fight with that creep, Trost. He'd really shown that prick he couldn't shove around Aunt Irene!
But most of the time he thought about her luscious, creamy body, and how he'd seen it naked today for the first time. And how it had felt to feel right inside her, you know, cunt, and how his cock had felt in her wet, hot mouth. Wow. Sex was the greatest trip on earth. That fooling around he'd done back home was nothing compared to the real thing. His balls felt excruciatingly tight, and his cock was better than half hard. Man, if she opened that door, he'd be through in a flash and into some hot action.
"Aunt Irene," he moaned. "I want you. I need it."...
In the bedroom on the other side of Aunt Irene, Richie also lay sleepless, in his shorts, with anticipatory excitement in his groin. Wow, what a day it had been. The motorcycle on the road and Sue-the accident-the sex in the barn-the secret thing. To top all of that there was the fight with that crummy guy, Carl. Don sure needed his help on that. Without him Don couldn't have handled it. But they'd run that crook off the place, wham!
Richie had made his trip to the barn and brought Sue Kendall some clothes and some food without Aunt Irene or Don tumbling.
"You come back later," she told him. "Make it about midnight, when your folks are all settled. We'll have fun then." She kissed him and he almost went out of his mind with it. It was going to be a wild trip. The barn turned him on like mad, with the earthy smell of the horses, and their big eyes gleaming in the dim light, and the restless night movement of the cows. Manure, animal flesh, hay-it made a guy feel like some kind of primitive pioneer, lusting after his female...
The clothes fit, though loosely. They were some old things that Richie had heard Aunt Irene say she no longer wanted. So Sue had her food, and she had her clothes, and all Richie had to do was wait until midnight and collect his reward. It was, he thought, the most fantastic day of his nineteen years on earth.
Don heard the 'click' of the key in the lock on the bathroom door about eleven O'clock. He had gone into an erotic doze and at first couldn't believe his ears. But when he tried the door it opened. His sleepy haze lifted from his body like mist under a hot sun as he moved through the bathroom to Irene's bedroom beyond. There was a night light burning, a pink light that gave the room a warm, rosy glow.
Aunt Irene lay on top of the bed wearing a white lacy peignoir. It was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. The filmy stuff stretched across her big breasts to half-reveal her pink nipple centers. The stuff pulled against her crotch so tightly that he could make out the small red cloud of her pubic hair. The V of her lower belly was wet, and he could see woman juice gleaming on her soft inner thighs. She lay with her legs slightly spread, and her eyes looked dazed. He stood there a moment to drink in the lascivious sight and his cock flexed to rigid hardness.
"Aunt Irene-are you all right?"
She moaned. The last hour had been the worst she'd spent in a long spell. The debate inside had raged hotter and hotter and sapped all of her energy. No matter how hard she struggled, always the desire for the young man's cock came back on her with intensified lust. Her swollen cunt just kept running and running and her nipples got so hot and hard that she dared not touch them for fear of screaming. At last she crept to the bathroom and unlocked that door. If Don were asleep or didn't care-that was her last defense. That had failed.
Inexperienced as he was, Don understood that he faced a bitch in heat. There was no mistaking the flushed cheeks, the bright eyes, and the dampness on her forehead. Her body, looked lush, open, crazy for prick.
"IREEEEEENE," he groaned, and climbed on the bed beside her. His hands trembled as he pulled off his shorts, exposing the stiff cock jutting out from his belly.
"I TRIED ... I TRIED," she whispered.
He came over on top of her. His lips sought her mouth in the well-remembered exercise of French kissing she'd taught him that afternoon. Her lips fell open like soft, velvet petals and her hot, wet mouth sucked in his tongue avidly, while she made pleased sounds in her throat. Her soft body, under him, was firercely hot, ripe and sexy.
"FUCK ME," she whispered between kisses. "RIP MY BELLY OPEN, DON." She felt aghast at her language, but she was dazed; she was so high that she felt she'd explode if she didn't get hot, young prick. His body felt so good. That hot, naked, centered masculinity with that vigorous cock could restore her sanity.
Unable to speak in the high richness of the moment, he tore at her negligee and she helped him peel it down to reveal her naked tits with the swollen nipples.
"AHHH, YEEE," she moaned as he sucked on her ripe beauties. It was a piercing cry because this attack on one of her main erotic centers was enough to send her right to heaven. Sweating, she writhed under him, gasping, giving up her first female surrender. Their positions were reversed from this afternoon. Now she was the one so hot she couldn't restrain her orgasm. Those wounding teeth and the laving tongue on first one breast and then the other, in her white hot condition, broke her lust barrier.
Don felt her soft belly rub and gyrate against his belly and prick and she was gone, gasping, slobbering a little, eyes closed, head back and her wet belly grinding as she throbbed out her joy at being taken. He felt like the king of the world to be able to whip her to orgasmic shudders so easily.
He sucked and loved her breasts and licked and nibbled her sweet flesh in domination as she quaked off her glory under him.
In the next room Richie heard the wounding cry of Irene as Don took her with the hot breast suck. He almost jumped off the bed, his heart palpitating. He was no longer the nice, shy kid of earlier that day. Sue had given him confidence. He went out into the hall, down past Irene's door to Don's room, and entered. It was empty, of course. The bathroom door was ajar. It was only eleven o'clock, a whole hour before he was due in the barn. He might as well check on his brother and Aunt Irene and find out what really went on.
He crept through the bath to the second door and peeped in. What he saw just about drove him out of his mind. Don was on the bed with their aunt, and Don was naked as a jaybird. He had a hard-on, too. Irene lay under Don and she was half-naked. Richie saw her voluptuous breasts, fully revealed, and they gleamed. He instinctively knew that Don had been eating those sexy glories. Don crouched before Irene, peeling off some kind of white, very thin nightgown. There was her navel, then her soft white belly, then a thick patch of matted red pubic hair and-ahhh. Her cunt! Don seemed a little embarrassed to stare right down at her crotch, but from his hiding place, Richie wasn't. Her pink groove looked hot and sexy, and it was smeared with colorless juice, which also had spread to the delicious softness of her inner thighs. Holy crumb, that was a sight to see!
Irene spread her legs wide and Don got between them and crouched, trying to fit his cock to that delicious target. Richie was amazed at his older brother's ineptitude. He thought Don screwed Marlene, his girl back home, all the time. Maybe his dumb brother was no wiser than he!
Irene squeezed her buttocks as she lifted her belly and reached down to take Don's bulging cock in her hand. She squirmed around and Richie could see the big cock punch toward the vertical, swollen slit, because Irene drew one leg back. He held his breath, dizzy with the sight of this penetration of a female by a male.
Don went all butterfingers when he got Irene's outfit off and tried to get inside of her. He'd thought about it so much and hoped for it so much that he was quaking and messing it up. Thank God, she helped him, directing his prick to position. Don could not look down to see the cunt he sought-he'd pass out from excitement. He felt everything-the wetness and heat of her sex organ as his prick head nudged it, the feel of slick outer lips, and then he held his breath at the glorious moment.
Irene felt a sexy, relaxed lassitude. She felt only gratitude for Don's coming to ease her screwed-tight nerves and needs, and to have given her that first small-orgasm relief. She helped him guide that sexy wonder to her channel and fitted the cockhead past her outer lips and to the inner lips and groove where it counted. Then she held her breath...
Don fucked forward. His rod violated her and sank halfway up her slick, ready tunnel. The intense heat of the inside of her body startled him-it felt great. He felt her cunt walls grip his shaft, sending delicious rushes up into his body. He felt both resistance and surrender in that delightful box and he cried out in wonder.
Irene groaned in pleasure. After days of tease and hours of indecision, the issue was settled by the hot, hard cock reaming into her guts. She no longer cared for the dictates of society or the rules of family morality. She wanted Don's prick inside of her, crazing her with pleasure-and she had it.
"FUCK, FUCK," she whispered.
Don drew back his rod and shoved forward, and took her whole cunt, spreading the tight walls and fully possessing her. She drew up under him and began her own lustful gyrations. He began to plunge, grunting.
"OH, IRENE, OH, OH, OH," he cried in heavenly joy.
"DON'T-LOSE IT-TOO SOON," she begged.
Richie felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the erotic sight and especially the dirty words Irene had called to Don. Don rocked into Irene's body and he saw the flexing of muscles, especially in Irene's body. It was fabulous to see a flat, straight-out fuck, male whipping into female. He grabbed his own prick and began to jack off, imagining himself with his rod inside of Aunt Irene. Never mind about the girl in the barn. Even if he lost his own seed right here and now he'd have plenty more when midnight came. He wanted to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime sight.
Irene felt herself rise with youthful vigor after her first orgasm. It was as if she had been wired too tight to really enjoy passion until that first releasing orgasm. Now she felt alive in every pore of her body as she had not felt for years. In her marriage the sex had been bad at the end. Her affair with Carl had been sexy, but he had used her hard and fast, and she had to take what thrills she could get. This innocent boy was giving her what she wanted.
She ran her finger into his crack to rub his ass-hole lightly and smiled as his eyes got big with this extra thrill. Those nerves back there were hot and sensitive, but she'd learned never to dive her finger inside a man's butt hole. His prostate was just inside, and if you stroked it while he was already screwing it sent him into immediate overload, his eyes rolled back, and he shot off right now. This way Don's cock dry-throbbed inside of her, but he did not lose his charge.
She pulled Don forward onto her body.
"Hug, kiss," she instructed.
He began to do it, surprised and excited by the new sensation of his naked belly sucking against hers. The obscene sounds those two warm, perspiring bellies made was also very sexy.
They kissed, hot tongues twining, and Don mewed in delight at the glory of fucking and kissing. After that sex rush was over she didn't have to tell him to zero in on her luscious breasts and palm and suck them. She groaned as loudly as he as her sex network flashed hotter signals.
She felt rich, loved and immortal now. A woman always felt immortal when she hosted a desired prick. The intense pleasure of the friction was enhanced by the sense of the life-creating act they enjoyed-even if that wasn't the purpose.
"Ah, Don, you are a good stu-ahhh-student," she breathed hotly. "You use your cock like a master. You're fucking my heels off." She also knew the excitement of dirty words at the right time-if you really felt what you said, and she did.
"I-BEGINNING-GET TOO HOT," he said.
"LET IT RISE. LET IT HAPPEN. JUST ROCK IN ME AND TAKE ME WHEN YOU WANT," she whispered. It was especially exciting because she knew that she was completely his love slave. As soon as he froze and burst he would sweep her with him, no matter when it was. She was perfectly tuned to him. Her cunt felt like it was two miles long, and every inch was filled with sliding, crazing prick, driving bright happiness all through her body. She wanted to squeeze down on him and suck in his member and thrill to glory as she emptied him.
He could no longer speak except in grunts and gasps. The whole experience had been too rich, and now he was into his animal lust, driving up to the white hot moment of truth when he had used her all that he wanted and it was time to quench her fires with his blinding, bursting explosions.
"AHER-UNGGG," he went, fucking her faster.
"OH, DON, DON!" she went in rising splendor to feel his massive tribute soon to come. She felt humble, tender, used, delighted, little girl awed. No matter that Don was a male virgin-his cock had the power to turn her into a fuck-hungry slave.
She was no longer in her mind. Everything was her swelling belly and her overloading sex nerves, singing now with keen pleasure.
"EH, OH, OH, OH," she cried, bunting faster on his scalding prick.
Richie leaned against the door jamb, as lost as his aunt and brother. He had timed his motions to theirs, and with his powerful imagination he was as much into their sex as they were, he felt. He no longer thought of holding back. He just wanted to see them expire, die his sex death with them, and get rid of his huge load of wanton desire that churned in his own belly.
Don, on the bed, suddenly became erratic in his movements.
"AH, IRENE, I THINK-I TH-THINK-"
"GO, BOY, GO," she cried.
He went still on top of her body. It felt like his cock had pierced her fully and deeply. His eyes bugged out. All his muscles locked in a rich paralysis of feeling. He gave a series of animal grunts.
"UH, AH, UH, UH, UH."
His belly felt a fiery magnificence as he peaked, and he got that crazed and desperate feeling that was so gorgeous.
"YIKE!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Gasping and quivering, he bore down on his sex equipment and released huge darts of liquid flame into her body. It was ex-cru-cia-ting-and felt soooooo good.
She gave her own cry of wounding. She was so high that his bursts overwhelmed her and she froze up against him. Her cunt seemed to retract to get his full length, which now seemed to pierce her very womb wall. Then she began to squeeze her vagina on his rod, throbbing her volcanic ecstasy against his own hot gushes.
"HEAVENLY!" she managed, lost in her pink world of erotic satisfaction.
They clung, sweating bodies pasted together, aunt and nephew burning off their overwhelming lust in deep, satisfying throbs, spurts, and rushing nervous discharges of pleasure and relief. On and on it went for fabulous seconds, love locking soft cunt to ejaculating cock.
Watching, Richie, hidden from the sight of the bed, felt his knees go weak as he leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. His thrilled young cock, nearly as big as Don's felt the ultimate thrill.
"Why-why not?" he whispered to himself.
It came then as he threw luscious loops of hot jissum free into the air, his hot fluid striking the opposite door frame as he expired in empathetic delight at seeing Don and Aunt Irene getting it off. His soft grunts accompanied the flung seed and the relief, after all the hours of frustration, was terrific.
"AHHHHHH," he whispered, letting it all spurt out, free and easy.
Don lay on top of his taken aunt in the happiest euphoria he'd ever felt. No young man ever approached his first sex without some fears and worries as to whether he could really make it and do it right. His virgin fuck was over and it had been a delicious and healthy ride all of the way. He felt that he'd become a man in every sense of the word. He glowed and glowed, feeling his conquering prick still hard and locked into his aunt's vagina, soothed by the silk of their combined juices.
It was not so easy for Irene. The glowing pleasure she felt at having been roundly fucked had to be balanced by the guilt that she'd seduced, or been seduced by, her own nephew. But she felt absolutely great . ...
At midnight Richie crept out to the barn. First he did what he should've done sooner-he hid the motorbike under some straw and tossed the small rolled pack back into the dimness of the barn. Don mustn't know anything about Sue, as promised.
He looked for Sue. He didn't find her. He called, whispered, searched, but there was no Sue. He looked for a long time, but there was no trace of her, absolutely none, and his world, for now, was completely shattered.
CHAPTER THREE
The cattle on the range were for meat. The cows at the ranch house were for milk and had to be milked both morning and evening. It had been Don's chore to do the morning milking, which he enjoyed. There were not enough cows to justify a milking machine, and as he sat on his little stool, rhythmically squeezing the warm cow teats, Don relished the clear, cold desert-like air, the early sun spreading down from the bleak ranges and the sight of clouds overhead that seemed to hang by wires from the heavens above.
Back home he hated to get up early. On the ranch he couldn't stay in bed. This morning was one of the greatest. Irene bustled about the kitchen, preparing a pancake breakfast for the boys. Richie, sticky-eyed and grumpy, stomped around the kitchen in a bad humor. Don wondered with a twinge of guilt if his younger brother had caught on to the wild, wonderful thing he had going with Aunt Irene. Aunt Irene herself seemed solemn and withdrawn this morning, but she looked great, ten years younger, and was still turned on to him, judging by her looks and hand squeezes she gave him.
Older people were uptight about sex. She probably still thought they shouldn't have any more, but he thought they would. What if she was his aunt? That soft, creamy body really turned him on. This morning he felt really great, as if he'd grown ten feet tall since reaching full manhood last night. He felt serious, tender and loving toward Aunt Irene. He'd have to think of something today to lift Richie's spirits. He wanted the whole world to be as happy as he was. One thing he could do was take over the evening milking. Richie would like that-he didn't have Don's skill and it was a real chore for him.
Don dug his hands up into the cow's udder and squeezed down, squirting out a stream of milk. It took a little doing-you had to seize the teat firmly, get your hand up into the udder, and m-i-l-k down. You couldn't just squeeze the teat. It was really kind of sexy.
He finished and carried the last milk pail to the separator, where the cream and the milk would be spun about and separated by gravity. Don thought he might do more for Richie than just help with the evening chore. He could let Richie drive over to Coyote Cave with the van. Richie loved to drive the van, but so far Don woldn't let him take it anywhere off the roads. But the boys had wanted to explore the big cave on Aunt Irene's property and it wasn't too far off the road. Don headed for the barn where he kept the glossy painted van to protect it from the sand-pitting winds of New Mexico.
His van was gone...
It took several minutes for Aunt Irene and Richie to calm down the roaring, excited Don to find out what made him suddenly go crazy on this calm, quiet June morning.
"SWIPED-STOLEN-that goddam Carl Trost-" Don was beside himself. That purple-painted van with the psychedelic designs was his whole ego.
It was Richie's turn to confess. White-faced and stammering, he told the other two about the nude girl on the motorcycle. Sue Kendall, and how he'd tried to follow her wishes, and how, finally, last night she'd disappeared.
"You mean this criminal little bitch stole my van last night and you didn't say anything!" screamed Don. He could have killed his younger brother.
"It wasn't gone last night!" Richie insisted. "It was there last night. So was her motorbike. Just she was gone."
"I thought I heard a car engine close by just about dawn," said Aunt Irene. 'The girl must've waited for daylight to take off. I'll call the Sheriff right away. She couldn't have gone far ... Richie, how could you have been so taken?"
"I don't know, I just don't know."
He really felt bad because he treasured the van almost as much as Don. What a vicious crud his blonde friend had turned out to be!
"Where's that bike?" said Don...
Irene tried to dissuade Don from taking off in pursuit of his van on the small motorbike, but he was like a madman. He roared off in a cloud of dust on Sue's bike, heading for the feeder road that ran past the ranch.
"He should've taken a gun," said Irene. "Still, if it's only a young, unarmed girl ... I'll call the Sheriff, Richie, and we'll do a little exploring on our own in my Buick."
Richie felt lower than a bug. He'd suppressed some of his story-the parts about the sex and the bikers. In his version the girl had been dressed and fleeing one older guy. He sure hoped those bikers didn't show up.....
Don roared down the empty county road in the morning sun, desperate and sick to think of losing that van. The chances of getting it back were zilch and zero in this big, empty country. He took the road away from town, reasoning that if the girl were fleeing her father or some older guy who'd had her in town, she'd keep heading for the open country. He might not ever see it again, but he was sure going to scour the countryside-and then go back to the ranch and half-kill his brother.
He saw a truck up ahead but paid it no attention as he roared down the road, mumbling to himself, remembering all the jobs he'd worked at, all the trouble he went to, to get that van and fix up the interior afterwards. His dad had had to put in some money, too. Damn, it was a blow to have it stolen. He'd rather hand the girl his good right arm!
The object in the road was not a truck. It was a van. It was his van, pulled off on the shoulder, and sitting there as pretty as you please! He cut his throttle and began to brake, suddenly filled with joy. Why, that girl hadn't got very far at all. Wow-there it was, as big as life. It looked in okay condition, too. He paid no attention to the two motorcycles parked near it. He jumped off his bike and rushed for the van
It had taken Jumper, Hawk and the Professor some time to pursue Sue in the van, catch her, and subdue her. They'd searched all yesterday afternoon for her and slept by the road last night. At that they might've missed her because they weren't looking for Sue in a van. But she lost her head when she came past them and sped up. After that the chase was on, but she wasn't much of a driver and they soon boxed her in, stopped her, and took over.
As usual, they stripped her to the buff. That was the Professor's rule in handling what he called 'hosteel personalities'. They tied her wrists behind her and sat her down to ask some questions, with Jumper and Hawk grinning from ear to ear. They liked the idea of stripping captives when the captive was a good-looking chick like Sue. She answered the Professor's questions in a surly manner. The bike was back at the ranch where she stayed last night. So was the small roll attached to the rear of the bike.
The three young men exchanged glances.
Who lived at the ranch? ... Two young guys and their aunt. She'd only spoken to one, named Richie. She hid out in the barn with his help. She got some clothes and food and then waited until dawn, when she took off in the van. This Richie had left the keys in it. Was their stolen bike and the roll still at the ranch? She shrugged. The bike and the roll meant nothing to her.
'That there's prolly the same ranch Carl Trost told us about," cried Jumper.
The Professor glared at him through his black-rimmed glasses. "Why not let me do the jawboning. Jumper?" he said in that smooth, menacing tone he used when upset.
"Oh, sure, sure," said the Jumper. He was thin and wiry and had a prominent Adam's apple. He swallowed it.
"What now, Prof?" asked Hawk, who was pudgy and had close-set eyes.
"Easy," answered the Professor. "We head for the cave that certain friendly parties told us about. It's up that arroyo over the bridge just ahead. It's about a mile off the road. I reconned it yesterday. We can take the van right up there. Then we'll see about friendly parties and important ranches."
"First we got a problem," said Jumper.
"What's that, Jumper?"
"Here comes some wheels-looks like our bike. There's a young guy riding it."
"No problem," said the Professor. "You guys hide in the can with the curtain and I'll chat with Sue's new boyfriend. Be sure to take that wrench wrapped in a towel in case the kid gets uneasy..."
Don burst through the side doors of the van with fury.
"Lady, if you think you can steal my van-" He stopped in shock. There was a young girl tied up and naked. There was a big guy with her. He didn't look too old, though. Maybe he was in his late twenties.
'They got you staked out!" cried Sue. "LOOK OUT!"
The Professor smiled and stepped toward the rear of the van.
"In that case-" he started.
Don jumped him. He saw the round, smiling face with the black-rimmed glasses loom at him, and he heard the girl scream, and the next thing he knew there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, yellow lights exploded behind his eyes, and he went down and out . ...
Darkness. Not a solid black, but a dimness, spooky and with shadows. Don's head ached. He tried to rub it with his hand but could not. He wondered vaguely what was wrong with his hand, and then it came to him that there was nothing wrong with his hand; it felt fine. The problem was with his wrists ... they were tied. He got a rush of adrenalin when he absorbed that knowledge and his head cleared up. He tried to rise, but could not, because his feet were also tied. He sat up, groaned, and laid back down for a minute until he felt better.
It came back to him now-seeing the stolen van, rushing inside, seeing a naked girl tied up, and then facing the big-shouldered guy with the glasses. Then-pow!
He looked around again and saw, in the dim light, an uneven rock roof over his head. A sand floor, broken by rock piles, extended on either side. A cave! He was in a cave. He knew at once that it was Coyote Cave. There was none other around as big as this. "Oh, shit," he said.
"You can say that again," said a cheerful feminine voice nearby.
He half sat up. He realized for the first time that he was also naked!
He tried to cover himself but there was no way. With his ankles tied together, his dong and everything just hung out there.
"I-ummm-I'm naked," he confessed.
"Surprise!" said the girl. "So am I."
He squinched around and there was the girl he'd seen in the van. He could see the thrust of a nude breast and the bare softness of a neatly curved flank. She was, for sure.
"What the hell's going on?" he asked.
