It has been argued among knowledgeable people that if attractiveness for mate selections is determined by similarity of attitudes, values, needs and background, the heterosexual choice from within the family is the most natural and understandable . . . except that custom and law forbid it.
Why this is forbidden is a question still hotly debated by anthropologists. Present-day science seeks to justify continuation of the prohibition against incest on biological and genetic grounds. Inbreeding brings recessive genes to the fore, they argue, and since these are largely maladaptive, thoroughly inbred groups show a tendency toward decadence. However, this process of deterioration admittedly stretches over many generations and presupposes continuance of the inbreeding process.
In this novel, the forbidden act of incest plays an important role in the lives of the Dow family, as well as the escapades of the nefarious Rosses, Will and Barbara, and is not apt, we feel, to be a reading experience quickly forgotten.
We also feel it pertinent, however, to remind our readers that the horror of incest is not a relatively recent development in human psychology and ethics. The ancient dynasties of Egypt and Peru practiced incest. Incest was indulged in by all of the archaic gods. The authors of the Book of Genesis must have accepted the idea as the sole means of explaining Adam's and Eve's descendents. The horror, then, of incest, which we all feel or pretend to feel, is indeed an acquired feeling. Since every race has adopted stern legal measures to prevent incest, it can only be because a desire for the act is one of the cravings which mankind is constantly struggling against.
Incest has been woven into the pattern of civilization since our earliest Hebrew records, and it will doubtless continue so long as man wrestles with the inner animal which appears to dominate him in many situations. However, as one reviews the progress of civilization and is able to contemplate the countless billions of genes and chromosomes which go into our rather dubious makeup, he is faced with the wonder that we are actually civilized at all. We are fortunate to possess, in spite of all else, a great capacity for love and tenderness and kindness and compassion, and as long as these emotions exist, the absolute fall of mankind may yet be avoided.
Yet, modern society is one of the greatest hypocrites of all time.
In one breath, the collective Voice of the dwellers of Society decries the "sexual degeneration" of our world, the collapse of latter-day mores; it denounces the growing permissiveness of a world made smaller and smaller with each passing decade by technological and scientific discoveries and advancements. And yet another equally loud voice pleads for Love with a capital "L" wife to love husband, sister to love brother, mother to love son, man to love woman and his fellow man. But now, when sexual experience is the ultimate expression of feeling, can the search for physical meaning and gratification and the need to give of oneself for the individual one feels so strongly for, be demeaned?
Simply, how can Love and Sex be divorced from one another in theory and in practice?
This is the theme of the soul-searching novel presented here; a novel of Man and Woman struggling against sociological pressures and teachings that are in total and violent conflict with their own drives and emotions. It is a novel of ultimate love and ultimate sex, relationships which can and will shock some more unenlightened readers but whose principle message is one which dates back to Greek antiquity and beyond, to the very beginnings of Time. It is a novel of Youth and the crossroads, of a Family at the turning point; a novel of denial and fulfillment, of fear and total peace.
Truly, we the Publishers, can say that this is a novel of Today . . .
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The plane came down into the long valley, beginning its descent some twenty miles north of the airfield. Row after neat row of peach, plum and nectarine trees loaded with nearly ripe fruit slithered by, shimmering greenly in the afternoon sunlight, contrasting sharply with the burned brown hills to the west. To the east, where water seldom touched the earth, small clusters of rock and an occasional scraggly oak dotted the landscape, which rose in hilly waves. Beyond, the majesty of the mighty Sierra's jutted skyward, now barely discernible in the laxy heat and ever-increasing smoggy haze of late June. Below, a solitary man scratched a groove in a small plot of rich brown soil with a wooden plow pulled by a shaggy horse a scene that in the mechanized world of California's San Joaquin Valley was a rare oddity. Then the plane was over the runway and the pilot set the sleek jet down with a precise and practiced delicacy that produced but one small yelp of rubber.
Inside the neat little terminal the temperature was sweltering, yet was considerably cooler than the outside temperature which was rapidly approaching one-hundred five. But in the confusion of greetings and luggage and amplified announcements it was scarcely noticed. However, a long-legged, young girl of sixteen in a dark blue top and puff-sleeved white blouse noticed it, and as her roan-red hair swished back and forth with the movement of her questing green eyes, she wished she had remembered to wear something cooler. Presently, she heard her name being announced over the public address system, and it gave her a self-conscious start. Then, mindlessly obeying its summons, she strode with youthful abandon toward the information desk, took the folded note from the uniformed clerk, blushing visibly at his open lewd appraisal of her curvaceous young body and retired to a seat, unfolded the slip of paper, and read:
Dearest Laurie;
I'm terribly sorry no one is there to meet you, but some damn bear spooked the horses last night and I had to send all the hands out to round them up. I would have come myself, but Hank's taking out a pack trip this afternoon and I have to make the arrangements and get them off safely.
No need to fret, honey, I'll fetch you first thing in the morning. In the meantime I've made arrangements for you to stay at the Oasis Motel. Take a cab over there and the desk clerk will pay the fare. It's all arranged and I'll call you this evening. I'm sorry, honey, but there was nothing else I could do. They've got a nice pool and the clerk will give you spending money. Talk to you tonight.
Love, Uncle Ned
Visibly disappointed, the pretty teenager folded the note, rose, picked up her single piece of luggage, walked to the entrance and hailed a cab.
Minutes later, after the fare had been paid and she had been shown to her room by the gracious motel manager, Laurie kicked off her low-heeled shoes and flopped wearily onto the large, soft bed. God but this feels good! she thought, relaxing into the luxurious mattress and letting the cool breeze of the room's air conditioner wash over her as her eyes inspected the room. It was certainly a far cry from the room at school, she mused, even more elegant than her bedroom at the ranch.
It was a long room in gold and green, with not one, but two huge beds, all of it bright in the dazzle of the sun reflected off the pool not ten paces from her own private patio. Presently, she got up and pulled the cords that creaked the heavy yellow draperies across the acre of windowed patio-wall, turning the room into a shadowy gloom of gold. The whisper of the hushed cool air made it seem like an oasis, just like the name implied, Laurie thought.
Suddenly, struck with an idea, the curvaceous teenager turned from the curtained glass wall and padded softly on nyloned feet into the bathroom vestibule, opened her suitcase, and rummaged until she found the two wisps of colorful cloth. With quick familiar ease she slipped out of her clothing and into a skimpy bright yellow bikini, then padded back across the room, out the curtained wall, across the flag-stoned patio, and without hesitation dove cleanly and artistically into the refreshing arms of the cool blue pool.
* * *
After several hours of basking in the sun, slipping occasionally into the pool when she could no longer stand the heat, Laurie had returned to her room and changed into a light-weight miniskirt and low-cut blouse. She had been sitting at the vanity brushing her hair when her uncle phoned: After assuring him she was fine, that the manager was taking good care of her, and that she would be ready at 8 a.m., she said good night, hung up, finished brushing her long red hair, and wandered over to the motel's coffee shop for a meal which she had found tasteless.
Now, in the hour after sunset, she strolled leisurely through the garden that surrounded the empty pool, savoring the heady fragrance of hyacinth blossoms mingling with the lesser aroma of other flowers that was released in the cooler evening air. Color had faded from the sky; dim stars became suddenly visible; and the moon, which had already risen, proclaimed itself. The raucous clack of male crickets incessantly rubbing their leathery forewings together grew louder, dominating the night air which otherwise was exceptionally still. Occasionally, the solitary croak of a lonely frog, mingling with muted door-closings and garbled dronings of television sets from the few occupied rooms, reached her ears.
Although it was cooler, it was still horribly humid and the pretty adolescent wished to free herself from the confines of even the lightweight clothing which stuck moistly to her body. She hated to leave the quiet of the garden which suited her solitary nature, but finally compromised by deciding to undress, shower, put on the single cool nightgown she possessed, and then lounge on the patio.
In the bathroom of her room, she quickly stripped off her clothes, adjusted the shower head until the spray became needle points of water, growing hotter and hotter until clouds of steaming vapor began to billow upward, filling the bathroom like a humid sauna. Stepping in, she gasped as the stinging water beat against her naked white skin, turning it a bright rosy hue. For five minutes she scrubbed herself under the hot, prickly shower spray, lathering and scrubbing her curvaceous young body free of stickiness, lazily running the soap over her swelling breasts and full-fleshed thighs, her mind intent on the pleasures that summer vacation would bring.
Finally, the young girl turned off the water and stepped out of the tub enclosure, reaching for a fluffy towel with which to dry herself. She looked at herself as she rubbed the towel up and down her tender young skin, at the way her firmly rounded breasts jiggled from the rubbing and her rose-crested nipples grew larger and distended from the inadvertent manipulations.
She liked the way the towel parted her red-gold pubic curls and showed off her coral-smooth pussy flesh and the small bud-like clitoris which nestled so invitingly there. Seeing it gave her a sudden start, a tingling in her youthful loins that always precluded her guilty sex thoughts forbidden thoughts of whether she should tease her finger up and down her hotly moistening vagina until the tiny little prickles of pleasure came billowing out through every fiber of her body. She never put her finger all the way up inside, even though the hair-lined mouth of her pulsating little cunt flowered open so provocatively, as though wanting to suck her searching finger up into its impatiently waiting depths. But somehow she'd always managed to resist that; yet now, staring down and seeing the softly pouting vaginal lips swell with automatic sensual arousal, seeing the beginning droplets of feminine excitement form on them like dew on the petals of a rose, she shivered at the way she couldn't control her body chemistry the glandular changes that had become more and more persistant lately.
Self-determinedly, Laurie sighed, finished drying herself, and replaced the towel on the rack. As she did so, the reflection of her naked young body in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door caught her eye.
The reflection showed the body of a tall girl, nearly eight inches over five feet, with a body that was voluptuously and symmetrically proportioned. Roan-red hair hung to her sloping white shoulders and she swept it back now, studying the smooth skin of her shoulders and the light sprinkle of freckles that tapered invitingly downward, stopping just short of the cream-white skin of her already exceptionally well-rounded breasts, and the rose-dark aereoles which made perfect accents for her pinkly ridged nipples. Languidly, she raised her arms over her head, stretching the full mounds of her breasts taut in a classic nude pose.
She stood that way for a long moment, letting her eyes move down over the flat surface of her belly, past the tiny puckered outline of her navel, down to the silky, golden red triangle of her pussy which highlighted the roundly curving fullness of her vaginal lips. Once again she saw the tiny pink tip of her clitoris peeking out from the soft puffy slit in an almost childish shyness. Abruptly, Laurie realized the obscene direction of her thoughts and she flushed guiltily.
Turning slightly, she examined the firm-dimpled roundness of her milk-white buttocks, the rippling muscles in the back of her tapered thighs, then studied her calves and ankles which were slim and shapely. It was a good body, and she was proud of it. But she was torn with guilt over the forbidden sensual awareness that seemed to constantly dominate her thoughts.
Stoically, forcing such sinful ideas from her mind, the pretty teenager padded into the bedroom and slipped into the naughtily sheer rose-colored gown which she knew accentuated and revealed far too much of her flawlessly voluptuous figure, and which she only allowed herself to wear at school when her roommate was absent. Putting a thin opaque robe on over this, she sat down at the vanity to brush her flaming red hair once again. Stroke followed stroke until she was finally satisfied. Then she laid the brush aside, crossed to the patio, slipped deep into a chaise lounge with long legs outstretched, and relaxed, letting the night sounds wash over her.
Twilight had become night, but the full moon had grown brighter, and the pool and garden were bathed in a soft, yellow light. It was quieter now than before, only a few television sets still mumbled, no doors closed, and the persistant crickets had lapsed into a more subtle cacophony, blending in awkward harmony with the solitary frog who, it seemed, had not found a mate to answer his vibrato croaking. As the air continued cooling, the fragrance of hyacinth seemed even more overbearing, and Laurie reveled in the sensual aroma.
Suddenly, a strange new sound permeated her consciousness; a noise that sounded like water lapping at the edge of a pool. But how could that be, she wondered, for she could see the pool and there was definitely no one in it; the water was still; the reflection of the moon lay shimmering eerily on its flat surface. Besides, the noise was much closer, off to the right possibly on the next patio, curiously, Laurie rose and peeked around the bamboo screen that separated her patio from the other, but did not obscure the view toward the pool and garden.
How silly! she thought. It was just a woman's bikini swim suit hung up to dry, dripping water with plat-plat-plat regularity onto the concrete decking. She started to turn, then suddenly froze in mid-stride, her mouth dropping open in incredulity.
A beautiful young girl, seen through the partially opened curtains of the adjacent motel room, slithered into view, strolling sensuously from the far end of the room. She came toward the open patio door, moving with the poise of a model, wearing the sheerest of pale blue peignoirs, short and daringly open down to her small belted waist. Around her slender throat was a half-inch ribbon of black velvet which contrasted startlingly with her alabaster white skin. It matched precisely the long raven-black hair brushed forward to partially cover her large swaying breasts that jiggled incitingly as she moved.
Laurie held her breath in both fear and awe as the girl approached. The brunette stopped not three feet from the door, placed her hands on her flaring hips, and smiled sensually. Laurie had never seen, nor even envisioned, such breathtaking beauty. The young girl not more than eighteen or nineteen had a slimness and clear-eyed look of enormous vitality, a fine-grained and flawless skin, a heavy swing of dark burnished hair. She was tall with large expressive eyes, their irises an unfathomable blue-gray beneath long black lashes. Her sexually provocative impact, so carefully measured it seemed unaffected, was of a kind of innocent awareness, just hinting at a capacity for obscene naughtiness. "Damn!"
The single hushed word gave Laurie a start and it took her a moment to realize that the expletive came from an admiring male who was not within her field of view. Immediately, the dark-haired girl backed away a half step and pirouetted slowly, first one way and then the other, while simultaneously flipping her dark tresses over her shoulders with the backs of both hands.
Then, spreading her feet slightly wider than her shoulders, she laced her fingers behind her head, elbows outstretched, and arched backwards. This motion forced her onto the balls of her feet, her buttocks clenching, her belly thrusting forward, her proud breasts straining taughtly, rising like snow-covered mountain peaks. She held this lewd pose a long moment, then bent even farther backward, the sheer blue peignoir falling open to reveal nearly all of her seductive black-fringed cunt. Then gracefully reaching around to untie the sash at her waist, she shrugged her shoulders, letting the pale gown glide off to the carpeted floor.
Laurie wanted to move, to flee, but fear of discovery stopped her. And something else, too! Ruefully, she acknowledged the fact that the animal-like seductiveness of the naked young girl drew her magnetically; realized that it was impossible to withdraw from the lewd expectancy of what was undoubtedly to come.
Consciously acknowledging her plight, she shifted her position in order to see better just as the alluringly displayed girl straightened up, stepped forward, and slipped into the passionate embrace of a young man who had hitherto been out of view. As the couple's mouths fiercely locked together in a soul searching kiss, Laurie was presented with a full profile of the man.
He was a year or two older than the girl, blond, muscular, and wore only tight jockey shorts which to Laurie's fascinated horror bulged perceptively in front. When they broke their bone-crushing embrace the man turned slightly and Laurie gasped audibly as she read the unmistakable lust registered in his eyes.
Without a word being spoken, the alluring young girl knelt down in front of the youth with her hands behind her back, bent forward, and slowly began tugging at his shorts with her teeth. Moving her head from side to side, she inched the white jockey shorts down over his muscular thighs until finally with one last impassioned wrench they slithered off and pooled around the man's bare feet, revealing his thickly erected penis. Laurie gasped, for she had never imagined a man's penis could be so large, then gasped again as the young girl, looking at it hungrily, began to run the tip of her tongue slowly around her lip stick painted mouth.
Laurie craned forward involuntarily, her mouth open, her breath shallow. Moisture began to form on her heatedly pulsing cuntal lips beneath the robe and sheer nightie as she watched the young girl take the long hardened penis in her hands. She shuddered as she watched the girl squeeze it, fondle it, caressing and stroking it, murmuring, pursing her soft moist lips and blowing gently at it as it continued swelling in her hand.
Moistening her lips again, the raven-haired girl opened her mouth and slowly sucked the lust-swollen head of the blond youth's penis deep inside, then sliding it in and out of her widely ovaled lips, taking more and more of it deeper and deeper. Her eyes were smoky, reflecting sheer unadulterated bliss, as she tickled the long stiff shaft of the man's hardness lightly with her fingers and sucked almost all of it up into her mouth. She squeezed it with her lips so that the man's face contorted with pleasure and his hungry hands went down to the top of her head, grasping her thick dark hair tightly in his fingers.
Unconsciously, lost in the wanton ecstasy of the lewd vision, Laurie began nibbing her moistening pubic mound through the material of her robe and nightie as she watched the man in the next room begin to move. Slowly, obscenely, he pumped his lust-hardened shaft in and out of the beautiful girl's willing mouth as she moved one hand forward and tenderly cradled his dangling testicles.
