The Colorado Rockies loomed on the horizon, and even though Christa Lamer knew she was driving closer to them, they always appeared to be the same distance away. Her rented Chevy Impala bounced. on the old, well-worn two lane road. There had been no signs of any kind for the last three miles, and she began to wonder if she was lost. Beside her, thirteen year old Cybil sat with the map open on her lap. Mother and daughter reached that point which comes in every trip when there is simply nothing to say to each other. The silence between them, while not uncomfortable, allowed Christa to think. She wondered what lay in store for her in the next two weeks. It was the first time she had ever been away from her husband, Frank, in the fourteen years of their marriage.
Even though the young blonde woman had, been used to taking care of herself before she married, she had fallen into the trap so many married women do; she had forgotten how to live alone and do things for herself. She almost wished that Cybil would have decided to stay in Chicago with her father. Having Cybil along might slow her down some. But that's silly, she thought to herself as she turned her pretty face away from her daughter and concentrated again on her driving. She got along well enough with Cybil.
Mother and daughter were like peas in a pod. Both of them had light, golden full blonde hair and deep azure blue eyes. Cybil looked almost exactly the way her mother had when she had been thirteen. And, except for the more mature hair style Christa preferred, it might take a stranger several moments to see that the mother was twenty years older than her daughter. Christa's hair was finely sculptured, cut just below her ears and shaped to fit her perfectly featured face by Chicago's most famous hairdresser. Cybil preferred to have her hair in the style the young people were wearing. It's full, shimmering length had been uncut since the day she had been born, and parted in the middle. The daughter's body features, though were no less developed than her petite mother's. Cybil had been blessed with an early puberty, and was already borrowing some of her mother's bras.
They were both dressed in the same outfits. . . tight, form fitting jeans and sheer white cotton blouses. But where Christa's jeans were new and deep blue, Cybil's had a worn and faded look, as though she hadn't another pair of pants to her name. They both wore leather shoes, specially bought for the two weeks they would be spending in the dude ranch fifty miles from Denver. Christa's feet remained calm as she pressed gently on the accelerator, while Cybil's feet tapped to the mental rhythm of the latest top-forty rock song. As Cybil watched the Colorado countryside pass by the car, she noticed the silence more than her mother seemed to. The young girl felt a little more uncomfortable at being with her mother than she would have liked. Damn, she thought, sometimes they treat me as though they don't think I know what the score is.
Cybil was a lot more sensitive to her parent's actions then they would give her credit for. She hadn't said anything about it, but she had heard her mother and father arguing the night before they left. Cybil had seen it coming for a long time. Her mother felt as though she was still young enough to have fun in life, but her father.. . that stodgy old man . . . Cybil didn't even like being around him. He was so old-fashioned, so set in his ways . . . Every time she would bring one of her boyfriends home, even if it was just to study with him, her father demanded to know everything about the boy. Naturally, it was all but impossible to get anyone to come to her house more than once. No one liked to think that they were getting the third-degree from a father just for a casual date!
Cybil had learned, though, that there were ways to get around her father's watchful eye. She would simply tell him that she was going to a girlfriend's house to do some homework.. . without bothering to mention that there would be boys there. At least her mother seemed to understand that she needed a little freedom with her life, though even she still treated her like a little child sometimes. When her mother had asked her if she wanted to come along on the two week vacation, the choice had been clear. Cybil knew she would never be able to stand two weeks with her father without her mother there for at least some support. And after the petty snappings both her parents had been having . . . Her father had let her mother know that he didn't like the idea of husband and wife taking separate vacations, no matter what the lovely woman had read in the women's magazine. Cybil had read the article, which said that it was sometimes a good thing that husband and wife do something apart from each other. Cybil agreed wholeheartedly with the article . . . especially when it meant getting away from her father.
Christa breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the sign pointing the way to the Broken L Dude Ranch.
"We're almost there, honey," she said to her daughter, breaking the silence that existed ever since they had been driving from the airport in Denver.
"You didn't think I would get lost, did you," her daughter replied jokingly. Cybil liked her mother. She felt very sorry for her, having to live with a man like her father. Cybil knew that there would come a time . . . soon, she hoped, when she would be able to leave both her parents and make a life for herself. Her mother, though, was stuck with Frank. Cybil hoped that she would never find herself in the same situation as her mother did now . . . having to take a vacation away from her husband in order to save a marriage. It seemed senseless to the young, petite girl. There were so many other men around . . . men who would be more than happy to give her mother the type of life she deserved. She didn't have to settle for a man like Frank Lamer.
Christa felt her heart pounding with anticipation in her chest as she finally drove the car into the ranch parking lot. How long has it been, she asked herself as she turned off the engine, since I've done something like this by myself? God . . . Not since I was in college.
At the moment, college seemed like a million years ago . . . a million miles away. She had met Frank in college. . . .
As mother and daughter got out of the car, stretching after their two hour ride, Christa took a deep breath, her full, well-formed breasts straining against the sheer blouse as she inhaled the deep aromas of pine, spruce and clean fresh air. She had been living in the city for too long, she thought, feeling more relaxed now than she had been since she got in the plane in O'Hare. This was going to be a beautiful two weeks. . . away from the hustle and bustle of the city . . , . the smog.. . . the noise and traffic . . . the people.. . .
Even though Cybil tried to look as unimpressed as she could, she was inwardly excited. This was the first time she had been so far away from home, and the vacations her parents had taken her on were generally to other large cities. They would stay in hotels, eat out every day . . . Those vacations had been exciting for only a few days. Cybil was convinced that most cities were the same . . . and she had grown up in a large city. But this . . . this was something truly different. This was pure nature . . . wild and untamed. There were horses here, and mountains, and forests.. . It was so different that Cybil knew she would never get as tired of being here as she had in New York, Boston, and the dozens of other places her father wanted to go.
"Help me with the bags," her mother said, breaking Cybil's train of thought. "It feels like I brought everything I own."
"Oh, Mom," Cybil said, a small amount of disgust in her voice. But she hurried to help her mother. The sooner they got squared away, the sooner she would be able to go hiking along the trails.
She and her mother reached into the opened trunk and pulled out the massive dress bag, only to have it slip out of their slender hands and thud in the gravel of the driveway.
"Whew," her mother laughed. "I'd forgotten how heavy this thing is."
"Then allow me," a deep, masculine voice said from behind.
Mother and daughter turned around to see a rugged-looking man dressed in heavy jeans and a faded work shirt coming up to them. Christa started to say something, but before she had a chance, the man reached out with a strong, hard-skinned hand and gripped the handle tightly, lifting it as though it were filled with feathers. The man was broad-shouldered, looking as though tied and branded a whole herd of cattle. His jet-black hair was neat and short, barely reaching the collar of his shirt. His face was set and determined, and as he walked to the rough-hewn office of the ranch, Christa tried to guess his age. His heavily muscled body could be anywhere from thirty to fifty, and he carried himself with all the assurance of a man who knew what he wanted . . . and how to go about getting it.
He set the bag down on the front porch of the office and called to a young boy leaning against a station wagon.
"Lars . . . see if they have anything more."
The boy, dressed almost exactly as the man, though with hair covering his ears, and his shirt unbuttoned half-way down, moved slowly, though just as determined, toward the rented car.
"I . . . I have a large suitcase," Cybil stammered, making a feeble effort to pull it out of the trunk.
"Not too big, I hope," the boy joked, smiling to the lovely young girl as he reached in and hoisted it out with one hand.
"Do you work here?" Christa asked.
"Naw . . . " the man said, waiting for the boy, Christa and Cyble to join him on the porch. "We're just here for a good time, like yourselves. It just looked as though you could use a little help, and I've always tried to teach my son to help those who needed it. That's my son, Lars. I'm Cliff Bova."
He extended his powerful-looking hand for
Christa to shake, and she was a little surprised when she did. She thought he would have crushed her, but he was amazingly gentle. It was as though he had total and perfect control with his muscles.
"I'm Christa Lamer," she said, returning his warm and friendly smile. "And this is my daughter, Cybil."
"And a right pretty daughter she is," Cliff complimented. "She's the spittin' image of you. I would have thought the two of you were sisters."
Christa lowered her head and blushed. She had heard that so often she never thought it would affect her, but hearing it from this man somehow made her feel like a little girl again.
"We'd better get checked in, dad," Lars said in a monotone voice.
"Right, son," Cliff said with an exaggerated gesture. "The young lady and I will see to everything. You stay out here and keep Cybil occupied."
He held the door open and Christa entered. "Pardon my asking, Mrs. Lamer, but didn't your husband come with you?"
"Please . . . call me Chris," she said, taking a deep breath. She hadn't thought about it, but she should have known that the question might come up. She didn't want to tell the truth, though. Even though Cliff seemed like a very nice man, the wrong impression could be too easily gotten.
"No . . . he had to stay home on business. This is . . . a . . . sort of present."
"Seems like a shame that he couldn't come along," Cliff said in a drawl. "Business is something that will always be there. A man should take advantage to get away when he can."
Christa shrugged her shoulders and filled out the necessary forms at the front desk. She could almost feel Cliffs eyes running over her body, resting for a moment on the generous swell of her luscious breasts and traveling down to the firm, ripe half-moons of her denim covered buttocks. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she tried to put that thought out of her mind. She knew she was a very lovely woman, and living in the city had taught her that many men looked at women. There was nothing wrong with just looking, she thought, as long as that's as far as they went. She was a married woman, and she wanted to remain one. She knew some women who thought nothing of cheating on their husbands, but she wasn't one of them. She had had many opportunities, but she had resisted the temptation many times before. No matter how bad things got between her and Frank, she was still his wife!