She told him then about the bikers, essentially the same story she'd told Richie. On her hitchhike from Wyoming to Texas, she'd foolishly let them pick her up and hadn't had a peaceful moment since. He scolded her for grabbing his van and for conning his brother, but his heart wasn't in it. He could imagine what those three tough guys had done to her, and, in her place, he'd run, too, and grab anything, and not trust anybody.
"I'm sorry, Don. I'm sorry I took your van and got you into this mess. I would've found a way to get it back to you, believe me. I'm no thief."
'Those guys-what are they-who are they?"
"Wish I knew. They came here to meet some character named Carl Trust or Frost, something like that."
'Trost!"
"Yeah, that's it. Know him?"
"Do I? That bastard. Yes, and there's something big going on here, Sue. Some real funny business."
'They've got a small roll of something. It was on their bike that I stole, but I didn't even know about it. Probably money."
'To buy something from Trost," said Don. 'That has to be it."
"Dope?"
But Don shook his head. "Aunt Irene thought so, but Trost isn't right for that kind of business. Also, we're too far North and too close to a big city for this to be a set-down place for heroin or marijuana. It would be easier further South. Tell you something else. Wherever there's dealing there's smoking. Even in Indianapolis we know that. There just isn't much around here. I tried to buy a few joints. I smoke now and again. It's hard to get."
She laughed. "It's hard to buy anywhere in the great open spaces of Wyoming, Colorado or New Mexico. Or any other big, empty state. Why bother to buy? There's millions of acres of empty ground and nobody looking. Just put down five or six small plots of your own and grow all you want."
They were on easy, friendly terms now. He said that he guessed the bikers-what was it? Jumper, Hawk and the Professor-they had gone off to find Trost.
"Yes," said Sue," and we'd darn well better stay here till they finish their business. I don't think they want any trouble. They want to get what they came for and split. We don't make trouble for them, they won't hurt us. So I'll just stay here tied up and enjoy a beauty nap. I didn't get much sleep last night-or the nights before."
"Not me, dammit!" flared Don. "I want to get out of here and nail those cruds-and Trost. He's made enough trouble for my aunt. He's ruining my vacation. Come on, put your back to mine and let me untie you."
She didn't seem very anxious, but at last she brought her small warm back against his and he tried to unloosen her wrist bonds. Again and again he dug at the knots, but the rope was thick and he simply didn't have enough strength in his fingers. It was frustrating. At last she scooted over beyond his back and eased her torso to the cave floor, her warm side touching his. She looked up at his face as he sat there.
"Hoo boy, we're not going to make it this way. And if you can't, I can't. My fingers aren't as strong as yours."
He politely laid down. It was too exciting to stare at her nude, high breasts and her trim body. He could feel her thigh touch his shoulder, they were so close. He stared at the ceiling, blushing. She lay there a minute and then gave a throaty laugh.
'There's one thing we could do."
"What's that?"
She lifted her head, which was approximately even with his hips. She bent over and her pink tongue flicked out and she dabbed at his cock.
"OH, WOW," he said, thrilling.
"Even with my hands and feet tied I could suck you," she said. "You've really got a long sexy dong. I've been staring, Don. Hey, I'll bet we could even fuck."
She said it so innocently and guilelessly that he was enchanted.
"Come on, you wouldn't do that," he said, breathless and full of hope.
"With me you never know," she sighed. "I'm a decent girl, really. I don't just take on anybody ... On the other hand, I stole your van and got you into a lot of trouble."
He dared say nothing. He just lay there, breathing deeper and deeper. Would she actually have the nerve to do it?
There was a long, expectant silence in the cave. Outside the sun had risen higher in the sky and its stronger rays made the interior of the cave lighter. It was still gloomy and subdued in here, but the two young people could see each other clearly. Don felt his cock thicken at just the exciting thought of having sex with this luscious little girl, but she made no further move after that first one. Instead she laid back beside him, staring dreamily at the ceiling.
She sure was a doll. She was the kind he never seemed to be able to date back in Indianapolis. She had the keen, sharp features of a real first class beauty, a classic, erotic face, heart-shaped, and a golden skin that didn't need a tan to look fabulous. Her breasts were big, almost motherly. As big as Irene's, whose figure was much more voluptuous. Her dainty torso curved down to a girlish waist and then her sexy hips flared. Her belly was long and flat and there was the neatest patch of yellow pubic hair he ever hoped to see. Her thighs and legs were long and delightfully curved, although her calves could've been a little thicker. Still, that added to her girlish charm. "Sit up," he ordered her.
She lost her dreamy look and stared at him with a slight frown.
'The man's tied up-and he gives me orders."
"Sit up-please. Sue."
She sat up. As they sat there facing each other side by side, Don knew for the first time why he had failed in his sex life with the good-looking girls back home and why he'd succeeded with Aunt Irene. He'd always been too passive, waiting for the girl to make the first move. But with his aunt he'd taken the initiative-she didn't scare him, so he won.
He kissed Sue on the mouth. Those soft, curving lips pulled back an instant, then pressed forward in a prim response. He shoved his tongue outward, forcing her meat, nibbling her lips, and digging in between them. She gasped and so did he. Their young mouths opened and hot tongues flashed past each other's as each explored the other's warm cave.
Sue had feared that her short time on the road had coarsened her. At home she was circumspect, but once she began to hitchhike, it seemed like the freedom had gone to her head. She had sucked off an older man in Colorado in order to get a long ride out of him. Then she met the bikers and every one of them had done her, including the Professor, with his specialty. That was the reason she'd evaded the love approaches of Don's brother after promising him sex.
This guy turned her on from the first moment she saw him. When the bikers dumped them into the cave, she had lain there for a long time studying Don's nude body while he recovered from that blow. In the dim light of the cave, on the comfortable and soft sand of the floor, she'd rested easily, even if tied up, and drank in the excellence of his young male body. What a fabulous prodder the guy had. It curled between his legs, lying on its small mound of balls, and seemed to have a life of its own as it beckoned to her.
She'd tried to put her mind on other things, but her cunt stayed wet and her nipples stayed hard. Wouldn't it be fantastic if they did it right here in the cave, tied up and everything. She felt the thrill deep inside of her body. But he was off talking about all the other things, until at last she just made that one blatant approach. The way he pulled back embarrassed her. She was getting too calloused and fresh. She laid back and tried to put her mind elsewhere.
Then-like magic, he suddenly turned on to her. Guys were crazy-but she wasn't complaining now.
His kisses were hot and hungry and exciting. Best of all, it felt really weird and sexy to kiss without using her hands. It was like being tied up made you hotter and more sensitive to the touch of lips and tongues. They clung and sucked and she saw his penis go up to rock hard.
"OH, SUE, I WANT YOU!" he gasped.
"YOU'RE GETTING ME," she responded in breathless delight.
She leaned back on her tied wrists, bringing her breasts up. He leaned forward with a cry of ecstasy and began to suck her nipples. The hot thrills, the helplessness of her bondage, made her feel stabs of sex thrills more strongly than she'd ever felt when a man ate her tits. She had to moan in girlish fashion. He went slightly out of his skull. Those soft, firm glories lifted his sex tension to the heights of lusty pleasure. Until yesterday he'd never known the actual touching of breasts or cunts. Now, all at once, this magic new world had opened for him, first with Aunt Irene, and now with this sexy young girl.
"Being tied up-it's crazier," he laughed.
'Try-anything-once-" she responded.
He leaned back to rest for a moment and bent her torso. She sucked his stiff cock into her mouth. The pressure, heat and friction, and wetness drove him to ever higher ecstasy.
"OHHH, BABY, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!"
She bobbed her head on his cock, long golden tresses flying, and thrilled with him, her cunt burning and flowing to be connected with that magnificent jabber. Then her head came up.
"Hey, you know what could be even crazier? We could do a sixty-nine tied up!"
"What's a sixty-nine?" he asked.
She showed him. She got him to stretch out face up and eased herself on top of him, her head to his prick, her crotch to his face. She found she could bend her legs far enough apart for his head to fit between her thighs. It was a tight and thrilling fit. Her soft flesh of those silken inner thighs pressed against his cheeks. He found her pink honey-slit in front of his mouth and the pleasant, pungent odor of her being permeated his nostrils.
"What do I do? What do I do?" he cried, anxious to please her.
'Tonue-inside of me," she instructed him. "You'll find a soft bump-that's my clit-clitoris-where it feels so great ... Suck, eat, tongue."
He slurped her free-running juices and drove his tongue inside of her velvety cunt lips. It was really wild-kinky, he thought to participate so deeply in her sexuality. Her box was her link to life creation and all humanity, and he controlled it with his punishing tongue. For each little stroke, wiggle and twist of his tongue, her entire body responded with sexy gyrations as she became his complete sex slave.
"OH, CHILD, I'M GONNA EAT RIGHT UP TO YOUR BELLY," he cried.
"DUU-DON'T DO ME SO GOOD," she stammered. "I'LL JUICE BEFORE I CAN GIVE YOU ANY FUN. OHHH, THAT IS CRAZEEE."
Her belly, her whole being, thrilled and thrilled even more as he used his Wicked tongue on her. She knew she was lucky with this Don because lots of guys wouldn't eat your cunt. A real lover wanted everything and this boy was a real lover. She increased her pleasure by resuming her suck on his cock. Tied up like this made it really great. Instead of holding the shaft, she had to move her head all around his prick, up, down and sideways. There were only her tongue, teeth and suction. Lots of girls cheated in oral sex by masturbating the shaft while they sucked the top of the prick. This way ever sensation he got came from her eager mouth. There were other odd sensations. She went deep to tease his balls, taking them into her mouth to tongue them gently and his shaft, silken and wet, slid sexily in the groove behind her ear. It felt like a sweet flame on her flesh.
Despite the awkwardness, they adjusted. Then it was pure gold, as he whipped her to a sucking frenzy on his prick by his suction on her cunt as she made him hotter and more eager to suck her searing love tunnel by the hot action on his stiff rod. It was a rising circle of joyous flame as they strained and grunted and their naked bodies sweated together in warm wonderful contact.
Locked between her thighs, and feeling her hot loins quiver and rock in mad joy, he raised his head for a moment.
"BABY-DIDN'T THINK IT COULD BE SO GOOOOOD."
"I-I-CAN'T LAST," she managed. "IT FEELS SO GREAT."
He was ready for glory now, his cock throbbing with the desire to throw at shorter intervals. So was she. Her cunt burned. The fast wiggles and tensions of her buttocks as she rode on his face went into slower, more lascivious strokes as he began his deep wounding of her.
"OH, DON-OH, OH, OH-IT CAN'T FEEL THIS GOOD," she moaned.
He was beyond words. The obscene sounds of their oral sex echoed all around him. He sensed that he held her sexuality completely under his control. It was a glorious feeling to command the sweet, sweating and helpless body of the tied-up female.
"GONNA MAKE YOU-GOOO," he threatened. "OH,DON-DON-"
She was in a crazed state and he redoubled the fury of his suck on her cunt and drove her to paralysis.
"AHHH, EEEEEE, OOOHHH!" she gasped in a husky voice.
That gorgeous girl body locked, its soft muscles helplessly frozen, and there was no sign of life in her except the deep, taken throbs of her surrender.
"AH, MEEE. OH, OH," she moaned.
Even his fuck of Aunt Irene had not brought him this close to the searing action of a bitch losing her senses and giving up totally to her animal needs. He felt he was deep inside of her body as she twisted helplessly, tied up, and enjoying the fabulous agony of her orgasm. Sheets of flame consumed her belly and pure, majestic joy suffused her entire being. She came and came, cunt throbbing and legs jerking.
At last she tapered and lay quiescent on top of his body, giving great sighs of pleasure.
"AHHH, DON, NOBODY EVER DID ME LIKE THAT. NOBODY!" she said.
"We invented a new way to do it," he laughed. 'Tied up."
But there was no time for him to play the cool and masterful lover. She attacked his prick once more, almost with a devilish glee, as if she wanted to top his marvelous use of her body and make him give up his sex even hotter than she had. Her demanding suck made his blood turn to fire and initiated deep, rich erotic rushes in his belly and up his spine.
"HERE WE GOOOOOO," he sang. "OH. OH, NO!"
That was it. Spurt, spurt, spurt. He flung liquid seed into her mouth with a force that seemed greater than his muscles possessed as he lifted up his loins and rinsed off great gobs of jissum into her mouth. She could hardly drink fast enough to swallow all the burning seed. The ecstatic pleasure of those bursts, the relief of tension, and the sense of getting it off inside a hot mouth made him thrill to the limits of his erotic being. Nothing in life should feel so good!
"UNK, UNK, AHHH," he went, and felt the glorious freedom of orgasm, spewing forth his full masculinity into the female.
He tapered at last and she was panting from lack of breath at his fast bursts when she finally released his prick. They were both too exhausted to move for long moments, but melted together in the rich daze of the after-sex feeling. Don hadn't felt so good in years. She relished the hot passion of this great, new lover.
After a while she rolled off of him and went into a doze. Don didn't feel like a nap. After that great sex, he felt like he wanted to charge forth and whip the world ... and he found that all the action and straining had loosened the bonds on his wrists. After twenty minutes of struggle he was free. His clothes were in a pile in one corner of the cave, along with her stuff.
He peered out of the cave-and there sat his van, big as life. There was no trace of the three bikers who must be off looking for Trost, he figured. What was better-he'd brought along a second set of keys for the van in case he found it abandoned somewhere. The keys were still in his pants, along with his wallet and change. The bikers weren't thieves.
Excited now, he awoke Sue and had her dress.
"We're going to fly into town and get that Deputy Sheriff," he told her. "We'll put a spoke in Trost's wheel-and take care of your tough friends, too."
"I'm with you, Don," she said. "But would we have time to stop for a burger? I'm half starved to death."
CHAPTER FOUR
By noon Irene felt that she'd done all that she could do for the moment. She'd notified the Sheriff's Department and the Highway Patrol of the theft of the van. Then she and Richie had taken the Buick and scoured all the roads close to the ranch. They found no trace of the van or of Don on the motorbike. Richie remained in a foul mood through all of this, which she didn't quite understand. Certainly he'd feel guilty about being fooled by the young woman and the loss of the van, but his resentment seemed to turn toward her.
"When you heard that car engine early this morning you should've turned us out," he said. He kept coming back to that over and over.
"Richie," she said, "what's really bothering you? It's something besides the van being stolen, isn't it?"
"No, nuthin', " he insisted in a surly tone of voice.
She made lunch and they ate in silence. She realized for the first time how Richie lived in his brother's shadow. Don was the cheerful, outgoing one that kept things bubbling. Richie was quiet, introverted, and was not as likely to be noticed when Don was around.
She suggested that they might saddle up some horses and ride out to Coyote Cave. She'd always had a suspicion that whatever Carl Trost was up to, it might have something to do with the cave, but she'd never taken the time to really look it over.
"You're just saying that to make up for ignoring me when Don's around," he shot at her. "Actually you want to stay here and wait for news of him."
She colored and got mad. It was all right for Richie to be surly, but now he was childish.
"Yes, dammit, Richie. I'd rather stay here for news of Don and the van. You should be, too. He has trouble that you brought on us and you should be anxious to hang by the phones in case we get some message from him or the police." He colored, but didn't say anything. She rose.
'There's nothing we can do for now. I'm going to take a nap. I've found that when there's trouble it's always a good idea to conserve your strength."
He slammed out of the dining area and went to his room. She shrugged and retired to her bedroom...
Richie was beside himself. The last twenty-four hours had been brutal. In fact, the last two weeks had been tough. Last year when the whole family made the visit he'd been only vaguely aware of Aunt Irene's elegant body. But this year there was the three of them alone and the attractive woman retiring to her bedroom each night to sleep alone when both young men wanted to have sex with her ... But, as usual, Don made out and he got left. It was the story of his life. It was the total of his life. When he was younger he used to get Don's cast off clothes and toys. Right now Aunt Irene hardly knew he existed.
It could've been all right if that good-looking chick had fulfilled her promise to have sex with him. There had been that sexy thing on her belly. But he realized he'd never really expected to make out with her. That would be more Don's luck. The way things went, he wouldn't be surprised if Don hadn't caught up with that slick chick and they fucked right in the van. Well, that was all right with him. He just wanted to get into sex with Aunt Irene and that luscious, creamy body.
So-what was he going to do about it? Don was gone and he was alone here with Aunt Irene, a chance he'd rarely have all summer long.
He felt a rising excitement as he realized that right now he had a terrific chance to get some action. He left his room and went down the hall past Irene's closed door and into Don's room, as he'd done last night. He softly opened the door to the bath. It was empty and the other door leading into her bedroom was ajar. He crept to it and peered into her bedroom. What he saw shocked him and started his cock hardening in his pants.
Irene was totally naked. It was stinging hot in the afternoon sun of New Mexico and she'd taken off all her clothes. She stood before the mirror, preening. Her hands lifted, cupped and stroked those rich, full breasts. He saw her nipples stand out, erect. She ran her hands down her torso and down her flanks. She turned to look at her body profile, and he saw the full span of her ass, smooth, creamy, taut, with the delicate curves under her cheeks and the dark, sexy crack. Her thighs were absolutely perfect the way they flared out from her buttocks and quickly tapered with infinite curves of perfection to her knees. Damned, she did have a figure!
She turned again and he saw her run her hands down her ripe belly to clutch her thighs on either side of the pinkness of her cunt. She gave a womanly sigh.
It was too much. Richie stripped feverishly out of his clothes, down to his shorts, his cock hard and eager. . .
Irene was actually thinking in a dreamy state of all that luscious sex of the past two days. She felt just a little sexed-up recalling the hot oral sex with Don yesterday afternoon and the even hotter full sex of last night. Her guilt had not lessened but she did feel more relaxed today. The sex had been good for her. If only it wasn't incest! She knew there could be no more contact with Don, but possibly late in the summer, she might just risk-she squeezed her cunt, silently laughing at her own lust. No, no, she must touch the boys no more. It could ruin their lives, hers and their parents. But that one day of carnal contact had really been fabulous.
There was a rushing sound and she felt herself suddenly seized. She found herself in the tight grip of Richie, who was undressed down to his shorts.
"I WANT IT!" he cried.
She gave a slight scream as she staggered back from his attack. "RICHIE!"
"You did it with Don. I've got to have it," the boy screamed.
He pulled her across the room to the bed and fell on top of her. She felt his heavy, nude body, almost as big and powerful as Don's. She felt his prick, hard, outside of his shorts, stabbing at her belly.
"OH, RICHIE, NO. NO, NO. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING. YOU CAN'T DO THIS. GET UP! LET ME GO!"
She fought him in panic, squirming under his body, naked and desperate. Richie plead with her.
"I know you did it with Don ... yesterday afternoon ... and then for sure last night. I saw it ... I watched ... I've got to have it-"
"OH, NO! I WON'T BE RAPED BY MY OWN NEPHEW. I WON'T STAND FOR THIS. GET-OFF-ME."
She got her hands against his chest and shoved him part way up. His reddened, mad face glared at her, and then he slapped her across the cheek. He overrode her hands to force down on her chest and he bit one of her nipples hard.
"YEEE-OWWWWWW!" she went and she struck at him blindly, in pain, as she gave her wild shriek. It was an awesome yell stunning both of them. Richie jerked up in confusion. That shriek seemed to restore him to his senses. He got up off her nudity. He retreated, staring at her with stricken eyes. Apparently his own savagery scared him.
"Oh, shit!" he said, and fled from her room, crying, "I always lose ... lose..."
The door slammed behind him and she heard his retreating footsteps. She laid there frozen, waiting to see if he'd come back. He didn't come back. After that wild flurry, the house became silent again. She got up, heart still pounding, adrenalin still rushing, and locked her bedroom door, not realizing that he'd come through the bath and Don's room. Her cheek hurt from his slap. Her nipple hurt from his bite. For a few seconds, young Richie had been a powerful and furious beast. He might've raped her if she hadn't fought and screamed.
She stumbled back to the bed and fell down on it, aghast at what he'd told her. Somehow he'd caught on to her activity with Don and even managed to spy on them. Oh, no! Now she knew for sure that it had all been a mistake and she must try to repair the damage. No wonder Richie had jumped her. Why, oh, why was life so perverse so that you had to pay a tremendous price for a little pleasure?
In spite of her fright, Richie's attack had stirred her up a little bit. Even turned her on. With the danger past, she even felt a little proud. Imagine a woman of her age turning on young men so furiously. She relaxed and began to feel sexy, as she had before. More sexy than she had before. She turned over on her stomach, lying across her arm. using her longest finger to jog her cunt gently. They sure wanted her body, they sure wanted to shove it to her-in her!
As she squeezed her buttocks down on her finger and felt the pleasure flow, she decided that this would have to be her only sex for the rest of the summer. She wanted to get up and go for her vibrator that had been her staunch companion for so many months, but she felt too lazy and easy, now that she'd converted her fright and shock into lust. Richie was vanquished for sure. Once he got that stricken look on his face, he always retreated. He wouldn't give her any more trouble. When he felt better she'd take him aside and explain how the thing with Don had all been a mistake and that it wouldn't be repeated.
"OH, AHHH," she murmured, responding to her finger. Action on her clit really did feel great
Richie retreated to his room, shocked and humbled. He'd almost committed a criminal act! If poor Aunt Irene hadn't screamed he'd've probably gone all the way-but she didn't want to. He listened in quivering fear, but the house was silent. She didn't follow him and scold him, or send him out of the house.
He took off his shorts and lay on the bed, groaning. Back to his old standby-the girlie magazines. But that was better. His cheeks still burned to realize that he'd actually slapped his Aunt hard in trying to rape her. Damn, she did have a great body, though.
Presently he felt much better. His cock stayed half-hard and he thought about it all in a different way. Suppose he had just stayed with it and really forced her. Or maybe talked her into it. Or made some kind of deal. His original lust was back upon his in full force. He wanted that woman!
He rose slowly, his heart beating. The house was still silent. It was maybe ten minutes since his wild act. He crept into the hall and listened at her door. He thought he heard groans. Maybe she was crying. Maybe he'd really shaken her up and she'd have to send him home to the empty house in Indianapolis for the rest of the summer. Maybe his slap had ended everything she felt for him.
He went through the bathroom as he had before and stopped at the door, as before. She was still naked, only this time she laid on the bed, face down, her legs spread. His cock started to rise again. There was her whole lovely body laid out in erotic display, the rounded shoulders, the sweet slope of her back, her magnificent rear and-those shapely thighs and legs-she was doing something, something erotic and exciting to herself. Her loins moved rhythmically, her buttocks tensing. He could see a finger, two fingers, working in and out of her heavenly pink cunt, and she was really wet. Juices of sex gleamed on her opening, and smeared on her soft inner thighs. She moaned and gasped, riding on her fingers.
He was instantly thrilled to his limits. He seized his own cock to masturbate at the fantastic sight of the sexy woman doing herself-but only for a second. It was too much. He had to have contact.
He rushed to the bed and climbed on it. . .