With a cry that was clearly audible, the youth suddenly shoved the naked young girl backward, knocking her over onto the carpet where she sprawled gracefully despite the force of the impatient motion. Immediately, she opened her long tapered legs and moved her hands down to her quivering pubic mound to spread her moist pink cuntal lips apart, teasingly exposing the throbbing vaginal slit to the man's feasting eyes.
Needing no further invitation, the blond youth slipped quickly between her outstretched thighs and fell forward, crushing his lips ferociously to the girl's. They lay nakedly locked together for a long moment, and then using his powerful arms, the man pushed his body up from the carpet. Resting his weight on palms and knees, he bent forward to suck one of the girl's taut nipples into his mouth, squeezing and licking it unmercifully.
A gasp of pain-pleasure emitted from the girl's lust-contorted lips, and when the youth switched to the other stiffened nipple, her mouth hung slackly and her unseeing eyes rolled upward. Moments later he released her quivering nipple and immediately began to run his tongue maddeningly down over the girl's heaving belly, blazing a fiery trail down, down into the softly curling triangle of her pubic hair. Pausing momentarily over her flowering pink cuntal lips, he bobbed his head downward, hotly stabbing his tongue into her moist vaginal opening.
The dark-haired girl reacted as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, head arching up, arms flaying out, loins jerking helplessly upward into his licking face. With a shudder, she bent her knees and planted her feet firmly on the carpet, allowing him even further access to her writhing loins. As his tongue slithered up into her cunt another inch and began rotating maddeningly, the naked young girl shuddered again. Then, biting her lips, she raised her hips completely up off the carpet, writhing, squirming and grinding her loins lasciviously around the deep-plunging tongue.
Spying through the bamboo screen, Laurie could stand it no longer. The salacious sight had caused her own youthfully responsive body to react with lewd violence. A trickle of warm cuntal moisture was running out of her obscenely burning vagina where her hand kneaded the lust-swollen flesh, wetting the material of her nightie. She needed release, and needed it soon. But she couldn't stand out there on the patio forever. Someone was liable to come along and see her.
So with misgiving, she slipped silently back into her own room, turned off all the lights, and quickly stripped herself of both robe and nightgown. Peeling covers and top sheet from the bed, she fell onto it, spread her trembling thighs, placed her feet flat on the sheet, and slipped her fingers down toward her hotly throbbing vagina.
All thoughts of guilt were quickly thrown to the winds as the wild fire of carnal desire began burning through her, as one middle finger sought and found the erect little bud of her clitoris, and at once she began lewdly tweaking it. She had never felt such burning need to be released! Never! Quickly, she slipped her middle finger into her wantonly writhing flesh, while with her thumb she continued to titillate her tiny throbbing clitoris.
Then a second finger followed the first and in moments she was twisting her hips around and around, attempting to alleviate the searing itch in her wantonly aroused vagina. She began grinding her buttocks down into the bed, and with her free hand she reached up and grasped one painfully full breast and began squeezing its spiked-out nipple between thumb and forefinger. The young teenager was on fire with insane desire as she brutally squeezed and kneaded her tender flesh. She had to have release!
Within moments, she could feel it coming building, burning, blowing, rising, consuming all.. . and with one huge shuddering explosion, it was upon her. She arched her back clear of the bed, frantically straining on her plunging fingers and pinching her distended nipple as wave after wave of lewdly engulfing passion swept over her, drowning her in release-giving pleasure. Finally, she slumped back to the bed, spent and exhausted.
She lay there panting, fighting to get her breath back. Before long her breathing shallowed, returned to normal, and with it returned the terrible guilt--guilt over what she had done, guilt that she had shamelessly spied on the neighboring couple, guilt that flooded her consciousness tenfold.
Without bothering to cover herself, Laurie buried her head in the pillow and cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The color-beauty of the Sierra canyon was not as rich in summer as in early fall, but nevertheless richer than one could hope to find nearly everywhere. Almost every leaf was tinted, though the goldenrods were not yet in bloom; but most of the color was given by the ripe grasses, willows and aspens. At the near end of the canyon lay a small lake surrounded by a trembling aspen grove, every leaf painted like a butterfly, and away to right and left round the shores swept a curving ribbon of meadow, green and brown dotted with pale yellow, shading off here and there into hazy purple.
The walls of the canyon, too, were dashed with bits of bright color that gleamed out of the neutral granite gray. But neither the wall, nor the margin meadow, nor yet the gay, fluttering grove, nor the lake itself, flashing with spangles, could long hold one's attention; for at the head of the lake a gorgeous mass of orange-yellow, belonging to the main aspen belt of the basin, which seemed the very fountain whence all the color below it had flowed, was where one's eyes were filled and fixed.
Just beyond the lake's outlet, where a small gurgling creek meandered through gouged banks of red earth, lay the heart of the Dow ranch; corrals, pasture, barns, bunk house, sheds, and owner's living quarters a large rambling affair of rough-hewn redwood.
At eleven in the morning a few ducks were sailing on the lake, apparently more for pleasure than anything else, while robins and squirrels were busy in the groves, intensifying the feeling of grateful isolation without ruffling the deep, hushed calm and peace.
But while the canyon was the hub of activity on the Dow ranch, there were also thousands of acres of virgin timber, lush pasture land and meadows, and bubbling trout laden streams stretching for several miles in all directions.
In a remote corner of this acreage, one of Ned Dow's ranch hands was jamming a post-hole digger into unyielding earth. Swearing, he left the long-handled tool resting in the six inch deep hole while he wiped the back of one hand across his sweating brow, then turned his aching eyes upward, mentally chastizing the overbearing sun. An unfathomable thought passed quickly across his eyes. With sure but laborious steps he left the unfinished hole and headed toward the sorrel horse grazing contentedly not far away. With shaking hands and pain-pounding head, the ranch hand mounted the surprised and unwilling steed, kicked him gently, and began guiding him toward the steep trail rising from the canyon.
"Come on, you slow witted nit," Ken Chester mumbled half aloud as he urged the horse toward the crest of the ridge, bending dejectedly forward in the saddle and digging his aching knees into the sorrel's flanks. "Come on, dammit! We're both gonna get wet!" he exclaimed, glancing back at the blue-gray clouds that were quickly gathering and moving toward them.
* * *
Laurie Dow leaned lazily against a corner post of the corral her uncle used only for pack animals, thinking, all guilty thoughts of the previous night forgotten as she reflected happily on the fact that she was finally home for the summer, for almost three months, and free, free to ride and swim and just be herself again. Not that she disliked school; it was simply that her summers on the ranch, away from the restrictions and madcap pace at the private school, were times she cherished and especially looked forward to with great excitement.
If there was one thing she loved more than any other, it was riding out alone to explore the meadows and canyons and bathe her nostrils with the scent of pine and the sweet-smelling flowers that grew in tiny clusters beside the many streams in the area. Sometimes she even stripped off her clothes and took naked sun baths while her horse grazed on the patches of succulent grass along the banks. Then, she would rise and sit directly in the middle of the icy pool of water, allowing her deliciously rounded young buttocks to turn blue with the cold, until at last she could bear it no longer. Oh yes, it was a life Laurie loved better than any other.
Suddenly it began to rain. Big soft drops splashed down on Laurie, soaking the light shirt and faded jeans she wore, and cooling her off for the first time since she had arrived at the ranch that morning.
She turned, then, and raced girlishly for the tack room with a breast-bouncing gait, her long red hair bobbing up and down as she went.
* * *
At the crest of White Chief Ridge, Ken Chester rose in the saddle again, glanced at the sky, and guided the tired horse along the ridge's spine while he mopped the perspiration from his forehead and the back of his neck with a red bandanna. The effort of the climb had set his body screaming again; every muscle in his powerfully built frame felt like lead weights had been attached to it and the black sheep of the leprechaun family that ruled his Irish heritage had returned again to busily begin sandpapering the backs of his eyeballs.
Some two hundred yards short of where the trail dropped down toward the White Chief
Canyon line shack, the Dow Ranch's newest hand tugged the nearly empty bottle of tequila from the sorrel's saddlebag, pulled the cork out, and tipped the bottle to his lips.
"Shit!" he bellowed into the still air as he returned the bottle to its resting place and wiped the back of one dirt-covered hand across his lips. "Whoever said 'a little hair of the dog' oughta be shot."
Rider and horse were halfway down the steep trail when the summer storm caught them.
One minute the sun was a hot, angry blister in the blue skin of the late morning sky, and the next the richly molded clouds that had been rising over the Sierra's had swelled with a visible motion straight up. In less than an hour they had attained full development and stood poised in the blazing sunshine like some colossal mountain now covering the calm, sunny sky with its white, pearly form relieved by gray and purple shadows in the hollows.
Presently a thunderbolt crashed through the still air, ringing like steel on steel, sharp and clear, its startling detonation breaking into a spray of echoes against the cliffs and valley walls. Then down came a cataract of rain, big drops sifting through pine needles, pattering on parched red-brown earth, covering the ground and making it shine with a continuous sheet of water that, like a transparent film, fitted closely down over all the rugged anatomy of the landscape.
In a few minutes the cloud withered to a mesh of dim filaments and disappeared, leaving the sky perfectly clear and bright, every dust particle washed away. Everything was refreshed and invigorated, a steam of fragrance rose, and the storm was finished: One cloud, one lightning-stroke, one dash of rain . . . one early summer thunderstorm reduced to nothing.
By the time Ken reached the line shack at the north end of the aspen grove on White Chief Creek, the sun was out again, but he was thoroughly soaked. Swearing, his Irish temper heightened by the agonizing hangover, he unsaddled the sorrel, wiped him down, and turned him loose in the small corral.
Carrying his saddlebags into the small shack, he laid them on the rough-hewn table, extracted the bottle of tequila, and took another healthy pull. "Fuck Ned Dow," he thought as the liquor burned down his throat, "That's all the work he's going to get out of this body today."
Carrying the bottle with him to the lumpy bed built into one corner of the single room shack, Ken set it on the floor, stripped the wet clothing from his aching body, and lowered himself gingerly onto the hard wooden-framed bed and its excuse for a mattress. He covered his lean naked frame with an old surplus army blanket, and gratefully let his drifting thoughts take him into refreshing sleep.
* * *
Ten minutes after the rain stopped Laurie had caught and saddled the young chestnut stud, which she had named Sniffy, and now was riding along the worn path that fringed the creek bank. About a hundred yards above the lake, she urged the stallion into the water where a wide shallow place in the stream afforded an ideal spot to cross to the other bank.
When she had made the crossing, she rode awhile beside a grove of aspen full of trembling light, and marveled at how the leaves shimmered in the breeze. It was the way she felt, free and airy, as huge herself as the stretch of canyon that led up the Chiquita Range and poured away into the distance on either side of her as far as she could see. She rode in silence for twenty minutes or so, then felt Sniffy begin to snort and breathe heavily as he began the steep ascent of the trail up into a canyon between two ridges. She knew there was a pool another mile in and intended to take a quick dip in the raw, to cool off again, once she got there. The rain had stopped before she had finished saddling Sniffy, and it was once again becoming swelteringly hot.
Just as she had thought, the pool was still there when she finally reined in her mount, a short time later, and dismounted to look around. Laurie smiled as she saw small squirrels scurrying away in the underbrush, roused from their foraging by the approach of her footsteps. The pool itself was higher than she had ever seen it in past years at least twenty feet deep and a dark cold blue. It looked so inviting that she resolved then and there to make good her promise to herself to have a good refreshing soak.
She unbuttoned her blouse and jeans, peeling them off eagerly until she stood there in the sun-mottled shade, clad only in her skimpy white bikini panties and brassiere. Then she reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks of the lacy brassiere, her full young breasts spilling free and bouncing voluptuously for a moment from the sudden release, the small pink nipples hardening responsively at the sudden exposure to the air. Then she leaned over to slip her white nylon panties down over her lushly flaring hips, tugging and pushing at them until they were rolled in a thin useless circle around her ankles. Kicking them free, she laughed and raised her slender arms over her head, reveling in the wanton nakedness of her ripe young body.
After a moment's pause, she waded into the water up to her trembling thighs, standing still just long enough to allow her naked young body to absorb the cold shock. Then she lunged forward with arms out and splashed full length into the pool, shrieking and giggling from the painful jolt of the icy water surrounding her completely exposed skin. She dove under and came up a few seconds later, surfacing with a sudden whoosh, then tread water leisurely as the exertions of her limbs warmed her and made her less uncomfortable. She swam back and forth across the short oblong length of the pool, sometimes stopping to float on her back and catch her breath, then tucking up her legs to roll over for another furious sprint to the slick rock wall at the far end of the pool.
At last, exhausted, she emerged dripping and walked to a smooth scooped out boulder where she lay down nakedly to bake her face and heaving stomach in the hot sun.
* * *
When Ken Chester awoke, his headache was gone. He sat up in bed rubbing one large hand across his sleep-filled eyes and yawned. Swiveling on the bed, he dropped his feet to the floor, accidentally kicking over the empty bottle of tequila. As it flopped over, spinning slowly away from him across the bare wooden floor, his eyes registered something akin to hatred; a glassy stare that reflected the disgust he felt with himself. Slowly his eyes lifted from the now spent bottle and caught a glimmer of light reflected off last night's soiled and empty glass which stood on the table across the room next to his portable typewriter.
Ken's shoulders slumped and a sigh escaped his lips as he stared wearily at the silent typewriter and the finished manuscript beside it. For several minutes his gaze remained fixed on the bulky stack of dog-eared paper the fruits of four month's labor. Four months crammed with days of blistered hands and nights of pecking and straining his eyes under a kerosene lamp. Four months of breaking his back for Ned Dow and four months of feeding his own ego. Four months of frustration that erupted last night and sent him scurrying for the bottle.
Fuck it! Ken thought. What I need is a week of doing nothing. Just lazing around, soaking up sun, swimming in the pool in the aspen grove, drinking.. . Shit! What I really need is a woman. A woman. It had been nearly a year. At first it had been his conscience. At first he had told himself it was only respectful to at least wait until the grass had begun to grow on the small cemetery plot. And then it had been the dream of getting away from it all and writing the great American novel. And so he had come to the Dow Ranch at his brother's suggestion.
He had gotten the job, even volunteered to mend fences and live in the line shack. And he had thrown himself into the work, both the labor of day and the agony of night, trying to keep the memories of his dead wife from overwhelming him. And he had succeeded. Until last night. Until he had forced himself to read the completed manuscript at one sitting. It had been so full of self-pity that it disgusted him.
And so he had drug out the bottle of tequila and gotten thoroughly and rip-roaringly drunk. But it hadn't helped. And he was still faced with rewriting the novel. Fuck it!
It can wait. So can Ned Dow. He was going to take a few days off. When he felt like it he would return to the fences, working from sunup to sunset if necessary to catch up. Then, and only then, he would start on the rewriting. But, dammit! Finding a woman would sure help.
Buoyantly, Ken rose from the bed, walked to the old duffel bag in the corner and extracted the faded blue swimming trunks. He had one foot inside them when suddenly he thought: Hell! If I'm going to be liberated, I might as well start now. He kicked the trunks aside, grabbed a towel, and left the cabin, striding stark naked down the path to the pool in the aspen grove.
* * *
The rays of the sun had grown too warm, and Laurie rolled over on her stomach, exposing her naked back to the sun, staring down into the now glassy calm water to watch the reflected clouds which were beginning to gather once again. For perhaps ten minutes she relaxed, blanking her mind to all but the drowsy warmth of the sun and the sound of the stream cascading into the pool from an outcrop of rock above and behind her. Then slowly her mind drifted back to the lewd spectacle of the previous night in the motel.. .
As Laurie lay there, her mind recreated the salacious scene vividly and she could almost see herself on the patio outside the motel room looking in at the nakedly writhing couple on the green carpet. Her mind focused on the lust-inciting memory of the prurient activities with the same precision as a camera with an automatically focusing lens: The beautiful raven-haired girl was slithering forward on her knees with that hungry expression glowing lewdly in her eyes, taking the muscular youth's long hardened penis in her hands, squeezing, caressing and stroking it, pursing her red lips as it swelled before her passion-filled eyes.. .
I can't think like this! Laurie's mind screamed in warning. It's naughty! Sinful! But she continued to lie there motionless, holding her breath, feeling a tantalizing series of lewd involuntary sensations churning deep in her belly as she-let the licentious images filter incitingly through her aroused young mind.
The teenage girl's lips ovaled as if she had waited forever for this magic moment! Her cheeks hollowed as they sucked the expanded shaft into her mouth, obscenely bloating with the lewd effort to take all of its massive length, choking as it rammed deep into her throat. As it slowly withdrew, her soft sensual lips clamped tight over the lust-bloated cock-head contorting the youth's face in depraved pleasure. With only the bulging head of his blood-engorged shaft now buried between her tightly pursed lips, the youth grunted and flicked his hips, ramming the glistening rod of flesh forward. Only the wiry blond curl of his pubic hair could be seen nestled against the young girl's face, tickling sensually at her pert nose and passion-flushed cheeks.. .