"Well, now," he said as he glanced at her forms before filling out his own. "I see you have cabin nine. That's right nice. Lars and me, we have number ten, right next door. Looks like you and me axe gonna be neighbors. At least you'll have someone to carry your bags there." He smiled and gave her a little wink, and in spite of herself, Christa smiled back. She was coming under a strange charm with this man. He seemed so . . . so Western, someone who had just stepped out of a movie. She was everything she would' have expected a cowboy to be, and knowing someone new would be nice. She hoped that Cybil was getting along with his son as well as she seemed to be getting along with Cliff. She could be so unpredictable at times.
Christa and Cliff walked out of the office, each dangling their cabin keys, and Christa could see that her fears had been groundless. Her daughter was all smiles, and she rushed up to her mother, her young pretty face split wide with a smile of eager anticipation.
"Mom . . . Mom . . . Lars asked me to go hiking with him tomorrow morning. Can I go? Please?"
"Welllllll.. . " Christa would have liked to know these two people a little better. The thought of her daughter wandering around in the woods with a total stranger was something that just didn't set right with her.
"There's a trail that starts right behind the office, Mrs. Lamer," Lars said politely. "It's sort of a good beginning path. Goes in about a mile and opens up into a clearing."
"You seem to know this place rather well," Christa commented.
"Yeah, well, Lars and I have been here so many times that we like to think of it as our second home," Cliff told her.
"Please, Mom.. . ? " Cybil pleaded again. Christa could see the eagerness in her daughter's eyes. Her first impulse was to tell her daughter no. After all, she was still a child. She may be among the smartest children in her class, but these two people were still strangers. What am I thinking about? she asked herself quickly. Cybil is fast becoming a woman. She's been with boys before. She can take care of herself. And these people have been so nice.. . .
"I guess it's all right," she finally said, guarding her voice to keep her concern from her daughter.
"Oh, thank you mom . . . thank you," Cybil said as she hugged her mother tightly around her waist. While the two women were busy with each other, they failed to notice the little wink that passed between Lars and Cliff, father and son smiling knowingly at each other.
"If you folks are expecting to get some chow, you'd better hurry," Cliff said. "The mess cabin closes in something like half an hour."
Lars started to say something, but his father silenced him with a wave of his hand. "My son and I will be glad to help you carry your bags to your cabin."
"Thank you," Christa said, her mouth upturned in a cheery smile. "You've been so wonderful. Won't you join us for dinner?"
As soon as she said it, the lovely thirty-three year old wife regretted it. Something like that could very easily be taken the wrong way. A wife vacationing away from her husband.. . .
"Thanks, but we can't," Cliff said quickly. Lars's mouth nearly dropped to the ground as he listened to his father say that. "Lars and I have already eaten. We had something in Denver before we came here, didn't we, son?"
Lars followed his father's lead wonderingly. "Uh.. . yeah.. . We ate at home before we came," he said.
"Well, another time, then," Christa said as she followed next to her daughter behind Cliff and Lars. The burly man unlocked her cabin and walked into the one-room structure, dropping Christa's bag on the bed. Lars set Cybil's next to her mother's, and the two men went to the opened door.
"I'll come by around nine o'clock, Cyb," Lars said, smiling politely.
"I'll be ready," she said, smiling sweetly and innocently.
Cliff closed the door and walked away from the cabin. His son followed, and, when he was certain they were out of ear shot, said, "Wow! I never thought I'd live to see the day you let someone like that slip through your fingers."
Cliff smiled to himself, and turned his head slightly toward his son. "I don't follow you, Lars," he said, his coal-black eyes sparkling in the setting sun.
"Well, Jesus, that Lamer woman has a body that just won't quit."
"You aren't telling me something I don't already know," Cliff said, his voice sounding somewhat tired and drawn out.
"Then how come you didn't take her up on the invitation she offered for dinner?"
"This one's a little different," Cliff said. "It looks like you made out all right with her daughter though."
"Yeah.. . Cyb and I got along all right. But what do you mean the Lamer cunt is a little different?"
"I don't know . . . I really wish I did, but there's just something about her. . . . "
His voice trailed off as though he were trying to think of something.
"Did she fall for that sob story about you being a widow?" Lars asked after a moment's silence, punctuated by the sound of their feet striking the gravel on the ground.
"You know, son that little matter never came up." Cliff said it as though he hadn't even thought about it before. "She seemed to fall for the old Western charm, though. God, these city slickers think we're all hicks out here. I made sure I laid on the drawl nice and thick. I think I want to find out just how married she is. A woman like that.. . I think I could work it so that she comes to me . . . sort of like a horse coming to a piece of sugar."
Lars looked at his father like he was seeing him for the first time. "All I know is, just being around Cybil made my cock swell so much I was certain she'd think something was up."
"Yeah . . . I could sure tell," the father said smiling. "How old did she say she was?"
"Hell, she said she was sixteen, but that's a crock of bullshit. She's not a day over fourteen . . . if she's that old."
"You may have to go easy with her then. I'll bet she's been felt up a few times, but that hymen of hers is intact."
"Just icing on the cake, Dad . . . just icing on the cake."
Cliff smiled as he thought of his son fucking Cybil silly. Shit, that young little bitch wouldn't know which end was up after Lars finished with her. He'd trained his son well, giving him the type of instruction he believed a father should give a son. Even though Lars was only seventeen, the young man had fucked so many women that Cliff had lost count. That had been the reason Cliffs wife had left him. She believed that Lars was just too wild to control . . . and she had the same feelings about Cliff, especially after she'd caught him sucking one of the secretaries in his office while his cock was ramming in and out of another's mouth. Maggie Bova had filed for a divorce the very next day, almost two years ago, and since that time, Cliff and Lars had been leading the care-free life of two bachelors, going on trips together and screwing endless women.
Hell, Cliff thought as he opened the door to the cabin he was sharing with Lars, he hadn't said anything, but he had been hoping that he could get a little rest from things like that. His son might be able to fuck from dawn to dusk, and then some, but Cliff was getting a little tired. Too much of anything, even sex, can leave a man drained . . . physically as well as emotionally. When he and his son decided to spend two weeks at the ranch, Cliff had decided that he wasn't going to make any special effort to pick up some pussy. If Lars wanted to run himself ragged, that was fine with Cliff. But for two weeks, he was going to take what came. He hadn't thought about it until Lars brought it up, but his own penis hadn't swollen once, despite the nearness of Christa's luscious body. He wasn't worried about it, though. He wasn't going to let his son get one up on him. He was just going to take more time. Shit. . . everyone needs a vacation now and then.
He didn't know then, but his vacation would be lasting a lot longer than two weeks.. . .
* * *
Cybil threw her arms out to her sides as she allowed her body to fall crossways on the bed she had chosen. "Mmmmmmmmm . . . I haven't had a meal like that in a long time. Why can't we char-broil steaks like that at home?"
Christa sat on the edge of her bed and smiled as she arranged her toiletries in the small desk beside her bed. The truth of the matter was, they had had steaks like that in Chicago. Everything seemed to taste much better out here on the ranch, though. Cybil was certainly smitten by being away from the city. Christa had been a little apprehensive about bringing her daughter with her, but she could see now that she had done the right thing. She shuddered slightly as she thought of what it would have been like for Cybil and Frank; for the two of them to be left alone with each other for two weeks. It was really too bad that father and daughter didn't get along. Christa was almost at her wit's end. She hoped that being away from Frank would be as good for Cybil as it was for herself.
"That Lars Bova is kind of cute," Christa said as casually as she could.
"Yeah . . . he's all right," Cybil answered in a tone that let her knowing mother understand that she was getting something of a crush on Lars. Her reaction now was that she shouldn't allow her daughter to go on the hiking trip the next morning, even though she had told her she could. But she tried to put that thought out of her mind. The boy had acted so politely and seemed so honest that she really couldn't think of anything to worry about. She could trust her daughter. She may be only thirteen, but she was a good daughter. She wouldn't do anything stupid. She'd been with boys before.. . .
The long trip from Chicago to Denver to the ranch was finally taking its toll on both women, now that they had eaten. Christa felt a little gritty, and she looked to her daughter, still sprawled out on her bed.
"I don't know about you," the mother said, "but I really need a shower."
"Me too."
There was a short silence, and then, Christa said, "Which one of us goes first? The water heater looks pretty small, and the second person might not have enough water."
The two women looked at each other for what seemed like a very long time. Christa gazed into her daughter's deep, blue eyes, seeing in the young girl someone beautiful, someone who could be very sensual, seeing, for the first time, her daughter becoming a woman, almost before her very eyes. She hadn't noticed it before. There was a strange sparkling in young Cybil's eyes . . . a sparkling that told Christa that her daughter was thinking about Lars the way she had used to think about Frank, when they were first going out so very long ago . . . in another time, another place.. . .
"Why don't you take your shower first?" Cybil said. "I just want to lay here and think for a while."
Her daughter's voice was strangely mature, strangely grown up. It wasn't so much what Cybil had said, but the way she had said it.. . controlled, compassionate, almost loving, as though she could somehow sense that they each needed a little time alone. This was a new and totally different experience for the both of them, being away from Frank for the first time. Rather than answering her daughter, Christa merely nodded, and slowly rose and walked to the small shower stall.