She was temporarily lost to the world as she drove herself up to orgasm. The hot desire of her nephew had turned her on, despite her shock. Her face remained buried in the pillow and she writhed in joy-Suddenly she felt Richie on her back. His whole naked body thumped down on hers and he caught her in a powerful grip. "I WANT YOU!"
His voice strained with hoarseness. It didn't even sound like Richie. His body began to plunge on her, his stiff cock punching between her legs to find her hot hole. His prick was rock-hard.
"RICH-" she started to scream.
His hand covered her mouth. She writhed helplessly under him, pinned by the weight of his young body. Unfortunately, he'd gotten between her spread legs so that she could not protect her sex organ. He kept plunging his cock to find her cunt and she automatically shifted to prevent penetration. They struggled for several seconds, hot, naked flesh grinding...
He felt determined now. All must be risked. He held her tightly and worked his cock eagerly to find her cunt. When he found it, it was harder to get in than he'd thought. She was plenty wet down there-then he notched her and felt a blinding thrill. He bunted fiercely with his iron cock. Her whole body locked under him and she gave a massive groan through his hand that covered her mouth.
Violation! He felt her body give, tightness yielding to smoothness, and suddenly his erect cock was inside of her, drenched in the interior heat of her body. It was fabulous and he gave a cry of triumph. Wow, she was tight, though.
Irene almost fainted at the pain. She felt the liquid-drenched prick stab at her and suddenly notch her ass-hole. Then came a fierce, rushing pain as he violated her anally and drove his rod several inches up her gut. She moaned in high distress. The room began to spin in the white-hot pain of having that tender opening so ruthlessly assaulted. Even as she hung rigid in horror, he fucked deeper into her body, then still deeper.
She went weak from the shock and pain, half out of her mind to feel the hot, hard member almost completely buried in her tail. Then he got a hand under her belly and began to fuck her, shoving feverishly in and out.
"REEE-RICHIE!" she wailed. She was too overcome to be able to say more. Each outward and inward stroke of his hot, eager cock sent new waves of shock and pain up her writhing body. She had to rock and grunt at his savage use of her ass-hole. The tender flesh and sensitive nerves were completely at his mercy...
Richie was in heaven. He'd heard or read that it felt really great inside of a woman's body, hot, slick and tight, but he hadn't expected this. She was really tight! Her cunt, as he thought it was, gripped his blade with spring-lock tension. At the same time her smooth buttocks worked and worked under him, tensing hard and relaxing and feeling great. He felt her whole body quiver to his luscious strokes, and reveled in his ability to make love to her. At last he'd showed Aunt Irene that he could make hot love, too.
"I WANT IT," he kept saying as he spiritedly reamed her.
For long moments Irene held her belly stiff, fearing that she would have to let her bladder go from the pain. She felt violated and outraged, too. It was extremely humiliating to have a nineteen-year-old boy ram his prick into her private entrance and use her tail to get off his joy. Oh, he did drive it up deep into her. She felt the rock-hard rod cut into her guts all the way up to her stomach. Nothing had ever been so deeply forced into her body.
"AH, R-R-R-RICHIE, OH, NO," she shuddered, squirming helplessly under him.
He did not stop. He would never stop. After all the neglect and all his bad luck he finally had his cock in her luscious body and she needed it. Hadn't she been masturbating herself when he came into the room? Well, this time he was going to drop his load tight into her body, deep up her cunt.
Her sphincter had accommodated to the ungodly stretching by the young prick. It did not hurt as much. The fast stroking along the walls of her intestine were weird and even a little sexy, stimulating her because of the extreme tenderness of the area. It was as if he'd broken some unmentionable taboo and laid his total manhood so deep inside of her body that she dared hardly move or speak anymore. She could actually hear the whisper of his meat servicing her and feel the upward flush of weird, sexy feeling penetrate her belly.
He began to kiss the soft skin at the base of her neck, since her face was buried in the pillow, and he got a hand under her stomach and then up until he could grasp one of her full breasts. She felt new tingles of sexuality when he did that.
They'd sure made a mistake with Richie. The boy was as crazy for sex as Don, and it had been dammmed up, higher and higher until he'd gone mad with desire-and this was the result. She had to stop him.
"R-RICHI E-YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG-HOLE. YOUR-THING'S IN-MY ASS," she cried.
"GOING TO FUCK YOU. GOING TO DO IT," he growled, insisting.
He hadn't heard, and he wouldn't hear. In his first fuck-lust he lived only for the fabulous friction that thrilled his stormy spear in a way he hadn't thought possible. The full-bodied, naked and sweating woman under him was a new glory that dazed his senses. She couldn't stop him. She could only take his prick until he'd laid his full load of seed deep inside of her.
It didn't seem so bad now. Her hand had strayed back to her cunt and when she felt inside the empty passage and found her clit, hot sex thrills returned. Those, plus the raging friction in her gut, made her sex up again. His wet kisses on her shoulder and his impertinent palm on her nipples, first this one and then that, began to drive her. She had been panting, at first in surprise, shock and pain, and now her breathing became excited as she slipped into an erotic state.
"OH, RICHIE, I FEEL IT," she whispered.
Her words thrilled him. Until now he had feared to feel between her legs and touch her where the action was. Now he got curious. He held her around the waist with one arm and sent the other down her smooth belly to feel his pistoning cock and enjoy the touch sensation of finding the spot where his meat rode frantically into hers. He felt her hand instead. Impatiently, delighted with the hot sex, and softly gasping as he went, he pulled her hand away and reached down further. He felt her wet and hot cunt. It seemed empty.
Startled, he lifted his torso and looked down. He saw the top of her buttocks and the beginning of her seam. He saw his cock plunging even as he felt it. He saw her ass-hole, cruelly distended, and his sturdy blade reaming into the wrong hole!
He almost came in shock.
"OH, OH, OH."
He knew what sodomy was all right. He knew what he did was an unspoken taboo. Homo guys did it to guys. There were laws against it. He had forcibly violated his aunt's rear hole. Yet her ass tunnel felt so tight, so hot, so good. He missed no strokes, but he groaned and fell forward on her body again and felt for her cunt. He should take it out, but was afraid to. In her excitement she probably hadn't even noticed. Oh, she enjoyed the ride all right. Her buttocks worked sexily on his thighs. She murmured in a dazed way. It had been long moments since she'd fought him.
"AH, RICHIE, AH, AH, AH, NOOO," she said, but he sensed that her body was on an erotic rise.
He thought: Leave it to good old Richie to mess things up. It was the joke of the century, or something. But he dared not stop. If he did, he'd end up not getting it off, like he always did ... He felt into the softness of her cunt and began to lose himself in the sweet rising delight of the corn-hole, excited to a higher pitch to actually feel inside a woman's organ. He could actually feel his stiff prick working in her sheath on the other side of the wall between her cunt and her rear tunnel.
Irene was still shocked to have her butt hole violated, but she was dazed into pleasure by the friction and the strange new sensations, the hand on her clit and the boy's hot vigor. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure rolled up her body. It was heavenly to take a man's prick inside of your body and drive him wild and, with the pain gone, it wasn't that much different. She actually thrilled to the feeling of the misguided cock reaming deep into her interior plumbing, and began to squeeze down on her sphincter and increase the resistance to his blade to give herself power to drain him. She rocked and sang:
"OH, YOU'RE DOING ME. DEEEEEEP INSIDE. I FEEL IT. AH, YOU'VE SPLIT ME IN TWO."
He lifted, gripped the front of her thighs, and fucked faster, going erratic.
"GOT TO-GOOO-SOON," he stammered. Her fingers went back to her cunt. She kept squeezing down on her sphincter, crazing him to orgasm. She was high and hot and out of her head with lust.
"OH, RICHIE, GOO-"
"FU-FUCKING YOUR ASS!" he cried, getting wilder.
She had not believed a prick could move so fast or feel so sexy.
'TAKE ME. DO IT, BURN MY HOLE!" she cried, as excited as he.
He began to grunt, his eyes becoming big. It was his first burst inside of the body of a woman and each second brought new sensations. That magnificent paralysis was different than anything he'd felt before. Primitive instincts made him pull the receiving loins of the woman tight to his and hold her locked as he sweated into his glaze of torrid pleasure.
"AHHH-NOW!" he cried.
He burst-with the sweetest, hottest explosion of cock force he'd ever felt. He laid a burning ejaculation deep up her guts. She felt it as searing hot juice squeezed off in her ass making her jump.
"AHHH, RICHIE, OHHHHHH," she went.
She took his spurts. That felt the weirdest of all, those jerking flashes that gave him so much joy misdirected up her anal tunnel. At the same time, she went into ecstasy to feel his young lustfulness use her. Rich thrills shot up her legs to her ass and cunt and on up her backbone. She whimpered. She tensed her buttocks which felt good to him, as he felt his power to wound and to master.
"AHHHHHH, OOOHHH!" she went.
Her cunt throbs began and her sphincter also quaked around the base of his cock. They clung, the boy spurting off his great, relieving jolts deep in her body. They relaxed and then both locked tight again as Richie injected more hot semen and she throbbed and groaned and spent right back in empathetic joy. It felt like he made her take a quart of body-hot sperm into her guts. She cooed and throbbed and went dizzy with the power of her orgasm. Maybe it was the humiliation of being sodomized, or maybe she'd been so hot that it didn't matter how the boy took her. She laid under him in a sweet daze, not thinking about anything as she tapered and he tapered, and they sank into lassitude and satisfaction with the final action of the orgasms.
Richie recovered first. With his lust burnt off, embarrassment came. How could he ever face his aunt after the unnatural sex he'd forced on her? He pulled out of her body, got off the bed, and fled. He grabbed his clothes, washed his cock, dressed, and went into the kitchen. The lunch stuff was still out, but he wasn't hungry. Wow, the ranch routine was certainly turned on its ear. He felt a stranger to himself. He'd had sex with a woman at last-it had been great-except that it had been terrible when he realized what he'd really done. Oh, oh, oh.
The roar of engines distracted him. Before his astonished eyes a car and three motorcycles rode up into the ranch house area. He recognized Carl Trost when he got out of the car. He didn't know who the three bikers were. Instinctively he plunged out of doors. He didn't want Trost and some other creeps coming into the house with Aunt Irene all dazed and sexed out in her bedroom. '
'That's him. Grab him!" shouted Carl, and before he could open his mouth two of the bikers grabbed him. At that moment his mind made the connection. These had to be the guys that girl. Sue, had talked about. But how did they connect with Carl?
He had no time to think about it. The wiry guy and the fat guy grabbed him. The other one, with Carl, big, wearing glasses, said:
"Kid, you've got something of ours. A tight little roll of canvas that was on that bike right there when you grabbed that girl."
He flashed on it right away. He remembered taking the girl's bike out of the van and taking out the roll, too, and tossing it into a corner.
"Oh, yeah. The roll."
They looked big and mean and he was scared. But he wasn't going to knuckle under to them if he could help it.
"Yeah," he went on. "I saw it yesterday. It's in the barn."
At a gesture from the guy they called the
"Professor" the other two walked him to the barn. He thought furiously ... the roll-it was probably money. If he could get it away from them they couldn't hurt him or Aunt Irene. He sure wished Don were here now, but it was all up to him.
He played dumb and scared when they got in the barn.
"Uh-it's back there in that horse stall," he said, pointing to the empty stall. The horses were out in the corral, of course.
"Well, go get it, kid," said the pudgy one.
He pretended to look in the stall. He'd already seen it over at the edge of the feed stack, the hay. He fussed around in the stall until the wiry guy cursed and came in to help him look.
, 'Oh, there it is," he said, pointing to the dark corner. The pile was actually horse turds, but it was really dark in the barn. The wiry guy darted forward and the fat guy came forward, too, to get the package. Richie split.
They were out of the barn and after him in a flash, but the bikers couldn't run as fast as a state class high school sprinter. Big Red was out there with a rope around his neck and that was all Richie needed. He had their precious roll, reached the horse, and vaulted on its back. He'd never ridden bareback yet, but now he was going to find out how. He dug his heels into Big Red's flanks and off they flew. Richie took off for the open fields. As long as he had their roll, he had the upper hand.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carol Trost and the Professor watched the chase from the ranch house kitchen. Jumper and Hawk had run for their bikes and taken off after the kid riding the horse, the bikes and the horse heading for the open range.
"Dumb kid," said Trost.
"He'll smarten up when the boys catch him."
"No way. Professor. Five guys on bikes can't catch a man on a horse, not in open country."
"My boys live on bikes. They can climb trees. They can go up mountains, they can jump over rocks. They'll get him."
"A dollar says 'no way', " insisted Trost.
"You're on."
"Well," sighed Carl. "Let's go see the lady and get the interview over with."
Irene had heard the commotion, but in her dazed state only had time to grab a robe and put it on before her unwelcome visitors appeared. The sex had depleted her but left her with a glow. She felt melancholy about the second incest, and her rear end ached, but she also felt a sneaking respect for Richie. At least he'd exploded in the direction of what he wanted instead of hanging himself, blowing out his brains, or turning his frustrated desires inward. But she saw there'd be no time for introspection.
"Got to talk about a deal, Irene," said Carl.
She sat in the bed against the headboard, her feet drawn primly up under her. She didn't much like these two big males invading her bedroom, but it was as good a place as any to face Tricky Carl.
"So talk," she said.
Carl went through his usual hemming and hawing. She studied the other man. He was about thirty, well set up, and wore glasses. He had a round face that wasn't unpleasant. His clothes, however, frightened her. He looked exactly like a Hell's Angel, like some of the low riders one occasionally saw, even around Albuerque. Carl called him the "Professor", probably because he spoke precisely, as if educated, instead of a biker slurring his words.
Carl explained that he did have a second business that he'd never told Irene about. He wasn't prepared to say what it was. Right now there was a crisis along those lines. The Professor and his people had come to the Post Ranch to transact-but a round-heeled girl of the road plus Irene's own two nephews had gotten slightly in the way. They had stolen a necessary package.
"Which we can get back on our own," said the Professor with a glance at Trost.
"Maybe. Anyway, Irene, we want that package, and we want you and the boys to take a camping trip on the range. Go out and see how Ramos is doing with the herds, fifty miles away on grazing lands for a few days."
He went on to say that this was his last transaction, and he'd bother Irene no more. He'd pay a small fee for this, plus her not saying anything to anyone like Deputy Maddox.
"I'm really not interested in your side businesses, Carl," she told him. "Since you don't work for me anymore, I'm not interested in anything you do."
Carl glared at her, but the Professor laughed.
"I thought you told me this little lady was your sex partner."
"I've been in this bedroom a thousand nights," bragged Carl.
Irene blushed and bit her lip. Unfortunately she couldn't deny that.
The Professor reached over and patted her knee.
"I see your problem, Irene. Romance has gone out of the window. A woman loses interest when she's taken for granted. That was Carl's mistake."
It wasn't, but she was grateful for his ego-saving. He might look like a biker but he didn't seem a bad sort. More subtle than Carl. What's more, he had an eye for her. She'd seen that as soon as they began to talk.
"We gotta settle this fast," glowered Carl.
"Well, old buddy, why don't you go in the other room and fix us all a drink while I talk privately with this good lady, Carl," said the Professor. "I think I have some information she'd like."
Carl grumbled but left the bedroom. The Professor got up and sat on the bed facing her.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"If you have to," she said nervously.
The situation looked dark. During the morning Richie had told her the full story that the girl had told him-about the three bikers. They were the sort that would get involved with Carl as she now knew him.
The Professor reached up lazily and casually, put his hand behind her neck, and pulled her head forward to his lips.
"I've got your nephew, Don, baby, all tied up and hidden away, along with the girl in a cave near here," he whispered in her ear.
"What!"
That wasn't the only shock. As she jerked upright at this news he ran his hand inside her robe to cup her breast. It was naked, of course. She hadn't had time to dress.
"No!" she gasped as her hands flew up to protect herself.
He kissed her on the mouth. One minute she sat there facing him. The next he had a hand on her tit and his mouth on hers while the shocking news about Don spun around in her head.
"What's-going on?" she gasped, pulling back.
"Oh, it was instantaneous with me," he said. "I liked you. You like me, too."
'That's a lie. How dare you!"
She tried to strike him, but instead of pulling back out of range he came in close, hugged her, and crushed his mouth back on hers. Not crudely or awkwardly. Just firm and dominating, as he sucked on the soft petals of her lips.
She jerked loose with a gasp. "I'll call the Sheriff. You can't get away with this-coming in here-manhandling me." She tried to get off the bed.
He pulled her down. He held both her hands in one of his strong ones. His free hand dove back inside her robe to press her nipple, already erected by his first surprise touch.
"Oh, no. Let me go, damn you."
"Don-girl-cave," he smiled.
She stared at him, miserable. The outrage of his attentions battled with her fear about Don.
"You're just saying that," she cried.
"Shall I describe how he's dressed?" He did so.
"What do you want from me, you s-s-snake?" she asked.
"Why, nothing, Irene. Pleasant conversation. I've already told you that we like each other."
'Take your hand out of my gown. I hate you."
"Sticks and stones, my dear lady. Plus Don in a cave."
He removed his hand from her breast. She tried to get up to escape him. His hand plunged inside the folds of her gown and she sat down abruptly. She sat on his hand, which clasped her naked cunt. She stared at him in horror. The pleasant, smiling man had been a stranger to her ten minutes before, and now he'd fondled both her breasts and her cunt. For a second she was unable to move.
His face changed. He looked surprised.
"Oh-oh. We are a little damp and we are a little swollen, I feel," he said. His face began to glow.
"Irene, Irene-is it possible that you have-I hesitate to use the word-fucked that sexy young man we just saw CQme out of the house."
"I-I-I-"
His bold, direct manner and total breach of social manners, plus the news about Don, confused her completely.
"Either you've diddled the youngster, or been at yourself, showing an even deeper need for willing males," he said. "Both are dark secrets. Why, Irene, think what nasty things Carl Trost will say about you in these parts if he finds out. Me-I'm a stranger and soon to leave. My lips are sealed. But, Irene-screwing your own nephews ... The other one, too? I suppose so," he sighed. "I can see why you gave up Carl. We all like the young stuff."
She tried to ease off his hand. It was not possible. He had worked a finger between her cunt lips and up inside of her. Because her sex equipment was still slightly swollen and damp from Richie's rape, there was no hiding it.
"I'm not going to stand for this," she told him in a weak, protesting voice. She caught his arm and groaned. His finger did penetrate her deeply and she was still a little hot from that wild action with Richie. He worked his finger in her and she held onto his arm and let him, her mind working madly as she felt the erotic shivers of his assault.
Any way she looked at it, her situation was bad. She believed that this man and the other tough bikers had kidnapped Don. Therefore she'd have to placate them to save Don. On top of that the
Professor had discovered her secret incest. Carl could really ruin her reputation around this part of the country. It was lonely enough since her divorce. The boys would return East in September. If she were ostracized, cut off from friends, looked down upon and scorned-in the city you could get away with certain lusts, lost in the crowd. Not out here. People learned everything about you-especially the bad things.
She knew now that the Professor wanted sexual favors from her as well as the other cooperation Carl wanted. It might be wise to go along with him at least a little way.
"Please-take your hand away-while we discuss this," she begged him.
He saw her cooperative mood and removed his finger. She sighed in relief. He smiled into her eyes and licked his finger that had been inside of her. She caught her breath at that. He really turned on to her.
"Where is my nephew, Richie?" she asked.
'The tall kid with the cowlick?" asked the Professor. "He ran out of the house, looking pretty happy, grabbed one of the horses and took off across the landscape."
She sighed in relief. At least Richie was safe in all of this, and she could deal with Carl and this man without being embarrassed by his presence. The man was wrong about Richie's happy expression, though. She knew Richie well enough to understand his moods-the boy would have run out of the house feeling terrible-wanting to escape after the shame of his perverted, though unintentional use of her body. He'd ride for hours, working it out in his mind before he came back, she thought. She meant to be rid of Carl and his friend long before that. . .
"What do you want of me?" she asked.
He pulled her into his arms, hugged her and kissed her, driving a questing tongue inside of her mouth. At the same time his hand slid into her robe to capture that nude globe that he'd already sensitized. She thrilled against him. He was a kind of turn-on, much younger than she, and it was hard to resist some men's lusts. It was especially hard for her, coming out of that hot sex with Richie. Her butt might ache, but that action had sexed her up and she hadn't recovered. She ate his tongue, traded saliva, and shivered deliciously at his squeezing of her breast.
"You're not going to believe this-" he gasped, at last breaking the hot kiss. "Carl is still nuts about you. It's even affecting his judgment, which is bad for the business that brought me here ... What's worse for me, I turn on twice as hard for a woman that another man has fucked and had as a lover."
"What?" She was startled.
"Oh, I'd go for you anyway, Irene. You're hard-on stuff to me. But to have sex with you while Carl turns on to you makes it even hotter."
He stood up and calmly began to undress.
"We're-going to have sex?" she quavered.
"It'd be hard to think of a better time," he smiled.
"But-Carl-Carl-" she sputtered.
His cock was out. It was hard, thick and congested looking. It was not as long as Don's or even Richie's, but it looked potent and wicked.
"I think I've convinced you that romance is a good idea for you just now, Irene." He came to the bed and pulled her down. He peeled her robe open and stared down at her naked charms. His eyes got big. "Wow!" he said.
"We-we can't-with Carl just out there-and-and-" she stammered.
'Think of his Surprise when he comes back with the drinks," he said.
He mounted her and canted her loins up, aiming for her red, wet and swollen cunt. She squirmed, protesting. It turned out that verbal protests had little effect on this man of action. His lusty spear found her slit and invaded her as he gave an animal grunt of pleasure and she uttered a cry of wounded surprise. A hot sex rush suffused her belly. He oozed his prick up into her, its thickness making up for its shorter length.
"AHHH, EH!" she gasped.
"LUSH-USSS," he moaned.
Carl came back into the bedroom with the drinks. He was talking as he entered the room.
"You see, Irene, I got to complete this one transaction with the Professor. After that, okay, I'll leave you alone. Get out of your life. I may even go up to Colorado. I got maybe a deal near Trinidad, and-WHAT IN HELL!"
There was a loud crash as the drinks fell to the floor.
"I told you the lady would appreciate romance," said the Professor. "Now look what you did. You spilled all the drinks."
"What the hell-Oh, no, buddy, no, no."
She stared up at Carl over the Professor's big shoulder. "He-I-we-it was blackmail, more or less," she finished weakly.
"GET THE HELL OFF MY GIRL!" roared Carl.
The Professor calmly eased his prick out of her body while she gasped at the slick action. His rod stood up, fussed and gleaming with her juices.
"Sorry," said the Professor. "I thought as your guest I should go first. I'll wait if you wish."
Carl's face was a study to see. There was shock, surprise-and then lust. He had not thought he'd gain access to Irene's sexy cunt again.
"Well, now-" he grinned. "If it's going to be a party."
"Nooo," wailed Irene as Carl, ignoring the spilled drinks, began to undress.