Laurie could almost feel that massive length of swollen male flesh buried in her own throat, could almost feel those wiry pubic curls tickling her own face, and she realized that that was exactly what she had wanted last night what she wanted right now!
The pretty adolescent realized, admitted and understood now what she had refused to believe before. She rolled over onto her back and looked down at her passionately quivering breasts and saw the unmistakable proof. Her small nipple-buds were turgid, jutting out from the blood-darkened areoles of her heaving breasts like tiny pink mountain peaks.
A tender aching had begun between her involuntarily flexing thighs in spite of the revulsion she knew she should feel for her evil thoughts. She moved one hand to cover a tautly aching breast and felt the contact of her own fondling hand intensify the obscene throbbing that was building in her vagina. Her entire being quivered with a lewd arousal that spread rapidly through her body, its heat outdoing even the warmth of the sun as her thoughts avidly returned to the couple in the motel room . . .
The naked young girl was lying on her back, feet planted on the floor, with the whole plane of her black-haired pussy-slit spread open to the blond youth's lustful gaze. Then he was kneeling, slithering between those wantonly spread thighs, falling forward, fiercely crushing his lips to the girl's. Pushing up, he lapped at one excitedly stiffening nipple after the other, then licked a fiery trail down over her panting belly into her lust-dampened pubic hair, and finally stabbing his tongue deep into her uplifting cuntal mount.. .
Laurie's own hips jerked upward as if it had been her seething vagina that received that hotly stabbing tongue. A wave of shame flushed her cheeks crimson as she fought to control her passion-stimulated body. She was wildly aroused and there was no way of deluding herself that she wasn't. Oh, God . . . God . . . she needed release! Needed it desperately! Her obscene arousal was tenfold what it had been last night!
She began to massage her throbbing breast.. . slowly . . . rhythmically. Her mind blotted out all the evils she had been led to believe came from wickedly fondling her own body. There was only her passionate urgency now, her naked need for release from the intense arousal of her young quaking body.
The trembling young redhead continued to massage her breast, avoiding the desire-stiffened nipple at first. Cupping the cream-white mound in her fingers, she kneaded the translucent flesh until whirlpools of passion seethed crazily within her. Finally, she touched one achingly taut nipple with her thumb, feeling it quiver and harden with the firm contact, then began rolling the ball of her thumb back and forth across the rising nipple in her sexual frenzy.
Arching her back, she raised her curvaceous hips and red-gold pussy mound up off the smooth rock, braced her pelvis by pressing the soles of her feet against the hard granite, and spread her muscular thighs open wide to expose the fluted pink edges of her pussy. Still she massaged her wildly throbbing breast, teasing the hardening nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger until it pulsed with a life of its own.. .
In her lewd memories, the highly aroused girl was positioned in the same manner, only between her spread-eagled thighs a glistening tongue stabbed unmercifully into her squirming loins, and on her face was registered the forbidden pleasure of that lewdly plunging tongue.. .
Laurie had no such tongue, but it didn't matter. Her free hand had crept in between her wide-splayed thighs and found there the moist warm secretions from her excited vagina. Gently she slipped her middle finger into the slippery pussy-flesh and began manipulating the soft inner lips until she could feel her bud-like clitoris become rigid and tingling. The middle finger of her other hand sought and found the tiny trembling pleasure-bud, and she began to gasp in total abandonment. Her hips thrashed and her hands squeezed, one alternating between her aching nipples, the other slithering in and out of her wetly seething pussy. Faster and faster her fingers squeezed as she blanked her mind to all thoughts except last night's lust-inciting memory.. . and today's wild release . . .
CHAPTER THREE
Ken entered the main aspen grove, crossed the creek, and approached the mountain pool from upstream, picking his way carefully among the boulders as he climbed steadily upward. At the top the granite cliff dropped off sharply toward the pool, forming a vertical wall forty feet high, half of which lay beneath the pool's surface.
He stood on the cliffs edge for a moment, peering into the sparkling blue depths before attempting the nearly vertical dive, and then out of the corner of his eye he caught a movement in the grove toward the far end of the pool. Focusing his gaze there, he saw a saddled horse grazing contentedly. Scrutinizing the horse, he recognized it as one of Ned Dow's. Curious, he scanned the grove, and then the banks along the pool, thinking that perhaps Ned had sent someone from the ranch up to the line-shack with a message. Suddenly it dawned on him that he should be out mending fences and not standing up here stark naked, goofing off. Crouching low, he inched along the cliff until he reached a large boulder from which he could see but not be seen. There was no one in sight, but as he shifted into a more comfortable position a moan reached his ears above the gurgle of the stream. Thinking that perhaps the horse's rider might be injured, he crept forward and peered over the edge of the cliff.
Jesus Christ! He couldn't believe what his bloodshot eyes were actually witnessing. They roved the length of the naked red-headed girl, feasting on the delectable curves of her young voluptuous body. She lay not fifteen feet below him in a hollowed depression eroded by tons of winter runoff that had swelled the stream each spring of every year since time immemorial. As Ken stared down at the lithe young stranger he felt as if he had somehow stumbled into the Garden of Eden. Yet there was something familiar about her, something in the structure of her face. Then it came to him. Sure. He remembered now. He had asked about the chestnut, had asked why no one rode him. And he had been told that he belonged to Ned Dow's niece, Laurie. It was all clear now . . . all except what the hell she was doing up here, alone, naked . . . and finger-fucking herself!
Jesus! What a wantonly salacious sight! Her mouth was slack with desire and her eyes tightly shut as her proud young breasts rose and fell with the exertion of her writhing pelvis and madly skewering fingers. Shit! he could even see the coral slit of her cunt beneath the golden red curls trying to suck her deeply pistoning fingers inward. Ken shifted his position until he had a commanding vantage point.. . Christ! never had he enjoyed a more licentious sight that he could recall, nor had his heavily throbbing cock ever leaped into hardness any quicker than it had right at that moment. He was damned near overcome with immediate lust and he clutched at his fully erect penis as Laurie let out another sensuous moan of delight.
Goddamn . . . if it wouldn't jeopardize his job he'd go down there and bury his pounding cock in that sweet young pussy! But.. . but sure as hell she'd squeal. Oh Christ! he'd never seen such an expression of wild lust on any face, let alone one so pretty . . .
Damn! his cock was throbbing. He had to do something; his balls were churning as if they were on fire . . . ! What the hell! Now, she was squeezing her breast like crazy, waggling the hell out of her cock-hungry cunt on those frantically skewering fingers!
Christ! he couldn't stand it! His hand slipped down to his swollen cock, stroking it slowly at first, then faster, faster matching the hypnotic rhythm of the girl's own massaging fingers.
Below the sex-starved ranch-hand, the maddening and lascivious desire racing through her tingling body was more readily intoxicating than Laurie had ever imagined in her young teenage life! With an unrestrained moan, she moved the twin spheres of her uplifted buttocks in tiny searching circles, attempting to bury all of her pistoning fingers, the obscene thoughts of last evening building the tension within her to an almost unbearable peak. God, how she wished to have something besides her own fingers fucking into her! Her brain raced lewdly, filling with forbidden thoughts that had hitherto been beyond imagination. "Oooohhh . . . ooooohhh!" she sighed gutturally, her breath gushing from her lungs. "Ooooohhh Goddd!"
Ken Chester watched the red-haired girl's beautiful contorted face . . . watched the enraptured finger-fucking she was heatedly giving herself. He found his own hand stroking his cock, keeping tempo with the pretty adolescent's fingers skewering deeper and deeper into the glistening pink slit between her widespread thighs. Her probing fingers sank their full length into the depths of her soft white belly, while she rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding them against the palm of her hand like a hungry bitch in heat.
Goddamn! he was going crazy with the unbelievable sight, going crazy with the great swirls of heat that were building in his aching testicles. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he pictured them snapping upward, pushing his throbbing penis several inches farther away from the wiry curls of his pubic hair. Fuck! It was time! He was going to blow his nuts! Strangled noises forced their way up from somewhere in his throat. Soon, now . . . soon!
Nothing existed for Laurie in that moment except the delirious sensations of her hotly erupting climax. The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it could be. Every muscle in her naked young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolts of rapture spasm through her wildly gyrating loins and belly. Her buttocks flexed to rock hardness and she gurgled a wailing moan when her climaxing body unleashed in the moment she'd been striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion in the whole world, only the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her convulsing body. Pinwheels of light in kaleidoscopic colors exploded at the back of her eyes and she screamed abandonedly again wail of erotic pleasure so acute as to be painful. Following the force of her orgasm, her shaking buttocks sank back against the smooth granite and her hands stilled. She lay there beside the pool, unmoving her eyes squeezed shut and her full firm breasts rising and falling spasmodically, as sanity slowly returned to her passion-numbed brain, as the lust-provoking images of the couple on the motel carpet faded slowly away like wispy gossamers of fog . . .
"Oh, God!" Ken gasped as his hand stroked faster and faster on his heavily aching cock while he watched the lovely red-head writhe in the throes of orgasm below him. Then he was there!
The needle-like stream of white hot sperm burst from his furiously exploding balls, gushing forth in thick hot jets, spewing out away from the blood-engorged head of his cock and then falling through the still air out and over the edge of the cliff. . .
Laurie's eyes were still squeezed shut when the first drops of falling white sperm struck. Her eyes flew open and she looked incredulously at the small blob of warm liquid running off her naked belly and down her side. Plop came another. And then another. Startled, she rose on shaking legs and craned her neck upwards.
She saw something that made her heart pound wildly . . . something she could not believe! A naked man was sitting overhead on the cliff, gazing down at her exposed young form and moving his hand rapidly up and down between his legs. My God! he was actually playing with himself!
In that moment it did not occur to her that she was as guilty as he, for fear pulsed in her throat as she surveyed his deeply-tanned body and the glistening male hardness that gave one final convulsive jerk and then began deflating. She ached to run to Sniffy and ride toward the ranch as fast as the stout horse could carry her, but for some reason she was paralyzed; afraid even to breathe deeply for fear of inciting this stranger to deeds of further embarrassment and humiliation. He seemed almost insane with excitement as he ogled her nakedly standing body.
What could she possibly do now? What would he do, she wondered with fascination as the large hairy testicles dangling beneath his penis seemed to dry up before her very eyes. The towering column of flesh deflated inch by inch until it hung limply, pointing down at her, its tip oozing one final droplet.
Abruptly, she made up her mind. The sight of dripping maleness reminded her of the clear white sperm drying on her own belly, and suddenly she had to wash it off, had to cleanse her body of the embarrassment and humiliation she felt. Turning quickly toward the pool, she arched her body up and out, then fell, slicing into the cold water with barely a splash. Remaining under water, she swam powerfully until the pain in her lungs screamed for relief, then surfaced at the far end of the pool.
The depth of the pool at that point was shallow enough to stand in and as she did so, tossing her head to shake the water from her long red hair, she glanced back at the granite cliff. To her surprise she found it deserted. She began plodding through the water, then, picking her way gingerly along the rocky bottom, moving toward the shore, hoping to reach her clothes and ride away before the stranger could reappear. She had gone only a few feet, far enough that her ripely jutting young breasts were exposed above the water, when suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks.
The naked man was standing next to her clothes, his hands on his hips and a broad smile on his face as he watched her. Incredulously she stared at his handsome face and muscular body.
". . . How . . . ? " she began to sputter, then noticing his plastered down blond hair and still dripping naked body, answered her own question: "Oh . . . you beat me . . . " her voice trailed off. She turned, glancing back to the far end of the pool and the granite cliff, realizing that his soaring dive would have carried him far out into the pool and that swimming on the surface was much faster. Turning back to face him, she was suddenly enraged with the way he had outsmarted her and at his sense of obvious male superiority. A hint of authority rose in her voice as she said:
"The water's cold . . . I'd like to get out!"
"And I suppose you want me to turn my back while you get out and dress, right?" he said matter-of-factly, staring directly into her eyes.
"Yes," she answered, but some of the strength had left her tone.
"It's really a little ridiculous, isn't it? I mean," he shrugged, "after what's happened, it seems sort of.. . ludicrous. "
For several moments she remained silent, studying him. His voice had been husky and resonant with masculinity, yet somehow cheerful too. His eyes were mocking her, but they held something else as well; something deep and mysterious perhaps loneliness or hurt, as if they were not used to laughter. Laurie had been prepared to order him to leave her alone, but somehow that tone, the way he stared at her, left her speechless. She had never before been this close to a mature man without any clothes on, and the sight of his now limp, but nevertheless huge, dangling penis, made her feel something she had never felt before.
"I'm . . . embarrassed," the young girl finally admitted, still not venturing from the cold water.
"I'll tell you what," the blond stranger said, lowering his eyes to the young girl's smooth white breasts bobbing sensually on the pool's surface, their small nippled peaks blue-purple and taut from the cold water. "I'll turn my back while you dress if you'll promise not to go riding off. There are a few things that need to be explained and I'll agree to turn if you'll stay and talk awhile."
"I promise," Laurie agreed, relieved at the prospect of being allowed to safely leave the cold pool without submitting her nakedness to his intensely probing eyes. "But you'll have to put some clothes on too," she added, knowing it would be impossible to carry on an intelligent conversation while he was still nakedly exposed.
"I haven't any," he retorted, laughing easily.
"But.. . don't you wear clothes?" Laurie asked incredulously.
"Sure," he replied, laughing again. "I left them at the shack."
"What shack?" she demanded. She knew the country intimately; she had ridden for miles in every direction and there was no building of any sort anywhere near. He was lying.
"The line-shack at the head of the grove," he answered, motioning upstream.
'There's no line-shack up there," she said adamantly, pleased that she had discovered him for what he was before she had committed herself to his obviously sneaky plan.
'There is now," he said quietly, noting the rising doubt registered on her face. "Your uncle had it built to save the long ride from the ranch when fences needed mending or loose stock needed rounding up."
"W-Who are you?" Laurie stammered.
"Ken Chester, fence-mender extraordinaire, and privy to his lord higliness, Ned Dow. At your service, milady," he concluded with a stiff bow.
In a moment her self-assuredness dissolved. Now worry began creeping steadily into her thoughts. Shame and embarrassment reared their urgly heads. He worked for Uncle Ned! What if he were to tell her uncle what he had seen her doing? Oh my God! she thought. Her hand flew to her mouth.
Ken could image what was happening behind those extraordinary and suddenly very wide green eyes. She was a sexually provocative girl with spunk to boot, and he didn't want to lose the opportunity of her companionship even if it only meant someone to talk to for a little while. The days and nights for nearly four months had blended into solitary nothingness broken only by the twice-monthly treks to the ranch for supplies. Even these did not afford much opportunity for human companionship, what with the long ride in and back. He held the winning hand; it was evident. Four aces and a joker. The joker being Ned Dow. He almost laughed. What little Laurie didn't know wouldn't hurt her. If he told her uncle what he had seen, he could kiss the job and the dream of rewriting the novel in solitary surroundings good-bye. But it never hurt to press the advantage. Knight to Queen four. Checkmate!
His smile broadened. "I'll meet you at the shack, he said. "Just follow the creek to the first bend, turn south and follow the trail to the end of the grove. You can't miss it." He nodded curtly and turned on his heel.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ken met her at the door. She had dressed, pulled her wet hair back in a pony tail, securing it with a rubber band, and looked anxious. It had taken her a long time to come and he had just about given up hope when he had heard the soft clomp of the chestnut's hooves on the soft earth.
They stood together for over fifteen minutes in front of the shack, and surprisingly enough, fell into easy conversation. By the time he held the door open for her, they had both relaxed into a mutual trust of each other and had gone so far as to sketchily reveal their backgrounds.
Once inside, it took Laurie's eyes a moment to adjust to the dark interior of the room. As Ken bustled about, opening a bottle of wine she had agreed to share and setting up cups, she had an opportunity to observe her surroundings. There was a lumpy mattress in one corner of the room; one straight-backed chair in front of a fairly large hand-made table; and on the wall over a Coleman stove, she saw a small variety of cooking utensils and a lantern hanging from pegs. A feeling of momentary sympathy came over her as she realized how terribly little the man had to his name. Aside from what she had first seen, there were only a few books and an ancient typewriter, an extra pair of trousers, several shirts, a rucksack and an axe, all either on or stacked next to the table.
"As you can see, Laurie, I live simply. I don't need much out here . . . But here," he said, crossing to the table and picking up a thick sheaf of papers. "This is the story I was telling you about."