Left alone in the two bed cabin, Cybil altered her position on the bed and allowed her mind to drift. Her first thoughts were of her father. Even though she was still very young, she knew what was happening between her parents. They couldn't hide the truth from her eyes, even though they tried their best. The arguments they had been having lately had become more and more tense. While her father had never hit her mother, Cybil could sense that it was only because of an incredible amount of control on her father's part. She had tried to talk to her mother about what was happening, but her mother would only change the topic. Cybil could see what the problem was, though. Her mother was still a vibrant, exciting woman who wanted to go places and do things. Her father was a quiet man, and becoming all the more reserved as time went on. He was getting old while his wife was staying young. Cybil knew that her mother would like to be having more sex than her father was willing to give. She knew her mother would be shocked if she said anything like that. The young blonde girl was more aware of sex and the problems it can cause than her parents were willing to admit. She would often listen from her bed room, pretending to be asleep, while her parents would argue about how to carry on their marriage. Cybil firmly believed that her mother was a very attractive woman, and she really couldn't understand why her father would not want to make love to her. God, she thought, if she got married to a man who acted like her father, she would never put up with it . . . not for one second!
And then her mind drifted to the two people she and her mother had met earlier in the day . . . the Bovas. Cybil took an immediate liking to them, Lars especially. Cliff seemed like the kind of man she would want for a father, and Lars was certainly more interesting than some of the boys she had dated . . . when her father let her date. There was something about Lars that the young girl couldn't put her finger on . . . something that made her shiver all over with tiny goose-bumps. She knew she would never be able to get to sleep tonight, thinking about hiking around in the woods and pathways with him. She had been kissed many times, and once she had actually allowed an older boy to place his hand on her breasts. She smiled now as she remembered how frightened she had been when he had done that. Her mother and father both had told her many times that she should only allow the man she married to do something like that to her, and while she had been frightened when he had done it, there was no denying the wild sensations she had felt searing through her body as her breast nipples instantly came to life. Mmmmmmmmm . . . it had taken all her will to take his hand off the luscious right mound. If he had tried to push a little harder, she might have lost control and allowed him to slip his hand underneath the cloth of her blouse and bra. Even as she thought about that now, she could feel her nipples hardening and coming to life, and she wondered if Lars would try something like that. She almost hoped that he would. She wouldn't try and force herself on him. If her mother ever found out about the boy who had done it, Cybil knew she would be grounded for the rest of her life. As she lay on her bed, allowing the thoughts to run aimlessly through her mind, she remembered her first orgasm . . . an orgasm she had brought on with her own hand when the boy had finally gone home. The pleasure of dimming against her deeply plunged fingers had totally obliterated all her thinking for a full half hour. She would never be able to release herself like that now . . . not with her mother in the room.
While her daughter was dwelling on Lars and her father, Christa was thinking about something she could not get out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried. As she allowed the warm water to cascade over her smooth, supply body, she couldn't deny to herself that she was attracted to Cliff. The rugged, handsome man remained in her mind, and as she closed her eyes in the shower, she could almost imagine him there, in the stall, watching her, gazing at the generous swell of her wide-spaced breasts, the sweeping curve of her hips and the gentle outward flare of her buttocks. She knew she shouldn't be thinking things like that. When she had married Frank, she had promised that she would forsake all others. When she had said that, she had firmly meant it. But Frank had changed so much since they were married. Almost as soon as Cybil was born, Frank seemed to feel that his duty as a husband no longer included making passionate love to his wife. Christa shivered as she remembered the first year of her marriage. Frank would approach her, his hard, erect penis jutting out from his muscled thighs like an evil-looking spear, throbbing with anticipation, eagerness and excitement. After her wedding night, when Frank had torn forever the fleshy shield of her virginity, she knew she would never tire of the sensations his cock brought her. She had tried her best to be the type of lover he would want forever. She did everything he asked her to do. At first she had been appalled with his suggestion that she suck on his penis and let him squirt his river of lava-like sperm into her mouth, but only moments after she tried it, she found that she liked it, as well as having him lick and suck her vagina until she was screaming out her orgasm at the top of her lungs.
Then, after she had had Cybil, Frank's love-making diminished in quantity. The worst of it was, even though he would be fucking her once a week, she still received the same intense, overpowering feelings she experienced when he was doing it two and sometimes three times a day. From once a week, Frank would come to her every two weeks . . . then once a month . . . Christa would approach him believing that if she were the aggressor for a change, she would have him fucking in and out of her more often. Just the opposite had happened though. Frank told her that he hadn't married a slut, he had married a woman to raise his children. The lovely blonde woman couldn't believe her ears when she had heard him say that, and the two had gotten into a violent argument. Their sex life, from that point on, was a constant source of irritation. Christa would sometimes finger herself as her husband lay sleeping next to her. At first she had thought that she was failing to arouse him, but when several men at the office where she was a part time male secretary made rather blatant advances at her, she knew that she was still as attractive as ever. Then she thought that perhaps her husband had another woman on the side.. . perhaps several women. She simply couldn't believe that a man with Frank's ability to raise her to a sensual fever pitch would deliberately be celibate. But he was! For some reason, Frank seemed to be bored with everything, immersing himself in his work and the few hobbies he had. While he was a good provider for his family, Christa could no longer take the frustration of ' sleeping next to his naked body in bed and not having him fuck her the way he used to. That had been why she had taken the vacation away from him.
And now she had met Cliff!
Cliff was about the same age as her husband, but while Frank seemed to have become lost in a little world of his own, Cliff was aware that there were still things going on, and he seemed, from the first meeting Christa had had with him, that he wanted to experience as much of that world as possible. That was what frightened the lovely showering wife so much. Soaping her body with the lavender-scented soap provided by the lodge, covering her full, firm breasts with the slightly purple lather, she knew that she could easily allow herself to be swept up into an affair she would never be able to handle. Her hands lightly roamed over the eye-pleasing curves of her body, stopping at those tender places where Frank used to stop . . . the smooth soft flesh if her inner thighs, the now-flushed lips of her empty vagina, around behind her to her small, pear-shaped ass cheeks . . . God, she was arousing herself just by taking a shower! She had come all the way out here to escape the very frustration she was now bringing on herself. She couldn't very well finger herself now, not with Cybil in the next room able to hear everything.
She brought herself out of the trance she was in, remembering that her daughter had yet to take a shower, and she was using up all the hot water. As she stepped from the stall into the small bathroom, she caught her reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. For a moment, she thought she was looking at a stranger, and she allowed her eyes to rest on her twin breast mounds, her slightly inwardly puckering naval, the golden fleece of her vaginal mound, the slightly pink lips of her cunt between her legs, the tapering shape of her smooth firm legs . . . And then she shook her head as though she were waking up. She felt as though she wanted to cry. She was beautiful, lovely, attractive She could see that now. She had known it all along, but she had never really thought it to herself until that moment as she stood totally naked, gazing at the ripe lushness of her mature body. She could see that her daughter was developing the same sensual beauty she had now. In twenty years, her daughter would look just as pretty as she did now at thirteen. She pushed her hair behind her ears and looked deeply into the finely sculptured features of her nearly round face, her lightly pronounced cheek bones, the deep, alluring blue of her eyes. What was she lacking now than she had had when she had first married Frank? she asked herself. Nothing. She was just as eager, just as passionate, just as lovely now as she had been then. . . only Frank didn't seem to care any longer.
She wrapped her petite, full breasted body in her bath towel and stepped into the bedroom part of the cabin.
"Your turn," she said, trying to put aside the troubles in her mind and assuming a cheery facial expression. "I tried to leave you enough hot water."
Cybil said nothing as she bounded into the bathroom. Her mother thought it was because she was acting like a little girl. She was at the age now when she could be amazingly mature one moment, and frightfully innocent the next. The truth of the matter was, Cybil's breasts had expanded almost painfully as she lay on the bed thinking of Lars, and she wanted to remove the uncomfortable confinement of her blouse and bra. Her thoughts and memories had aroused her enough so that she would need something to calm her down.. . .
As she heard the water running against her daughter's body, Christa carefully patted her body dry and slipped into her bed naked. Checking to make sure that her door was locked, she turned on her side and started to go to sleep. The drive, the flight, the eagerness to face the next day began settling on her.
But sleep did not come. She relaxed into a semi-stupor, and drifted no more. It was happening again . . . Her naked body rubbing against the crisp, freshly laundered sheets made her as aroused as she would have been if Frank was right next to her. No matter how she positioned her hands, she found that they rested against some part of her flesh that Frank used to touch. She turned from side to side, and finally rested on her back, her full breasts pushing up the sheet into two billowing white mountains, topped by her ever hardening nipples. Her eyes were closed, and her ears listened to the soothing rush of water in the shower, but her mind was dwelling on Cliff Bova . . . the enticing way his muscled body carried itself with all the assuredness Frank had once possessed. A rush of excitement seared through her loins as her mental image of the man was suddenly removed of his jeans and work shirt. He was standing naked in her mind, his massive penis fully erect and pointing at her, the distended glans head gazing at her like a third eye, the whole shaft throbbing and pulsing with the pumping pressure of his lust heated blood. His eyes were sparkling, not with a lewd, wanton desire, but with a compassionate love, the deep warm friendliness she had seen in him for the short while she was in his presence. Only now, in her mind, his friendliness was transformed into a desire to make her feel the way Frank once had. She could see him approaching her, his arms outstretched, and finally touching her. Her vision was so real to her that she firmly believed at that point that it was his hands trailing over her ripe, full breasts instead of her own, flicking lightly over her sensitive nipples, bringing them to a rigid erectness. Her naked buttocks began to move in a subtle squirming motion against the mattress in response to the delightful sensations starting to ripple from her luscious mounds. Still with her eyes shut, Christa allowed her image of Cliff to run through her mind's eye. It was easy to imagine that the hands lightly touching her skin were not hers, but Cliffs instead, that she was once again being caressed and loved the way she used to be.