"Now, now, Irene," the Professor soothed her. "How many times in this hard, sad life are you going to get two lusty lovers at once?"
"I can't believe this!" she gasped. She tried to get off the bed to flee. The Professor caught her and pulled her down. Carl was beside himself, clothes off, face flushed, muttering in his excitement.
"How-we do this?" he asked, getting on the bed.
"You ride saddle while I float the river," said the Professor.
She started to squirm, but the strength of the two men was too much for her. It was not exactly rape, but it scared her to see the second hard cock coming at her. She'd had sex with Carl many times, but this was a totally new situation with a stranger here.
"I think-you're raping me," she said, her eyes big as the Professor held her and Carl, muttering and hot, slid between her legs. His cock was neither big nor thick, but he really knew how to use it. It was pure myth that a man needed a big dong. The hot sex feelings were all around the clit and the first few inches of a succulent cunt tunnel. The only advantage to a big one was the mental effect before it plunged into your body, making you think you'd get more than you got.
'Technically, there are elements of rape," laughed the Professor, as he held her arms and kissed her smooth shoulders. "Actually, both parties gain in this. We could even end up loving and respecting one another more."
What a whacko, she thought, and then Carl's resolute prick violated her.
"AHHHHHH, CARL," she protested.
"HOME AGAIN!" gasped her delighted ex-foreman.
He had good pressure on her clit and the kinkiness of the sex, being with two men at once thrilled her, though she hated to admit it. She fucked back against his cock, groaning.
She barely had time to get used to the thrill-rush of this new penetration than the Professor captured her attention by turning her head up. She saw his thick member inches from her mouth.
"Happiness is a warm dick in your mouth," he told her.
"N-NOOO," she gasped, distracted by the sweet friction down below and Carl's hot cries.
"Just try it a little, Irene."
She started to say "No" again, but he took advantage of her open mouth to shove his rod inside of it. She felt a crazed rush of delight at taking two cocks into her body at the same time.
"OH, BABY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE TO FUCK YOU SO MUCH," called Carl.
"FABULOUS MOUTH-FOR SUCKING," cried the Professor. "AHHH-UMMM."
"MERGLSWMMM," she managed, opening up hotly to sex now.
It was silent in the room except for the sounds of sex. There were the slurping sounds of Irene sucking the Professor's cock, and the silken whisper of Carl's steady prong driving into her spasming cunt. Irene began to sink back into the world of hot passion that Richie had taken her into.
Carl was in seventh heaven-there was something especially rich and sexy about Irene's tight little cunt leading into that voluptuous body that excited him like mad. The thrills along his shaft were tremendous. The Professor was into his own hot joy, staring down on the beautiful woman who twisted in the pleasure of being fucked while her cheeks and mouth were distended to eat Prick. It was a lascivious sight all around.
"You're selfish," said Professor.
"What?" said Carl.
"If you were in my hometown in California and I shared my old lady with you, you'd get to fuck," he said.
Carl slowed his action, staring up in surprise. "You expect me-turn my girl over-to you?" he squeaked.
Irene, lost in the hot action of the two pricks, barely heard the exchange.
"You forget," said the Professor with acid in his voice. "It was I who made all of this puh-ahhh-possible. Oh!"
Carl slowed his pace. "Why, you stupid bastard."
"No, Carl. You're the stupid one. I can see how you lost this fine woman as a lover. Why your business transactions-ahhh, meee-don't go well. Totally selfish."
"I'm not selfish," cried Carl.
"I should be on the bottom with you on the top. There's always the next time for you."
"You want to trade?"
'That's the idea."
"Man, I couldn't."
'Then you'll never got the ultimate thrill. Laying your cock up a woman whose cunt is oozing with another guy's spend. It feels terrific. You wouldn't believe it."
They were only words faintly heard by Irene, who arched her body in cream-like pleasure and fucked and sucked hotly. Her whole body was in total rapture. All of a sudden the action ceased. One penis was gone from her mouth and the other slid out of her box. She lay there in surprise, gasping.
"I must be crazy to do this," said Carl.
"It's a sensation you won't ever forget," said the Professor. He crawled between Irene's legs. She opened her eyes in astonishment.
"What's going on?" she asked.
'Trading a little," said Carl.
He eased his cock into her surprised mouth. She could taste herself on his smallish cock and her eyes widened in surprise, even as she felt the Professor pry open her cunt lips and work his thicker blade into her guts. It blew her mind and she began to strain up as sweet, joy-fainting rushes shook her belly.
"OH, OH, SHE'S GOING TO GO." said the Professor as she whined and began to twist her loins.
He forced his prick tight and deep in her, thrilling her even more because of his thickness. Her crotch swam in her juices and he traced a finger down to her ass-hole a couple of inches from her erotic center. After the reaming by Richie her sphincter was still a little loose. His finger went up her ass-hole, giving her another nervous shot of pleasure. Her mouth closed tightly on Carl's prick as she felt the deep invasion of the Professor's blade, and now her third hole got filled with a probing, sliding finger. Her whole body seemed to strain and quiver in ecstasy as pleasure darts ran everywhere.
"CAN'T S-S-STAND-THISSSSSS!" she moaned.
Throb, throb, throb. It was the sweetest sex death she'd ever felt after being taken by the two cocks at once. She grunted and keened and was swept away by the ecstasy of her quakes, holding on to the Professor for dear life and surrending all her sexuality.
"MY AAA-MY ASS," she cried.
She wanted to tell him it still hurt, but of course he didn't know that her nephew had corn-holed her shortly before. That pain, which amounted only to irritating twinges, seemed to add to her pleasure as she rocked and stiffened her legs and strained and gave up her total being to orgasm.
"AHHH. AH, UH, AH," she went.
The two men watched in awe. The Professor had to close his eyes at his own good feeling of her cunt locking down on his buried prick. Those spasms were sexy on his shaft.
"She don't cum like this too often," said Carl.
"I told you-the change off blew her mind."
She was as supple as wet spaghetti now as she tapered. The Professor clutched her taken body and resumed his prick drive into her unresisting belly. Carl held her head and made her resume the suck. She bobbed her head obediently, an automatic reaction, and his pleasure began to flow again.
"Man, we really tossed her," cried Carl.
"One of the hottest dolls I ever touched," grunted the Professor, going for broke. "An older woman, good-looking as this-she lets herself go-you've got the best."
She floated in a sea of pleasure, aware of her two lovers, yet no longer tense with the sex ache. She wanted to please both of them, and so she bucked up and down on the Professor's hotly pistoning shaft to give him fast friction and she applied suction pressure on Carl's cock to give him the same. She actually liked to suck off Carl anyway. It was something about the taste of his semen.
Carl simply couldn't last after seeing the hot orgasm Irene had gone through. He was also enormously turned on by the sight of another man fucking into the cunt of a woman he'd loved and been with. On top of that, the idea of laying his own jissum on top of the Professor's made him even hotter. Just like an orgy. It would be like losing his mate and winning her back again.
"AHHH, MAN, SHE'S G-GOT ME," he whined happily.
"Go," said the Professor. His back teeth floated; he was high and hot and wanted to make her, just as Carl did. He fucked faster. Her tight, wet cunt seemed to clutch him more strongly and he felt ecstatic thrills begin to unlock the doors of his sex dam.
"GOOOOOONE!" cried Carl.
He shook all over, his knees went weak, and he slid over into happy land, losing all power of voluntary motion. After a dizzying and breathless moment of paralysis, his rush came. He grunted off heavenly spurts of jissum into Irene's mouth. Expertly she drank and swallowed his seed with great gulps, her soft throat muscles moving.
To the Professor it just felt like his whole body grew in size and power and he felt the most marvelous friendship for the whole human race. He locked slowly and began sighs of tension.
"AH-LAYING IT-INNN," he went.
Two pleasure-crazed cocks spurted into her body, Carl ejaculating down her throat and the Professor exploding up her cunt. From her free-floating position, Irene felt like Mother Earth, draining off the masculine joy of two men at once. She felt proud and tender and open and loved, despite who her companions were. She felt the richness of her sex power and theirs as they seeded her body with their convulsive spurts of joy.
"OH, SO GOOD."
"HOT, HOT-SEXXXXXXY."
They held their peaks, gunning and gunning, then tapered to finishing throbs and were quiet. Irene could not believe that she was the same woman she'd been three days ago when all this sex had started. Her body ached pleasantly and felt used-but oh, so fine and elegant . ...
At last Carl rose and walked slack-knead into the living room to prepare the round of drinks in celebration. He looked forward to the next sex when they'd all recovered. Instead he took one look at the courtyard and ran back into the bedroom.
"We'd better dress," he said. 'The Sheriff and some of his men are just coming in. Plus that young kid, Don, and that blonde girl and the van."
"Oh, shit," said the Professor, diving for his clothes.
But it was too late. Ten minutes later Carl and the Professor were in custody and under arrest, and Irene was making a statement to Deputy Maddox.
Nor was that the extent of the bad news for Carl and the bikers. A few minutes later Richie rode triumphantly into the ranch center still holding the roll. He slipped off Big Red and walked tenderly toward the group grinning.
"What is it?" Irene asked.
Richie walked like a cowboy, stiff-legged and with a straight back. "Bareback riding is a real pain in the ass, for one thing," he said. "Next time I'll grab a saddle."
He told them there were two exhausted bikers walking on foot a way up the pike. There were also two slightly wrecked bikes.
"Big Red wouldn't let them get near," he grinned. "He spun on them and jumped over them when they got too close. They just couldn't move those machines fast enough." He handed the canvas roll with money to Aunt Irene and accepted congratulations all around. For once he'd done everything right and ended up a winner. The Sheriff's men quickly rounded up a disgusted
Jumper and Hawk and prepared to run the four off to jail. A resigned Professor handed Carl a dollar.
Deputy Maddox did a strange thing before he left. He handed the money roll to Irene.
"You keep this," he said. "Hold onto it until we know more about what these jokers are up to."
"Hey, that's our money," the Professor protested.
"Well, now, son," drawled Maddox. 'That's what you say, but you're low riders and we don't trust bikers much in this country. You say it's yours. But you've got about six felony charges hanging around your necks. Maybe you stole it up the pike somewhere. So we won't worry much about that just now."
Then he hustled off his prisoners, along with their bikes, driven away in his County pickup trucks.
Irene hugged Don and thanked him for bringing help.
"We should've been here sooner," said Don with a guilty look at Sue. "We didn't know you were in trouble back here, so we stopped for hamburgers and took a slow ride into town."
Irene wondered, looking at the glowing young couple, whether they had done more than ride around and look at the scenery.
CHAPTER SIX
That night was one of celebration at the Post Ranch as everybody told and retold their adventures of the day. Sue Kendall had agreed to stay with them a few days so she and Irene prepared a luscious steak dinner, and there was wine, beer, laughter and good fellowship all around.
Irene noticed that there were certain hesitations in each of the stories, and she suspected that there were important omissions-in Don and Sue's story about being tied up in the cave and in Richie's tale of what he did before the action with Big Red started. She also found it comfortable to leave out certain portions of her own doings of the day. Poor Richie seemed to avoid her glance. She was no longer mad at him for what he'd done to her-too much else had happened, and she felt guilty herself for having let Carl and his friend force her into sex-but again it might not have happened if she hadn't been all shook up and sexed up from Richie's attack on her. Still, she couldn't blame the boy for that.
Everything considered, the wisest course was to take each story at its face value and not ask too many questions, she decided.
"But I'd sure like to know what Carl and those tough guys were up to," said Don.
'That's the Sheriff's job," said Irene. "For my part I don't want to ever see them again-including Carl Trost."
It had been a full day and everyone tired after the retelling of the adventures had gone on for a while.
"I'm supposed to be running a cattle ranch," laughed Irene. "I haven't even been out on the range to see how the herds are doing. Then there's the cows to milk here at the house, the horses to tend, the chickens to feed, and, tomorrow, we'll have to get at the garden that needs weeding and watering. I'm glad all this Wild West stuff is over, or the Post Ranch will turn into a rural wreck. Get your sleep, boys. Tomorrow's another day."
Don and Richie were glad to pack it in. Doing the chores that night had been a strain. They each departed to their rooms. Irene showed Sue the big bedroom.
"You'd best sleep in here with me," she said diplomatically. 'There's plenty of room and I can lend you the stuff you need."
"Good idea," grinned Sue.
That one, thought Irene, may only be twenty, but she's no dumb blonde in spite of her looks. She knows if she bedded down anywhere in the house but with me, there'd be little chance of sleep ... Irene meant to set up a rollaway cot for the girl at the foot of her bed, so Sue would enjoy real comfort, but she had some bookkeeping to do, so she didn't get around to it until an hour after the house had gone quiet. When she went into the bedroom. Sue had done the obvious-slipped into the big bed and gone sound asleep.
Looking at that pretty young face, so innocent in response, Irene felt a tug at her heart. The poor kid was really in bad shape. The bikers had taken her road pack and left it God knows where. Her clothes were gone-she wore some of Irene's cast-off stuff. Poor Sue had no more than she came into the world with, no money, no nothing-just her naked self. Irene patted the sleeping girl's cheek and decided that she'd have to give the girl some work around the ranch for a while so she could buy some clothes and get enough money to continue her trip to Dallas. That would be hard-ranch finances were low-and that reminded Irene to count the money that the Sheriff left with her, the funds that belonged to the bikers. Strange that he would do that. She'd have to ask him about that tomorrow...
Sixty thousand dollars in good-sized bills. That's what it came to. Sixty thousand! That kind of money meant criminal activity-Irene was sure of that. She put the money into the ranch safe, wishing she owned it. The price of beef was up but the best profits went to the feeders and packing houses. Cattle did not go right from the farm to the packing houses. Specialists bought her meat for fattening pens, and sometimes the cattle went through two or three hands before arriving at Kansas City or points East. Each middleman added more weight to the cattle and more cost per hundredweight, which kited prices in the supermarkets. But that was the system.
Her husband, before her divorce, had not run the ranch well and she needed about thirty thousand to put the ranch on a profitable basis. Sixty thousand? That would be heaven-she could really run an operation then. She sighed as she headed for the bedroom. Solvency was always two or three steps away, like everywhere else in life these days...
She felt pretty good as she dawdled in her bedroom before retiring. She put on an ice blue nylon nightie that made her feel sexy. It was a celebration of sorts. It was the end of a brief burst of love making. She certainly planned no more incest with her nephews. She didn't know how she'd feel with the pretty young blonde around-Sue would probably seduce Don if she hadn't already, and maybe Richie, too. How would she feel about that? Good and bad. Sue would certainly take the pressure off her as a sex object. At the same time how would she feel about facing the boys' parents knowing she'd permitted them heavy sex with the young girl? She sighed. She'd just have to wait until a situation developed.
She pulled back the covers to get in bed-and paused in shock. Young Sue was naked. She'd laid out a set of pajamas, but the girl hadn't seen them. She found herself staring at the young, golden body with developing interest. Gorgeous breasts, almost as big as her own. A sexy little navel and tummy and a shapely little V with a patch of yellow pubic hair over a girlish little cunt. Nicely curved thighs and legs, the calves a little thin, as they often were in young girls. A really luscious little doll.
Irene grinned as she got in bed. Her time as a cattle woman had made her a judge of flesh, much more bold and forward in studying meat, animal and human, than she used to be. Well, there'd be no harm in sleeping with the kid. The bed was wide, she was tired, and Sue hadn't stirred. Women could sleep with women without the embarrassment that grown men felt in sleeping together. In fact, they just didn't. . .
Her first sleep was deep and dreamless. Then she became restless and began to get erotic sensations. It seemed like she had hugged Don and reveled in the feel of his firm young body, and then it grew tits and changed into the golden body of Sue. Her mind rejected this and turned it into Don again, but the picture slipped and it was Sue, soft and yielding...
Irene awoke with a start. She knew it was late and the house was deathly quiet. Her body felt warm, sexed up, glowing. No wonder-the naked Sue Kendall was in her arms. She felt the girl's soft breath on her cheek. Her hand traveled ceaselessly over the satin of Sue's nude rump. She stroked the young girl. Their bodies pressed together, and she felt the exciting softness of Sue's warm breasts pressed tight to her own. Oh, my goodness!
Irene had never touched another woman in sex.
She was astonished at the sexuality she now felt, pressing on the girl's yielding flesh. Her cunt felt creamy, just like with the embrace of a man. She wanted to let go. She knew she had to disengage from this hug while the poor girl was still asleep and move back to her own side of the bed. Yet curiosity held her. There was so much good feeling in her hands. She felt into Sue's crack, her fingers lightly passing over the girl's ass pucker and on down to touch lightly the small cunt. It felt a little damp to her.
Oh, no. She must not do this. With a groan, Irene raised herself and turned on the night light on the stand by the bed. She thought the reality of the light would dissipate all those sneaky, curious thoughts she had in the darkness. Instead she found herself staring at Sue's pretty face, inches from hers, long lashes against silken cheeks, soft lips demurely closed, golden hair gleaming. The young woman's beauty was a heart-stopper.
She wanted badly to kiss those curved, soft lips. She must not, of course. She groaned and brought her mouth to Sue's and pressed her lips on those of the girl. Instead of drawing back in shock, the girl snuggled closer and kissed back, her milk-sweet breath seductive.
She drew back, heart pounding. Her cunt was much too excited. It had begun to run and swell. Oh, now, Irene, for God's sake, she thought.
Sleepy blue eyes opened and stared at her dreamily. Sue said in a sleep-drugged voice:
"I've been dreaming sex dreams-so nice. Oh, Irene, you're so lovely."
"I-I-I've been dreaming, too."
The girl still lay, soft and close in her arms, and her mouth seemed to open a little in invitation. Irene kissed Sue again, and this time it was different. The flower-petal lips curled back under hers and she eased her tongue into the young girl's mouth tentatively. Sue caught her tongue gently between her teeth and encouraged it further. Irene gave a gasp of rising sexuality and tongued in boldly. Sue passively twined her tongue with Irene's and their bodies hugged tightly in a lesbian French kiss. Irene felt it to the bottom of her feet. It was absolutely fantastic. She was as hot as if she'd kissed a man. Still her censor told her to pull back.
She broke this kiss and both women lay gasping. To cover her confusion Irene said: "Sue, did you ever-touch another girl?"
She watched the sexy young mouth as Sue responded, noting the curl of the lips, the flash of pink tongue and wet teeth, and the gleam of girl juice.
"Yeah, I did once. Oh, not the whole thing. But I had a girl friend in gym class in high school. We used to take showers together. We would fool a little, you know. like touching breasts and feeling down below a little. It was really wild, feeling into another girl's, you know, cunt."
Sue reached up and palmed Irene's breast.
"Wow, you sure have sexy ones. Can I-"
Irene lay there, thrilled out of her skull and excited, but also afraid. She was so sure she didn't have a lesbian bone in her body, but the beauty of this young girl was so powerful-and it felt so good as her nipples rose to Sue's touch. Irene didn't try to stop the kid but just lay there breathing deeply and getting a little dizzy. Those soft, admiring hands turned her on some more.
"We'd do this a little," said Sue. She bent her head and sucked one of Irene's nipples. The glow of sexuality shot through Irene's body.
"Oh, Sue," she whispered, ashamed of the free flow that had started in her cunt.
She hugged the young girl, pretending that she was the mother that she'd never been as she suckled the youngster and Sue ate her nipples as avidly as any man ever did. It felt absolutely great, even if it was slightly lesbian.
Sue fell back with a soft "Wow!" and Irene took her turn. She felt foolish-for about two seconds. As soon as her mouth locked on one of the girl's hard little nipples in the big soft breast she thrilled. All of her life she'd been curious to touch another woman's tits and now her greedy little libido reveled in it. She kneaded the younger woman's breast and sucked tits avidly, feeling like some evil monster seducing the young, yet enjoying it and getting hotter.
She became aware that Sue's flat little belly dug against hers in rhythmic motion. She felt wetness on her belly, not her own but Sue's. She felt the drag of the girl's pubic hairs.
"Men turn us on so much," breathed Sue. "It's a relief to touch another woman's body without all that harsh driving."
"You can say that again," laughed Irene.
She came up from sucking the girl's breasts. Her hand went back to those satiny buttocks. As long as she'd come this far, she might as well satisfy the rest of her curiosity. Then they could stop, because she certainly wasn't going to do something lesbian and foolish to this innocent young girl. She held her breath as she explored. As Sue felt that tentative hand slide down her crack and around to her cunt she stilled her loin movements, as if in invitation.
Irene's breath came in soft gasps as she felt the silken lips of the girl's cunt. Hand trembling, she burrowed in, in-and felt the terrific inner body heat, the slickness of Sue's cunt tunnel. She felt the bump of the clit. She meant only to explore a little ways, but Sue had other ideas. She forced her belly down on Irene's finger, giving an explosive gasp "Hah!" as the action drove Irene's finger deep into the velvet tissues of her sex tunnel. Irene reveled in this new, strange sensation, feeling up another woman's cunt, and a beautiful organ at that, belonging to a lovely girl.
"OH, SUE."
"AH, AH, AH," went Sue.
At that moment Irene realized that she could take the young girl if she wanted. Sue was hot and ready. It was up to her to give them or deprive them of the lesbian experience. She knew she must not. It was against all of her morals and ethics, but as she grooved on Sue's box and began to drive the girl, she realized that she had failed the same test with Don and she'd failed again with Carl and his friend. The truth was that she had a hot cunt herself and a real thirst to explore all forms of sexuality.
Frigging more rapidly into Sue's cunt, she said:
"Sue, you can't really trust me. I'm getting hot to take you."
"Can we-can we-do the real thing?" gasped the girl. "I never dared to go all the way with Cindy Ann. I was always anxious to find out-"
That stopped Irene. She closed her eyes and tried to think if she could really go that far. She was sexed up, and the girl asked for it. But it seemed like all of her troubles lately came from giving in too easily to her passion. It was really like self-indulgence with rich desserts. For the momentary pleasure there was indigestion and too many calories. The price for reckless sex was long-lasting guilt that stuck with you much longer than the pleasure of the moment.
"No, Sue, I don't think so," she told the other. "A little fooling around-kissing, and hugging, even fondling, is all right. If we do anything else we'll regret it, believe me."
Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from that fascinating cunt tunnel and pulled back. Her cunt burned and she was alive in that special way everyone got when sex was imminent. It was far more mature to be able to withstand the lure of carnal desire. With a sigh, she turned away from Sue.
"You're probably right," said Sue. "I think I turn on too quick and get involved too easily with guys. All that causes is trouble."
"Don't I know it," said Irene.
It felt great to have overcome her baser instincts. Why she had almost performed an act of female homosexuality just now! What would her friends think if they knew how abandoned she could become-and at her age, too. She felt grateful for this temptation. It had given her a chance to prove herself, to resist. In fact, it could be a turnaround point in getting control of the wild things she'd done with the boys. She had the strength to resist all their future advances and sit on her own desires to seduce. That would make for a safer, more family-oriented summer vacation for them and for her.