She accepted one of the cups filled three-quarters full with a deep red wine. Sipping it, she moved to the table and, still standing, began to scan the pages of Ken Chester's novel. It seemed to be well written, she thought to herself, but she was having a difficult time concentrating on the theme he was expanding in the opening chapter. Instead, her mind kept wandering, picturing over and over again the frightening but oddly stimulating spectacle of the tall blond man's huge erect penis, how he had slid his hand up and down its awesome throbbing length while he had sat on the rock above her, watching her and eagerly devouring her nakedness. So that was what men did when they were alone and not actually in bed with their wives or girl friends . . . It wasn't as if she didn't know about sexual intercourse . . . it was just. . . well there hadn't been much time to experience it. There was last night in the motel and that one time, last summer when Uncle Ned had taken her aside to explain some of the particulars about sex between wives and husbands, boys and girls. He had even allowed her to witness a number of mating sessions between the prize studs and brood mares on the ranch.
She remembered how violent and dramatic those matings had seemed to her. Her mind could hardly accept that the mares were able to accommodate the gigantic pole-like penises of the stallions, and she had pleaded with her uncle to stop everything, lest the mares be torn apart and ripped inside. Ned Dow had merely laughed, though, and said that when she was old enough, she would understand that females, whether humans or horses, enjoyed mating just as intensely as males.
"Hey, what's the matter? Is my novel so thought-provoking that you can't get past the third page?" She was startled to hear Ken's voice at her shoulder, coming from less than a foot away. He was clad in only a faded blue swim suit and his nearness sent an unsettling chill of sensation up her spine.
"Oh no, I mean yes! It's very interesting," she lied, her eyes quickly searching the page for something to talk about. "I was just wondering what this word means." She stabbed the page with her finger, indicating a word in one of the last few sentences.
"Let's see," he said, taking a step forward until his bare chest brushed against her shoulder, his right arm slipping casually around her small girlish waist to rest on her hip. She was too terrified to move, to even speak, and stood rooted hopelessly to the floor as though her riding boots had been nailed to the spot. Never in her entire life had she been this close to a strange man especially not when he was all but naked and they were alone miles from the ranch. Her upper Up began trembling against her will, and she watched with horror as he moved even closer and placed his finger next to hers on the typewritten page, gently nudging her unsteady hand aside as he spoke:
"Oh, that one . . . The word is concupiscent. It's a Latin word. It means unbridled sexual desire. You don't know much about sex, do you?" he asked, confidently tightening his hold on her willowy waist and pressing his spread hand a little more firmly against her sinuously curving hip. She could feel his warm breath quickening, playing lightly on her cheek and along the graceful line of her throat. Then, without warning, a frightened shudder seized her as she sensed a subtle jerking movement high on her hip, just about where his loins, with slowly increasing pressure, touched her side.
"No, no I don't," she muttered shakily, aware that he was cautiously inching his body up close behind her. As he moved, sliding his arm around her narrow waist, his hand rubbed softly in a suggestive circular motion. Then his other hand that had been on her trembling hip began to move the same way, until both of his hands were palm-flat on her quivering belly, just below the swell of her lush young breasts. What on earth could she do, she wondered frantically, realizing that he was powerful and could abort any attempt on her part to break away and run. And yet, in the midst of her panic she sensed a tenderness and understanding in him . . . even though it was obvious that he was more interested in her young teenage body at the moment than anything else.
She gave a little cry when at last his hands touched the bottom-most fullness of her hugely set breasts, and protesting, she strained forward against the edge of the table. This seemed to suit him, though, for he grinned and pushed his muscular body more firmly against her twisting back, the table preventing her from moving out away from him. Suddenly his hands reached up to fully cup her jutting breasts, squeezing and kneading them like delicious dough under her flimsy cotton shirt. Laurie could feel the stranger's long thick penis swelling and growing, steadily climbing like a hardening rod halfway up her back, the huge base of it grinding into her just above the crevice of her smooth young buttocks. An unknown mixture of terror and something electric, almost like pleasure, raced through every fiber of her virginal young body. She must escape she must break free and ride
Sniffy like the wind out of that canyon. And never come back!
As she writhed, pinioned ever more defenselessly between the cruel table edge and Ken Chester's lust-inflamed body, she caught a brief glimpse of the swim suit that had girdled his hips. It was in a heap on the floor next to her feet, and she knew with a fresh rush of panic that now he was completely naked. Only her own clothing separated their naked flesh! The realization sent a flurry of intensely lewd thrills racing over every inch of her goose-bumping skin, but she fought them with her mind as savagely as though she were using her thoughts like clubs. Her responsive young body was betraying her, weakening her, making her feel the new lascivious sensations that she knew were wrong, evil, and certainly dangerous.
"Oh, please, please, Mr. Chester, let me go!" she finally wailed. "I'm afraid! You mustn't do this! It's. . .it's not right!"
"What are you afraid of.. . being turned on?" he taunted, his hot breath now coming in short panting blasts as he slipped both hands under her clinging shirt and roughly jerked her brassiere up over the soft heaving mounds of her breasts. His fingers found the already hardening nipples and plucked at them, rolling and pinching them as he held her fast with his forearms clamped securely against her ribs. She felt the tiny nipple-buds tingle and leap to even greater hardness as sharp darts of pleasure and pain shot along her violently quivering nerves. Her breasts cupped in his hands, pulsed in time with her heartbeat, and she remembered anew that he was completely naked, his rigidly throbbing cock pressing against her back like a column of solid iron. Oh my God, she thought, it was almost impossible not to let go and submit to the shameful fondling of her love-starved body. Never, in all her sixteen innocent years, had she experienced such an overpowering temptation to be truly evil for the sake of pleasure.
As though he had been reading her thoughts, Ken dropped one hand from her nakedly swaying breast and with the speed and efficiency of an expert, hiked the back of her shirt up to her shoulder blades, quickly pushing forward again to grind the scorching hot length of his cock into the helpless softness of her tensing back. He did not at once return his free hand to her breast, but worked it between their struggling bodies to pull at the hooks of the now exposed brassiere strap. When he succeeded in loosening the skimpy white brassiere, she gasped aloud as she felt his hand yank the partially unbuttoned shirt and brassiere off her shoulder, then bend back her arm so that they could be slipped down to her elbow. The remaining buttons on the bottom of her shirt gave, popping off, and she struggled with all her dwindling strength as he pulled the sleeve and shoulder strap over the crook of her arm and finally from the clenched ball of her fist. Suddenly he made a half step back and, with one swift movement, stripped the hanging shirt and brassiere from her other arm, tearing from her lushly formed body the last vestige of modesty.
She stood there quaking, a sob rising to her throat, as she heard him step back even farther. An admiring glint was in his eyes as he examined the half-naked young girl's beautiful back, her thick red hair gently cascading over her shoulders.
"All right, Laurie, turn around," he ordered quietly, an unexpected calmness in his deep masculine voice. His tone caught her off balance and she obediently followed his command, her head down so that their eyes would not meet. Ken's eyes drank hungrily from the sensual perfection of the voluptuous form before him. She was even more lovely up close, her adolescent breasts prematurely full and succulent, the dark pink nipples unusually large.
Jesus, he wanted to fuck her, right then and there, and take his fill of her never-before-touched charms. And he was certain he could, too, since she was slowly beginning to respond with the unmistakable passion of a highly sexed female. But she was young and had to be handled intelligently, and not like some full-blown slut. Another day or two, he decided, and she would be coming to him voluntarily for the bliss of her deflowering.
Waves of confusion, and even a tinge of disappointment, swarmed through Laurie's brain. In one way, the feeling that he was no longer attacking her was comparable to being rejected, and this was even more humiliating than what she had just been through while pinned against the table. What was wrong with her, she wondered, stooping automatically to retrieve her clothes from the floor while she had the chance. Yet she did not dress right away and continued to stand there, regarding Ken Chester's magnificent male body with a look of near regret in her eyes. She saw that his heavily-veined penis was now only semi-hard, jutting out and slightly downward to one side.
"I don't understand what happened today," she breathed, leaning forward to drop the swollen softness of her breasts into the brassiere cups. Reaching behind her, she fastened the hooks but did not move to don her shirt. Somehow it seemed ridiculous to cling so tightly to her modesty now. Twice today, he had seen her breasts once, all of her, though from a distance and moments before he had feverishly caressed her struggling body. And even though she had been terrified within an inch of her life, she could hardly deny that his passionately invading hands had set her impressionable girlish nerves afire with the beginnings of what she guessed would have ultimately been the purest ecstasy. And there still burned in her rocking brain the memory of his stiffened rod of male flesh, those sperm-bloated testicles hanging heavily beneath it a memory she would not soon forget. Still, unaccountably, she experienced the sting of rejection, the sense of fear that in his eyes she was not really desirable.
"Listen, Laurie," he began, as though once again interpreting her thoughts, "I want you to know how fond I am of you. You're truly a gorgeous girl practically a woman, except for the fact that no woman is still a virgin and I respect you enough not to force you to . . . to be a real woman." His last words were delivered as he walked around her to pick up a pair of sun-bleached jeans from the small stack of clothes on the floor next to the table. As if to shield her eyes from the sight of his nakedly exposed penis, he turned away from her to thread his feet through the trouser-legs, at last facing her again when he had finished dressing.
"I like you too, Mr. Chester.. . Ken," she blurted, not fully comprehending the words she spoke. Blushing, she added: "But why can't a virgin be a woman, a real woman? I already think of myself as a woman . . . a young woman, yes, but a woman."
"Being a woman isn't just a matter of age or attitude," he explained with an air of patient sagacity. "It takes a man, after all is said and done, to make a woman. Remember that.. . But I think you'd better be starting home now. I hear the wind rising, and that could mean that there's another storm."
"Okay, Ken, my uncle will be worrying about me anyway." She took up her shirt and hastily got into it, not bothering to tuck the tails into her jeans. She wanted only to get away, to think over what had happened, and yet she was also inexplicably reluctant to leave without being certain of his real attitude toward her, woman or not. She bestowed upon him the trace of a smile as she moved toward the door, but he closed the distance between them with two long strides, snaking his brawny arms around her and drawing her tenderly to his chest. Laurie sighed and arched her back to receive the poignant, lingering kiss he placed directly on her lush moist lips.
"I'll be seeing you," he called to her as she mounted Sniffy and pivot-reined him around to face the canyon exit. Although she neither confirmed nor objected to his assumption that she would return, there was a thoughtful smile on her face as she rode out of sight of the line-shack.
CHAPTER FIVE
A light snore escaped Ned Dow's lips as Laurie watched him sleeping heavily in the master bedroom of the main ranch house. After her return from White Chief Canyon, she had tiptoed up to her room, showered and changed into fresh clothes, then gone in search of her uncle to offer an alibi for having arrived home so late. Now she was thankful to find him asleep, laughing softly at herself for having forgotten, during the months at school, that it was his habit to nap for an hour or so after lunch. She crept stealthily out of the room and returned to her own, already relishing the opportunity she would have to relive the events of that peculiar day in private.
Back in her room, she undressed, pausing now and again to view herself in the full-length mirror on the wall next to her vanity table. Not that she was vain, it was simply that now the luscious lines and contours of her young female curves had become important to her through Ken Chester's appreciative eyes. There was no mistaking that he openly admired her female charms, actually drooled while gazing at her naked young breasts and the firm tantalizing swell of her buttocks. And for once, looking at herself realistically, she began to understand the magnetic attraction her young body had for a man.
After all, Ken Chester was a man, a real man, handsome and lonely. But most of all, she was disturbed by his remarks of what it took to be a woman. She remembered his words explicitly: That no virgin was really a woman, and he had said that only a man could transform a girl into a woman. There had been a note of contempt in his voice when he had said the word girl, and now she found herself smarting at the thought that he regarded her as a mere girl.
For several months now, she had sensed that she was entering into a new cycle in her life. Her rapidly developing young body was playing tricks on her, sexual tricks, and often she woke in the morning with an exciting moisture between her heated thighs.
Now she visualized Ken Chester's naked body as she had seen it that day at the pool. She thought especially of his long thick penis, seeing it swollen and erect from a distance, and later feeling it pressed like a scalding staff against her smooth naked back. Until today she had not permitted her thoughts to wander to sex, but now she recalled with exciting clarity every detail of his lust-engorged penis and the semen-bloated testicles beneath it. She was actually enjoying these lewd pictures in her mind and feared the intrusion of a single thought or idea which might inhibit them, turn them into painful instruments of shame and guilt. Before her death, Laurie's mother had instilled in the pretty young girl a sense of decorum that had successfully blocked out any specific imaginings about sex.
Now, however, her imagination was opening up and she was able to drift gradually into sleep, the deep, languorous sleep of limpid sensuality.
* * *
"So you rode up into the Chiquitas today, eh? Well, I'm sure as hell glad you had enough sense to high-tail it home before the storm hit," said Ned Dow to his niece that evening at dinner. Ned Dow was a bear of a man, well over six feet tall, and his every movement, as well as the booming sound of his voice, conveyed an impression of hugeness. Although Laurie had never been really afraid of him, her love of the man was tempered with a solid respect for his sheer size and the authority with which he handled the affairs of the ranch.
"Yes, Uncle Ned, I had a dandy ride," she responded, smiling happily as she once again thanked her lucky stars for his habit of sleeping after lunch. Then she sat for a moment staring at her empty plate with wide eyes, wondering if she dare tell him about meeting Ken Chester at the pool. Her uncle might question her about the details of the encounter, and she was not certain that she could lie successfully. After a moment, an alternative topic for conversation came to mind her uncle's prize stallion who had not been rounded up with the other stock spooked by a bear two nights ago.
"Say, Uncle Ned, did you get a lead on the black stallion yet?" Laurie asked, her interest kindled at the thought of the virile black stud.
"It's just as Hank told you, he saw his tracks leading down into Boggy Canyon. But he's tough and can stand conditions that would kill an ordinary horse in nothing flat. . . How come you're all of a sudden so interested in that ornery stud? You're supposed to be concernin' yourself with books and the English language. That's why I'm payin' through the nose to send you to a good school, because you've got your mother's brains and can make sense out of things."
Laurie's bright face lit up with an affectionate smile and she reached across the table to squeeze her uncle's massive forearm. "How do you know I'm not planning to write a book about horses?" she said mockingly, her green eyes ripening with glee at having posed a question that she knew he could not answer. She frequently delighted in drawing him out this way, knowing that his male pride would rear up and cause him to launch lengthy explanations for the questions he asked.
This time, however, he merely grunted and leaned forward slightly to stare unflinchingly into her eyes. After what seemed an eternity, his gaze dropped to the taut white material of the blouse stretched to the breaking point by her ripely budding breasts. She had seen him stare at her that way before many times since her parents' deaths, and had never known what to make of it. But this time, so soon after the eventful encounter with Ken, the lewd meaning behind his glinting eyes became clear. He was thinking of her sexually!
"Okay, love, you've got me I don't know whether or not you're planning to write a book. But I can guess that you're not." His gruff voice, normally loud, was quieter and almost quavered with male emotion. "As a matter-of-fact, that black stud might just interest you the way a healthy man interests a healthy woman . . . That ornery black bastard might just make you think of yourself as female. Hell, you're old enough to start thinkin' that way . . . Ain't nothin' wrong with thinkin' of yourself as a woman."
"Uncle Ned!" the astonished sixteen year old flushed, embarrassed and a little amazed at the possibility that her uncle might be right. There did seem to be some sort of weird link between her musings about the stallion and whatever notions she had about herself as a female . . . But, there was something, some connection she failed to understand. Since that encounter in the dark interior of Ken Chester's cabin, she had found it nearly impossible to think of the blond ranch-hand's caresses without soon thinking of the fierce stallion! Was the horse a kind of sexual symbol in her young, inexperienced mind?
Then, as they sat there in silence, she was shocked to discover that even in her childhood she had somehow compared her uncle to the black stallion she had watched mount and furiously ram his "cock" into the brood mares.
"Hell, girl!" the big man roared in his accustomed voice, his eyes twinkling and familiar again. "Despite your momma's bein' a lady and all she taught you, you're still female and just as full of natural hankerings as anyone else. I'm only try in' to get you to realize it. It ain't wrong to think about sex . . . and any time you want to come to me . . . to talk about it. . . you can feel free to. You understand?"
"Of course, Uncle Ned, but about the stallion . . . " Her voice trailed off with the uncertainty of what she was going to say next to the towering man across the table.
"Besides that," he barked, "it's no damned secret that you're already equipped with more than enough of what it takes to be a hot little item in the right man's bed. All right, I know this sounds mighty bold to you, but don't be silly and bolt before you stop to mull over what I'm sayin' . . . If something happened I mean if you happen to get in a dither and land up under some good-lookin' boy for Christ's sake don't get caught and come home in foal. If you're gonna have fun, be careful, that's all."
"Okay, Uncle Ned, if that ever happens, I'll remember what you've said." Then, changing the subject for her own relief, she asked if he would mind if she spent most of the following day riding Sniffy up in the Chiquita's.
"Sure, go ahead," Ned Dow said benevolently. "That's what vacations are for . . . Just be careful of snakes and storms, that's all I ask."
"I'll be careful," she assured. "Who knows, maybe if I ride along quietly and keep in the shadows, I'll catch sight of the stallion."