Her breath came in long hoarse gasps as she allowed one hand to slip downward over the satin smooth flesh of her firm belly while pretending that it was Cliff, in the next cabin, bringing her this wonderful and long awaited arousal. For a moment her finger flicked at the sensitive little hole of her navel, sending a throbbing tingle of desire directly to her vagina. Her hand inched lower until it felt the first soft strands of pubic hair curl through her fingers.
Almost as a second thought, the passionately aroused wife opened her eyes and stared with curiosity at the sheet draped over her naked body underneath, the sight of her hand mounding the bedding between her thighs arousing her all the more. Heedless of the fact that Cybil might come out of the bathroom at any moment, Christa knew she would have to see more of herself like this. She still carried the mental image of Cliff, even with her eyes open, but she instinctively realized that she would need total freedom of movement. Inching the sheets down passed her knees, she spread her slim legs wide apart and let her outstretched middle finger slip down lower, stifling a gasp as her trembling finger tip grazed the sensitive little bud of her clitoris hidden among the golden strands of her fluffy pussy mound just at the top of her vaginal slit. The intensity of the spasm that shot through her spine from her clitoral bud shocked the heavily breathing young woman. It had been months since she had had an orgasm, and she had all but forgotten how all-encompassing the first sensations could be.
Again she closed her eyes, and her image of Cliff stroking his hands over her naked, slightly writhing body became all the more vivid and real to her. She lay still for a moment and allowed that picture to take a stronger and stronger control of her, until just a small part of her brain told her that it was not the handsome stranger she had met today touching her cuntal mound and inching toward her throbbing, pulsating vaginal lips, but her own hands. She stilled the last vestiges of reason in her mind, wanting to believe that she was being given total and blissful satisfaction by something other than her hands.
And then another part of her mind stabbed at her with a strong sense of guilt. How could she be thinking another man doing these things to her . . . a man who was not her husband and who she hardly knew. She tried to blot out the image of Cliff Bova and replace it with her husband, but she couldn't. Frank's face appeared as a watery, underdeveloped photograph, hardly able to compare with the clear, sharp image of the man who had helped her earlier in the day. A tear ran from the corner of her left eye and trailed down her cheek . . . a tear caused by the thought that she was cheating on her husband somehow, and was powerless to stop herself. Frank, and not Cliff, was the stranger, a man she hardly knew. And then, in her mind, Cliff made a waving motion with his hand, and Frank's face disappeared altogether like colored smoke in the wind, and there was nothing left but Cliffs face, Cliffs powerful, muscular body, Cliffs hands resting still on her supple, flawless flesh.
Her hand on her breasts massaged the exposed globes in small, ever-increasing circles, pressing tightly the hardness of her nipples against her palm, and then raced down over the flat plane of her belly to join the other at the hair-fringed juncture of her thighs. Her buttocks jerked spontaneously as her left hand returned to her breasts, and her right slowly inched through the yellow jungle of her pubic curls to once again touch the tiny hidden button of her clitoris. A passionate gurgle of irrepressible delight bubbled from deep in her throat.
Kicking the sheet completely away from her slender legs, the aroused blonde woman spread her thighs even wider apart and slid her hand along the quivering slit of her moisture-drenched vagina, and then back up to her eagerly pulsating clitoris. Finally, moaning passionately, she pushed her trembling middle finger slowly up inside her tight, anxious pussy.
She could tell, in the back of her mind, that her one finger would not be enough, and she immediately inserted a second, and then a third finger between the fleshy folds of her rapidly moistening slit, all the while imagining that it was Cliff Bova's penis slithering into her cuntal orifice. It seemed as though she was trying to insert her whole hand into her desire-lubricated pussy mouth, it's been so long, she thought to herself. The incredible sensations searing through her fired loins were making her feel as though she were once again a virgin, experiencing the delights of a first fucking all over again. The relentless stretching of her cuntal muscles washed delicious waves of pleasure endlessly over the entire length of her body. Christa surrendered completely to her long unsatisfied desires and began to writhe passionately upon her bed, her smooth buttocks undulating upward to meet the penetrating strokes of her hand, her mind telling her over and over again that it was not her hand doing this . . . that it was Cliffs penis . . . Cliffs lust-inflated cock pistoning through her too-long empty loins.
With her eyes closed and all parts of her mind delighting in the small pinpoints of light flickering through her incited brain, she never noticed that the water in the bathroom had stopped running, and that her daughter was gazing at her nakedly exposed body, her young mouth hanging open as though she would never get over the shock of what she was seeing. Her mother.. . her own mother, totally naked on the bed, her thighs spread as wide as they could be, one hand caressing and kneading her full breasts, and the other almost forcefully thrust into her glistening vaginal passage, pumping slowly . . . slowly, with ever increasing speed and deliberation. My God, Cybil thought as she stared unblinkingly at the wild scene. My mother is actually fucking herself, doing the same thing I did when Johnny touched my breasts! Her hand is pressing between her legs as tightly as she can press it. Her breathing . . . it's so labored and ragged . . . her face is strained, her eyes . . . they're shut tight.. . .
Cybil watched in amazement as her mother began panting and moaning now, the sounds of her ragged breathing filling the small two bed room. The young blonde daughter couldn't come to grips with what she was seeing. She would never have thought that her mother would actually do something like that. Why should she? She was married. Cybil may never have had a man's penis inside her, but she knew enough about sex to know that her father was supposed to be doing the things her mother was now doing to herself. She wanted to hide, out of embarrassment for her mother. At that moment, she hated her father, loathed him for forcing her mother to do something like this to herself. God . . . ! Her mother's glistening vagina look so wet, so eager, and so desperate as her hand took the place of her husband's penis. Cybil could feel her own face flushing a deep crimson. She shouldn't be looking at this! She remembered that when she had done it to herself, she was glad she had been alone in the darkness of her bedroom. She would have died if someone had been watching her.
Her mother's naked thighs were bouncing up and down on the mattress with gathering force now, gyrating in widening circles around the deep plunging hand brazenly thrust up between her slightly quivering legs. Cybil stared in increasing amazement, feeling her own young body becoming aroused at the sight of her mother masturbating. She could feel the first seepings of heated moisture trickling from her own hairless cuntal split, and even as she stood there, half in the bathroom and half in the living room, her own tiny hand trailed up from her knee, underneath the towel she had wrapped around her supply body, resting, finally, at the smooth joining of her slender, girlish thighs. With her eyes opened wide, never once leaving the arousing sight of her mother passionately stroking her vagina, Cybil's hand stopped as she felt the sticky moistness of her own cuntal lubrication.
And then the young girl snapped back to reality. She couldn't believe what she was thinking. The sight of her mother's naked cunt was arousing . . . pleasing. . . inviting to her. Confused, Cybil tried to get a grip on her feelings. What was the matter with her? She actually wanted to walk over to her mother and remove her mother's hand from her vagina . . . and insert her own! She wanted to touch her mother's cunt, wanted to insert her own finger in her mother's gyrating pussy flesh, wanted her own mother's cum washing against her fingers. . . !
Cybil shook her head quickly, unable to calm the passionate sensations searing through her young body. Again her hand trailed up along her trembling form under the towel, her arm opening the covering slightly as she herself surrendered to the feelings washing through her body. With her eyes staring at her mother's undulating form on the bed, the young girl did as she saw her mother doing, and inserted her middle finger in the tight, virginal slit of her thirteen year old cunt. Then she began pumping tier hand in and out of her vagina to the rhythm of her mother's panting.
On the bed, completely oblivious to the fact that her own daughter was watching her finger-fuck herself, Christa issued little cries of licentious delight as she desperately pumped with her hand in and out of her golden-lined slit. Gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes as tightly as she could, she began to thrash her body even more wildly on the rumpled bed. She could feel her clitoris swelling with every plunge she made up between her legs. It felt bigger now than it ever had in her entire life, and Christa continued to rub at the expanded bud as she fucked her hand madly in and out of her clasping pussy lips, shoving her fingers in as far as she could, intensifying the heated waves of wild pleasure that swept relentlessly through her writhing loins.
Her full, sculptured blonde hair flailed across the pillow and her face as the feverishly aroused woman shuddered in the throes of her self-induced passion. She could almost feel the weight of Cliff Bova pounding against her naked body, as she continued to imagine his cock fucking in and out of her hungering pussy lips, speeding deeper and deeper into her as his rock-hard penis strained to reach all the way to her cervix. Nothing mattered! She no longer cared that it was the vision of Cliff bringing her this passion. The years of mounting frustration she felt by living with her husband melted away in this new place as she obtained more and more of the blissful sensations.
All thoughts were washed from her mind as she began to strain in earnest for the orgasm she could feel approaching. Her body bucked and jerked against her hands, and she lost all conception of reality. Her hand was Cliffs penis . . . her hand kneading and squeezing her breasts was Cliffs body. Her mind seemed to hear Cliffs deep, husky voice whispering obscenities as his heavy loins pressed rhythmically against her own furiously thrashing body.