She tried to relax. She could feel the stain of Sue's cunt juices on her fingers and wondered what it would've been like to go all the way. She might've done better to have had the experience, because then you could put it aside and not think about it anymore. Well, she'd never know. It was highly unlikely that she'd ever again be in bed with a naked young woman, and certainly not one as beautiful as Sue. She closed her eyes and the exotic sensations came back ... the feel of that soft, yielding flesh, the sweetness of that young mouth, the strange delight of kissing and fondling another woman's breasts. At least she'd had that.
She felt the bed jiggle. For a few seconds she was puzzled. It certainly wasn't her. Then she realized with a start what was happening. Sue Kendall had her hand between her own legs and serviced herself. With the impatience of the young she was sexed up and had to get it off.
Flames just began to roar in her and to consume her. That soft cunt service that the girl gave herself turned Irene on like fury. Her heart began to pound and she began to breathe deeply. She felt her erotic need rip and tear loose from the silken cords of self-denial she'd bound them with.
She turned on her side and pulled Sue to her. She hugged that sexy, warm body to hers and kissed the weak self-indulgent lips hotly.
"You sexy little bitch!" she said in a husky voice. "You want your hot little cunt eaten, so I'm going to take it for you."
Sue gave a gasp but released her belly and gave over her body without protest, going passive under the older woman. Irene began to kiss down Sue's body-the hot, wet mouth, tongue crazy against hers, to the graceful throat, to the tits with the big, swollen nipples and on down to Sue's belly. Sue pressed up against her in rising lust.
"I WANT IT. I WANT IT."
This time Irene kissed on down the warm abdomen right to the pubic hairs and wetted Sue's stiff, wiry nest. Sue began to buck her loins in delight.
"YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT. YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT. I'M GOING TO GET IT AT LAST." like Irene, Sue was fascinated by all the intricate workings of sex and intensely curious. like Irene she was inhibited and had passed up many opportunities for sex that came the way of a young woman with more than ordinary beauty. Her semi-lesbian experiences with Cindy Ann had increased her curiosity about woman sex and loosened her up enough not to be frightened by Irene's lust. like Irene she was sexed up tonight, but, unlike Irene, she wasn't able to go part of the way and then stop. She regretted that once again she wasn't going to get to go all the way, but she bowed to the older woman's judgment. When Irene attacked her, her senses reeled with pleasure.
The hot mouth with its exciting breath approached her sex organ. She wiggled in delicious anticipation. Irene's tongue tentatively brushed her cunt lips and she groaned in heavenly pleasure. The violation came quickly and thrillingly. Irene took a deep breath and rammed her tongue right inside Sue's honey pot.
"OH, WOW!" Sue cried.
She felt the zip of joy all up and down her body. A couple of inches of tongue on her clit and inside of her most sensitive sex area drove her right up to happy land.
"FUUUUUUCK MEEE, DO ME, SUCK ME," she gasped, writhing.
For Irene the encouragement of a hot lover was enough to carry her past her initial reluctance. The pungent odor of girlhood made her approach frightening-it felt big and serious. She drove her tongue into the pink cunt flesh and was rewarded by a total pleasure reaction from the cunt's owner. She sucked rich juices and swallowed them to smack her lips, pull back and laugh.
"You've just lost another virginity," she told Sue.
"Don't stop," called Sue. "It feels fantastic."
What was so great about it was the release of her aggressions, Irene realized. In love and sex she had to yield to the hot, driving force of a male ego and a male prick. Not here. She was the driving force and the one who controlled. She ate the girl's clit hotly and made Sue hump on her face with delirious sounds of pleasure. She slowed the pace and her hot youngster also slowed up, dragging her cunt on Irene's mouth in dreamy, lascivious strokes. At the same time she felt her power to turn Sue into a rutting bitch as the hot suck whipped the juicy slit up toward orgasm. It felt absolutely great to master that soft, yielding flesh and to feel the love-striving movements of both muscle and nerve deep within the fucked girl's body.
Sue sang for her in a monotone that told of her delicious wounding: "AH, UH, AH, UH, AH, UH!"
"GO, GIRL," laughed Irene, taking a short pause in sucking.
"IT FEELS SO GREEEEEEAT!"
Irene wanted more. She'd made friends with the primary sex organ and liked Sue's flavor as she drank the excess that poured out. She liked the part of the aggressor, but her own cunt itched and burned and she wanted Sue to pay back a little of all the pleasure she got.
Irene shifted. She swung her legs over Sue's shoulders. She opened them. She snugged Sue's head between her thighs, bringing her own joy box against Sue's face. Then she went back to her sucking, this time using a finger right beside her tongue to open Sue's tight chamber.
Sue got the idea. She sucked on Irene's free flowing cunt in return. She immediately pulled back with a gasp, which tickled Irene. The youngster did not have her long experience with sex and found it harder to accept the rich liquid of sex joy from another woman's body. Irene just squashed her wet lips on Sue's mouth, mutely insisting on being made love to. Sue accepted the contact almost primly. Her fright passed and she began to lick and find Irene's clit. She got bolder. She really began to suck Irene. They had a wild sixty-nine going.
"OH, BABY, OHHH," moaned Irene.
This was the most heavenly of all, to be eating the soft, willing cunt of the girl while Sue, getting hotter and hotter, returned the favor.
"I can't believe it," Sue called happily, her voice muffled. "We're actually doing it."
"All the way, child. We both need to know what it's really like," said Irene.
It was time to experiment some more, with one finger and finally two stroking up Sue's cunt to accompany the suck. Irene widened her mouth to cap Sue's entire organ and pretended she could suck it out of Sue's body. Sue went wild. Irene isolated the clit in a circle of flesh and tongue-brushed it ever so ten-derly and Sue became wilder. The girl shook the bed with her joy. She was hot and high, moaning now in near-helpless pleasure, yet managing to keep up her suck on I rene.
Irene's belly glowed white hot. It was going to be too much. Could they make it together? She eased back a little and concentrated more on the joy she took than the joy she gave. Sue seemed to grasp the idea at once and imitated her, using a finger inside of her cunt and seductive clit action to drive Irene to glory.
"AHHH ME, SOOO GOOD," gasped Irene. She too approached flashpoint.
She resumed her action on Sue, putting the ultimate demand on that hot little clit with her digging tongue and rocking finger. Sue began to cry out and lift her butt in ecstasy. Yet she loyally kept her own tongue working and the two women entered the glorious world of pre-orgasm, lost to the world and losing their identities in the animal takeover of lust.
"I-I-GOING CRAZEE," Sue told Irene.
"I-BURIMING-TOO," Irene responded.
"OH, IRENE-IT'S GE-GOING TO HAPPEN," Sue thrilled.
Irene applied the finishing suction and pressure. Sue's body began to glaze into immobility, yet the girl had enough sense left to give Irene a final, hot tongue-reaming. Irene gasped as the room seemed to whirl around her.
"OH, AHHH, OOOHHH!" she went. The glory of orgasm was that you always felt a little reluctant to give up all controls at the last minute. Her own delicious freeze locked her body. The two women clung together in orgasmic delirium. Then it began to happen, totally different for each.
Sue gave up her sexuality with almost dainty little girl bunts of her loins against Irene's face.
"UNG-AH-UNG-AH," she went. Her body shook and she made helpless sounds of pleasure. Irene felt the quick, jerking throbs of the expiring cunt. It was rabbit-like and sweet, as if Sue were afraid to really belt it out.
Irene's sex death was more dramatic. She gave great sighs and gasps of involuntary sound. "HAAA-HOOO, HAAA, HOOO," and ran off her cunt quakes with luxurious swipes on Sue's mouth, bold and free and tension-relieving.
Clip, clip, clip. Zung, zung zung. The two of them hugged tightly and gave up their bodies to total joy.
For Sue it was a goal she'd always feared as well as wanted. As she throbbed off her ecstasy, she seemed to grow and feel better and better. Not only did she give up her sexuality to Irene, but it finished that long-ago business with Cindy-Ann. She'd finally gotten it off with a woman and knew what it was like. She reveled in her new knowledge and the rich joy of completing.
The whole lesbian scene had been a surprise to Irene. Awakening to find her arms around the naked girl, she'd acted on impulse and let her hot desires take her from step to step until her censor stopped her, but, of course, Sue's seductive masturbation overcame that. As she throbbed out her womanly pleasure she was delighted to feel the irony that lesbianism shocked her to her core and that she enjoyed this orgasm and seducing Sue, even as it shocked her. It was like she had two people inside of her, one straight and moral and the other sensual, lust-driven and totally immoral.
"AH, OH, OH, OH," went Sue, and finally expired to stillness, happy and relieved.
"SEXXXXXXY," sighed Irene, and-likewise finished her luscious orgasm.
Sue fell asleep at once, her body glowing with the good feeling that comes after sex, a smile on her face. She had satisfied both an old lust and a new one.
Irene lay beside her, playing with the girl's hair, touching her face, her breasts, her soft body, and trying to figure out why she'd gone lesbian and what she was going to do about it in the future. One thing was for sure. It had felt absolutely great and her body glowed happily with still another outrageous adventure in sex that she really should not have undertaken.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Every time that Irene came to Albuerque, the city seemed to be getting larger, more congested. She had lived in plenty of bigger places-Kansas City, Denver and Salt Lake, as her husband had been transferred from job to job. But after two years, almost, on the ranch, the city-any city or town-seemed crowded, dirty and ugly to her. All that neon, all the traffic, all the people. She really liked her life on the ranch and some nights went sleepless worrying that she might lose it.
She left Sue out in one of the shopping centers to buy some clothes and other essentials the girl would need and went on to the Sheriff's Sub-station, where Deputy Maddox was assigned. He wore the usual sheriff's tans, a badge, and the inevitable cowboy boots and Western hat. He had a cheerful round face, reddened from his outdoor duties, rather than tanned, and the faint beginnings of a pot belly. She'd liked him but had felt very uncomfortable when he'd come around the ranch asking hostile questions. All that suspicion had ended when she fired Trost.
He teetered in his swivel chair and smiled a welcome as she came in and dropped the black canvas package on his desk.
"Sixty thousand dollars," she told him. "And why did you give it to me yesterday instead of confiscating it?"
"I had my reasons. I think you might help me trap those clowns."
"What do you mean?"
He explained that he had only the kidnap and assault charges against the bikers and Trost. With this money and good lawyers the gang could probably beat the cave-kidnap business. They could tell a different story, saying that the girl and Don had trapped them to try to steal the money, claiming that the girl had known about it before and had enlisted Don to help out.-likewise, the assault charges against Trost and the Professor were not going to amount to much, when the defense could show that Irene and Carl were close, that they dated and had probably been intimate for many months.
Irene colored.
"You mean Carl and those others can walk away scott free?"
"Oh, no. I'm sure they'd plea bargain lesser charges with the D.A. and come off with light sentences. The judge would probably be satisfied to chase the bikers out of the state, since there'd been no actual bodily injury. West Coast bikers are not welcome in New Mexico. It would gripe the judge to use good local tax money to house them in the County facility for a few months ... So if you and Don drop the charges-"
She sat down carefully and studied his face.
"You've got something else in mind."
"Yes, I have. I'd like to turn them loose-and catch them in the act of transacting the business they really came for."
She shook her head. She told him that they had brains and they'd be able to figure out that ploy.
"Not when they saw me give you the money. That really threw them."
"It threw me, too," she said.
He smiled a sly smile. "It told them that I was corruptible. It told them that I was willing to use you as a go-between-to let them conduct their business-if you and I got our cut."
"My God!"
His smile got wider. 'There's more. I can't believe that-"
"Are you corruptible?" she burst out.
"Of course not. Neither are you. My undercover boys have checked you out. But we can make them think so. People like that see the world as they are-and as they would be. When I handed that money to you that blew their minds because even a child knows I should've impounded it. So they have the evidence of their own eyes that the fix is in."
She didn't think they'd fall for the bait, even so. It would be too risky.
His smile was wide and deep now. "I don't think they have a choice. The bikers are only errand boys and they were sent to pick something up at or near the Post Ranch and they don't dare go back without it. Especially they don't dare go back and beg off saying they got into woman trouble, sex trouble. Their bosses would fix 'em good. You see, my dear lady, bikers don't go around the country carrying that kind of money. You can count on it-they're supposed to buy something from Trost."
"What if he gets scared and won't sell."
"He has to sell. That's what's so beautiful about this mess they've gotten into. Trost has some heavy loans due on a real estate tract in El Paso he's bought. Unless he can come up with some good-sized sums fast, he stands to lose everything he's already invested. He has to sell to the bikers."
"Where do I fit in, Mr. Maddox?"
"Lift the charges today-now. I release Trost and the bikers. You go to your ex-friend and tell him the fix is in-that the sale goes though. We'll catch 'em in the act. I've waited several years for a chance like this, and I want to run it. There's no danger. Trost-likes you-and we'll be just around the corner at all times."
"What are they selling?"
"We've got a good idea. I can't tell you unless you agree to help us."
She told him she'd like to. It really angered her that her foreman had been running some kind of dirty game behind her back and using her ranch for it. He'd really taken her in. But she wasn't anxious to see him again.
"Look," said Maddox. "You put that money on my desk and you tell me that it's sixty thousand. I don't know that, and I'm not going to count it, either. You'll have the money when we grab 'em. I'll impound it then. If it's only thirty thousand, that goes on the record."
Her eyes widened. Her heart began to pound.
"Are you sure you're incorruptible?"
His eyes went great. "Absolutely, Irene. I don't want a nickel of it. But I like to see good, honest citizens rewarded-and my undercover boys tell me that things are rough for you on the ranch. That's one reason I trust you."
Her head went into a whirl. She heard herself saying that she'd cooperate. He told her then what they suspected Trost of doing and how they'd waited a long time to get a hook on him. This looked like the best chance ever. He told her what to do and she left his office scared but excited with the idea of settling accounts with Carl Trost and helping the ranch at the same time...
Carl Trost sat on his favorite barstool in the LOBO and worried. He worried about the dumb bikers. He worried about Irene. He worried about Sheriff Maddox. He worried about his real estate situation in El Paso. If he could only pull that through! He would get out of New Mexico in a flash. He was getting too old for the kind of thing he'd been doing. If he could swing that El Paso property to success he'd be set for the rest of his life.
But what if Maddox and Irene were setting him up? It was prison for sure. He shuddered. But what if he lost out on that El Paso closing? He shuddered again. He needed some way to test Irene-but how? His hand gripped his glass until his knuckles went white. In this world the only people who had it made were the very rich and the very poor. Then you didn't have to worry. Everybody else had to sweat, struggle and worry...
His eyes traveled across the dim-lit room-and settled on a fantastic sight. A blonde girl had come into the bar. Heads turned. Necks craned. She wore a pink satin jump suit that flowed across big breasts, tight thighs and a trim figure. She wore golden high heels. Her hair was that long stuff kids of twenty or so wore so well. Her face was terrific and she moved with a sexy gracefulness. He sighed, as did every other male in the room as she headed for the bar.
He did a double take then. The woman that followed her was enough to equalize the blonde. She was a redhead with rich, flowing hair and wore a silken gray pants suit and neat cowboy boots, small and trim. The pants suit had loops and whorls of white piping that gave it a dressy Mexican flavor, but she was all wasp, older, but just as sexy. For instance, she wore no bra, that was evident, and her voluptuous beauty was enough to match the trimness of the younger girl. It was Irene Post and, in fact, both women moved directly toward him. As they flowed into bar stools on either side of him, he felt flustered and proud, his face going red to realize that every male in the room envied him.
"Hello, Carl."
"Hello, Irene."
"Uh-this is Sue Kendall."
Carl took the small, warm hand. "Uh, yeah. I remember. At the ranch yesterday." He ought to show disapproval. This was the dumb kid the bikers had picked up and it ended up with him and them in jail, till this afternoon. But she sure was lovely...
Irene ordered a Scotch and the girl took a Coke. Irene put a hand on his arm.
"I haven't got much time, Carl. Sue and I are heading for the Wilcoxes. You remember my good friends in the big insurance company. They're giving a party tonight, and I thought Sue might like to meet them. Sue wants to get a job here and stay a while, and there'll be plenty of big people at the party. So we haven't got long."
Carl grunted. More pressure.
Irene went on: "I've got it all, Carl. The money, the ranch. I even got you and your friends out of jail by dropping the charges. So let's deal."
"What deal?"
"I told you on the phone. You want to sell something to the Professor. It's located on my property. So go ahead and sell to them. I'll be their agent to make the payments."
'They agree?"
"Of course they don't agree. They have no choice-unless they can quickly get another sixty grand. All they want is the goods and they take off."
"What goods?"
"Come on, Carl. Things that go 'bang'. "
"Maddox knows?"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course Maddox knows. He's known for years."
He felt better. It began to look like his only problem would be a payoff.
"So boiled face told you. Are you fucking Maddox now?"
She frowned and put down her glass.
"I don't accept that language, Carl, especially in the presence of Sue here. Have respect for her youth and innocence, if not for me."
He had more than that. The smell of the intoxicating perfume and the sight of those two gorgeous bodies was making him a little dizzy.
He waved a placating hand. "I got to have time to think over your proposition, Irene."
Irene stood up. "Come on. Sue. We're already late for the Wilcox party. Carl, I'm sorry I bothered you. Maybe I can get a better deal from the Professor. I'll look him up tomorrow."
"Wait, dammit. This is big. I can't just jump. I'm sure not going to talk about such things in a public bar, honey. We'll have to go to my place."
"I thought we were going right to the party?" said Sue with a sulk. "I want to see if there're any keen young guys in this town."
Carl had 'em going now.
"My place," he said. "Right now. You want to talk deal-let's do it. Frig your party."
"Carl, I promised the girl and I can't let my good friends down. We're dressed and everything."
Carl shook his head, grinning. 'Tough leather. You want action I'll give you action. At my place-right now."
"Oh, nooo," wailed Sue.
Irene looked annoyed. She sighed. "We'll have to make a detour. Sue. I'm sorry. But this is a big thing with Carl."...
By the time Carl got the two luscious dishes to his apartment he'd made two decisions. One was that there was sure going to be some sex for him tonight. The other was, if he could get it into Irene, the deal would be all right. She wasn't the kind of woman to kid around about sex. If he could do her, it meant she wasn't really turned off of him, and the deal was safe. She had a split set up with Maddox.
He sent Sue to the bar to putter around with some drinks and took Irene into the bedroom. He stood close and put his hand right on her ass, stroking. Damned but, that silk pants suit felt great over those smooth warm buttocks.
"I been lonely," he told her.
"Me, too, Carl. Until yesterday." She removed his hand and glared at him.
"Listen, Irene. The kid fucks. The Professor told me that."
"Carl, you're crude, mean and vicious. Those bikers practically ruined the poor girl-Ohhh!"
Carl had grabbed her and crushed her to him, enjoying the full silken warmth of her body. He kissed her and she struggled, but he kept his mouth on her soft, sweet lips. He began to harden.
Dressed up, made up, like tonight, she was a queen.
"I'm still crazy for you, Irene. God, I want you."
"And little Sue. And the rest of the women in Albuerque." But her eyes looked dazed and she didn't pull completely away.
"Come on, doll. You want the deal, you got to be friendly."
"Carl, we have this party-"
"Wrong. This is the party, Irene."
His cock was hard now and his hands went every which way. It all felt so good. Her breasts in the silk, full and warm, had gone hard-nippled. Her soft flesh curved against him. He got his tongue into her mouth and gave her a real wazoo of a kiss. Her body bent back and she gasped.
"Carl, for heaven's sake."
"We're almost partners," he cried. "We got to celebrate that. Token of good faith. Maybe the kid, too."
He went for her blouse. The silk was fine but he wanted her tits.
"Oh, dammit, Carl, dammit," she complained helplessly.
He only laughed in a happiness approaching delirium as he brought out one of her luscious beauties and fell on it, sucking and biting.
Irene was amazed that she could turn on as she did. But in order to fulfill her role she had to make it look good. It wasn't as hard as she'd feared. Evil though he might be, Carl had always turned her on physically. There was no way to explain how some people had sex power over you. She guessed that was the way criminals and killers still had wives or sweethearts. Her cunt had wetted and begun to burn at his ardor. When he gobbled her breasts she felt deep, rich thrills of honest sexuality. He could make her scream and cum even if she could put him in jail the next day.
Things moved swiftly. Her blouse came off. His clothes came off. Her pants and boots came off. He was naked on the bed, his aroused cock hard and ready. He was ripping hungrily at her bikini panties.
"Carl, Carl-Sue's out there."
"Forget Sue," he told her in a voice filled with sensual emotion.
But Sue Kendall was not about to be forgotten. She opened the door of the bedroom and came right in, as Carl wrestled with Irene on the bed.
'The drinks are ready," she announced.
Carl glared at her. He wanted action and had Irene hot and ready so he didn't need Sue at this moment.
"Sue-Sue-I'm so embarrassed," cried Irene, struggling to get free of Carl's embrace.
"Hey, no reason!" laughed Sue. "He's cute. Can I touch it?"
It was Carl's turn to freeze in disbelief as the satin clad beauty waltzed right up to the bed, reached down, and closed her fist snugly on his cock.
"Sue!" cried Irene in shock. She didn't have to fake that. She really was.
"I like small ones," said Sue. "Some big ones can hurt you. Did you know a midget with a two inch prick can do it okay?"
Carl didn't know what to say. He'd had good-looking women, but Irene had been two notches above the best. To have her naked on the bed and then have the sexy young blonde in satin come in and grab his cock sent him out of his mind. He had two fabulous beauties at once!
"Sue, you're disgusting," said Irene. She covered her face with her hands as Carl refused to let go of her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Irene. I'm sorry, Mr. Trost. I shouldn't have busted in like this."
She played the dumb blonde to the hilt and Irene feared Carl would tumble right then, but the man looked at the gorgeous young creature in satin, then at her, and his face seemed totally dazed.
"No problem, dear," he muttered as he reached for the satin.
"Carl, listen, dammit, if you think you can undress me and then play with this insolent girl-" Irene began.
"Now, baby," said Carl. He was totally confused. Sue had his cock in her hand and jacked him off. Irene, naked, sat by his side, ready to be plucked.
"Irene-I'm sorry. I'll leave," said Sue.
She didn't. She climbed on the bed with them. She babbled on merrily. "It's just that I'm used to, you know, action, like a lot of young people these days. Maybe I could hang around the edges and add a little."
Carl's eyes were big as saucers as the girl's slim warm hand frigged him.
"Irene-oh!-maybe s-she could hang around-maybe add a little."
"No way!" said Irene. She pulled the girl in her pink satin jump suit halfway across Carl's body. "I'm not used to exposing my sex habits to strangers. I'm not your orgy type."
"Me, either," said Carl. His eyes were frozen on the slim body in satin that was pulled against him.
"Carl, tell her to leave," Irene insisted.
"Yeah, I'll have to do that," said Carl wistfully.