"Maybe," he said as he drained off the glass of beer that he always had with dinner, no matter what the fare. Laughing, he added: "But don't let that black stallion catch you. You never can tell, he might work up a yen for a pretty girl like you." His statement provoked a shudder in her, a tremor caused as much by a dark fear as by tiny instinctive surges of lewd fascination with her uncle's warning.
Later, as she prepared for bed, Laurie took extra care at brushing her hair and even spent the better part of an hour manicuring her nails. There was no sense kidding herself: She definitely planned on riding up to Ken Chester's cabin the next day. He would probably think that her appearance there was a blatant invitation for more of what had happened today. And perhaps that would not be far from wrong; she was not exactly sure of her motives for wanting to see him again. One thing she knew, even if he was older than she, and a complete stranger, she could not tolerate his thinking of her as a mere girl!
CHAPTER SIX
Everything was going wrong. Laurie had risen at seven o'clock the next morning, showered, dressed in brand new riding clothes, had a hearty breakfast, and had gone out with a high heart to saddle up Sniffy. But on the way to the corral she met Hank, the ranch foreman, and learned that most of the riding stock had been spooked by the bear again. The high-strung horses had panicked and broken out of the corral as well as several stalls reserved for the family's private mounts. Sniffy was one of those missing. Later, to make matters worse, her uncle had forbidden her to leave the ranch under any circumstances, even on another mount, until the weather cleared up.
It was not until nearly noon, several hours after she had sulked off to her room to read and contemplate her rotten luck, that Ned Dow knocked on the door to her bedroom and asked if she was presentable.
"Okay, love, don't fret," he grinned as he entered and stopped at the foot of her bed. "The boys brought in most of the horses. Sniffy's in his stall, and I've heard on the radio that the weather's clearing for a few days. So go on out and find that goddamned black stallion, but mind me, if you're not back here before dark, I'll ground your sexy little hind end for the rest of the summer. Is it a deal?"
Jumping up from the bed with an expression of astonished relief, Laurie ran to the big man, hugged him, and flew out the door without a single word.
Ned Dow stood rooted to the floor of Laurie's bedroom for several minutes. His face was flushed and a tingling sensation warmly spread in his loins. He felt hot all over. Damn! he thought. Laurie's getting to big to hug me like that.
The places where her firmly ripened young breasts had pressed against his barrel chest felt as if they had been seared with one of his own red-hot branding irons, and his stiffening cock strained in his jeans where it had made contact with the resilient swell of her warm-fleshed thighs. It was time to go to town, he thought.
Time to get himself a woman!
* * *
Out by the corral the ranch's foreman, Hank Woods, had similar thoughts as he watched Laurie swing into the saddle, stretching her riding pants taut over her enticingly rounded ass-cheeks. For several years now, he had watched Ned Dow's niece change from a gangling adolescent into a lush young woman. Many a summer night he had lain in the bunk house imagining what that ripe young body looked like naked, but fear of losing his job and respect for Ned Dow prevented him from going beyond the boundaries of those lewd imaginings. Nevertheless, if he was presented with a safe opportunity, there was no doubt in his mind that he would take advantage of it.
A possibility of just such an opportunity had occupied his thoughts several times during the past summer; watching Laurie carefully, he had noted that on many occasions she had returned from her "rides" with her hair damp from swimming, and he had concluded that she did so au naturel.
A thought suddenly struck him. Was it possible that she planned just that today? Damned right it was possible! he thought as he watched her guide the big chestnut along the bank of the lake. Suddenly, he made up his mind.
"Hey, Mike!" he shouted to the nearest ranch-hand who was mucking out one of the horse stalls. "Saddle my horse. I think I'll go see if I can't track down that ornery stallion."
* * *
The ride across the meadow and up into the Chiquita Range had been easy, Laurie thought as she and Sniffy entered the mouth of the small aspen-dotted canyon. Her heart was thumping crazily in anticipation of facing Ken, and it was all she could manage to keep from turning around to avoid the dreaded confrontation, one she realized could drastically change the course of her life. However, instead of fleeing, she urged Sniffy into a trot" to hasten her arrival and so cut short her rapidly mounting anxiety. She rode around the last bend and up to the clearing in front of the cabin with her jaw set, her face as expressionless as that of a truly brave man climbing the steps to the gallows.
Reining Sniffy to a stop, the young red-head dismounted and looked about the place for some sign of the ranch-hands presence. Good Lord, what if, after all her crazy dread and lewd anticipation, he was not to be found?
Just then her ears picked up the sound of a typewriter clicking away inside the cabin, a sound that both relieved and frightened her. Checking the last-minute impulse to sneak away and come another time when she was more self-assured, she strode briskly up to the door and rapped lightly. As there was no response from within, she knocked harder and more insistently. Suddenly the door flew open and there was Ken, dressed in shorts, an expression of surprise on his face changing to obvious pleasure when he recognized her. Saying nothing, he stood back and waved his hand inward in a flourish of invitation.
"I-I hope you don't mind my stopping by for a moment," Laurie stammered in embarrassment, her courage suddenly changing to doubt. "I was just riding by." The knowing smile that flooded his face triggered her own smile, and in the next instant they both were bent double with laughter, sharing the unspoken joke. When their chuckles subsided, Ken took her arm and led her to the chair in front of the table.
"All right, my little mountain nymph, sit down and tell me all about where you were going.. . when you just happened to drop by for a minute." He was still beaming widely as he ran his eyes up and down her voluptuous form, drinking in every curve and swell of her youthful anatomy just as he had the day before.
"To tell you the truth," Laurie giggled, "I wanted to talk about your novel. . . It's really veddy, veddy serious, you know, and I think it needs some important changes to make it worthwhile to your readers."
"I think you need an important change, Laurie. I think you need to be changed from a girl to a woman. Don't you agree?" he asked, his voice a mixture of spoof and sincerity. She knew what he was talking about, of course, but could not bring herself to openly acknowledge that she knew what he meant, attempting instead to divert him by pointing to the typewriter and saying:
"I heard you typing. Are you working on something new?" But he ignored her tactic and held his eyes fiercely locked on her lush young form, undressing her with his mind as she squirmed uncomfortably in the crude chair. It was a showdown, she decided, to see if she could hold up a test he had devised. But his facial features were all too convincingly tense, as though they had been drawn tight by wires under the surface of the skin, to permit her to relax in the belief that he was simply exploring the extent of her courage.
"Laurie, it's true, isn't it, that yesterday was the first time you ever saw a man with his cock hard?" He paused for a moment, allowing his obscene words to sink in, to register fully in the delicious redheaded nymph's mind. Then, lowering his voice an octave, he went on: "And you thought about my cock last night, didn't you, Laurie? You thought of what it would be like to touch it and have it inside you . . . to become a woman."
"Ken Mr. Chester you shouldn't.. . you mustn't say such things," she whispered, turning her face away to hide the pink glow of humiliation that she felt coloring her cheeks.
"DIDN'T YOU!? " he insisted, advancing a step.
"Yes . . . yes, I did," she admitted in a barely audible voice, "but I didn't want to . . . I-I couldn't help it. It-it just happened. It was the first time . . . Yes, you're right, it was something I'd never seen before and yes, I couldn't help but think of what it's really like . . . to touch." She was further humiliated by the guilty admission she was making and wanted somehow to disappear between the narrow cracks in the plank floor. Her mind was filled with regret as she wished she could unsay everything and undo these last two days just be the innocent bookworm she had been back at school, before vacation.
Ken came another step closer and was standing beside the chair, but she was too psychologically beaten to be put on her guard by his hovering nearness. She did not even flinch when he placed his tanned hand on her shoulder and began to massage it, gently and with sympathetic tenderness. Sensing his softness, she nuzzled her head against his hand and was pleased with its comforting warmth, its strength and the puzzling warm glow of satisfaction that came from the physical contact between them.
"You know, honey," Ken said almost matter-of-factly as he moved his big hand slowly from her narrow shoulder to trace his fingertips lightly teasingly over the fragile freckled skin at the base of her slender throat, "I think you came back here today to discover what it is to be a woman. And I'm glad you did, for my own sake, because I've been yearning for a woman . . . especially a delicious young woman like you. You're lucky, too, that you have someone like me to break you in right. Otherwise, you probably would've gotten your first fucking from some clumsy high school kid . . . some punk who wouldn't know even the basics, let alone the fine points, of fucking."
Laurie winced inwardly at his use of the obscene word, a word not even her uncle used in front of her. Her mind was adrift with confusing thoughts that would not focus. And she could not stop the sudden tingling warmth that the ever more daring explorations of his stroking fingertips were creating in the pit of her stomach. His hand had half disappeared down the open "vee" of her still-buttoned blouse, and now he was inserting two fingers in the deep cleavage between her closely-spaced breasts. Still seated, she was positioned so that his loins were less than a foot from her face as he stood before her, and she watched fascinated as his cock began to steadily swell and jerk under the restraining fabric of his shorts.
The young virgin sat motionless, completely frozen as he unbuttoned her blouse with one hand and reached under her hair with the other, his fingers again playing a light tracing game along the nerves at the top of her spine, causing tiny shivers of delight to run over her back like invisible insects. Meanwhile, he deftly peeled the blouse from her shoulders and, with the hand at the back of her neck, pushed her forward so that he could slip the flimsy blouse down her arms and off.
"Stand up, honey, I want to kiss you," he said huskily, taking her bare arms to help her to her feet, then crushing her to him for an endlessly fevered kiss that flattened and bruised her full sensuous lips. He was becoming impatient now, she knew, and his lengthening cock throbbed like a thick wild nerve against her belly. Her own senses were reeling as well, dangerously close to the edge, the point of no return, her wide-open eyes showing a mixture of feelings fear and humiliation and irresistible lewd pleasure. She felt her arms encircle his heavily-muscled back as though they had a will of their own, clasping him in a passionate embrace with a burst of strength that she never knew she had.
Finally, long moments later, Ken disengaged himself from her and stepped back, his fingers working frantically at the fly of his shorts. He slid them off his hips and down to his knees, his long thick cock springing into view and quivering like a wild animal suddenly released from its cage. Laurie uttered a little cry at the sight of the incredibly huge penis her heart skipping several beats as she stared in awe at the menacing rod of flesh with its expanding blood-engorged head. She had never seen anything so formidable, had never believed that a man could put anything so thick and long into a woman without killing her.
Ken knew what she was thinking, exactly the same thing other women in his amorous past had thought when they first caught sight of the size of his penis. Bending over, he slipped the shorts over his feet and turned to face her with a lewd grin on his lips and slowly began to stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of his desire-hardened cock back and forth. Seeing the shock register on her face, he smiled, obviously enjoying the cruel torment he was subjecting her to.
"What do you think of that, Laurie?" he asked, a faint lewd glint growing in his eyes like an ember glowing in the fire. "I'll bet your little boy friends don't have anything like that to run between your legs.. . Okay, honey, it's time you got undressed so we can get down to business."
Obediently, as though mesmerized, the young girl responded to his command and stepped back, without looking, to sit in the room's solitary chair. After she had struggled out of her boots and socks, she rose and unzipped the fly of her riding britches, squirming as she tugged them down over her firmly curving hips. She was wearing skimpy white bikini panties, and Ken felt his cock lurch even tauter when he beheld the faint line of red-gold pubic hair running up to a point on her enticingly rounded little belly. The snaps of her lacy white brassiere came next and she heard him mutter faintly as she lowered her hands from her back and shrugged out of the garment, her softly mounded white breasts bursting free in the air. Laurie stood trembling in fear and anticipation as he dropped to his knees in front of her, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her silk panties and pulling them slowly down over the smooth young curves of her buttocks, at last letting the skimpy panties drop at her feet like a deflated parachute.
She was completely naked!
Still trembling, she stood before him like an innocent Aphrodite about to be sacrificed on the altar of love, her flawlessly smooth skin glowing with whiteness in the dim light. Ken remained on his knees in front of her, panting like a bull about to charge toward a conquest. Suddenly he moved forward, grasping her resilient young ass-cheeks with both hands, and she felt his lips pressing wetly into the naked flesh of her belly. The unexpected hot contact sent chills of excitement racing through her naked body and her blood began to burst in her veins like tiny needle-points of fire. The surprise of his touch caused her to sway precariously and she automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to keep from toppling over. Mistaking this as encouragement, Ken dropped his mouth to the little hillock of her pussy, spreading the sparse red pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue into the wetly moistened split of her vagina, his tongue coming into electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris.
Then, walking on his knees, he guided her backwards toward the lumpy mattress waiting in the corner. Moving as though floating, Laurie finally felt the edge of the bed catch her mid-calf and she sprawled flat on her back, her long legs flying invitingly open as she fell. He leaped forward and pinned her in that position as she struggled in vain to roll away to the far side of the bed. But he was adamant and clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her violently quivering thighs and held her fast.
Legs splayed far apart and eyes now opened wide in a sudden panic, the virginal teenager attempted to scream, to plead with him, but managed only a dry-throated gurgling sound. She had suddenly changed her mind, but now she was hopelessly trapped and at his mercy, and she knew that he could take her anyway he wanted to. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs, grinning up at her between her firm young breasts like a hungry animal preparing to devour its helplessly resisting victim. The moist pink flesh of her vagina was exposed to his leering face like an offering to the gods as she lay petrified on the mattress, her heart beating like a runaway locomotive, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in greedy anticipation of the naked young feast spread before him. Even in her fear of the forbidden act he was committing, Laurie was amazed at the dramatic satanic change that had come over her uncle's ranch-hand. He had changed from a gentle and considerate man to a sex-hungry beast in less than five minutes!
Her thoughts still muddled, the frightened red-head felt him place his palms flat against the inner softness of her fearfully quivering thighs, his thumbs resting on the tender fleshy outer lips of her cunt. Then with a slow torturing outward movement, Ken drew the now slightly pulsating lips apart and submitted the wet pink slit to his merciless gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with a low groan, dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue like a long slippery snake into the warm confines of her helplessly throbbing cuntal lips. Immediately she bucked upwards, a girlish moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks frantically ground down into the mattress as she tried to elude the depraved assault on her virginal pussy-flesh.
"Oooooh, pleeese! Ooooh!" she whimpered pitifully as he wormed his tongue ferociously into her tiny pulsating vaginal mouth. She had lifted her head up off the mattress and was peering down between her nakedly swaying breasts, watching him in astonishment and disbelief, her adolescent mind unable to fully fathom the sensuous feelings rippling through her virginal young body. And still his head rocked up and down as he licked and sucked at her defensively cringing young cunt, tasting the rising female secretions that were beginning to mingle with his own saliva.
"God no, it can't be happening like this," she groaned over and over to herself in wonder and humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue flicked in and out of her involuntarily dilating cuntal lips. Yet despite her horror at the terrible things being done to her nakedly exposed vagina, sudden wisps of shameful pleasure began to rise in her sensitive nerves.
Her arms lay tensed at her sides as her naked white young breasts began to quiver from the buffeting of his head lodged obscenely between her splayed-open thighs. His hands climbed up over the soft white flatness of her belly and harshly seized the cream-white flesh of the twin mounds, his fingers rolling the pebble-hard nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked maddeningly in wet determination at the virginal tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching with satanical delight the humiliating contortions of her face through the deep valley of her wildly dancing breasts.
Laurie lay paralyzed in defenseless submission to the ravenous outrage her naked young cunt was being subjected to. There was nothing she could do, and he was defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination. She was losing the battle she was waving with her passion-confused mind against the traitorous sensations of obscene pleasure that were rapidly possessing her. She was catching fire; her cheeks and throat were rosy, as though touched with rouge, and it gave her an inflamed look which matched the unseeing character of her lust-glazed eyes. As new waves of lascivious pleasure washed through her, she moaned, stretching and placing her arms behind her head, pushing back the tousle of red hair which was lit by a watery shaft of light streaming in the window.
Ken's eyes were still fastened on Laurie's shamefully contorted face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her thumb-spread vagina. Chuckling like a demented devil, he brought his hands down from her knees, his broad shoulders and muscular upper arms prying her legs even farther apart. He pushed them up and over her naked young body so that her knees were crushed into her breasts, exposing the entire flat plane of her moistening loins to his lust-maddened eyes. This will surprise the little bitch, he grinned to himself, flicking the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered hole of her anus nestled provocatively just below the moist cuntal opening.
"Oh God, no, no, don't! Noooo!" she begged, trying desperately to wiggle her buttocks away from the hot invading tongue licking without mercy at her vulnerably exposed anus. But he continued the lewd attack, not hearing, not caring as he stabbed into her elastically contracting rectum. Laurie was out of her mind, fighting and yet involuntarily reacting to the delicious growth of forbidden pleasure caused by the unnatural invasion, her buttocks screwing back against her will at the darting tongue. Suddenly nothing else counted, nothing but the obscene spasms of ecstasy that made her jerk and writhe around like some wanton slut aching to get her fill of sex.