"Fuck me," she whispered up at her vision, the mental sound of her words increasing the passion surging through her luscious body. "Fuck me . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck. . . . ! "
The sound of her mother's voice uttering the word "fuck" over and over again infused Cybil with a passion she would never have dreamed possible. She vaguely wondered what her mother was thinking. The young girl was now leaning against the wall near the bathroom, her slender legs straight out and spread apart, naked as, in her increased motions, she had pulled the towel from her body. Her own middle finger had been joined by another, and she gaped unseeingly at the lust-provoking sight of her mother on the bed, her own hand moving with a blurring speed. Her own ass cheeks began gyrating against the wall, bouncing outward against her hand, pushing her fingers deeper into the tight, smooth crevice of her young cunt. She could feel the tips of her fingers pressing against the thick membrane of her hymen, and she tried to rip . . . tear it in her mounting passion. But she couldn't! Her hand was too small! Even so, she could feel the throes of her own orgasm coming, just like it had the time before, when she had been positioned exactly like her mother was now. She stabbed her fingers deeper into her virginal pussy and felt lines of searing pleasure shoot through her small, undulating body, and again she heard her mother's passionate moaning. . . "Do it to me! Make me cummmmmmm.. . . ! "
On the bed, Christa clamped her thighs tightly against her now slippery hand as she continued to slide it in and out of her wildly dilating cunt. She rotated her fingers in frantic little circles around the throbbing bud of her clitoris. It was going to happen! It had to happen! She was going to cum! Involuntary contractions wracked her perspiration-drenched body as Christa fought for the release that the salacious sensations rising from deep within her body so lewdly promised. She wanted that release . . . She had to orgasm!
Cybil's grinding young buttocks jerked spasmodically up and out to meet the plunging fingers of her deeply-thrust hand, and she, too, was circling her clitoris with instinctive knowledge, her own waves of frantic passion growing more and more intense. Sparks of pure, blissful delight welled up from deep within her straining loins as her young mind imagined that it was not her own hand, but that of her mother fingering her young cunt. The young girl heard the scream bf her mother's orgasm, and the banshee wail emitting from her mother's throat triggered her own climax. The young girl felt her whole body go limp, and she slid to the floor, her cum-drenched hand ramming in and out of her wide-stretched cuntal lips. She bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming as she heard her mother's passionate cry of release.
And she came as well. . . mother and daughter each bringing themselves to climax at the same time. Cybil's sporadic panting was drowned out by the mindless cry of utter abandon pouring from her mother's lips just a few feet away. Cybil's young hand was washed with her cum, and she could feel the hot sticky moistness of her passion juice flow out from her cunt and down the insides of her thighs.
And then it was over for her. Forcing herself to regain consciousness, she noticed that her mother was still in the grip of her orgasm. The young daughter thought quickly, and with an amazing surge of will, pulled herself to a standing position and re-entered the bathroom, closing the door as silently as she could. She wanted to save her mother the embarrassment of knowing that her own daughter had watched her fingering herself.
Cybil leaned her naked body against the inside of the door, feeling the last ebbing away of her orgasm. Her legs were still wobbly, and her brain was still awash with a white sheet of light. She was panting, her eyes cast down along her smooth flesh, seeing her hairless cunt, her flat belly, the twin peaks of her already full breasts. She waited until she was certain her mother was finished, and taking a deep breath to steady her own jagged nerves, she opened the bathroom door, re-entering the bedroom with a smile on her face, determined that she would never let her mother know what she had seen . . . or done.
Christa was laying in bed, covered once again by the sheet. There was a slightly worried look on the mother's face, and Cybil could read her mother's expression.
"It.. . it feels so wonderful, standing in the shower after such a long trip," the young girl said as she slipped into a sheer nightie her mother had brought her for the trip. She heard her mother sigh with relief, and Cybil smiled to herself, knowing that her mother believed her actions had been carried on in secret.
"This book is fascinating," Christa said. When she had finished her orgasm, the mother had fished out a book she had packed so she would appear casually reading when her daughter finally came out of the shower. The last thing she wanted her daughter to know was that she had wantonly fingered herself. Her daughter may be old enough to understand, but that was not the way Christa felt she should learn about things like that. Talking about them was one thing . . . actually seeing them was something totally different. She was not ashamed of what she had done. She was a little hurt that she had had to do it. It only served to remind her that the man to whom she was married was failing her in so many ways. But she had done it before, and she was certain she would be doing it again. A woman has needs, the same as a man, and if she had to satisfy those needs herself, then so be it.
"I'm kind a tired," Cybil said as she turned on her side, facing her mother. The young girl was still confused by the thoughts that had been running through her mind while she had been fingering herself. She couldn't understand the strange and powerful attraction she had felt for her mother at that moment. And yet, it did not bother her. She felt no guilt, no remorse. She felt strangely at peace with her self.
She willed herself not to think about it any longer, and then drifted to sleep, thinking of the fun she would be having the next day with Lars Bova.
CHAPTER TWO
Cybil's heart was fluttering in her chest as she silently walked out of her cabin the next morning. Her mother was still sleeping when Lars came knocking in the door, and the young blonde girl had been dressed and waiting for him. As soon as she heard him knocking, she inched through the cabin door, not wanting the young boy to see her mother sleeping.
"Good morning, Lars," she said sweetly smiling at him. He really is handsome, she thought. The way he smiled back at her let her know that here was a boy who had done many things.. . a real man, and not at all like some of the boys who took her to the school dances in Chicago.
"Good morning, Cyb," he said. "Wanna eat breakfast before we go? Walking around on an empty stomach is not a good idea."
"Uh . . . okay," she said. She fell in next to him, and listened attentively as he spoke about many things . . . his father's job as a trucking dispatcher in Denver, what it was like being in high school, some of the things he and his friends did for fun . . . All through breakfast, Cybil felt as though she had been leading the life of a nun. Lars seemed to have done so many things, and he seemed so mature and wise that Cybil couldn't believe he was actually spending time with her. He was just like Bill Williams, the most popular boy in her junior high school. Bill had many girlfriends, but Cybil was not one of them. Oh, he had asked her to dance with him once at the last school dance, but when she tried to stay with him, he had brushed her off, telling her he liked older and mature woman, and not little girls. Cybil had been very hurt by that, and she had blamed her father for not allowing her to do some of the things the older girls could do, things like staying out until eleven o'clock, wearing make-up and shorter skirts.. . .
Lars, though, was not treating her like a child. He was talking to her as though he really liked her, and he would occasionally asked what she thought about several things. She tried to sound as intelligent as she could, but she was not all that used to actually being treated like an adult. Every time she opened her mouth, she only seemed to put her foot in it.
If Lars thought so, he never gave any indication. When they had finished breakfast, Lars pushed his body away from the table.
"Come on," he said, quickly walking from the uncrowded mess cabin. "If we hurry, we can get to the top of Lizard Peak by noon."
"Lizard Peak?" Cybil asked as she followed behind Lar's muscularly moving body.
"Yeah . . . that's the tallest hill on the ranch. At noon, you can see everything all lit by the sun. It's a great place to get high."
Cybil hadn't quite caught the last thing he said, but she was so excited about walking through the forests and meadows with Lars that she never gave it a thought.
The trial was well worn and followed a winding path around the corral where the nding horses were kept, and finally through a narrow spacing between the trees that grew on the side of the hill. In less than ten minutes, Cybil felt as though she was in a primeval forest. The dirt path seemed to rise sharply under her, and it was all she could do to keep up with Lars, who seemed to be walking up the steep path as easily as she walked the level sidewalks of her native Chicago.
In front of her, Lars was smiling to himself. He was moving as quickly as he could, trying his best to impress this young little cunt with his strength. These city slickers are all alike, he thought, just like Dad says. And this little bitch seems really , eager to have me like her. That's almost too bad. Girls like her take all the fun out of the chase.
He'd carried the mental image of her all night, and he and his father had talked about nothing except the sheer beauty and fuckability of the two new visitors to the ranch. Lars had been to the Broken L so many times that he could follow any one of the trails blindfolded. Some of the areas he knew to be set aside for the ranch nature walks. Those areas had been carefully planted with edible wild plants, allowing the campers to get the experience of being able to pick something and eat it right then and there. Lars was going to use that little bit of knowledge later on, if he had to. A girl like Cybil would probably be impressed with learning all about eating wild plants. Most people from the city are.
The winding path finally brought the two young hikers to a small plateau, and Lars decided that he didn't want to wear Cybil out too much. He wanted her to have enough strength to swing that nice looking ass of hers . . . when the time came.
"Whew," he said, wiping his brow with the sleeve of his faded, slightly torn work shirt. "This climbing is hard work. What say we take a little break?"
Cybil wasn't going to say so, but she had wanted a break a long time ago. She wasn't used to all this climbing, but she didn't want to appear like a little child in front of Lars. Even though she knew he was only seventeen, he seemed so much older.. . He was a man . . . a real man, like his father, and not at all like hers.