Irene struck away Sue's hand and bent down. She sucked Carl's prick into her mouth.
"AH, YEEE," Carl exulted. He tried to smile apologetically at Sue. Sue winked at him over the bent shoulders of Irene and sidled closer. She offered herself to be kissed. Carl grabbed her satin gorgeousness and hugged her body to his, eating between those hot, young lips. He thought his body would burst from the good feeling. Irene sucked on his cock, while his arms were full of supple young blonde, French kissing, and his hands kneaded Sue's high breasts, slick and sexy in the satin. He'd never had such attention in his life.
Irene came up for air. "What're you two doing?" she asked suspiciously.
"Just talking," muttered Sue, who'd broken the kiss.
"Get away, child," said Irene. "Find someone your own age, like those cruddy bikers you like so much. You disappoint me.'
She wrapped her arms around Carl and kissed him, open-mouthed. She was crazy high, hot and ready for anything. Her cunt was on fire and she reveled in the way they destroyed Carl.
Sue didn't hesitate. As soon as Irene let go of the stiff cock she dropped her torso and sucked it into her mouth. Now Carl had the nude Irene up above, kissing, full breasts stroking his chest while the kid in gleaming satin ate his inflamed prick.
"OH, DAMN, THIS IS GREAT!" he cried, and then promptly dove back into his kiss. The little devil of a blonde knew how to give head all right. He felt the glory rushes right down to his toes.
Irene came out of the kissing a moment later, gasping. "Sue-Carl-we're going to have to do something about all this," she said.
"I don't see the harm!" cried Carl.
"In your sexed-up crudity you've gotten both of us girls wild and hot," Irene protested. "So how can you satisfy both of us at once?"
"I'll"
Irene was relentless. "Look at that poor girl's crotch, Carl. She's wet clear through her panties and into the satin. Feel her, man." She took his hand and put it on Sue's hot cunt, right between Sue's legs. Sue, sucking on prick, moaned happily. Carl dug his fingers into her fleshy young cunt.
"INCREDIBLE!" cried Carl. "UUU, UUU, UUU. AH!"
"I hope you're not going to cum, Carl. We haven't even settled who is going to do what."
Carl looked at her in misery. Then he seemed to get hold of himself. Reluctantly he pulled Sue's mouth off his penis.
"Ladies, we got to get this thing organized," he said. "I can't really manage both at once-"
"-Unless you sucked one of us while you did the other," Irene interjected sweetly.
"-Unless I could suck one and do the other at the same time!" he cried in delight.
"I'll take the bottom," said Sue.
"Sue-he's my ex-boyfriend, not yours."
"But that's just it, Irene. You've done it before and I haven't, not with him. I'll be gone in a little while. Clear out of town."
"You'll get a job here and play all you want," said Irene. "I'm in charge."
"It's not fair," said Sue. "He has a small one, and I'm smaller."
The two women glared at each other. Carl just sat there stuttering and spluttering.
"I-I think-l want-"
There was no doubt as to what he wanted. He wanted to screw the young girl. Irene and Sue both knew it, but it was too much fun to put on the dazed, happy man.
"Let me start with him," begged Sue. "When he gets close to spurting I could let you take over."
"Oh, he'd never go for that," said Irene.
"Wait a minute," said Carl, thrilled out of his skull. "I might go for that. It's a great idea. I start with Sue, you come in later."
"I won't do it," said Irene, knowing she would. She preferred that. She really didn't want Carl's dong in her tonight-but was high enough and hot enough to want a good, juicy suck. It would be something with Carl heated up while he fucked into Sue's hot loins. And so she let them argue her into the arrangement that she knew would never work. Once Carl got his hot male member into Sue's belly he'd never want to pull it out, but the lie saved her face.
Irene withdrew to watch Carl's foreplay with the young girl in the satin jump suit. It would be too cruel to deprive him of that privilege, even if he was a crud. He wasted no time. Irene contented herself with gently jogging her cunt to keep herself hot, and enjoying the irony that she was a little bit jealous of Carl making love to Sue, even if she had given him up for supposedly forever.
Carl lived the peak moment of his life, taking the satin clad sexpot into his arms. There was absolutely no sexier feeling that a supple and beautiful young body in his arms, clad in smooth satin. He kneaded her breasts, naked under the cloth, and kissed her. He shaped and stroked her well-shaped buttocks and felt up her thighs and Wet crotch as he continued French kissing her. His thrilled cock rubbed against the satin and her body, making him so hot that he had to grit his teeth to hold back his fountain that wanted to rush and explode right now.
Carl could do that. He could rise right to a point below orgasm and then hold back for a long time, a power few men had. Irene thought it was his selfish instincts-he didn't want to give up anything until he'd gotten full use out of it, including each load of hot cream.
"Ah, child, I've never felt anything-sooo good," he cried, hands, tongue and prick busy.
"YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM. I'LL HAVE TO GUSH," protested the flushed girl, who nevertheless did not explode.
Sue thought it was real kinky to play sex with Irene's ex-boyfriend right under the hot eyes of the older woman. Cindy Ann should see her now. Ever since she'd run into Irene and the boys her life had been good. That time last night with Irene had drawn them very close, with a strange intimacy that was part mother-daughter and part lover. Without that, this scene tonight would not have been possible ... She was also turned on by Carl's smallish prick. She ached to get that stubborn root into her body. Most guys cruelly filled her tight little box. She could really work with this one.
At last Carl took down her zipper and squirmed out of the satin for the real action. But, no. First Carl had to examine her naked charms and babble about how good-looking she was.
"HEY, THIS IS SOMETHING. HONEY, YOU'VE GOT A BODY THAT WON'T STOP. LOOK AT THEM TITS, THAT ASS, THOSE LEGS!" He was suspended in space. Over his shoulder Sue looked at Irene, embarrassed, and shrugged helplessly. Irene smiled. She wasn't jealous of the girl's good looks. Her own beauty earned her more attention than she really wanted, so let Sue take some of the overflow.
Irene decided on the positions they'd use. She had Carl lie flat on his back and had Sue mount his hips. There was a breathless moment while Sue fitted her cunt to the prick and oozed down on it. It disappeared safely inside of her body.
"I CAN WORK IT. I CAN WORK IT!" Sue cheered. She could practically squeeze this dong with her cunt and milk it, since it was the right size.
"OH, BABY, YOU CAN WORK IT AND I CAN FEEL IT," murmured Carl.
Irene, though impatient, let the lovers get themselves settled. Sue bent forward and Carl brought her young body down tightly to his. He kissed her breasts and then her mouth, hugging her, relishing the full body contact with the luscious blonde. Right then most guys would've given up their cookies, Irene thought.
Sue went into a daze, her trim loins moving hotly on Carl's prick, enraptured to have this new experience with a medium-sized cock. She had begun to learn that screwing was not a passive thing for a smart woman. The more you could get in the act, the better it felt. She thrilled to ecstasy to find herself managing at least half the action, instead of being held down and mercilessly drilled as so many young guys did it.
"AH, CARL, YOU REACH ME. YOU'RE FUCKING DEEP IN MY BELLY," she gasped.
He could hardly answer. He felt the exquisite action of her young cunt actually trying to milk his prick and his whole abdomen glowed with held-back, ready-to-explode male pleasure.
Irene judged it was time to get into the act. Her fingers had kept her hot and she'd enjoyed seeing the two adults fuck. It was a sight she'd never expected to see and it kept her sexed up as well as making up for not herself being the center of attention.
She mounted Carl's face carefully, allowing him room to breathe while she sat across his shoulders facing Sue. Sue had returned to her original upright position, sitting on Carl's hips. The two women faced each other across Carl's body. Irene reached out and gathered Sue's torso into her arms. Naked breasts meshed. Hot lips crushed and wild tongues twined, while Carl fucked into Sue vigorously and began to hungrily eat Irene's cunt.
It was fabulous all around. Sue almost died to feel her cunt and clit being fucked to glory down below while Irene made love to her up above. Her whole body seemed to be an enormous vessel of pleasure, from head to toe, and her erotic excitement went right up to fever pitch. Irene felt the sweet action of Carl's probing tongue on her cunt and enjoyed the embrace of the hot young girl. After last night she knew she wasn't a lesbian, but could certainly enjoy the charms of another woman in a situation like this. She drove her tongue into Sue's mouth and let her passion rise.
Carl, mastering both women, knew that he'd never have such fabulous sex again in his life. It was a golden moment of complete masculine fulfillment for a man whose life had been mostly sadness and worry. He could feel his prick digging lusciously into the young, supple cunt that squeezed and milked it. He could feel the sexual tremors his cock set off in Sue's body. He could inhale the pungent, delicious juices from Irene's cunt, his true love. His nerves were on fire and he rose magnificently, almost serenely to his explosion. He trusted Irene now. He knew the sexy redhead would never have had sex with him if there was anything wrong with the biker deal. Maddox was on the take. He could be paid off and Carl could solve his El Paso problem. Ecstasy!
Sue strained and her eyes got big. She gasped and dug her teeth into Irene's soft shoulder so hard that Irene cried out. Her belly became erratic and her muscles locked.
"OH, I'M BEING FUUUUUUCKED!" she called and began to cum with her bunny-like quick throbs.
Irene felt the peak excitement as Sue burst. She willed herself to go at the same time. It wasn't hard because Sue's surrender to Carl's cock drove him to his ultimate madness of joy and she felt him glaze under her.
"DONE!" he managed to cry, and got in his last licks on Irene's cunt.
Irene grunted and felt the sweet passion flower in her own guts.
"HA-EEE!" she went, and joined the others in expiring. Her spaced, powerful cunt squeezes quaked on Carl's mouth, giving him the joy of feeling that he'd taken two cunts at the same time. with Sue throbbing around his cock and Irene throbbing on his face. Irene let it all flow, clutching Sue and twisting in hot, happy joy on Carl. She felt dizzy and faint, and a fierce exultation in sensing that she'd pulled off the con on her ex-lover. After this he should be putty in their hands.
"AH, ME, AH, ME," whined Sue. It was great to have Irene to hold onto and to feel the other woman join her in making hot tributes to Carl's cock. Sue had never had such deep, erotic pleasure. Her body ran and ran its quakes while her whole being filled with eternal love at the good feeling which drowned her in ecstasy.
Carl gave his body over to this super-orgasm. Hot seed burst from his short cock like bullets, each thrilled ejaculation a wonder world of pleasure and relief. He felt that his lifestuff had burned clear through the young body he dominated. Spurt, spurt, spurt, laying it right to heaven in that tight little cunt. At the same time he coated his throat with Irene's girl honies.
"Never-nothing like-this-" he wheezed, and spent his glory out in fulfilling gushes.
They clung for golden moments, savoring the orgasmic splendors that had been released, and finally had to taper almost sadly from this hottest of sex runs. Even so, the afterglow made them cling in their frozen orgasm positions for a long while after the last male squirt and female throb had died.
At last they untangled. The business of the evening was quickly finished. Carl simply told Irene to go to Coyote Cave tomorrow night and bring the money. She could bring the boys and Sue if she wanted to.
'That proves I'm honest and you won't get a bad time from the bikers, with all that support," he told her.
Then Irene insisted that she and Sue had to move on to the party at the Wilcoxes, so Carl reluctantly let them go. He really wanted them to stay around for more fun and games, but they left.
On the street Sue gave a laugh.
"He didn't catch on at all. You even had me believing there was a party at your friends'. "
"Had to be done that way. Sue. We needed an excuse to dress up sexily and we had to offer resistance to his wanting to take us to his apartment. If we'd made it too easy, he wouldn't have trusted us."
"We could've stayed longer," said Sue wistfully.
"No, honey," smiled Irene. "You have to know when to start-and when to stop. I think we did it just right. Quit when they want more."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next afternoon Irene sent Richie and Sue out on horseback. Richie was to instruct Sue on how to ride a horse. He was delighted with the chance to show off his newly learned skills, and Sue was happy to get a chance to ride one of the Post horses. Though from Wyoming, she'd always lived in towns and envied the girls that had access to horses.
Irene's real reason was to get rid of the youngsters for the afternoon while she made plans with Don and Sheriff Maddox for the big night to come. She could trust Don to keep his head in an emergency and act fast if he had to.
'There'll be no danger," said Maddox "I'll have my men near the cave and when the bikers haul out the stuff we'll drop on them. I've wondered for a long time how Trost used that cave. I finally decided he has a secret tunnel in there that we can't find. I've had my men in there a dozen times, but we can't find the right place."
'There still might be shooting," said Irene, worried.
'The bikers aren't armed. Carl will be-but so can you. You could take a shotgun and give this young man a revolver if he's up to it."
"I'm up to it," said Don. The Wild West action of the past few days really turned him on. He felt ready for anything, and planned to be a big hero with both his lovely aunt and Sue.
The time Carl had set was ten O'clock. Maddox suggested that Irene get there with her people well ahead of time.
"But, of course, they can't do anything earlier because you have the money," said Maddox.
Irene wasn't so sure. Carl was tricky, so she expected anything. Mostly she wished the whole thing was over. The excitement might have broken the humdrum daily ranch life, but she also had a feeling that it had contributed to her sexual misconduct. Without the bikers and the problem with Carl, she'd only have had to deal with Don's unfortunate letch for her. That could've been easily solved by the one burst of passion that they'd had. Curiosity satisfied, and alerted to the dangers of wanton sexuality, she and Don could easily have reverted to normal behavior, which would also defuse young Richie. For sure she'd had enough erotic adventures to last her for a couple of years in these last few days.....
As soon as Richie and Sue got beyond range of the ranch house, he dismounted and took the saddle off of Big Red.
"Why are you doing that?" asked Sue.
'The Indians of the old West rode bareback," he told her. "I tried it the other day and it's rough-but I'm going to learn to ride Indian fashion. Let Don play around with this cowboy stuff. I'm even going to learn to use bows and arrows this summer."
Sue smiled to herself at the obvious sibling rivalry of Richie in dealing with his brother, but did not point out the fact to him. It was fabulous to have found a temporary "watering place" with the Post family after the rigors of hitchhiking on her own. She really dug Don, liked Irene, and thought she might stay for more than a few days-if she were invited. Right now she thrilled to be riding one of the ranch horses. It was not particularly spirited, but it was plenty lively for her. When you got up in the saddle you found yourself suspended in the air several feet above the ground on a swaying platform and at the mercy of another creature. It was a weird feeling at first. Sue felt fragile and vulnerable, her body at the whim of the huge creature she rode. But the beast was docile enough and soon she felt at home in the saddle. Then Richie took her horse from a trot to a gallop, and that was a real thrill, tearing across the prairie with the wind singing past her ears, the mesquite a blur as the ground flashed by. She had a lot of trouble coordinating her seat to the movements of the horse and the saddle spanked her bottom toward the end of the run. They ended the gallop laughing and kidding. Sue had never felt more alive. The sky was a rich blue, the sun was hot and direct, and the fiat prairie beckoned them from all sides. Far off the typical New Mexican bluffs, squared off and angular, made a spectacular backdrop to the flat, arid landscape.
They went through the cycle again, from a walk to a trot to a short gallop, and Sue now began to feel at home on her horse. In just a few days she'd be able to handle a horse on her own, she decided. Meanwhile, she tolerated the self-important lectures of Richie. She planned to treat him gently-she had really gotten off on the wrong foot with him that first day on the motorbike.
Relaxed in the saddle. Sue became aware of the sexuality of riding a horse. Her legs were spread wide in the saddle and her hot little box rubbed against hard leather. She felt the heat of the animal even through the saddle. At first it was interesting, adding to her feeling of euphoria to be loose and free in the great outdoors. She soon found herself swaying just a little bit to increase the good feeling. My goodness, if she were all alone she could really have a high old time riding this horse.
"L-uh-think we ought to rest a while," she told Richie. "My bottom's not used to this. It's getting a little sore."
However, that turned out not to be such a great idea, either. They tethered the two horses and Richie tried to kiss her.
"Now, Richie, we didn't come out here for that."
"You've been great friends with Don," he accused her. "I was the one who discovered you."
"Yes," she flashed. "You almost killed me, running me off the road."
"You promised-to be nicer to me later that night."
"I was afraid-you might try to keep me there," she said.
"Don stole you and I can't stand it."
"I-I'm not Don's lover."
"Oh, shit, let's ride," said Richie.
"Let me try your horse," she said to placate him. "Maybe I'll like bareback style, too. A real Indian maid."
It was a smart move. It placated him. But he doubted that she could handle Big Red.
"Just for a little way," she begged. "I'll only walk him."
He took the mare and walked beside her. Richie babbled on about the bikers and all of the excitement they'd had, and about the crisis that was soon to come. Aunt Irene had told him enough to give him an inkling.
For Sue it was murder and soon to become excruciating. The ridge of the horse's backbone pressed directly against her cunt and the rocking motion of his walk set off fires up her belly. She tried to keep her mind off what was happening but it got worse. The stimulation down below made her nipples in her shirt go erect. She began to slide into that creamy feeling where she desired sex. It simply would not do-with Don's brother. She was already too involved with Don.
"Anything wrong?" asked Richie.
"No-I guess bareback is a little too much for me.
"Okay," said Richie, proud that she couldn't take what he could.
"We'll ride over to that spring-where the trees and the grass are-and then change back. You can make Big Red trot if you want. I think he's okay with you."
He gave Big Red a slap with the end of his reins and the horse under her set out at a brisk trot. Streaks of luscious fire ran up her belly.
"OHHH-OH-OH-" she went, gasping. She really flowed now. That action was going to bring her right in the saddle!
"Want to risk a gallop?" Richie called, pacing alongside of her.
"NOOO-OH, NOOO," she wailed. She felt good all down her legs and her cunt was getting a first class masturbation from the horse's back-bone. If the horse galloped, she might go into orgasm, lose control, and be pitched on the hard ground.
"See you there," said the impatient Richie, and he whipped the mare to a gallop to rush on ahead to wait for her at the spring, some distance away.
"I'll never make it," she moaned. She tried lifting herself off the horse's back to ease the pressure on her cunt, but her legs weren't strong enough to hold her up in that unnatural position for long. She sank back onto the horse and the divine rubbing started again. She was afraid to dismount and walk to the spring because then she'd have to answer Richie's embarrassing questions. It looked like it would be touch-and-go-whether she made it to the spring or whether she'd have to stop and rock off her sexuality in an obscene fashion right on the horse's back. Ohhh, it did feel gooooood!
Gasping, tender and highly stimulated, she just barely made it to the little oasis where Richie waited. She slid off Big Red's neck and walked the last few steps, relieved at last of that sexy pressure.
'That was r-r-really fun, Richie," she sighed.
He stared at her.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What?"
"You were rocking in the saddle all the way. That was a weird way to ride."
He looked at her closely. There was a big wet patch between her legs on her jeans extending up her belly. He looked shocked and then delighted.
"Why-why-you're all sexed up over riding."
She collapsed on the grass. "Richie, I couldn't help it. The backbone of the horse, riding bareback."
He laughed. He flopped down on the ground beside her. He caught her in his arms and kissed her. Under normal circumstances she could've resisted, but in her heated condition her first reaction was to flow in his arms and give him her soft mouth. That thrilled him and his breath exploded on her cheek as they sank into a hot embrace.
"Oh, no, Richie," she said, coming up for air. "I didn't mean it. I don't mean it."
"Sure you mean it. You really dig me," he said. 'That's why you've been so hard for me to get close to. You like me so much you're afraid something big will happen. So you have to avoid me-pretend you like Don better. "No, no."
"Listen, I'm no kid, even if I am younger. I've had sex. I know all about it. We're all alone out here and nobody need to know."
"I'd know."
For her it was the old story of trying to control those sensual impulses when she got stirred up. She'd gone from the bikers to Don, not really wanting to get involved, but her hot nature had pulled her in. Since she'd put out for Don the least she could do was try to stay faithful to him. She didn't count the fun with Irene or Irene's boyfriend. Anybody would try a different form of sex or use it to help a friend. That was different. But if she wanted to stay on the Post Ranch for a while it would be sheer murder to get intimately involved with both brothers.
She got up to go for her horse. If she had to get it off in the saddle that would still be better than giving in to Richie.
She pulled free and started for her horse. Richie stopped her. He grabbed her and pulled her shirt out of her jeans. He went for the buttons as they struggled, she trying not to get too excited, but as a result he got her breasts free.
"OH, RICHIE," she moaned as he bent her back and ate her luscious tits. It was cruelly exciting to be sexed up like this and then have a hot male go for her. She had to stop him.
"WE CAN'T HAVE SEX!" she gasped.
"WHY NOT?"
He was hard, hot and ready. The sight of her wet pants had convinced him that she was ready.
"I-we-Don and I just-did it-this morning."
"What?" He was shocked and hesitated.
"Before that Sheriff came. We were out in the barn-and we did it. I'm-still all wet from him."
It seemed to craze the boy. He cursed and went for her pants. He got her jeans and her boots off. She kept protesting, but saw she'd made a mistake with her confession. It both angered and excited him.
'Then it's my turn-my turn-" he insisted. "Oh, nooo," she wailed.
But he stopped to undress himself, and she made a run for it. She got to her mare, wearing only her panties, that were in a sopping condition by now. Awkwardly she climbed in the saddle and took off. Richie gave a roar of anger, hopping out of his pants, and ran to Red, wearing only his shorts. She tried to whip the mare to a gallop, but Richie had the better horse and more experience. In his hot desire and excitement, he rode alongside of her and literally pulled her off the other horse onto Red. In her fear of falling she screamed-"Oh, Richie!" and clung to him tightly. My God, it was just like some western thriller, the way he just swept her out of the saddle. He stopped Big Red and they both slid to the ground. Richie pushed her down and got between her legs. He stripped his shorts off.
There they were, right out in the middle of the empty, sun-baxed New Mexico plains, miles from nowhere. She struggled, but was just too hot and helpless. His young cock was rock-hard. He found her wet slit. She felt the irresistible penis breach her cunt lips and then he fucked into her while she rose in protest and then fell back with her belly full of cock.
"Richie-please don't do this to me."
He seemed slightly out of his mind with ravenous desire.
"You did it for Don. You promised me. Don gets it all-not this time."
It was wild all right. Hardly two hours before, her tight cunt had felt the hot strokes of the older brother and he'd filled her with his seed. She was still slightly damp from that injection. Now the younger brother's cock rode into her over the seed of the other. Still she kept protesting:
"RICHIE, DON'T YOU SEE? I-I-OHHH-I-I CAN'T DO THIS. I CAN'T KEE-KEEP HAVING NEW BOYFRIENDS. OH, OH, OH."
She squirmed in sweet distress. Richie's cock was almost the same size, hardness and hotness as Don's. She thrilled at its hot plunging in and out of her cunt. Richie seemed not to hear her protests.
"GOT TO DO IT-DO IT RIGHT-OH, SUE THAT'S SO GREAT. YOU'RE SO GREAT-LOOKING."
"Please Richie-can't we stop?" she begged.