"Okay, honey, now it's time to make you a real woman," he rasped, climbing hurriedly up to hover over her prostrate form, grinning obscenely at her as he reached out with both hands and once more grasped her heaving breasts, using them like handles to lever himself all the way up onto the crude bed.
Then, removing one hand, he reached down between her flailing legs and felt the soft protective folds of delicate young flesh surrounding her virginally tight cunt. His fingers searched almost patiently for a moment, and then found their moistened quarry, making her flinch and the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks clench tightly together, imprisoning his hand between her gripping thighs. Ken swore and pushed his hand forward to break the vise-like lock that her girlish thighs had on him, giving one rude push with his forearm.
Laurie felt the last of her failing strength, born of sudden fear and desperation, give way. She trembled uncontrollably, biting her lip in a vain attempt to drown out the pain as his middle finger wormed its way up into the now wet and open cuntal entrance. The finger moved around inside her in steadily widening circles, inching deeper and deeper up into her fearfully quivering belly. Finally, with a slight pop of the thin membrane of her maidenhead, his steadily probing finger slipped up into her all the way past the second knuckle. She opened her mouth to scream from the flash of pain, but nothing came. Instead, she groaned exhaustedly, jerking her head to one side on the mattress and closing her eyes to escape his excitedly leering gaze. Surprisingly the pain was already ebbing away.
The trembling sixteen year old was even more amazed at herself when she unquestioningly followed Ken's orders to spread her legs. All this was unreal it was a dream, a nightmare of carnality, she thought as she opened her eyes cautiously to watch the ranch-hand take his long thick cock and place the distended head at the tiny pink mouth of her cuntal lips. Oh my God, she cringed, it was too big! He would never fit! She would be torn in two!
"Hold on, baby, I'll try to take it easy," he said the maniacal sneer still on his face as he began to slowly rotate the cock-head around the tiny elastic-like opening of her cunt, parting the sparse red-gold pubic hair to grant himself easier access. Then, with a gentleness she did not expect, he began to apply pressure, the soft fleshy pussy lips spreading easily as the tip of the huge thrusting cock barely penetrated her. Again, he pressed forward, slowly, gently, against the warm fleshy resistance, until she felt the first pangs of pain searing through her helplessly spread body. She nearly lost consciousness as the agonizing pressure built. Another lust-thickened inch sank in, and then another, cruelly stretching the tight little opening until Laurie was convinced that she would die from the pain.
Suddenly he thrust his hips forward, no longer caring, sending his long glistening cock sliding up into her small virginal cunt with a roaring anger, pushing the soft resisting flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it, driving deeply into her, not stopping until his cum-bloated balls smacked like a resounding gunshot against the upturned cheeks of her naked buttocks. She was left gasping for breath, her eyes opened wide, her mouth slack, her face now bloodless as she suffered hopelessly beneath this cruel monster of a man.
"Aaaaagghhh! Ooooh Goddd! Noooo!" she screamed at last, feeling certain that she was dying, her no longer innocent vagina ripped into what must be a thousand tiny shreds. She had never been so filled by anything in her life . . . nothing had ever been such torture.
The rangy ranch-hand lay still for a moment, soaking the entire throbbing length of his massive cock in the moistly ravaged channel. Laurie also lay immobile, hoping that her stillness would alleviate the pain. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh on his deeply embedded penis, and when he began flexing it inside her, she cried out in vain protest, her brain a seething mass of white-hot fire and helpless incoherency. Reflexively, she tensed her inner thigh muscles tightly together in an attempt to ease the steady onward invasion of the huge staff, but the throb and contraction of her tight young pussy walls served only to taunt the probing penis more.
Then, pulling her closer to him, he forced his swollen hardness even deeper up into her painfully straining belly. She could feel the hard blunt head nudging against the cushiony tip of her cervix, radiating unwanted jolts of burning pain deep into her womb. Again he flexed the huge bulbous head at the end of his buried cock, this time withdrawing it halfway from her clasping vagina, forcing her to utter a choking sound as her tight pink cuntal flesh clenched defensively around the hardened male pole.
Gradually he eased forward again, then out, steadily lengthening the stroke. She felt him begin a steady pumping motion, driving all the way in and almost all the way out, the now thinly-stretched cuntal lips pulling out on the backstroke, then virtually submerging inside her own lewdly swallowing cunt as they clung to the ramming cock on the in-stroke.
Ken knew now that she would soon be on the verge of total surrender; even she realized that she could not escape the inevitable. She was his slave, this sixteen year old girl who had dared to give into her lascivious curiosity and had come back to his cabin to play with fire.
Glancing down at the granite-hard rod of flesh filling her to the bursting point, he saw the traces of bright virginal blood blending with her cuntal secretions, shining like victory on the visible portion of his heavily throbbing penis as he withdrew it in preparation for another deep hard lunge into her dilated young pussy. Yes, now she knew how foolish it was to play games with a real man, especially a lonely, womanless man.
The subjugated teenager's body began to react as the pain lessened with each loud smack of his balls against her naked buttocks. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd feelings of desire coursing hotly through her veins. She had lost in her struggle against the obscene sensations, and even the thought of her total submission sent fresh thrills running salaciously through her. She began to bask in the rhythm of Ken Chester's lust-thickened cock skewering into her without mercy, her whole naked young body writhing and twitching shamelessly beneath him.
The blond ranch hand began breathing faster, gulping for air, as the tempo of his thrusts increased to that of maniacal frenzy, his heavy-lidded eyes filming in his sexual ecstasy. The insanity of animal lust raged in his hard-slamming loins and he was aware of nothing else in the world but the fact that a full-bodied teenage girl was passionately responding to his fucking, writhing and turning in ecstasy beneath him. Spurred on by Laurie's pitching body and the way she had begun to kick with her heels against his back, he dug more deeply into her, pinning her to the mattress, restricting her movements until she thought she would go thoroughly mad unless she could move freely with him.
With every solid forward lunge, Ken jarred her entire naked young body, pushing her toward the wall. He felt his own head touch the wooden surface and automatically raised himself over her in a push-up position, his hands dropping from her jiggling breasts to seize her ankles and pry them farther apart. His sun-bronzed body was now a ball of uncontrolled passion, unleashing itself completely against the squirming, tender flesh beneath him.
He could feel his heated cock growing rapidly thicker and thicker deep up in her young quivering belly, and ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flashing across his contorting facial features. Never had he fucked anything this young before, nothing this innocent and tender and helpless, and it was goading him on to heights of lustful savagery unknown even to him. His thickly inflating cock ached and throbbed as it never had before.
"How do you like it baby?. . . Do you like . . . my big cock . . . fucking . . . into your cunt?" he managed to ask, spitting out the words between gulping breaths as he delivered a series of extra hard strokes between her widespread legs, wanting to weaken her completely to his overpowering will, in mind as well as in body.
"I.. . oh, yes," she hissed, ashamed of admitting it and humiliated by his crudeness . . . yet afraid of offending him lest she lose the bliss of having his massive penis pounding into her throbbing vagina.
"Then say it.. . Say you like . . . my big cock," he snarled contemptuously, still panting.
"I like it.. . it's beautiful.. . " she hedged, unable to say what he wanted.
"Goddamnit! Say it!"
"Ooooh, no, no, I can't," she cried, a pleading look in her lust-glazed green eyes. "I can't say . . . such things . . . Please don't make me!"
She fought with all the strength and courage of her young years to muster the lewd words he wanted, demanded of her to say. But it was impossible.. . at least she thought so until suddenly he stopped pumping into her and she groaned at the loss of the wonderful new sensations.
"Say it!" he snarled.
"Oh yes, yess, I love.. . your big cock fucking me . . . fucking me . . . filling my . . . my cunt," she finally gasped, lifting her smooth white loins up to receive the delicious reward of his deep thrusts again. She was ashamed, but not enough to refuse him, not enough to forfeit the joy of having his massive male cock thrusting inside her a joy that she wondered how she had lived without until now!
He did not disappoint her, but renewed his forceful fucking with even more zest and impassioned wildness than before. Then, pulling her back to the center of the mattress, he reached down and cupped the twin half-moons of her rounded white buttocks, stretching them obscenely apart as faint mewls of servile acceptance groaned from her chest in breathless torrents. Her face wrung with craving, her mouth fell open, neck straining, nostrils flaring, a light sweat breaking out on her brow, passing tendrils of her long flailing red hair to her temples.
Ken slaved over his boss' voluptuous niece, xas hypnotized as she was by the lewd cadence of his semen-bloated balls slapping against the unprotected crevice of her buttocks. He smiled to himself at the thought of further conquering this little teenage bitch toiling wildly beneath him, and slid his fingers over the taut skin of her gyrating buttocks, finding the tiny tight-ringed anal opening where it puckered and worked in obscene rhythm to his pistoning cock.
Her unprotected anus was soft, warm and forbidden, and he quickly pushed into it with an extended middle finger, surprising her just as he had with his tongue. The soft rubbery flesh yielded and his finger slowly slipped inside. Her cries of protest and subjugation gradually changed to moans of licentious pleasure as her tiny virginal rectum became accustomed to the forbidden explorations of his spearing finger. A diabolical smile crossed his face as he felt her begin screwing her buttocks back on his sodomizing finger, impaling herself between the gigantic cock in her pussy and the extended middle finger in her formerly chaste rectum. He moved his other hand to where his cock was fucking in and out of her widespread cunt and could feel the soft fleshy pussy-lips clasping desperately to his thundering hardness. He fondled and played with the greedily flowering lips where he entered her, speeding up his strokes, ramming deep until he sensed the approach of her climax, the rosy hue on her face brightening in an unmistakable sign.
"Fuck harder! Fuck harder! Oh, pleease!" she moaned, her face changing into an unrecognizable mask of frantic passion as she bucked and squirmed faster, her hands darting behind his driving buttocks to pull him as far as humanly possible up between her open and receiving thighs.
"Oh, Ken, I can't help it, I'm going crazy! Something's happening! . . . Oh, oh, ooohhh!" she half screamed in a voice shrill with mind-reeling rapture. Her climactic secretions flowed wetly out around his still driving cock, spilling down into the desperately clenching furrow of her buttocks, flooding his testicles and the base of his cock as he drubbed unrelentingly into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she continued to groan out her first true orgasm, her lust-heated cum still flowing in unchecked gushes down the full quivering moons of her buttocks. Her cock-filled cunt was a mass of exquisite moisture and she felt nothing but the obscene experience of total release, a soaringly soul-sapping burst of sexual energy that erupted again and again, as though it would never end.
Ken could also feel the hot load poised in his aching balls, impatiently waiting for its earth-shattering explosion, the thick broadening head of his cock flexing and expanding inside her brutalized vagina. He wanted her to remember this first fuck for the rest of her life, and gathered himself to make the last jack-hammering onslaught of cunt-splitting strokes, the ones she would think of most.
Then, unable to contain himself a second longer, he erupted, his hot thick cum shooting deep up into the recesses of her gratefully accepting womb, mingling in searing wetness with her own orgasmic secretions. Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the scalding spurts surged far up inside her, filling her to overflowing with white liquid heat. The hot slippery walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped, milking at the crazily jerking penis like a sucking, starving mouth . . . until at last, Ken collapsed on her exhausted form like a lifeless hulk.
Breathing thickly from their exertions, they lay still, his rapidly deflating penis still tightly encased by her sperm-flooded cunt. Finally, calling on the last reserves of his spent cock withdrawing from her forever stretched vaginal opening with a slight moist pop in the dim silence of the cabin.
Laurie sighed regretfully at the loss and felt a cool rush of air play over her nakedly exhausted young body, drying the beads and smears of sex-sweat. After a long moment, she drew away from Ken, far enough to allow herself room to turn over on her stomach and rest her head on her folded arms, her eyes staring outward toward nothing.
Gradually, her sense of reality returned, Laurie realized that it was raining outside. Listening dreamily to the soft patter of raindrops on the roof, like a tranquil lullaby, the no longer virginal teenager smiled at her own astonishment that, despite what she had done, the world was still functioning normally . . . the obscene things that had happened to her had not altered the workings of nature. This thought somehow amused her, perhaps because now she more fully understood herself in relation to nature . . . as a woman.
Turning her head, she saw that Ken Chester, the man she had thought of as a selfish beast when he was kissing her down between her legs a few short minutes ago, was sound asleep at her side. Now, she felt no anger toward him. He had freed her from her juvenile self, helped her take the first big step toward becoming a mature female, a real woman. She was filled with warmth, a kind of love toward him, and she leaned over to kiss him lightly on his flat firm stomach before she eased carefully off the mattress.
The young teenager was halfway across the room toward her discarded clothing when suddenly the cabin door burst open!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laurie, bending nakedly over to retrieve her scattered clothes snapped straight up, one hand flying to her mouth as she stared incredulously at the rain-drenched form of her uncle's foreman standing in the open doorway. There was no need to question Hank Woods' presence there; his eyes were wild with lust and the fly of his jeans was bursting open. From it, standing at rigid attention, protruded his thickly throbbing cock, blood-swollen and angry.
"Get your ass over to the bed!" he snarled to Laurie, slamming the door shut behind him. "And you," he snapped to the slowly rising form on the bed, "get your ass over in that chair and keep your mouth shut!"
"Hold on, now," Ken demanded, sitting upright. "What gives you the right to come barging in here ordering everyone around?"
"Every right in the world!" Woods spat back. "I'm still foreman of this spread. And your supposta' be out fixin' fences. 'Stead I find you didlin' the boss' niece. Need any more reasons."
"But.. . "
"But nothin'. I been standin' out in that damn rain gettin' drenched 'n watchin' you plowin' this little filly. And by gawd I'm plannin' to get a little myself! If you know what's good for you, you'll set your ass down 'n keep your mouth shut. If not.. . start packin'. "
Quietly the young ranch-hand rose, crossed to the chair, and sat down.
Laurie didn't move, wasn't able to move. She couldn't believe what was happening! She had known Hank Woods nearly all her life and had almost as much respect for him as she had for her uncle. But now she couldn't imagine what had come over him, what had changed him into this surely lust-maddened beast a beast that reminded her of the way the black stallion looked when turned loose on the mares!
"Get your ass over to the bed!" Woods snarled again, impatiently shucking out of his wet clothing. "Either that or Ned Dow learns that his precious little niece ain't as innocent as he thinks," he said more quietly as he strode naked across the small room to grasp the frightened and confused girl by the shoulders, spinning her around and shoving her hard toward the narrow bed.
"Don't do this to me, Hank," Laurie pleaded, burying her face in her hands. "Oh, my God! Please let me go!"
The ranch foreman gave her a look of withering contempt as he forced her knees against the bed, his eyes filled with lust, his mouth twisted sadistically. Applying pressure on her shoulders, he forced the naked young girl to bend forward until her elbows rested on the blanket-covered bed, then his hands left her twisting shoulders to grasp her by her tiny waist. "Spread your feet," he hissed into her ear.
"Please, Hank," she whimpered. "Please don't do this . . . " But her voice trailed off as the utter hopelessness of her situation sank in. There was nothing she could do, she knew, and tears, fresh and abundant, flowed down her pale cheeks now.
"Your gonna love it, baby," Hank snorted, as he pulled her upraised hips into position before him, guiding his blood-engorged cock-head directly toward her defenselessly trembling buttocks. She cringed as the hard rubbery head pressed hotly against the tender exposed white skin of her buttocks.
"In a few minutes you're going to love it even more," he said as his two hands slid greedily around the quivering flesh of her belly, and began to rove over the soft young curves of her hips, then slipped back to the twin half-moons of her smoothly molded young buttocks.
His touch sent little unwanted quivers of helpless delight tingling through Laurie, and against her will she found herself responding to his teasing touch. She knew it was useless to make an effort to stop his hand as it sought the soft resilient curls of her pussy, his fingers parting the silken strands of pubic hair and slipping slowly into the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina. They searched teasingly between the warmth of her trembling inner thighs until he found the tiny bud of her clitoris and stroked it into pulsating erection.
Then, as suddenly as he had begun, Hank slipped his fingers from the helpless girl's quivering young cunt and straightened up again behind her. "Loved that, didn't you?" he asked, and his harsh tone brought Laurie's mind back to the reality of her situation with horrible abruptness. She thought of her uncle again, and of the utter contempt he would have for her if he were to find out about all this. With a little cry of fear, she clamped her firm full thighs together against the foreman's hands now roving lewdly between the narrow deep valley of her upturned buttocks.
Roughly Hank pulled her clenching thighs apart, then hunched over her, resting the palms of his hands on the soft inner flesh while his thumbs sought out the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt again. With a slow, teasing outward movement that brought a low cry of shame for Laurie, he pressed the curl-fringed lips apart, exposing the pinkly glistening slit of her lust-moistened pussy. Christ but she was a hot little bitch! She was ready to fuck now, aching for it, even though she hadn't admitted it. Well, Hank Woods was the one to give her what she wanted, he thought maliciously, eyeing her with a triumphant gleam in his heavy-lidded eyes. He took his long thick cock in one hand and kneeling up between her widespread thighs guided it steadily to the cringing little pussy-mouth up between her wide-splayed legs. He pushed forward insistently until the thick rubbery head slipped through the golden-red cuntal strands towards the traitorously giving lips of her young helpless pussy.