While Lars sat back against a felled tree trunk, Cybil walked to a small clearing and looked out over the part of the ranch she could see through the trees. Once again she was feeling like a little girl. Everything was so pretty . . . not at all like the towering steel and concrete of home. She could hear dozens of birds, see flying insects . . . off in the distance she was certain she could see a small deer. She stood as she panted to catch her breath from the climbing, her thoughts moving from the beauty of nature to what she had seen her mother doing last night. It seemed like such a long time ago, she thought. A long time ago and in a totally different world. She wondered now if she should still be shocked by seeing her mother masturbate. She wasn't.. . just as she didn't feel bad about having done it herself. And the arousal she had felt for her mother.. . that didn't bother her either. Was it supposed to? She had seen "dirty pictures" once. One of the older, senior high school boys had showed her, and some of her friends, colored pictures of naked men and women doing "things" with each other. Most of her friends had been shocked by the photos, but Cybil found them to be fascinating. That had been a year ago, a little before she had fingered herself. She could understand now why all the women and men had looked so happy. Having her fingers in her cunt felt really good. It was nothing she really wanted to talk about with anyone, but it was certainly nothing she felt badly for.. . and wouldn't, now that she knew her mother.. . her lovely mother . . . had done the very same thing.
And then, she stopped being a little girl for a while again, and thought of Lars. She wondered what he looked like naked. She had never seen another man naked, except for the pictures. She knew all about the parts of the human body. She had taken a health class in school. She knew what was supposed to happen in sex. She had felt that for herself. But to actually take a long.. . penis . . . up inside her between her legs.. . that was something she wasn't certain she would ever be able to do. And she wasn't all that sure she wanted to, either. Not even Lars's penis.
Her thoughts were broken as she heard what sounded like laughing a little farther up the trail. It was a woman's laughter, followed by a man's call.
"No use running away, Margaret," the man said between his laughter. "I see you."
"No fair, Stu," the woman called back. "You cheated." She ended her sentence with a high pitched laughter.
Cybil turned to Lars, who was now standing.
"Come on," he said, walking briskly up the trial. "I think I know these people."
Wonderingly, Cybil followed Lars to another small clearing some fifty feet from where they were resting.
"Stu . . . Margaret.. . Funny meeting you people here in the wild," Lars said as he walked over to the couple hugging each other in the clearing. He'd actually been wondering when he would see Stu and Margaret. The two seniors from his high school were at the ranch as much as he was. If anything would help his getting into Cybil's tight, young pussy, meeting these two people would.
Cybil finally arrived at the clearing, huffing and puffing, still determined that she could keep up with anything Lars could do. She saw the two people, and found them to be about Lars's age . . . maybe a little older. The boy, Stu, was a handsome, tall, friendly-looking red-head, his long hair parted in the middle of his head and reaching all the way down to the back of his neck. He was nearly as tall as Lars, not quite as muscled, not quite as rugged looking, but he looked as though he could hold his own in the wilds, as could Lars.
The girl, Margaret, looked as though she was more at home in a city than the country. She was stunningly beautiful, her long, full jet-black hair framing her face and giving her the appearance of someone who could be twenty-four or five, though Cybil could see that her body belonged to a girl who was still in the ripeness of teen age youth.
"This is Cybil Lamer," Lars said, motioning to the young blonde girl. "She and I are going up to Lizard Peak."
Stu gave Lars a little wink. The red-head boy knew what Lars had in mind, and his wink showed that he not only approved, he was very impressed. Cybil's youthful innocence and physical maturity made a very interesting combination.
"Hell, you don't have to go all the way up there," Margaret said as she walked away from the little group. "We have some pot of our own. We've just come from up there. Stu and I spent the night. Why don't we get stoned together?"
She fished something out of her purse, which she had dropped against a tree while she and Stu had been playing their little game of hide and seek. Cybil hadn't had a chance to say anything, and when she suddenly understood what the three other people were going to do, she found that she couldn't think of anything to say. They were going to smoke marijuana! She just knew it. She could see the green leaves in the bag Margaret handed Lars. The three of them sat in a small circle while Lars emptied a small amount of the crushed leaves into the rolling papers he'd been carrying in his hip pocket.
"What about you, Cyb?" Lars called to her. "You so wrapped up in nature that you don't want to get a little high with us?"
"I. . . I. . . " Cybil's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She had only heard about pot. She had never seen any before in her life though, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to try any. There had been a small police raid in one of Chicago's high schools last year, and one of the boys arrested had lived on her street. Her father had told her that if he ever caught her smoking marijuana, he would tan her hide so hard that she wouldn't sit for a week. Her mother had been less threatening, though she had voiced her own disapproval as well. And Cybil had heard stories about what can happen when people smoke the drug. They would do strange things like jump out of buildings and dress funny.
"Aaaaaahhh . . . " Stu said as an after thought. "If the kid doesn't want to smoke, that's her privilege."
Cybil's eyes opened wide as she heard Stu calling her a kid. She didn't see the wink Lars and the red-headed boy exchanged, or she would have known that that was exactly what Lars wanted him to say to her. The two boys had done so many things together that they could almost read each other's minds. Cybil drew herself up and walked to the small circle, sitting between Lars and Margaret. Her heart was pounding, and her thoughts were a little confused, but she was going to show Lars that she was no kid. Even though he obviously didn't think of her like that, he might if she didn't smoke with them. As her heart pounded in her chest, she remained outwardly calm. She was going to show them. She would show them all.
The four of them sat in silence, and Cybil watched as Lars rolled four thick joints. Each of the illegal cigarettes looked like one that would be found in a pack of tobacco cigarettes bought in a drug store, and each time he finished one, he would hold it up to the sun, as though he were admiring his handiwork.
"I think that's enough," he said finally. "Shall I start?"
"Might just as well," Stu said, rocking back and forth a little. "This is pretty good shit. Picked up about a pound the last time I was in Mexico."
"The proof is in the tasting," Lars said. He produced a book of matches and lit the joint, inhaling on the thick smoke and holding his breath as he passed the burning pot to Cybil.
"This is it," she thought to herself. "I'll just smoke a little . . . just enough to show them that I'm not a little girl . . . that I'm grown up. . "
She took the tightly rolled joint in her hand and smoked it as she had seen Lars do. It burned her lungs, and it was all she could do to keep from coughing. She gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes, determined that she would not allow the burning dry sensations in her throat and chest. Her face turned beet red, and her whole body felt as though she would never breathe properly again. But she did not cough!!
And then, as she passed the joint to Margaret, she found that the pressure of the expanded smoke in her lungs lessened. It was no longer threatening to make her gag, and she felt her whole body starting to become relaxed. She could feel her thigh muscles, which had been over worked because of all the hiking she had done, suddenly seem light and completely rested. But other than that, she felt no effect at all. She had passed the first real test of her maturity, and she was certain she had passed with flying colors. Lars couldn't help but be proud of her.
As Margaret passed the joint to Stu, the sable-haired girl nestled her body up against the red-headed boy, wrapping her arm around his lower waist. Cybil was watching Stu and Margaret when Lars handed her the joint. This time she took it without any hesitation, knowing what to expect when she inhaled the thick smoke. She held her breath, wondering why she felt no effects at all. What's so wonderful about smoking marijuana? she thought. Nothing's happening to me.
For several minutes there was no sound other than the constant chattering of the birds and the buzzing of flying insects. Cybil wondered if she should say something, but she couldn't think of anything. And since no one else seemed to want to say anything, it obviously didn't make any difference. It was very peaceful, in a way, sitting in silence in the great outdoors. Everything seemed so natural and settled. Cybil would have thought that she would be seeing colors and strange visions, but instead, she was feeling very relaxed, and even though she didn't know Stu or Margaret at all, she felt that she liked being with them. They somehow seemed to blend with the restful setting of pine trees and the back ground of the mountains off in the far distance.
The tightness of the jeans she had worn for hiking, though, pressed uncomfortably against her sensitive pussy, and she squirmed her small buttocks on the ground as unobtrusively as possible, searching in vain for a position that would relieve this pressure. The more she twisted and turned, the more embarrassing the throbbing sensation between her legs became. It reminded her of what she had done to herself the night before, and this thought only served to add to the discomfort. Her whole young vagina felt as though it was pulsing with each heart beat.
"Want some water?" Margaret asked, passing
Cybil a metal canteen, interrupting her squirming motions.
"Yes. . . thank you," she said. She hadn't thought about it until now, but all the hiking had made her very thirsty. As she reached for the canteen, though, she found that the movement made her a little dizzy. And her hand was moving as though she were in a dream. The sound of her words seemed both strange and amusing at the same time, and she turned the canteen to her lips, smiling at the thought of what her father would say if he could see her now.
Again there was a long moment of silence as the remaining three joints were quickly smoked. All the while, Margaret was pressing her body tighter and tighter against Stu's. Cybil found that she was watching them with a mounting interest, all the while noting that the throbbing in her tight young pussy was increasing as she became more and more stoned. She was thinking that Stu was as nice looking as Lars, though the red-headed boy seemed to be more interested in Margaret than anything else. They were looking into each other's eyes, totally oblivious to the natural beauty surrounding them.
And then Stu did something which made Cybil feel both aroused and giggly at the same time. The red-head brought his hand slowly up along Margaret's side to press his palm tightly against the out-thrusting mound of her left breast. He squeezed the soft, pliant flesh then, not caring that Cybil was staring with wide-eyed amazement. She had never seen such a blatant display of affection. When she had allowed her own breast to be touched like that, she had been alone in her home.
Then Margaret leaned over and kissed Stu passionately. Cybil looked at Lars, who seemed totally unaware that his two friends were openly feeling each other. Cybil returned her glance to the tightly pressing couple sitting next to her, a large smile on her face, but confusion in her mind. She would have thought that if Stu and Margaret wanted to kiss like that, they would have said something and walked off into the near-by woods. Cybil knew that if she was going to be kissed, she wouldn't want it to happen where just anybody could come in and watch.