That was a foolish request, she knew. His prick was in seventh heaven, anointed now with her rich juices, gleaming and thrilled to glory with the tight friction. Her own treacherous cunt conspired against her. It felt so gooooood. It was almost like a continuation of the scene with Don a couple of hours before. They'd had to hurry for fear of discovery and she had not had a good orgasm. There was no hurry here, with all the emptiness around them.
Richie knew that this was the sex of anger and not of love. He felt desperate to catch up. It seemed like everybody was getting it on but him-Don, Irene, Sue. At this moment he was finally getting some of the action, too, and he didn't care even as another part of him realized he was forcing the girl.
She was so incredibly beautiful, with that golden body, nude under him now and taking his thrusts. Her head strained back, hair in disarray, as he held her on the ground and fucked into her luscious body, delighting in her hot, inner tightness. Nothing had ever felt so good on his prick. He felt her turn on to his fuck. In spite of herself, she began to duck on his cock and moan.
"PLEASE, RICHIE-STOP. YOU'RE GOING TO M-M-MAKE ME!"
"GOT TO-HAVE IT ALL," he grunted.
In her squirming and hot bucking under him, her gorgeous tits quivered like jelly and he seized one in his mouth and began to eat her. The soft flesh of her breast and the hard little nipple really made him hotter and he reamed her faster, making her gland juices pour.
It was just too much for Sue. She hadn't really come down from that fun in the barn with Don when the ride started. The rocking in the saddle of the horse and the bareback ride had taken her right up to sweet sensitivity. With the struggle with Richie over and the fast action of his hard prick she was glazed to orgasm.
"AHHH-GLOREEE-" she sang, and then lifted under him, groaning and grunting. Since he had mistakenly screwed his aunt in the wrong hole, this was his first experience with female orgasm. Panting in his own excitement, still thrusting, he savored the experience. The hot body under him locked just like a man did in cumming. Her legs closed on his hips as she tried to suck his cock, his very being stuffed into her writhing body. Best of all, he felt throbs or quakes that seemed to come from deep within her body and squeeze on his blood-engorged tool through her cunt ... They were fast, bunny-like spasms that seemed to craze her with pleasure.
"AH, MEEE. OH, OH, OH," she went, freezing and relaxing, then gasping to come up against him again and throb some more.
He felt hugely delighted with his power to master the female and make her give up her sex so completely. Her whole sweet body had responded magnificently to its wounding by his prick and he felt ten feet all. He was rocking in pleasure, but not nearly ready yet to shoot off in her.
For a few seconds she became passive. Then she started to struggle with him again. Once he'd plucked her orgasm, she began to resent hotly being forced to service him. Her excitement was gone and she was back to resenting the way guys used her. Everybody used her. First there had been the bikers and then Richie when he'd masturbated on top of her, and even Irene had used her to some extent. Would she forced to turn up her tail for everyone?
She let him ream into her for a few strokes, groaning his pleasure. Richie was out of this world in his first true fuck.
She moved fast. She pulled her arms back and jerked her loins out from under Richie, uncocking him. She dug her heels into the ground, slid out, and got up. She didn't bother with horses or clothes. She just turned to run like mad, following that same instinct to flee that had made her escape the bikers and ride off nude on one of their motorcycles.
Richie found himself on the ground, his cock dry-throbbing on the grass and his arms empty. He groaned in disappointment. Then he felt the rise of a rage even hotter than he'd felt before. With a shriek "DAMNNNMNN," he took off after her, his stiff prick gleaming with her juices and a few grass strands, and bobbing as he ran.
She had no chance. He caught her after she'd gone only twenty running steps or so. He leaped on her back and dragged her down under him. He crashed down on her, knocking the wind out of that soft body and immobilizing her face down under him.
"You don't want me. You don't like fucking. Okay, baby, we'll try something else," he grunted.
She was too winded to respond. She felt him reach under her and get a hand on her smooth belly to lift up her loins. She felt his strong cock dig into her crack. Suddenly there was pressure on her ass-hole. Even while she struggled for breath, he lifted her loins and bunted with his. 'TRY THIS, BITCH!" he yelled at her. His cock dug against her sphincter and her muscle seemed to fly open as he violated her and notched into her gut. Her legs quivered in surprise and shock as he planted his rod in her ass tunnel and began to drive up into her, unsealing it. "AH, EH, NOOO," she wailed. Richie, by accident, had discovered Sue Kendall's secret letch. The girl had always been oriented to anal action. When she'd first masturbated, still a virgin, she had already developed her kinky side, and soon she added to her solitary cunt pleasure by fooling with the exquisitely sensitive nerves that protected her rear hole. In no time at all, she learned to use a finger to violate herself back there and train her mucous tissues for sex.
It scared her. She feared that she might ruin her sphincter by too much forcing. She also knew it was not natural, and forced herself to quit. But her letch came back to the point where she got the most fun by doing her cunt and her ass-hole at the same time with her fingers.
She never dared tell boys, once her sex life started. She hinted not a whisper for fear they'd think her weird. She often wished they'd shove a finger up her butt when they fucked her, or even try to make her anally, but none ever had.
Wham! Just like that, she found herself face down on the ground and with a hot, eager prick cornholing her.
"AHHH, RICHIE, AH, OOOHHH!" she thrilled.
At first he didn't catch on. He knew his member had met much less resistance than it had when he violated Aunt Irene in the wrong hole. Also, Sue didn't experience any pain. She gave a mild grunt of surprise and it seemed like her ass clutched his rod and drew it hotly in. Once it had glided in, her sphincter seemed to lock on it and apply glazing friction to the tight, hot hole.
"OH, RICHIE, YOU'RE FUCKING MY ASS!" she cried. "YOU'RE GOING DEEP, DEEP."
'Take it, you crud," he managed.
He could tell his punishment had gone all wrong. Not only did she take it, but she relished it. Her long loins pumped eagerly, impaling herself on his stiff hard-on. She came alive with passion even though she'd just given up all her sexuality a few moments before. He drew back, astonished. Her meaty little buttocks quivered in delight, the firm muscles working for his pleasure. It felt great to have this deep penetration. Her rear was not as wet, nor as supple as her cunt, but the action felt just as good on his cock because she had voluntary control of her anus muscle and used it to give him sexy resistance. His Aunt Irene had more voluptuous buttocks. This girl was young and tight, but her sexy motions made him gasp in joy.
"YOU-DIG-THIS KIND OF SEX."
"NOBODY KNOWS. MY SECRET ... ALWAYS PLAYED WITH MY ASS. OH, RICHIE, I LOVE BEING FUCKED IN MY BUTT."
"AH, AH, AH," he went.
"OH, NO," she cried. "YOU CAN'T CUM NOW. THIS-MY VIRGIN ANAL TRIP-GOT TO HAVE-MORE-"
She ceased all motion and they hung there, male prick buried deep in her guts and dry-throbbing against the sensitive, body hot gut walls. She whimpered in eagerness as her finger found her empty cunt and added the pleasure of clit stroking to the wild corn-hole.
He felt disappointed now. Even ashamed. Twice he'd set out to have natural, rewarding sex, and both times he'd ended up in the wrong hole. It was too late to escape. He felt Sue work her cunt with her fingers and squeeze down on her sphincter to please his cock. If he tried to pull out and plunge his steely blade into her cunt he'd never make it. He'd waste it in the air.
He leaned forward to hug her warm body from behind. He cupped both of those rich tits from behind and felt her hard nipples burn ecstatically in his palms.
"You-crazy," he managed.
"Crazy world," she laughed.
She began to move slowly, tensing her smooth buttocks so they pleased him as she moved. All he had to do was hold onto her body, let her move her loins and squeeze on him, and he got terrific feeling all along his prick. That was all he dared to do, locked in her tight chamber. If he added his own strokes and increased the friction he'd uncork in a flash. All he could do was hold on, revel in the feel of that nude, violated soft body working under him and moan in rising joy.
Sue was plenty hot under him. Her breath came in short gasps and her busy finger whipped her up to a new orgasm. He felt his own rich delights grow and grow. From his toes to his head his body was one enormous extension of his swollen, pleasure-tortured cock and he was going to glide right into heaven when he passed the point of no return.
"HOTTER, HOTTER," she keened. "OH, YOU'VE FUCKED MY ASS!"
"CAN'T BELIEVE-SO SEXXXY, CRAZY," he answered.
He could feel her body tense right up to her explosion as she used his pole to bring herself to a state of frantic desire.
"WANT IT ... DEEP ... DEEP ... SO GOOD," she whimpered.
He hung on for dear life, willing for her to succumb to his prick a second time, feeling very virile as her sweating body twisted and she jerked and finally went into a freeze, her muscles steel under the velvet of her skin.
"HOT GLOR-EEE," she sang.
This time he felt her sphincter throb without her control. He felt her internal spasms as her cunt quaked on her finger. It was the sweetest time in sex of all, when he could unleash his full male drive at once and thunder down the stretch to heaven.
He fucked her viciously, madly, in driving himself over her orgasm-and gave her extra pleasure as he managed ten animal strokes of vigor before he went faint and dizzy and locked. He gave a low-down greasy grunt and held her body tight, cock dug deep up her ass.
"AT LAAAAAAST!" he cried happily.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. It really came then and she squirmed and cried out her wonder at receiving the enema of his body hot sperm deep in her ravaged tender parts. He felt the glorious out-rush of passion, letting his body explode again and again in happy, relieving spurts, in darting flames, in possessive, selfish jerks of hot male seed implanted in her sensitive female tunnel.
She had lifted for his charge, but now she sank, gibbering in joy at losing her anal virginity, and he tapered, but still managed to throw a little more of his seed into her, totally emptying his young reservoir.
"Anyway, Sue-got it off-in you," he said as the afterglow began.
"Oh, lover, you did it perfect," she said. "Better than Don by far."
Richie, cheek on her nude shoulder, grinned.
CHAPTER NINE
The stakeout in the cave made Irene nervous. For one thing, it was warmer than she'd figured. During the day the Western prairie heated up, while a cave was cool. By nightfall, the warm air had penetrated the cave while the outdoors cooled off. For another Maddox had insisted that she bring Richie into the cave with her.
"Carl's last suspicion goes when he sees you with the boy. He knows you wouldn't risk the safety of your nephews if there was any danger of shooting. You have to be alone in there-with the money-when Trost and the bikers come. They'll probably have a truck ready to load the guns they're buying from Trost."
That was it-guns. Maddox had told her that Albuerque seemed to be a way station in a loose network of places across the country by which weapons made in the Eastern gun factories filtered West and sometimes out of the country. For some time now the worst of the bike groups had made income by transporting guns for various groups ... criminals, left wing terrorist organizations of the most violent type, and even foreign buyers who smuggled weapons into the trouble spots of the world. He thought Trost ran a "warehouse," stocking various kinds of arms for all sorts of customers, hand guns, rifles, machine guns. bazookas, hand grenades and automatic weapons. The bikers were from California, so they might be transporting for a left wing terrorist group or for an overseas buyer.
So she and Richie were in the cave with a long time to wait. At least a couple of hours. Don and Sue were outside with the Sheriff's men-Maddox did not trust Don, who was a little gun happy, inside of the cave. Richie wasn't hung up on guns.
Irene felt uncomfortable with Richie. It was the first time they'd been alone together since he'd attacked her and forced perverted sex on her. She handled it by ignoring it, planning never to mention it to the boy. She didn't think there'd be any more problems with that ... Sue was the center of attraction now. Something must've happened on that ride Richie had taken with Sue earlier today, but what? Right after the two came back, Richie seemed excited and happy. Now he was glum, rotten company. How could you figure young people? ... One thing was for sure-she'd have to ship Sue off, as soon as this trouble was over because she suspected that there was going to be sex trouble if she didn't.
Hot, uncomfortable. Irene wished she'd worn cut-off shorts like Sue had. The girl had taken a pair of old jeans and cut off the legs close to the crotch. Irene wished she had a pair. Sue probably did it to show off her shapely thighs and calves, but Irene wanted them for the comfort. She realized that she had all the makings right now. There was her knife in her belt, like all ranchers carried, useful in a thousand ways, and she wore old jeans that she could easily doctor if she wanted. Why not? She was nervous and wanted to do something with her hands.
Richie had gone off to explore the main cavern; she was alone. Richie wanted to find the secret entrance that hid Trost's warehouse. She didn't think he would because Trost would've put a large immovable boulder in front of it. She thought it would be a small hole, leading into a second large chamber housing the guns. Maddox had never been able to find it so she doubted that Richie would, but it gave him something to do.
Coyote Cave was something like a miniature Carlsbad. The main chamber, the only one anybody knew about, was better than a hundred yards in diameter, with piles and islands of rock everywhere, giving it a spooky moon-landscape effect. Near the outer entrance was a "chimney" which enabled the users to build a fire. She'd built a small one tonight for light and cheerfulness, but now it was too hot. She took a flashlight and moved back into the shadows. There were a dozen nooks and crannies where she was concealed from the rest of the chamber.
She took off her jeans and, after a moment's hesitation, took off her panties, too. Ahhh, it did feel good to cool her legs. Her bra cut into her, too. On impulse she stripped off her shirt and removed her bra. For long seconds she stood there in the dimness, nude except for her cowboy boots, grinning to think of all the men outside and even
Richie inside, who'd love to see her in this state. She felt comfortable now and also felt a twinge of sexiness to be standing here naked in this cave in the dim light, with flickering shadows on the walls from the fire and the small white gleam of her flashlight. She played with her cunt for a moment, thinking of all the people who must've screwed in here, even though it was private property. Caves were sexy, make no mistake.
She laid aside her white nylon panties and bra and gave herself some rich strokes before guilt set in and she quit. She didn't want young Richie to catch her at it, not that he could come up on her without her hearing his footsteps.
She put on her shirt, buttoned it, and completed her job, cutting off the shorts with her knife and putting them on. They fit snug and sexy to her hips and crotch and she felt infinitely more comfortable. It was probably a bit of a come-on, exposing her curved thighs and legs, but tonight nobody's mind would be on sex ... still over an hour to go. She wandered back to the fire and Richie appeared out of the darkness.
He took one look at her changed costume and came right up to her, eyes gleaming on her exposed thighs and legs.
"Aunt Irene, I need sex." He tried to grab her.
She whipped back, startled. She hadn't even thought the cut-off shorts would affect him.
"Richie, that's crazy."
"No, listen," he begged, following her around the fire. "I-I'm in deep trouble. I think there's something sexually wrong with me. I-I-had perverted sex with Sue today."
"Wha-what?"
He told her in a rush of words, how Sue had been excited on the ride and he'd gone for her. How they had started to do it-and how it had ended up in that anal thing again.
"It's driving me nuts," he said, eyes large with pain. "I'll never be able to have normal sex the way I'm going."
"Richie, Richie, you're only nineteen. You've got years and years to normalize your love life. A couple of incidents mean nothing."
"If you could only-"
"No," she said firmly, and with compassion she hoped. "We must not touch each other. I'll never touch Don again. I went through a bad time there, but I've put it behind me. We have to put these little missteps behind us."
He nodded and sat down by the fire. She sat down, too, relieved that he wasn't going to pull another crazy stunt on her. He had had bad luck, and his story about Sue was shocking. She would certainly have to send the girl on her way tomorrow. She sat down cross-legged and tried to talk to him about other ranch affairs, but he was sunk back into his gloom. Presently he wandered off with an exclamation of impatience.
Was it possible the boy was a little warped? If so, was it her fault? She pondered that sadly, staring into the fire. Well, if she sat cross-legged like this, at least he wouldn't get too much stimulation from staring at her legs. She should not have cut off those jeans...
It was about fifteen minutes later that she began to hear spooky sounds, soft groans and little gasps. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Whatever in the world was Richie up to? She caught up her flashlight and explored.
She found him quickly enough. He was in the same little niche that she'd used to doctor her jeans. He sat on the soft sandy floor. His pants and shorts were off. His shirt was open. He had his hand on his cock, but what really blew her mind was that he masturbated-into her white nylon panties! The soft, gleaming material completely covered his penis and he groaned in deep enthrallment as he drilled himself.
"Richie-my God," she cried. "What're you doing? Stop that."
His face turned up to hers. In the dim light it was flushed with sex need, but in misery.
"Got to get it off-feel better. I found these-"
"Oh, Richie." She dropped on her knees in front of him.
"Your panties-feel so great," he said. He kept working his cock. "I told you-I'm perverted."
She rocked in front of him, not knowing what to say or do. She knew what he must not do. She pulled her panties off his member and out of his hand.
"You're not perverted, dammit," she said in agony. "Lots of men do things like that."
"And like fucking women in the ass-hole?"
She stared at his cock, stiff, red and powerful. She felt some of her own sexuality tear loose.
"RICHIE, RICHIE," she moaned.
"HELP ME," he begged. "PLEASE HELP ME."
She wanted to lecture him. She wanted to take him in her arms and soothe him. She wanted to kid him out of his depression. She took hold of his young prick, and it was as if she held molten fire in her hand. Her belly thrilled.
"RICHIE, I-"
"PLEASE," he begged.
His stiff rod was hot, the skin soft and velvety over the rigid muscle. It was such a beautiful thing, virile and eager. His balls were tight with juice. Her breathing deepened. She looked over her shoulder, but knew they were quite safe from observation. It was far too early for the bikers and Carl, and it was far too late for Maddox to risk a peek in the cave to see how she was doing in case the others came early. Anyway, in this dimness you'd have plenty of warning if anyone came in.
She slid his sturdy manmeat into her mouth. Immediately she felt a sweet sex rush right to the top of her head and down her body. The primitive surroundings had given her a bit of an edge, too.
"AHHH, IRENE. OHHH, THAT'S GREAT," he moaned softly. He fucked up into her mouth, and at that moment she really loved the boy. She'd really been too harsh on him, ignoring him in favor of Don.
"Well, Richie, this isn't perverted," she reassured him with a short, warm laugh. "Men and women do this all the time.
But, of course, she was back into incest again. Yet she had to drain his prick and reassure him. She hefted his balls and took a long luscious pull of his blade. He cooed in satisfaction.
'THAT FEELS SO GREAT. SOOO GOOD. I'VE NEVER HAD THAT-AH, R-R-RIGHT IN YOUR M-MOUTH."
It felt good to her, too. She tried to stroke herself between the legs, but the jeans were too stiff. She exclaimed in annoyance and took them down. Her jeans had made a lot of trouble tonight. Meanwhile the excited Richie unbuttoned her shirt and went for her tits, capturing a warm, full globe in each hand. If he were perverted, he certainly didn't lack aggressiveness. His hands on her breasts felt fabulous. Her nipples were already hard and now she felt her cunt cream and her body sink into the sweetness of opening sexuality. She took Richie's prick into her mouth again and sucked him, making him quiver in delight and cry out.
"OH, WOW-I NEED THAT. THAT'S SO GREAT."
She made a pleased sound in her throat. She jogged her cunt now, and really got with it. Both were naked except for their shirts, open to each other to stroke hot flesh. Both of them were in a hot loving mood, and the dimness and the primitive setting of the cave made the sex doubly exciting. There were people all around them outside, and yet they were safe in this private, secret world.
Richie was content to sit there cooing, driving his rod up into her mouth and relishing the growing intensity of pleasure from the tight cocksuck. Irene knew she wanted more. Further, Richie would deserve it and it would help cure his mistaken idea that he was somehow perverted. She made him lie flat, and while he watched with eyes big in wonder, she mounted his hips.
"OH, AUNT IRENE," he called in ultimate delight.
'This time you'll have normal sex," she told him. Then she reached back, took his cock, and fed it to her hotly flowing cunt. She looked down on him as he looked up at her. Aunt and nephew stared hungrily at each other. Then his cock meat invaded her cunt meat and they both groaned in joy to feel the start of the fuck.
"If it wasn't-hard sand-you could be on top," she said. "You're too big and heavy, outside the bedroom."
"I LIKE IT-OHHH, FINE," he whispered.
It felt so great to him finally to be doing it the right way. Above him Irene floated, a fabulous sight with the dark shirt thrown open to reveal her creamy flesh, naked in the flashlight glow, big breasts free and revealed, her lush torso flowing down to her V, where their flesh melted in a sexual lock. She leaned forward to hug him, warm breasts with hard nipples digging into his bare chest. Her soft lips closed on his and he drove his questing tongue into her mouth to explore and excite. His hands controlled her buttocks as she made delicate, suave loin motions to please her clit with his prick. He, panting, thrust up-up and down, up and down, savoring the tight seal between manhood and womanhood, lost to this new, fabulous world of normal, fulfilling sex.
"I-needed this," he said.
"You'll be-a great lover," she answered. "Never mind the trouble you had getting started."
She hugged him again and their bodies plunged fiercely as they rode each other faster and faster. She felt shamed to think that the boy was only nineteen and her nephew at that, but her body accepted the richness and moaning delight of the young male lover experiencing his first real sex encounter. Temporarily all thoughts of why they were here and what would come later passed from her mind as she let herself drift into the rich feelings that the cock raised in her. Sex was sooo good. It was going to be hard to put it all aside later.
They passed the first thrill stage of the beginning of the fuck and she began to teach him the little extras of love-how to kiss and nibble and excite around her throat, how she could delight him with sucking his male nipples, how she could shift her action to give herself and him even more pleasure, moving her hips in an ellipse instead of a circular motion. They thrilled hotter and hotter, low voices beginning to turn into animal grunts. They were no longer separate identities but hot, mingled flesh, male and female, prick and cunt working to bathe each other with love juices, hers now and his later.
"AH, I-GETTING THERE," he cried softly.
"You'll drain in me-and it will all be normal," she said. It was just as well she'd had this opportunity to make it up to him and ease his worries.
Standing just outside the flashlight gleam and staring at them. Sue Kendall watched with big-eyed wonder. "Wow" she said wordlessly in her mind. Imagine! That sex maniac, Irene, fucked her own nephew. Sheriff Maddox had sent Sue inside to check and see that everything was all right. It was right as rain and twice as sexy. Sue really felt shook up now. Since this afternoon she had come to prefer Richie to Don. She had at last found a man who liked to fuck her ass. Now here was his aunt giving him normal sex, the perverted woman. Imagine screwing your own nephew! She'd probably been at Don, too. The Post Ranch was a nest of incestuous sex. Wow! Just the same, it was a beautiful sight to see the boy locked against the woman and both of them plunging away as if the world might end in ten minutes. She ducked out without interrupting. She reported to the Sheriff that everything was all right inside the cave.
"I suppose they're bored waiting," said Maddox.
Sue thought of those naked, twisting and twining bodies, the grunts and moans, and the sight of Richie's hungry prick, gleaming with Irene's cunt honey, driving into Irene's swollen box.
"Definitely not," she said. "I would say they aren't bored."
Inside the cave, Richie felt his prick slacken and strain as the urgent message of orgasm claimed his muscles.
"It's coming-" he whispered.