Laurie gasped and held her breath as feelings of irrepressible obscene desire mixed with her agonizing guilt. She fought against the lewd quivering that racked her body, while the thought of this disgraceful plundering of her defenseless pussy tortured her shame-filled mind. Then the blood-swollen tip of Hank's throbbing penis penetrated slightly the tight little opening of her naked vagina. The searing contact of his huge fleshy cock-head with her parting young cuntal lips sent sharp little spasms of forbidden pleasure through her young teenage body. "Oh, don't," she begged. "For God's sake! Hank! HANK!"
"Now you're gonna get a real fuck," Hank snarled at the nakedly kneeling young girl, shutting off her protests.
Laurie suddenly quivered in fear, remembering the pain of Ken's hymen-splitting entry a few minutes earlier, as she felt the blood-engorged head of the foreman's mammoth cock press unceasingly into the exposed pink slit between her widespread buttocks.
Laurie cringed forward in an effort to escape it, but the relentlessly searching shaft followed its obscene target. Again, she felt it slip along the entire length of her moistening cuntal lips and push incitingly against her clitoris. A belt of hotly searing pleasure ran through her. "Oh . . . "
Hank's hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, with his fingers digging harshly into her soft milk-white flesh.
"Put it in," he ordered.
"I'm . . . I'm afraid. It's going to hurt," she groaned helplessly.
"Put it in!" His words snapped out like a cat-o-nine-tails, and she flinched as though he had actually struck her.
Laurie groaned piteously as she felt his gripping fingers digging even deeper into her sensitive flesh. She couldn't stand it! In frightened desperation, she obediently reached back between her legs and found his fully lengthened cock. It was so thick that it seemed as though she couldn't possibly wrap her fingers around it. And with that first touch of her hand on his throbbing shaft, the ranch foreman knew he had to have it up inside her quick. He was going to fuck her! Now!
The ranch owner's teenage niece knew it was going to hurt; she knew he would split her in two. And yet.. . strangely . . . masochistically . . . she welcomed it. Just bring me relief, she thought, and then tearfully pressed that huge bulbous cock-head at the defenseless opening of her no longer virginal vagina.
The foreman smiled as he began a slow prodding against the tight elastic-like cuntal mouth, feeling the softly yielding lips flowering open to accommodate him. Then the bulbous head was through the first warm layer of enveloping flesh and attempting to force its way inside the tightly restricting ring of muscle guarding the tiny entrance to her vagina.
"Aaaaaggghh," she grunted, panting in pain. "You're hurting me. Stop for a minute . . . please."
With the feel of her clasping pussy wetly giving way before him, Hank felt no tenderness or inclination to mercy. He wanted to be up inside her all the way. He wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her! And the rapidly building heat of animal desire suddenly shorted out all restraint in him. He took a tighter hold on her firm young thighs, and then lunged "forward from behind her while at the same time brutally pulling her warm-flesh buttocks back toward him.
"Aaaaagggghhh," it was a shrill scream of agony from Laurie, as she felt his long thick cock slam through the fleshy barriers of her cunt, deeper, far deeper than she had been penetrated by Ken only minutes earlier. She was being split apart ripped asunder! She even thought she could feel her stomach muscles being torn from their anchoring tendons. Then another scream gurgled from her throat, the scream of wild obscene exaltation of a mating mare.
Laurie struggled vainly, tightening her upraised buttocks and lunging forward in an effort to escape the brutal impalement. The steadily thrusting penis was like some huge diamond-headed drill boring deep up into the subterranean areas of her belly. She could swear it was in so far that it must be lodged in her nakedly swaying breasts! Her cock-stretched cuntal walls were a blaze of agony from the invading shaft of muscle and flesh.
Laurie attempted once more to struggle loose, but her efforts were futile, and she realized he had actually skewered her, firmly impaled her on the end of his rock-hard cock like some helpless butterfly on a mounting board.
Behind the humiliated redhead on the mattress, the ranch foreman was thinking, God! But she has an absolutely incredible tight little cunt. It was small, the tightest he had in many a year, but it was all velvet and clinging heat up in there. A proud pussy, with reason to be proud. She had deep muscles that were unconsciously working on him now, even though she was still moaning and groaning in pain. It was a wonderful sensation, and if he didn't watch himself he would go out of his mind! Her clasping pussy walls clutched and caressed the shaft of his heatedly throbbing hardness, and he felt them ripple from some far-off reverberation of lewd sensation within her responding nervous system. And because she would make him cum this way without his moving at all Hank decided he had better start to fuck her right now or the young ranch-hand watching from the chair across the room would think he was a rabbit who couldn't hold back.
Laurie gradually became aware that the foreman was beginning to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her ovaly stretched vagina. The pain was fading now, and she began to feel once more the steady build-up of lewdly throbbing pleasure. Her breath became more shallow, and it rasped in her throat.
"Go on . . . go on. I love it. I love it."
Hank heard the naked young teenager's words and a feeling of supreme power and achievement swept over him. He knew now that she was responding naturally to his deep-plunging cock, as he fucked in and out with long steady strokes like a torpedo speeding silently through warm vaginal seas.
Little explosive sounds of helpless delight began flowing from Laurie's lips with each deep inward thrust of that implacably racing cock. She could feel her adolescent body responding to him, could feel muscles and tendons and nerves all excitedly working in unison to bring him pleasure . . . and her own blissful relief. She spread her thighs even wider, feeling her knees scraping against the wool blanket covering the bed, feeling the pruriently beating throbs his cock-head made, as it twitched his springy pubic hair tight against her buttocks.
Abruptly she dropped from her elbows to her shoulders on the blanket, lifting her firmly rounded young ass-cheeks up higher in an obscene offering of wanton lust. The roughness of the wool blanket stung her sensitively stiffening nipples into a greater hardness. Deep, deep up inside her quivering belly the spongy head of his long thick shaft grazed against the cushiony tip of her cervix while her youthful vagina warmly expanded and contracted like the folds of some pumping accordion. She felt the barely perceptible beginnings of the hotly exploding fire preceding her orgasm. It was beautiful.. . so beautiful!
And then, abruptly, Hank pulled out!
"Don't," she panted. "You can't do that to me!"
"Love it, don't you?" His tone was brutal, his manner cruel and menacing. Laurie, terrified again, at last found her voice and gasped, "Y-yes!"
"Yes, what?" Hank's voice left no doubt that he knew he had her in his lewd power.
"Want some more cock?" he grinned with obscene delight at Laurie's meek submission to him.
"Oh, please, yes . . . "
"Not like that. Beg, you goddamned little prick-tease!"
Laurie sucked in her breath. "Do it," she pleased with Hank. "Do it!"
"Say 'Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock!' And make it sound like you mean it!"
Laurie's head lolled to one side in abject humiliation and shame as she submitted even more completely to his degrading demands. With tears streaming down her face, she pleaded, "Oh, Hank, fuck me. Please fuck me. That's what I want you to do. For God's sake, fuck me with your big cock!"
Hank's mouth twisted scornfully. "You don't sound very sincere, baby!" he said. "Still, I'll be generous and do it."
He held her hips with his hands again as he slipped his glistening rod of lust-engorged male flesh into her moist cuntal passage, then began a slow rhythmic thrust which would soon build her to climax. He slaved behind her, fucking in and out of her tightly clenching pussy in long smooth strokes, sending his cock deep into her moist vagina to be warmly clasped and released, clasped and released in perfect synchronization with his brutal forward strokes.
Fucking in and out of her excited teenage cunt wildly now, in and out, the ranch foreman quickened his strokes until Laurie felt she was on fire with the wild tongues of flame searing her pulsing loins, her quivering belly, shooting high up through her whole aroused body to lick at her sensitive breasts. She seemed possessed by an insane passion that blotted out all but the ecstatic pleasure of the older man's hard-driving penis.
As he thrust again and again, his long hard cock like a piston ramming deep inside her, Hank felt Laurie jerk and then moan as she lurched against him. Abruptly, the wet sticky fluid of her orgasm gushed forth from deep inside the walls of her hotly clinging vagina and then, unbelievable to them both, as she writhed and churned wildly beneath him, Laurie began a weird, rhythmical incantation. "Ooooh, God! I'm cumming. I'm cumming . . . oh, my God! I'm cumming . . . ! I'M CUMMINNGGGGG!! ! "
Hank felt his own lust-tormented cock expand in an agonizing spasm, the inside of his sperm-heavy testicles seemed to crazily explode, splitting wide open. The hot white liquid churning there raced up the full length of his rock-hard shaft, and then he spewed it forth into the depths of Laurie's hotly contracting young belly. It mingled momentarily there with her own excitedly flooding juices, then overflowed back out around her clasping cunt lips to trickle in thin lewd rivulets of surrender down the soft whiteness of her shuddering thighs. With a loud sigh, Hank collapsed forward over her voluptuously curved young body which had already gone limp and exhausted beneath him . . . her legs spread lewdly open in utter and total defeat. . .
The room was silent for long minutes. Only the soft pattering of rain on the cabin roof and the sound of heavily exhausted breathing broke it.
Finally Laurie began to stir. Rolling out from under the satiated foreman, she shakily rose to her feet and made her way unsteadily to the table, flashing a curious smile at the young ranch-hand sitting helplessly in the solitary chair.
Prideless eyes raised slowly to meet those of the debased young girl as she poured herself a half-glass of wine, then neatly tossed it down in one shuddering gulp. Ken's hands came up off his naked lap in a helpless gesture. "I'm sorry, Laurie," he said quietly.
She stared defiantly into his eyes for a moment, then dropped them. "Why?" she asked softly, raising her eyes to meet his once again. "You promised to make a woman of me, didn't you? Well, you did . . . Hank just confirmed it."
She smiled then. Warmly. At both of them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh Laurie's just fine and prettier than ever," Ned Dow assured Will and Barbara Ross, the smile on his face like a parental swagger as he lifted his full glass of straight whiskey to his mouth. As often happened when Ned came to Sugar Pine, the small Sierra town where he traded, he had met Will and his wife in the Shuteye Saloon, and the trio had retired to a back booth for a session of horse talk and hard drinking.
Will was the forty-eight year old heir to an industrial fortune who was well known in the area for his successful "dabblings" in real estate and the string of winning thoroughbred horses he bred on his large ranch, Clouds Rest. His wife Barbara, was an attractive auburn-haired, brown-eyed woman who at thirty-five was rumored to be an easy lay, even though she was in every other sense thoroughly devoted to her wealthy husband. Several times she had drunk too much at parties and invited Ned Dow, in front of everyone including Will, to enjoy a romp in the sack with her. Ned had always declined, partially because Will was a good friend . . . but mostly because there had never been a real opportunity to slip away gracefully, undetected by Will, and take the promiscuous, hot-blooded woman up on her offer.
"Say, Ned, how old is that sexy little filly of yours?" Will asked with more than just casual interest. As almost everyone knew, he was no purer than his wife when it came to appreciating the various charms of the opposite sex.
Once, several years before, Barbara had become thoroughly soused and spilled the beans about her husband's attack on one of the young baby sitters they had hired to tend their son while the couple had attended a party. Evidently Will had disappeared from the party and driven home, as he later told it, "to check up on the boy." He had arrived home drunk and offered the frightened girl fifty dollars to go to bed with him. When she had refused, he had "attacked" her. Additional details were never made public, for obviously the girl's parents were not opposed to accepting hush money, and so the matter was thereafter shrouded with mystery.
"Well, she's sixteen now," Ned answered, "But you'd never guess it from lookin' at her. Damned if she doesn't look like a grown woman these days, all curves and with a spicy glint in her eyes. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say she's already been up in the loft with some young buck. Anyway, I'll bet she's startin' to think about it."
Ned's whiskey was talking, but his words were a mild shock to Barbara, who normally was the first to rise to any conversation that even remotely concerned sex. Now, however, she thought it crude and unjust that Ned should talk about his own niece in such blatantly erotic terms especially when the girl was not around to defend herself.. . and besides, Laurie was just a kid, a pretty little teenager who had probably not even begun to think about sex except in the most romantic way.
On the other hand, her husband listened intently to Ned's speculations, a queer blind smile on the older man's face as he remembered the last time he had seen Laurie . . . as far as he was concerned, the ravishing young red-head was ripe for plucking, and even though he was no spring chicken, he certainly wouldn't mind having a crack at her himself. Just the thought of it made his cock lurch and begin to throb lustfully in the confines of his trousers.
Then his memory carried him back to the trouble with the baby sitter, a lush little number about the same age as Laurie was now. Jesus, he had been hot to fuck that sweet little bitch; and he might have been able to, too, had he not been pie-eyed and so damned anxious to rush things. Well, that was water under the bridge, so to speak, and now was now. It was considerably less painful, and more exciting, to contemplate what Ned had said about Laurie.
"Hey, you two, I've got an idea," Ned said, breaking into their thoughts. "Why don't we all go over to my place and have a few drinks? You can say hello to Laurie, and later, we'll have some real steaks some Dow Ranch beef, the best in the state!"
"Gee, Ned, I don't know," Barbara demurred, realizing that these seemingly innocent get-togethers usually resulted in their staying the night.. . after six or seven hours of drinking straight whiskey, loud although harmless arguments, and in the morning, monumental hangovers.
"Hell yes, we'd be pleased to guzzle some of your cheap booze," Will enthused kiddingly, "and we'll even choke down some of your wormy beef. And as for Laurie, it'll be interesting to see if she's learned anything at that imagine school you send her to."
"Will, I-" Barbara began.
"Dammit, woman, I've never heard you turn down a free drink before," Will broke in, annoyed at his wife's reluctance to contribute to the spirit of the prospective party. "Anyhow, you know damned well that Ned's got the ruggedest, most handsome lot of hired hands anywhere around here. You can't tell, I might pass out and you'll have a chance to sneak off to the bushes with two or three of them."
Strained laughter rose from the trio at Will's irreverent remark a laughter springing more from the possibility that he might be right than from the absurdity of the statement. On the way out of the darkened lounge, they stopped at the bar and shook dice in friendly combat to determine who would have the privilege of paying for the drinks.
* * *
At the ranch, Laurie paced back and forth through the rooms of the rambling ranch house, wondering what could be keeping her uncle in town. Interspersed throughout her wonderment were memories of the day before with Ken and Hank Woods. Every time she pictured the details of the torrid session, she flushed a little and began to chastise herself for enjoying what she saw in her mind. But there was something more, perhaps a small degree of masochism latent in her, that increased the pleasure of looking back at herself being subjected to the cruel lust of both obscenely aroused ranch-hands . . . and then recalling how she had turned suddenly into a wild inferno of uncontrolled lewd desire.
She began to ask herself if she would return to the cabin for more of the same, for more humiliation, for more of the wanton bliss she had experienced beneath their shamelessly roving hands and pile-driving loins. Although young, she was realistic.. . there was little doubt in her mind that eventually, probably sooner than later, she would saddle up Sniffy and make tracks up to the canyon where her strange, devilish lover would be eagerly waiting to serve her more of the same kind of sensual ecstasy. The mere-likelihood made her both nervous and excited at the same time.
"Where's Laurie!" came her uncle's gruff voice from the front living room.
"I'm right here I'm coming, Uncle Ned," Laurie called back in reply to Ned's booming inquiry, hurrying toward the spacious front room. She heard other voices as well as her uncle's and was curious to know who was with him. When she entered the room she saw Ned fumbling in the long oak liquor cabinet as Will and Barbara Ross stood by, chuckling at their host's frustration at not being able to locate the special whiskey he had promised them.
"By God, here it is!" he roared victoriously, his voice slurring, as he withdrew a handsome unopened bottle of expensive private stock from the back of the cabinet. Turning, he caught sight of Laurie and threw up his free hand, beaming.
"There you are, baby, pretty as ever," he said, advancing toward her rather unsteadily. "See who I've brought home for a few drinks and dinner Will and Barbara!" He took her in his arms possessively, lifting her off the floor and crushing her to him with an excess of fervor that made her gasp for breath and beg to be put down.
"Uncle Ned, you've been a bad boy," Laurie teased. "You've been at the Shuteye drinking when you were supposed to be seeing about buying some new horses. That's what you told me you were going to do, solemn honor."
"See-see, it's just as I told you," Ned shouted playfully, wagging a finger at Laurie, "the little bitch is a woman now, just as bossy and as much of a watchdog as her aunt was.. . only I'll bet she's a helluva sight friendlier to boys than her mother ever thought of being."
"Uncle Ned!" Laurie chided.