What happened next, though, was more shocking than Cybil would ever have thought possible. Stu pulled away from Margaret a little and whispered loudly enough for Lars and Cybil to hear, "Why don't you suck my cock . . . like you did last night?"
Cybil closed her eyes and tried to think of what she had just heard. He couldn't have said that! He just couldn't have!
Then she remembered the pictures she had seen. One had been of a woman with a man's long thick penis in her mouth. Cybil had wondered how a woman could actually do something like that, but the smile on the woman's face as she sucked on the man's cock had been evidence enough that she loved what he was doing to her. And now it looked as though the young girl was going to see the real thing! Even so, she wondered how it was possible that people could do something like that out here in the open, where anyone could watch.
The young blonde thirteen year old watched with mounting fascination as Margaret moaned softly and tugged at the thin white blouse she wore, opening it unashamedly and dropping it to the ground. She slithered out of her tight jeans, and rolled over between Stu's wide spread legs, clad only in her bra and a diminutive pair of pink nylon bikini panties. With a smile on her face, she began to unbuckle Stu's wide belt and unzip his fly.
Cybil's deep blue eyes bulged in her head as she observed the incredible things the young high school student was doing. For a few moments, the young blonde girl was unaware of the arousing feeling growing in her tender pussy, unaware even of Lars inching nearer and nearer toward her on the ground. I don't believe it, the young girl thought. How can a woman do something like that . . . just take off her clothes and strip her boyfriend in front of other people? Was she actually going to put his . . . thing . . . in her mouth like the other girl in the picture? Cybil had to see for herself. Some of the girls in her school had talked about the things they did with their boyfriends, and Cybil knew they were lying. Now she would see the real thing, and she didn't want to miss one second of it!
The drugged young girl held her breath and bit on her lower lip as she watched the dark-haired older girl slip her small white hand into her boyfriends open fly to caress his visibly throbbing penis which had sprung out through his retraining shorts. Cybil stared with wide-eyed amazement at Stu's cock. She had never seen one in real life before, and her first sight brought a gasp from her lips. Once again, she became aware of the warm tingling pressure down between her legs, and although she tried suppress it, the sensations were steadily growing more and more intense.
I should leave, she thought. I shouldn't be watching this. This should be done done away from people.
But even as she thought the words, she was held spell-bound by the utter strangeness and openness of the action. Some frozen inertia.. . the same thing she had felt the night before when she had watch her mother fingering herself, once again overpowered her.
But there was something else . . . something just as strong as the unexplainable power which held her rooted on the ground. She wanted to watch . . . wanted to see everything. . . wanted to learn. It was all a part of growing up, she thought. I wonder if Mom has ever done this?
Now the voluptuous young sable-haired girl was slowly tugging Stu's jeans down over his long legs. She tossed the garment away and then bent down over his naked loins to once again caress the huge, mammoth, erect penis, which stood straight up from his blazing red pubic mound.
Cybil stared in fascinated wonder at the thick pole of flesh jutting from the red-haired young man's body. In her stoned state, .it seemed at least twice the size of the penises she had seen in the pictures, and she couldn't imagine how Margaret could possibly take that rigid rod of flesh into her mouth.
Margaret, too, was staring at Stu's thickly distended penis, but her expression was one of delighted anticipation. She continued to caress his huge pulsing hardness with her small white hand, low crooning sounds of animal pleasure emerging from her throat as she felt it jerk and throb beneath her coaxing fingers. She loved to suck his penis, and she loved it all the more when there were other people watching. It was almost as if she was showing everyone that she could please her boyfriend better than any other woman could. Even without turning her head, she knew that three pairs of eyes were staring intently at her every move, and this knowledge sent a wave of lewd excitement reverberating through her almost-naked young loins and raised goose-bumps on her creamy white flesh.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaa. . . . " Stu groaned. "Come on, Maggie. Get down on me . . . . Suck me good!"
The teenage sable-haired girl shifted her full, luscious body so that she was kneeling between her boyfriend's widespread legs, then dipped her head down toward his long erect penis. Her dark, straight hair brushed tantalizingly against his belly and upper thighs as her little pink tongue darted out to lick the small pearl of moisture from the head of his stiffened cock, and to swirl in quick wet circles around the angry red glans.
"Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," he groaned, leaning his head back on the ground as his whole body shivered in ecstatic expectation. "Yeah . . . such my cock, you hot little cunt!"
More aroused than ever by his obscene words, the young girl began to lick over the entire length of his smooth, pungent tasting cock. The distinctive male odor rising from his exposed loins filled her with a wild abandoned delight, and she sank her pretty face even deeper between his thighs to gently mouth the lust-bloated sac of his balls.
Just a few feet away, Cybil sat as if hypnotized, her eyes riveted on the incredible exhibition going on in front of her. The young girl was so absorbed by the titillating spectacle of actually seeing a woman sucking a man's cock that she was unaware of her compulsive squirming against the ground, and when Lars, who had been busy rolling another joint, handed it to her to smoke, she mindlessly inhaled the thick white smoke deep into her lungs.
This is incredible, she thought. I know I shouldn't be here watching this . . . I should leave these people alone . . . I should go home.. . Mother wouldn't want me to see this. . . Even as her mind echoed the warning that she should leave, though, she paid no heed. She felt as though she were dreaming, no longer in control of her actions. She made a feeble effort to get up to leave, but her legs were too tired. And the scene was simply too fascinating for her to actually want to leave anyway. Watching these people was almost the same as watching her mother the night before. Everything seemed vaguely unreal, yet at the same time more vivid than ever. She felt as though she were Margaret, as though Stu's wetly glistening penis was pulsing hotly against her own tongue.
Lars shot a glance at the confused and fascinated young girl beside him. He could tell she was getting hot. Her crotch was fast becoming darkly stained with the increased flow of her young pussy juices seeping from her aroused cuntal lips and nylon panties. Small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, and her girlish ass cheeks were grinding more and more urgently down against the ground. Probably the first time she's ever seen anything like this, he decided, a satisfied smile on his lips. He himself was accustomed to Stu and Margaret's total lack of inhibition, and he would often join in this sort of action himself. But now . . . now he was just going to sit back and watch . . . and wait for his chance to get into Cybil's tight little cunt. He figured her to be a virgin, and he liked fucking virgins more than anything else he could think of. Even though she was acting a little innocent, and seemed to be totally unaware that he was moving closer and closer to her, Lars was sure that after seeing Stu and Margaret, she would want him to fuck her so bad she would be begging for his cock. It was one of the tricks his father had taught him, and he used it to his best advantage.
"Yeah, baby . . . fuck me with your hot little mouth!" Stu gasped, raising his head up to stare at the arousing sight of his girlfriend's nearly naked breasts. He reached up with his hands and unfastened her bra strap, allowing her full, luscious mounds to spill forward, swaying around in little circles as she moved. Stu knew that Margaret loved performing sexually in front of other people. She loved the challenge of pleasing as many people as she could at the same time. He himself got an extra kick from being observed while sticking his rigid cock up into her mouth while being observed. He smiled to himself as he tried to think of what must be running through Cybil's mind at this moment. Shit. . she was so young she's probably never even seen a man's penis, let alone know what can be done with it.
A blissful moan escaped from Margaret's wetly ovaled lips as she sank her saliva-filled mouth down on her boyfriend's swollen penis. Hungrily, she sucked it in as deep as it would go till her whole throat was stuffed with hard male flesh. She ran her tongue teasingly around the warm, bloated glans, delighting in the way she could make his body jerk and moan beneath her. With an eager twist of her full, youthful hips, she moved so that her madly throbbing pussy could rub against his tensed thigh. God, how she loved to suck his warm pulsing penis.
As Cybil watched Margaret's ovaled, hungry mouth close over the blood-swollen length of Stu's red penis, an involuntary gasp of mingled disbelief and delight escaped from her drug-numbed lips. Everything was just too fantastic to be true! She felt as though a whole new world was being opened to her. Even though she had seen pictures of this very thing, she would never have believed that she would actually be seeing something like this in real life. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a man's penis so deep in her throat. It looked so grown up . . .
Lars heard Cybil's low gasp and decided that it was time to let her know he hadn't forgotten about her. Reaching out, he began to caress her blouse-covered shoulders with slow, massaging stokes.
At the unexpected touch, Cybil's overly-sensitive body jerked away, the full realization of just what was happening hitting her at last. With a small part of reality entering her mind, she found that she felt as tingly all over as she had when her breasts had been touched in Chicago . . . and she hadn't even been kissing! She could sense that if Lars touched her breasts now, she would never be able to hold herself back from "going all the way" with him. She liked him . . . she liked him a lot. . . but she wasn't all that sure she could do that with him. Even though she wanted to let him know that she was not a little girl, the way her mother and father thought she was, she wasn't quite ready for something like letting Lars do to her what she was watching Margaret do to Stu. She forced her body to move away from Lars, all the while never allowing her eyes to leave the scene in front of her.
Lars, realizing that he'd acted too fast, rolled another joint and offered it to her.
"Here ya go," he said, smiling as nicely as he could. "You look like you could use a little more."