His body did feel so great, locking to work off its spurts into his lovely aunt's throbbing pussy. It was doubly great to know that at last he would complete a normal sex act. His body suspended and he felt that gorgeous chasm of suspension before explosion. Then a gradual flush of desire gripped his whole body and everything narrowed down to the feeling in his loins as he gave a final grunt. Wham, wham, wham. There it came, huge darts of male liquid burst into his aunt's tight slit, seeding her richly. Ahhh, it felt so good.
"DONE," he cried happily as he spurted.
Irene wanted to prolong her own sex ride past his orgasm so Richie would know the thrill of the cunt pumping as he poured out liquid, but she was too hot. As soon as he spurted, it threw her into her own sex culmination.
"RIIIGHT WITH YOU," she whispered.
Her cunt locked on his exploding prick and she went, throbbing and quaking, gasping and cooing, holding on tight and giving up her woman-hood to the wet bursts of his young manhood. It was so delicious-relieving-heavenly-rewarding-to take that hot seed into her body. They clung and spent, clung and spent magnificently.....
CHAPTER TEN
Sheriff Maddox knocked on the door of the van and slid into where Sue and Don waited.
"It's about a quarter to ten," he said. "From now on, be sure there are no lights and no sounds. They won't see the van, what with the way we piled that brush and rocks outside, but a light or a sound could tip them off."
"Right," said Don.
Sue nodded. Then she said: 'The only thing I don't understand about your operation is why you let them take all those guns off the farm first."
Don and the Sheriff both stared at her in shock.
"WHAT GUNS-OFF WHAT FARM!" cried Maddox.
"Why the stuff I saw piled up in that old food cellar at the Post Farm."
"WHAT FOOD CELLAR?"
She pulled back at their excitement. "Why, I thought you knew all about that. It's your farm."
Don shrugged, but Maddox said:
'Tell us about it. Sue."
She said she'd found the trap doors, leading into the earth half hidden under the hay that had been unbaled for the horses and cattle to eat, in a big pile on the barn floor.
'The night I hid out there-when Richie helped me. I wanted to wait till dawn before I took off. I scrounged for a place to hide. Under the hay I found those cellar doors, flush with the ground. I knew what it was. I've seen 'em on old farms up in Wyoming. Before refrigeration and the countryside got electrified, they used to have these food cellars where you could keep stuff like meat and vegetables and fruit all the year round, sort of buried in the earth. They're sort of like wine cellars, cool and damp."
She went on to say that she'd hid out down in the old food cellar until dawn, when she stole Don's van. She noticed some guns down there, but just thought maybe the neighbors kept extra stuff-or maybe the Posts were gun nuts.
'There were machine guns, everything."
"We've been had!" said Maddox. 'There aren't any arms in the cave. Never was. They were at the farm all the time."
"I didn't even know about that food cellar," said Don. "I don't think Aunt Irene knows about it either. She's never mentioned it."
The Sheriff exploded out of the van, waving his flashlight and shouted to his men to assemble. In a few minutes the Sheriff's cars roared off into the night, leaving Don and Sue to pick up Irene and Richie from the cave. Then they sped through the warm night, Irene fussing with herself.
"I should've known. That first time when Carl wanted to deal me in, when he and the Professor came to me, they wanted us, all three, to take a trip to the range. That would've left the farm vacant. If the guns were in the cave he wouldn't have needed that."
"But you have the money," Don protested.
"No difference. Carl loads the trucks for the bikers and they take off. Carl knew I'd pay. If I didn't he could tip off the authorities, maybe even the Bureau of Alcohol, Tax and Firearms Control. He thought Maddox was in on it. He knew that Maddox wouldn't risk an investigation, even if I would."
Don groaned. "We're going to miss all the fun. They've probably loaded and gone by now."
But he got more action than he bargained for when they reached the farm. Two big U-Drive trucks had been loaded and were just pulling out when the Sheriff's vehicles arrived. The police drivers stopped and swung their vehicles across the farm road that led to the county highway. Undaunted, the bikers drove right off the road and across the fields to reach the highway. Don saw clearly what was happening, though the others didn't.
"Hold tight," he ordered.
He swerved the van off the road and raced over the bumping ground to head off the lead truck, the girls screaming at the bouncing ride and Richie shouting in glee. The big truck loomed up in front of him, and in the lights Don saw the Professor's horrified face.
"Grab something," Don ordered the van's occupants. Then he hunched his shoulders and slammed the accelerator to the floor, heading right into the front of the first truck-and there was a loud crash-
Irene felt the world turn upside down for her as she grabbed Richie. Sue grabbed him from the other side and they rolled together as the impact came. All was the "WHAM" of the collision and chaos. . .
Don was the first to crawl out of the wrecked van, which was on its side, one wheel still spinning. He had a slight cut on his face.
"Well, Sheriff, did we stop 'em or didn't we?'
"You stopped 'em, boy, but-my God-that small van against the big truck-"
"My van," said Don proudly, "could stop a Greyhound Bus. It's padded like you wouldn't believe."
And it turned out to be true. Sue and Richie emerged. Sue with a minor head bump and Richie with a torn shirt. Irene appeared at the doors of the van but did not attempt to get out. She looked dazed.
"You're hurt!" cried Maddox, rushing up to help her. "Let me help you out of there."
"No."
"I'll send for the medics," he cried.
'The medics can't help my problem," she said, with resignation. "Sue will have to go into the ranch house to bring me first aid. I lost my pants and can't find 'em anywhere
Carl Trost sat handcuffed in the rear of one of the police cars. When Irene peered in, he merely slumped down in his seat and tilted his ten gallon hat over his face to hide it. That was how he chose to go out of her life. Jumper and the Hawk ignored her and everybody else. They took to the irons as if they'd been handcuffed many times before. It didn't look like it was any big deal for them. The Professor came last, and he was smiling.
"I didn't trust Trost, and knew it would be a frost," he said, amused by his near-poetry. 'There were some hot moments, though. I think I could learn to like ranch life, dear lady."
"Not on my ranch."
"Who knows. They have parole, and I like your spread." He winked at the double meaning and an officer pushed him, handcuffed, into a car, and the caravan roared off into the night while Irene was left with a blush on her face.....
There was no ranch business except necessary chores on the next day as they all had to go into town and make statements. There were also interviews for the papers and the local TV stations, and the four of them were heroes for the moment, especially Don for his bold act with the van. It took another day for everybody to settle down from all the excitement. Irene was on the phone a lot, while Don and Richie took pictures, talked to their parents in Europe by transatlantic phone, and wrote letters to all their friends in Indianapolis, to be accompanied by clippings from the local papers.....
Irene called a meeting of the young people just after dinner on the third day when things had finally settled down.
'The excitement's over," she told them solemnly. "We're going to have to get back to running the ranch. I haven't been out to see the herds and check with Ramos, so we'll prepare for that trip ... Sue, I don't know what to say to you. We all J ike you and would like you to stay for a while-but it could be awkward."
The boys protested. They wanted Sue to stay the rest of the summer. Sue shook her head.
"Your aunt's right, fellows. I'd like to stay, but there's a hazard. I think she feels there's been too much, uh, sex."
"No," cried Don.
"No, no," cried Richie.
"'No' is the word," said Irene. "Without going into detail, I think things have gotten out of hand and they can't be allowed to go on. For the days she's here, I don't want Sue alone with you boys at any time, day or night. You boys wil! have to sit on your impulses around me, too. There'll be no more bending of morality on this ranch for the rest of the summer. If you try anything, I'll send you back home on the next plane, to sit around in Indianapolis and water the lawn while you wait for your folks to come home. That's final. There'll be no more sex in this house."
They didn't care much for that, but she retired to her bedroom later that night, satisfied that she'd finally put an end to all the inexcusable erotic behavior that she herself must share the blame for. She blamed the Trost thing-but that was over now.
She took Sue into her bedroom-but Sue had a separate cot now, and the youngster was soon asleep. Irene retired with great satisfaction. At last she'd taken charge of the boys and charge of her own base instincts. The boys certainly had no complaint. They'd learned a lot about sex, and she owed them no more.....
The boys crept into her bedroom about midnight. They were both naked and both hard. Sue slipped out of her cot and sat on the edge. They whispered a moment and the nude girl took first one and then the other of the young cocks into her mouth and sucked while they breathed heavily and giggled in pleasure. But Irene stirred, so they moved to the bed. The first thing Irene knew was that she had come awake to find adhesive tape over her mouth and her hands and feet tied. They'd taken off the gown she'd gone to sleep in, and now they bore her, rapidly and efficiently, out of the house to the barn.
Sue followed. At first, in her dazed condition, Irene thought that the bikers had escaped and returned to the ranch, but by the time her nephews laid her down on the hay pile, tied up, gagged and stark naked, she saw it was only her three youngsters.
"You see we're following your rules," said Don. "No more sex in the house."
'The boys want to go with me to Dallas," said Sue. "It wasn't my idea, and I've been arguing with them, but they say we'll go tomorrow."
"So then you won't have to have sex with us anymore," said Richie. 'This is a kind of farewell party."
'The thing is. Aunt Irene," said Don, "we just can't give it up. We like sex too much. We've had a great time on the ranch, but we'd die if we had to work side by side with you for the rest of the summer without having sex. It has come to this."
Don went on to explain that when the bikers first caught him and Sue they'd been tied up and left alone in the cave.
"Somehow we got into sex, Irene," he said. "It was great. It was fabulous. Richie wants to try it, too. But we thought we'd give you the same thrills before we left. I mean, it isn't likely that you'll find anybody who'd dare try it on you, right?"
"Mrawrll, mwrarrr," she went.
Irene was shocked, outraged and furious at this treatment. Why, the boys had turned into sex maniacs, helped along, of course, by that rutting little bitch. Sue. She struggled with her bonds, but they'd tied her too well. Worse, she felt her cunt heating up over being at their mercy, and with their threats of sex. But there was nothing she could do about it for the moment. They were all naked and ready for action.
Richie and Sue tied Don's wrists and ankles. They laid him face up on the straw, his big prick hard, jutting up from his belly. They picked up Irene and fitted her on top of his body. Her eyes blazing her protests, she struggled and squirmed and made protest sounds behind her gag, but the young people were inexorable. They actually held her hips still and pulled apart her thighs so that Don's cock could find its target. She felt his powerful root dig at her cunt lips and then he found her tunnel. Those young loins pumped furiously and she almost died with the sex rush she felt as his cock violated her cunt. He kept bucking and driving his stiff blade until it was fully seated inside of her body.
Oh, oh, oh. It felt fantastic. She got dizzy in spite of herself. Her adrenalin already ran from anger and the sex excitement took off from there. Don began to fuck up into her.
They were right, at least, about being tied. It was the weirdest sensation she'd ever had, not to be able to use her hands and not to be able to control her body. She began to sweat at once, matching the moist heat of Don's body, and he moved under her. It felt like his prick was tearing clear up to her stomach in rich, wild friction. He grunted and keened in hot pleasure.
"OH. MAN, IT'S REALLY SOMETHING. IT'S CRAZY," he gasped.
There was no way to kiss, either, but Richie lifted her torso and Don was able to suck her naked nipple into his mouth. He gurgled happily and she felt new sweeps of pleasure down her body. She wanted to hold onto her anger, shock and outrage, but that sexy shaft working in and out of her, thrilling her tight cunt, massaging her clit, began to make that a second order of business. Her belly, her sex equipment, had never felt so hot. She tried to lift her loins to uncock her raunchy nephew, but the result was the opposite. When she moved that way she added to the hot friction.
"LOOK AT HER ASS MOVE. DAMNED BUT SHE HAS A BEAUTIFUL ASS," said Sue. She knelt beside the tied, fucking couple and began to kiss Irene's buttocks, which added more pleasure to the action. Sue worked her tongue up and down Irene's crack and Irene began to tremble. If they kept on like this she was going to have the master orgasm of all time and faint dead away.
Sue boldly ran her hands over the center of the fuck, where Don's cock plunged in and out of his aunt's box.
"You ought to feel this, Richie. I can get my finger a little way up between his prick and her pussy."
"Hey, that's even b-b-better," cried Don.
It was better for Irene, too. Sue's finger added new pressure to her burning clit, and now she was drenched in sweat and beginning to go wild with fuck desire. Her naked belly sucked obscenely on Don's.
Richie knelt on the other side and began to feel up the place where cock met cunt. Sue moved her finger back a couple of inches to touch Irene's pucker.
"Isn't it amazing how tight an ass-hole locks?" asked the anal-oriented girl. "I wonder what her tunnel feels like."
Don groaned and Irene shivered in ecstasy as new nerves were stimulated, this time in the ring around her sphincter.
"All ass-holes are alike, you nerd," laughed Richie.
"I've got to know."
Irene tried to lock her rear entrance from the girl's probing fingers, but didn't have the strength. She almost blew off her gag in the cry she had to give when Sue forced open her butt. She felt the girl's wicked finger steal right into her sensitive hole and dig up inside.
"M RE EE E EE," she protested.
"I CAN FEEL YOUR FINGER UP HER ASS," cried Don. "Wow, there it is, right on the other side of her membrane, or whatever, grooving on my cock."
"I'll bet we can make her scream with pleasure," said Sue. "I wish we had her vibrator. I could make her sexy back hole drive her mad with pleasure."
'That finger-inside her-on my cock," groaned Don. "Wild."
"Hey, Don," cried Sue. "I'll bet I could jack you off through her wall while you're fucking her. If I could get two fingers inside of her."
"You nerd," laughed Richie. He still stroked Irene's clit alongside the working cock.
"Here goes," said Sue. 'Two fingers up that lovely ass-hole."
She wasn't. Irene, in her sweet distress, was trying to protect her sensitive anus from Sue's assault, but couldn't. The girl plunged two fingers inside, stretching her muscle with pain and then fondling Don's cock through the wall of flesh that separated her vagina from her rear tunnel. She felt faint and hotly sexy. She'd never felt anything like this in her life.
"I got to get into this," said Richie.
"Maybe she'll suck you," said Sue, absorbed in her anal delights. All these years of secret letches for this kind of joy, and at last she had it. It was really sexy for her to play around inside of another adult human's ass-hole.
Irene was beside herself. The pressure on her clit, the use of her rear tunnel, the feel of fingers and cocks inside of her, crazed and glazed her. She felt stuffed. She felt as if she were completely opened out and taking the world into her body, front and back, and enjoying the wildest stimulation she'd ever dreamed could happen.
"URK, URK, URK."
"No," said Richie. "She'd bite me if I tried to stick it in her mouth. Let me stick it up her butt. I've done it. I'm not afraid!"
Sue cheered, Don cried encouragement, and Irene's protests were to no avail. Her poor, sexed up loins had produced a sea of woman juice, with which Richie could grease his cock. Sue had already stretched her sphincter so that his cock fucked into her rear as easily as Don had taken her swollen cunt. Both her nephews' pricks were inside of her at the same time and she rocked, tied up, in the sweetest, hottest sexual experience she'd ever experienced. She was one big fuck hole and those enormous cocks crazed her.
No sooner had Richie set up a rhythm to match his brother's so that they sawed and frictioned lusciously into her body than Sue began to play with Richie's ass-hole.
"I've got to get in there!" cried Sue. "I've never been inside a male ass-hole."
"OH, AAAGGGHHH, MY ASS...
"IT FEELS GREAT," cried Sue happily. "IT'S BIGGER."
"AH, SUE, AH," went Richie. He felt like the top of his head was coming off in pleasure. After all, his prostate was just inside of his rear door, and when Sue stroked up his gut she brushed his sac, giving him a sexy, silken feeling of a burn. With his Aunt's intestine walls already gripping his cock and giving him friction joy, with the feel of her soft, naked and voluptuous body quivering under him, he was walking right up the walls.
"AH, AH, AH."
"I'LL BET I CAN MAKE YOU SHOOT," cried Sue.
"DO IT, DO IT," called Don. "I'm almost there. Irene's going crazy. If he spurts it's gonna sweep her along and that'll bring me off for sure."
"NOW!" he screamed.
He locked in a beautiful freeze, with his cock stroked to glory inside his Aunt's ass, and his prostate stroked to explosion by Sue's finger.
Gung, gung, gung. He rinsed deep in Irene's ass with wild darts of hot, liquid joy. He felt a tremendous thrill at this new experience, having his ass finger-reamed while he spurted into the female butt under him. He whined and jerked and loaded Irene's anus with a body hot enema, exploding over and over.
She was already dazed and near the end of her rope from all the wild prick action. Her insides felt as if they had all turned into wire-hot pleasure nerves that would overload her brain when she went. But she had to go.
She blew the tape off her mouth as she shrieked.
"EEEEEEEEE!"
Her cunt exploded with heavy, thick throbs. Her sphincter joined in, squeezing Richie's bursting cock to add to his delight. Shocks of golden pleasure wracked her whole body as she jerked and whined and quaked and squirmed in her sweet orgasmic distress.
"OH, NO. OH, NO. NO, NO, NO," she begged, feeling she couldn't stand all of the pleasure glaze. She ceased to exist except as a pleasure vessel, her whole nervous system singing and spending in fantastic joyful surrender. She was lost in a purple land of passion where everything was a magnificent tensing and exploding, over and over.
Don cried out.
"HERE IT COMES!"
It was his turn to give an animal groan and pay off into his aunt's cunt. Locked deep in her body, he burst with heavy, juicy gushes of seed that burned against her womb wall. Shock after shock of male liquid, delivered with terrific back pressure bolted inside of Irene and she slid on the sweat of their bellies, taking this second master ejaculation. She just kept on throbbing, pleasing Don with her cunt quakes and Richie with her sphincter squeezes, drawing in all the pumping starch their exploding male guns could shoot into her.
There were long moments of silence in the barn while the three exhausted lovers rested in their euphoria, recovering from the heavy trip. That left Sue, who had not gotten it off. She eased Irene onto her face and cut the ropes that tied her wrists and ankles.
"Was it a trip?" asked Sue with anxious innocence.
"It was a trip," said Irene. She knew that finally, with both her nephews working on her at once, she'd reach the ultimate limit of her sex and love abilities. She tried to be angry with the youngsters but simply felt too good. She felt attitudes and ideas changing inside of her.
Nothing was required right now. The boys dutifully took on Sue to give her back some of the pleasure she'd brought them. Don kissed her mouth, kissed her breasts, and made love to her while Richie propelled his head between her legs to suck her. She was high and hot enough to respond very quickly, especially when Richie felt inside of her ass to add her special kind of pleasure. Irene found it fascinating to watch the three naked young people play with this sex. Their bodies were absolutely fantastic. Their lovemaking was tender, deep and real-they really dug each other. Instead of Sue having to cleave to one or the other, she was open to both of them.
And she? She had no doubt that it was now far too late to push everyone's sexuality back into a box and walk away from it. The youngsters instinctively knew this and were prepared to leave her if necessary to continue the enriched lives sex and love brought them. Don and Richie had come to her ranch as immature adults-now in a short period she'd changed them into maturity. It was unfortunate that they were her nephews, but that was how it came out.
"Let's all go back in the house," she told the three when Sue had been given her sweet release by Richie's suck.
She took them all into her bedroom, and they watched her with solemn eyes.
"I don't feel right about this yet," she said. "We seem to be wild for each other's bodies and create an erotic community. These things don't work over a long run. On the other hand, it's even worse to turn away from love when love is rich and rewarding. Maybe it was the excitement and the problems of Trost and the bikers that got us started, but it's too late to turn back now. I think we have to live together in a completely open way to see if it is lust that will burn out or love that will take other directions. I see no point in rules. Sue will stay with us and we'll do the work of the ranch and try to relate as each day passes. If it gets into jealousies and fights, that will set our limits. My mistake all along has been to try and set rules of an outside morality against four hot, eager and sexed-up personalities."
The youngsters cheered-then they all piled into the big bed with lots of laughing and kidding. They really wanted the orgy to go on all night. She thought it well might. The lust storm would have to run its course.....
She dozed while the others got off their excess energy. Soon she felt her own desires rise. When Don crawled over and began to kiss and fondle her, she relaxed and let all of her inhibitions go. Soon she was hot between the legs and her cunt was rich with the juices of wanting.
'This is the best," he whispered, sliding between her legs.
"I hope it lasts the summer," she answered. But who could control the future?
She opened her legs and felt again the sweet joy of the young prick driving up her eager cunt. They both groaned in delight, and Don was no longer the neophyte, but a well-trained lover who knew exactly how to move to please her. They rocked in ecstatic joy, and then, with the first excitement of penetration over, she became aware that Richie was fucking Sue right alongside of her. The happy grunts and groans of the other couple somehow mingled with her own luscious pleasure. She was glad to note that this time the two were indugling in normal sex. The girl was a little too hung up on anal activity. Maybe she'd be able to get it out of her system...
She turned her head and found herself staring into the soft, glowing eyes of Sue, close beside her.
"Boys, move closer," she ordered.
Then, as the two males drilled into the respective cunts of the women, she and Sue began to kiss.
"I love you," Sue told her.
"I love you," Irene responded.
They began to kiss, and Irene felt in seventh heaven as she was drilled by Don's cock while she hot-kissed the young girl being taken by the other youngster. She inserted her hand between the smooth young bellies. She was able to feel Richie's stiff, wet cock drilling into Sue's soft cunt. Presently she felt Sue's hand steal over to feel between her belly and Don's. That extra pressure made both fucks more delicious. It was as if the four of them were linked together in hot lust.
"AHHH, GOINNNG," sang Irene, lifted to sweet glory.
"UIMG, AHHH, GOOO," gasped Don, and he began to spill hot spunk into her.
"YIKE!" went Richie, and he froze and began to seed Sue's belly.
"ALL-THE-WAY," cried Sue, and Irene knew that those quick, characteristic bunny quakes thrilled Richie's cock as she came, too.
Irene realized with sudden amusement even as she tapered from the hot orgasm, and took Don's leaping ejaculation thinking that maybe it was better that Sue had come along and that there'd been all that business with the bikers. Without it she probably could not have withstood the hot incestuous need in the boys and she'd have been worn to a frazzle long before the summer was over. There was no way she could've stopped them-because her own sex needs were too strong, ft was going to be perfect after all.....
She dropped by to see Sheriff Maddox.
'The money..." she said.
"I told you before, there was no money," he said. 'The bikers' backers think it was impounded. The D.A. didn't ask and Carl and the bikers think it better to keep their mouths shut. It wasn't their money. Now, if you want to make say a ten thousand dollar donation to charity, I could suggest a couple. We won't worry what you do with the rest."
"I-I-guess I could manage that."
She felt a wild delight to think how much that money would mean to the ranch. Don's van would be replaced, that went without saying. And High Post Ranch would at last have adequate financing.
"Uh, I'm a divorced man, you know," said the Deputy. "One of these times I'd like to ask you out to dinner, Irene."
She smiled. Then she laughed. "Maybe later, Sheriff. I'll be busy with the boys this summer. But when they go home-"
He pressed her hand. She left, knowing that there'd be fun and games in the fall to look forward to, after the boys and Sue left.