Will Ross silently agreed, thinking to himself how splendid it would be if the youngster were friendly to older men too. He could not tear his eyes away from Laurie's youthfully developed body, its voluptuous proportions, the large firm breasts almost bursting out of the tight white blouse, the breath-taking contours of her young rounded hips. Her waist was tiny and her skin-tight jeans clung up between her delicately curving legs, forming a visible cleft between the lips of her tight warm pussy. Christ! he thought, if he were her uncle, he would find some way to get in her hot little pants within a week!
After a round of greetings and the usual questions that always accompany reunions, the four people sat down to apply themselves to serious drinking that is, all except Laurie, who graciously gave in to her uncle's insistence that she have a small glass of sherry. Following a lull in the conversation, Will chimed in with a question about the horses Ned intended to purchase.
"So, you need some riding stock, eh? Why didn't you say so? I'll sell you a half dozen fine geldings cheaper than you can get them from that thieving bastard, Johnson."
"To tell the truth, Will, I was lookin' for some breeding stock a few mares and another good strong stud. Laurie's got the best stallion on the place, but I can't keep her off him long enough to get a mare under him."
"Listen here, Uncle Ned, I don't want you working Sniffy that way, until he's too tired to ride," Laurie scolded in mock-seriousness, evoking laughter and causing the others' eyebrows to arch at the candor of her remark.
As Will shifted uneasily in his chair, she continued: "Why don't you and Will go down into Boggy Canyon and bring out the black stallion?"
"You know, she might have something there," Will erupted, his eyes sparking at the mention of Ned Dow's legendary but temperamental stud. "He's one of the sturdiest pieces of horse flesh I've ever seen. All you have to do is keep the son-of-a-bitch from kickin' down your stalls and scarin' the hell out of everyone within ten miles of here. Come on, Ned, what do you say we take a crack at bringing him in? We could do a little fishin' too. God knows we need some recreation."
"And so do we!" Laurie and Barbara added almost simultaneously, giggling at their simultaneous answers.
Ned was strangely silent, though, his mind picking at the suggestion as he drained his glass and leaned forward to take up the bottle and refill his friends' glasses. In most respects the whole idea was preposterous, as impractical as it was adventurous, and yet it was also appealing.. . fuck it, why not? he chided, his eyes sparkling. Then, his expression unchanged, he looked fiercely into the eyes of each of his companions, staring them down, until at long last he fell back in his chair and let loose with a volley of laughter that shook the walls.
"Hell yes! Why not?" he bellowed. "We'll all go, day after tomorrow, about noon. We'll need at least another man, though, and I'm afraid I can't spare anyone from the spread just now."
"I know someone," Laurie blurted, her green almond-shaped eyes blazing with fierce excitement at the possibility of having Ken along on the trip.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Ned interjected. "Who is this bird, and where did you meet him?"
Praying that she had not over-extended herself, thus compromising her relationship with Ken Chester, Laurie explained how she had encountered the blond ranch-hand on one of her rides into the Chiquitas. Naturally she was not altogether honest about the meeting and excluded all the raw details involving the sexual aspects of their liaisons in the canyon.
Quite to the contrary, she painted a glowing verbal portrait of her lover, dwelling on his talent as a writer, his sincerity, and especially, his valuable knowledge of the area around Boggy Canyon. She elaborated on the man's strength of character in shutting himself off from the luxuries of the civilized world in order to attain the peace and quiet required to write profoundly, as a real artist, avoiding the influences of other men. Finally, finishing her eloquent argument on Ken's behalf, she was relieved to hear her uncle grunt a token approval and suggest that she ride up the next day to tell Ken Chester he would join them.
"Just how old is he?" Barbara inquired of Laurie, obviously quite impressed by the girl's flowing description of the Dow ranch-hand. After all, Barbara surmised, maybe he would be worth her attention on the trip. If he lived alone and was really as attractive as Laurie said, he would no doubt be disposed to indulge in a little harmless love-making with a willing and full-blown woman such as herself. God knows, she could certainly use a good fucking by someone other than Will. The selfish bastard hardly touched her anymore; and what was worse, he watched her like a jealous hawk, preventing her from moving around town in search of the cock she so desperately needed to be happy and content. No, she had never kidded herself she was as close to being a nymphomaniac as a woman could be without actually wearing a sign advertising her willingness to spread her long legs for almost any man with a hard-on. Hell yes, she admitted it: She adored stiff cocks, wanted all she could get, and had left more than one man worn to a useless frazzle in the morning.
"All right, then, it's settled," Ned said with finality. "For now, though, let's jack up the cook and have supper. I'm hungry enough to eat even your beef, Will.. . even if I died from it."
Laurie watched her uncle and the Rosses sway off toward the kitchen, chattering animatedly. It was getting late and the stunning young girl retired to her room, thoughts of Ken and the expectant pack trip whirring tormentingly through her mind. One thing particularly disturbed her, though, and that was Barbara's by no means hidden fascination with Ken. Perhaps her sex-hungry lover would prefer Barbara; perhaps he would consider the older woman's body plus her greater experience more intriguing and stimulating than her own. The very possibility made her shudder and drive such considerations from her mind, replacing them with the more acceptable memories of yesterday, when Ken had assaulted her young virginal cunt and spilled his creamy white sperm into her belly.
There was no sense trying to fool herself, she decided, for she already found herself anxiously anticipating the next screwing she would receive from him. As she undressed, thrilling visions of Ken's long hardened penis began to race back and forth across her mind's eye, causing her to chastise herself, yet becoming all the more vivid as her small pink nipples tautened and an excited wetness began to saturate her panties. Her breath quickened and her entire body began to pulse at the thought that she would be alone with him the next day, perhaps naked and pinned beneath him again with his huge hardened cock locked tightly up inside her fluttering belly . . .
CHAPTER NINE
Ned Dow sat in his favorite chair on the veranda of the rambling ranch house, staring drunkenly across the moonlit yard toward the corrals and the black silhouette of the distant Chiquita Range. One of his horses whinnied nervously in the stable as from far off the lonely howl of a hungry coyote pierced the otherwise silent and breezeless night. As if in answer, the huge rancher belched loudly. Raising one ham-like hand as his mouth opened expectantly, he turned blood-shot eyes toward the slumped figure of his good friend Will Ross. But somewhere between conscious thought and verbal expression, the germ of an idea became wallowed in alcohol-soggy gray matter and drowned.
Ned shrugged apathetically and his raised hand fell limply, hitting a redwood table beside him with a soft smack. Will Ross stirred momentarily, twisting heavily in the protesting chair, then his breathing deepened, each new exhale building atop the previous one until a crescendo of heavy snores prevailed over the silence, foretelling the depth to which his alcohol-saturated brain was slipping.
Through the screen door which separated the veranda from the house's spacious living room, Barbara Ross' seductive voice called quietly: "Ned?"
". . . Hmmm," he answered slowly, turning toward the sound of her voice.
"Want another drink?" she asked sweetly.
"Umm.. . guesss so," he slurred, rising clumsily, then lumbered unsteadily toward the screened door and the softly-lit room. ". . . Old man's asleep . . . " he mumbled as he stepped heavily into the room, letting the door bang shut behind him. "Hey! Where the hell are you?" he asked, glancing slowly around the room.
"Over here, lover," Barbara Ross crooned from the shadow of the unlit hallway door.
". . . Oh," the huge rancher mumbled, swinging slowly to face her, his eyes narrowing as he strained to distinguish her form.
". . . Oh! OH!" he gasped as she took one step into the room and the soft lighting illuminated her body.
She stood before him completely naked.
She stood with her long firm legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, tanned hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her tongue showing. The soft petal-like lips of her vagina were wetly parting, presented to his hungry eyes as if waiting for a plunging male weapon to stab in between. The coppery curls of her pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the subdued light. Her high-set breasts, a startling alabaster white against the deep tan of the rest of her parts, jutted out provocatively. Her legs, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their curving inner thighs, were moist with desire.
"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"
"Barb . . . " Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her lewdly wanton pose and his cock began maddening pulsations inside his pants.
Slowly, slowly, with her eyes fastened on his, Barbara lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her proud white breasts to her flaring hips. Then she cupped her ripely swelling breasts and kneaded them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of fruit. Her hands were stroking her naked white belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching the deep auburn wisps of her pubic triangle. She held that obscene pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her voluptuously sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her molded belly. Ned Dow stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. His fully erect penis seemed to be screaming at him with ever increasing arousal.
Slowly, Barbara's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her soft auburn pubic hair, blazing a path toward the moistly glistening cuntal slit up between her parted legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the wetly shining pussy-lips and spread them slowly apart to reveal the trembling coral bud of her clitoris to the ranch owner's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, she traced down, down, until the tip came in salacious contact with the aroused little pleasure-bud, and then she began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, around and around, sending a small lewd rivulet of female secretions trailing down her trembling inner thighs. And while she stroked her clitoris, rubbing her finger in maddening cadence along the parting crevice of her moist pink cunt, she began to talk to him in a hypnotic voice.
"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my clit, I want.. . "
On and on his friend's insatiable wife intoned, and the words the absolute perverted obscenity of what he was hearing lashed Ned's mind into a swirling passion-crazed frenzy. Oh Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about Will, he didn't care about anything now, the only things that mattered were Barbara's obscene words in his ears. The sight of her manipulating her own hot naked cunt caused billows of heat to surge in his loins as his cum churned and rolled, begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes . . .
He had to fuck her!
Slowly his legs began to work, moving his body forward, bringing him closer to her incitingly naked body. He watched her finger cease its lewd rhythmic motion on her excited clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her obscene victory. His hands went out to her, touched her shoulders but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the guest room."
He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into the large bedroom, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her long smooth legs spread as wide as possible. "Get naked, lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see that big prick of yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover, let me see it."
With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, the ranch owner undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, and stepped out of his shorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his blood-raged shaft standing out at an eager .right angle from his aroused loins.
"Oh, it's lovely, Ned, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me you want to put it inside me."
"Yes.. . yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"
"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"
"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!"
A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Ned's being as he ferociously flung himself onto the bed beside her and dragged her into the enveloping fold of his arms, not caring about anything but this soft, musky-smelling woman pressed so tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care!
He showered warm moist kisses over her face and throat and deep into the valley of her firm full breasts, his hands moving over the rounded smoothness of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the resilient flesh. She was breathing into his ear, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing hotly along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear and sending shivers down his spine. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies and located the rock-hardness of his long thick penis. He gasped as the tips of his clasping fingers closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her voluptuously naked body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as they had been before, her cunt flared moistly open, ready and waiting for his lust-engorged cock.
Barbara's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard straining muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the flexing cheeks of his buttocks, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted island and she an inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of excited pre-cum against her trembling thighs, pressed into the narrow slit of her hair-lined cunt. She arched desirously for a moment, levering their lewdly entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. Then she reached under her buttocks with both hands and pulled her blood-swollen vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with the moist sensitive cuntal flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wetly throbbing crevice. She relaxed, dropping her voluptuous body back to the bed, his rigidly throbbing shaft trapped like a prize between her sun-bronzed thighs.
He forced his hands down between her shoulders and the bed and ran them along the soft curves of her gyrating back and hips, making husky little groaning sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt white-hot as she undulated her voracious loins against him in a slow, teasing rhythm of desire. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the soft tanned skin, giving testimony to the secret power she possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed firmly against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around his aching hardness moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep into her innermost depths.
"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed passionately across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Ned pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass-cheeks in the palms of his sweat-slick hands, pulling her warm moist cunt harder up against him. He moved up and down the fiery pink slit, sensing it grow even wetter as her passion steadily seethed out of her. Her resiliently flexing buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his stiffened loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his hairy thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
"Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkk meeeeee!"
He began to thrust forward, but her waiting cunt was already grinding up against him and her hands were in between their nakedly writhing bodies, circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the flaring lips of her cock-hungry cunt. Ned groaned animalistically as he felt her hands move his pulsing cock up and down between her legs, running the length of her heated pussy slit, parting the soft hair of her vagina with the blood-engorged head. The heavy pressure in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck her now!
He flexed his hips with a sudden violent thrust that drove his rock-hard penis deep up into the anxiously receiving mouth of her pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.
"Aaarrrggghhhh!" she moaned beneath him.
Ned felt the tight elastic cuntal flesh slip wetly around his lust-maddened rod, consuming it as it raced full length up into her yearning belly, her warmly seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly he hit bottom, his balls slapping with a staccato sound against the anxiously upraised cheeks of her buttocks.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned again. "Ohhh, that's it, lover, that's the way to fuck me, that's ittttt!"
The nakedly lusting ranch owner ground his pelvis down into the squirming flesh beneath him. fucking into Will's wife with long hard strokes. And Barbara strained back under him, receptively arching her thighs up at him. lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking bed. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding body now, opening and closing her legs around his driving hips as she worked up and down in a frantic pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her red hair flailing from side to side in insane abandon.
"Ohhh, it's . . . good, lover . . . good like I knew it would be . . . ooohh-hh yessss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in my ass! Do it now, Ned, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and make me scream for you!"
In slave-like obedience, Ned reached down between her wildly rotating buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the heated moistness of her pussy. He stretched the milk-white half-moons wide with his hands, and then dipped his middle finger toward her anus and found it. A small stream of warm lust-moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was steadily fucking into her widespread cunt, lubricating the tightly puckered anal ring. He probed experimentally for a moment, and then thrust forward with his extended middle finger, feeling the small rubbery opening yield slightly. Then suddenly the tiny nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight hot elasticity of her squirming rectum. Her impassioned body jerked violently upward at the sudden lancing pain of his brutal entrance. And then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaahhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I like it, I like it!"
"Ooooohhhhh! Yesss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!"
Despite her cries, he felt his friend's wife suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his lewdly worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand into her virginally tight rectum. He waggled it inside her warm nether flesh until she cried out incessantly in pain and passion. Through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, he could feel the underside of his hard-driving cock sliding in and out of her wetly gripping cunt, and he timed the thrusts of his finger to coincide with the forward stabs of his brutally pounding penis, thus impaling her obscenely on two hard objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his iron-hard cock steadily growing and expanding up inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his cum-laden balls. He had to climax soon, he had to. He had to! If he didn't cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never . . . !
He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and he began ramming his pile-driving cock up into her still harder, in time with his lewdly sodomizing finger skewering into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum. By the way she gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs, rhythmically opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard thrusts, he knew that Will Ross' wife was approaching her orgasm too, and he continued the merciless thrusting of his cock and his middle finger with all the strength he possessed in his strong-muscled body.
She continued to chant the words over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights of insane frenzy with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jackknifed her legs up to mash them back against her breasts, offering him the full naked expanse of her wantonly upturned vagina. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her depraved release.
The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, piercing his eardrums, and she pulled her quaking thighs back tighter until even more of her widespread openings were presented to his cruelly thrusting loins. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of sexual ecstasy, shamelessly screaming out her orgasm to him.
Ned felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered his lust-maddened body brutally against hers. She locked herself up on his deeply embedded shaft with all the power in her thighs, as her pelvic muscles spasmed against his belly.
And then the great swirls of heat which were building, building in his heavy-laden testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the white-hot load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the wildly jerking length of his cock. He began to spew hot thin streams into her hungrily sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy.
He moaned out his last final spurt an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass.
A long moment passed, and Barbara said quietly, "That was lovely, baby. It really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."
Ned Dow didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, self-deprecation. But they weren't forthcoming. He felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his masculine ego.
He felt Barbara Ross stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of their recent orgasms. She said, "Now I'm going to teach you things you never even knew existed."
He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a tremor course through his loins. Jesus! Could he get another hard-on so soon?
Her hand dropped slowly toward his loins, and suddenly her tongue flicked out and the tip bored teasingly into the glans opening, causing a thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his penis, down over his softly wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasmic juices before they could dry on his depleted loins. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Ned's penis was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her expert oral tonguing. She drew her head back and let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like that?"
"Yes . . . God, yes!"
Barbara dipped her head and her tongue lashed out, touching the smoothly rubbery tip, lapping the orgasmic secretions. Her whole naked body trembled from the electric-like force, and sighing with licentious pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted Ned's reviving cock deep within the softly wet folds of her cheeks, wishing she had additional cocks to fill her still throbbing vagina and writhing anal passage. Then she began to suck, clamping her soft lips around the rapidly expanding penis with a tight hot suction which sent billows of pure delight racing through Ned's bloodstream.
He wrapped his hands in Barbara's hair and drew her down further, the sensitive underside of his shaft of male flesh sliding along her tongue like butter along silk as his lust-crazed brain raced with prurient thoughts; thoughts that, had he been sober, would have shocked him. Thoughts that replaced Barbara Ross' warmly sucking lips with those of his own lovely niece . . .
Meanwhile, in the next room, Laurie Dow slumbered peacefully, her dreams filled with thoughts of Ken Chester's long rigid cock and the mysterious symbolism of the sleek black stallion . . .
And out on the veranda, Will Ross snored drunkenly, his deep sleep filled with fantasies of Laurie Dow's enticingly bouncing teenage breasts . . .