Cybil found that she liked the way she was feeling now. She was so relaxed . . . even more so after Lars didn't touch her again, that she was certain she could trust him. She took the joint and inhaled nearly half of it, smiling as everything became more and more like a dream to her. Everything was so peaceful and natural.. . Margaret was so lovely and Stu was so handsome. And Lars was so nice to her. They all must think that she is old enough to appreciate what's happening. No one seemed to care that she was younger than they are. . . .
The handsome Lars felt his expectant cock throb demandingly against his tight denim pants. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined how warm and tight Cybil's cunt would be . . . her hot, wet virgin cunt. God . . . she was so young that she probably wouldn't even have any hair around her pussy. A nice, hot, tight, hairless cunt. He knew then and there he was the luckiest person on the whole ranch . . . except for maybe his father!
Cybil had momentarily turned away as she sucked in on the marijuana smoke, and when she brought her eyes back to them, she saw that they seemed to be acting out some age-old ritual with motions so graceful and stylized as those of ballet dancers, and their loud moans and soft sounds of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh seemed to be a sensuous background of music. Totally relaxed now, the drugged young girl let her body fall back so that her thighs were slightly spread, pressing the crotch of her jeans against her young, throbbing pussy all the more. Everything was taking place within a rainbow-colored cloud, and everything was so beautiful and natural.
Right next to her, Margaret continued to suck Stu's hard pulsing cock deep in her mouth. The voluptuous teenager's lips were painfully strained, but she was glad for the slight pain. It told her without even looking that Stu's cock was as large as it could possibly be. Grinding her eagerly quivering vagina against her boyfriend's tautly muscled thigh, she began to tease his pulsating penis by nipping up and down the entire length of his lust-inflated shaft.
"Shit.. . you fucking little cocksucker . . . you really . . . suck my cock . . . dddooooooooooooodddddddd. . . " Stu panted, driven almost out of his mind by the shuddering waves of pleasure that shot through his body as Margaret's sharp little teeth sank into his aching penis. "Yyyyyeeeeaaaahhhh . . . like that.. . suck me! Suck me harddddddddd.. . . "
Margaret was more than happy to obey, and she pressed her tightly ovaled lips as hard as she could against the huge rod of male flesh plunging up into her mouth. Her tongue felt the urgent pulsing of his swollen veins on the underside of his demandingly thrusting penis, and she knew that his orgasm was only a few seconds away. Almost frantically, then, she undulated her hot little cunt against his hairy leg as she strove to cum with him.
Stu was suddenly aware of the feel of Margaret's damp, hair-fringed pussy scraping against the naked flesh of his thigh and the wantonness of her action aroused his passion to the fever point. Animalistic groans spewed from between his tightly clenched teeth as he grabbed her full, soft, dark hair, pulling her face still deeper between his loins until he could feel her soft trembling lips pressing against the very base of his massive cock.
Margaret sucked furiously on the long thick penis fucking with fast, wildly jerking strokes up into her straining mouth. Hot flames of lust rose from her moisture-drenched pussy, and with each passing second, the heated waves of burning desire grew more and more intense. Then, with an inhuman gurgle of blissful anguish, she grasped his sperm-bloated balls with one hand and at the same time stuck her middle finger up into his puckering anus.
! ' A-A A A AAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH.. . ! " The guttural cry rose from deep in Stu's throat as he felt the first squirt of thick hot cum shoot from his aching testicles and begin its headlong rush a-long the entire length of his wildly jerking cock. An instant later, the lust-heated liquid gushed deep into the dark-haired girl's throat, and every muscle and nerve in his orgasming body exploded as wave after wave of his mind-shattering climax swept over him.. . .
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh! YES! YYYEEESSS!! ! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH. . . . ! " Margaret's frienzed wails echoed her boyfriend's, as uncontrollable searing sensations shot through her violently quivering young body. She continued to suck with mindless passion at Stu's huge jerking penis, trying to swallow every last drop of his hot, delicious sperm. Not until the last bittersweet waves of sensation had abated in her trembling loins did the exhausted teenager let the now-deflated cock slowly slip from her cum-smeared lips. Then she fell forward onto his sweat-slickened body, and the only sounds Cyril could hear were once again those of the birds in the trees and the low, heavy breathing of the two people laying next to her.
The sudden silence was strangely disquieting to the blonde thirteen year old. Her whole body was trembling with sympathetic arousal, and she could hear her own breath coming almost as fast as the tightly entwined couple panting on the ground. She wanted to get away . . . wanted to be by herself so she could finger her vagina. She felt as aroused now as she had the night before . . . more so. The lascivious spectacle was more than she would ever have dreamed possible, and she didn't have time to think about it now. Her whole body was throbbing.. . the wetness in her young loins served only to increase the stimulation she had received from watching Margaret and Stu. She closed her eyes for a moment, picturing herself with her fingers moving in and out of her cunt as she had done last night. She knew she was not like these other people . . . when she did something like this, she wanted to be alone. She didn't care what Lars or Stu or Margaret thought of her. She was like her mother. Her mother would never do something like that in a place for all to see . . . and she wouldn't either.
Freed from the arresting sight of the cock-sucking, the young blonde girl found that she was able to move now. She rose unsteadily to her feet. Margaret and Stu were too tired to notice her actions, and Lars appeared too fascinated with the umpteenth joint he was rolling. Glancing around for a spot that was far enough away that she wouldn't be seen, yet near enough so that she wouldn't get lost, she wandered into the woods, away from the trail until she could look back and not see any of the other three people.. . .
CHAPTER THREE
Christa sat at the nearly empty table in the mess cabin, sipping on her cup of coffee and trying to come to grips with what she had been thinking last night. She had just barely slept, tossing and turning in her bed, dreaming about her husband coming to the Broken L ranch and dragging her away, only to tie her up in her bedroom in Chicago. The dream occurred over and over again during the night until she was actually glad that the sun had come up. It meant that the night was over, and she would be able to tire herself with a day's playing in the mountains. But as soon as she had started to get up with the sun, she had fallen back into bed, only to sleep this time until well after ten.
Now, as she stared at the wood-brown walls of the large cabin, she decided that she wasn't going to let her thoughts trouble her anymore. She had taken this vacation away from Frank to try and come to some sort of terms with herself and her marriage, and she would never be able to do that if she dwelt only on the past. She would think only about what happened during the next two weeks. She would deal with her husband when she next saw him near the end of the month.
As she came to this decision, Cliff suddenly appeared at her table, and she was strangely glad to see him. She was happy that she had made friends with him yesterday. At least she wouldn't have to spend these next two weeks all be herself. With Cybil already hiking with Lars, the young wife was pretty sure that her daughter wouldn't want to spend a lot of time with her mother. Christa knew she wouldn't if she were Cybil's age. People should spend time with other people who have the same interests on a vacation, she decided.
"Hi!" Cliff said, his voice cheery and wide awake. "Mind if I join you?"
"No . . . not at all," Christa said, forcing herself to smile. Even though she was glad to see him, she was a little too tired to be as happy as Cliff seemed.
The tall, muscular man set his coffee mug on the table and sat across from her, their eyes meeting for a moment. Christa smiled again and turned away.
"I'd say Lars is a little taken with your daughter," Cliff said by way of opening up the conversation. "She really is a lovely girl. You must be pretty proud of her." His dark eyes gazed at the generous swell of her breasts as she sat for a brief moment in silence. Cliff couldn't help but wonder if his son had fucked that nice tight cunt of Cybil's. God . . . Getting into her sweet young pussy would be so nice . . . but fucking this lovely woman would be a lot nicer. Hell, a married woman would have enough experience to really set his cock on fire.
"Yes, Cybil is a nice girl," Christa finally said, lifting her head and looking at Cliff. "She's at the age now where older men really fascinate her." She almost asked him if he was certain his son would treat her like the young lady she was. A girl like Cybil could attract a lot of attention from older boys. She was so eager sometimes to prove that she was grown up. Even though Christa didn't share all of Frank's beliefs on how to raise children, she didn't believe that Cybil should get too serious about boys at such an early age. She may know all the basics about love, but there were a great many things she didn't understand. Yet she trusted her daughter. Otherwise she wouldn't have let her go off with an older boy she hardly knew. Christa generally approved of the boys Cybil dated. She would be able to take care of herself if things got a little too heavy.
"Well. . . you don't have to worry about Lars none," Cliff said, putting on his western drawl. "I'm sure he'll show Cybil a real good time." That, he thought to himself, has to be the understatement of all time. A virgin like Cybil will never forget the fucking Lars gives her.
There was another moment of silence. Christa tried to think of something to say, but she was still a little tired from her fit full, restless night. She had been up for less than an hour, and was still trying to clear the cobwebs in her mind. Cliff sensed that something might be on her mind, and he decided that he would try and gain her confidence . . . try and learn something that would make fucking her a great deal easier.
"You look a little bothered by something, Chris," he said, his voice sounding genuinely concerned. "I hope you're not worried about Lars and Cybil out in the woods alone with each other. Lars would never. . . . "
"No . . . no . . . nothing like that," Christa said in a tired voice. She hoped it didn't sound as though she was bored by Cliffs presence. She didn't understand why, but she actually trusted this man. Her feelings surprised her a little. She usually didn't feel this way about people she hardly knew. Cybil was still an innocent girl, and could see the best in anybody while totally ignoring the bad. Christa knew, though, that there were a great many people in the world who took an enjoyment in hurting other people. Somehow, and for some unknown reason, she didn't think that Cliff was one of them. He seemed so open and honest, so strong and assured . . . the way Frank had been when she first. . . .
No . . . she mustn't think like that. The way she was feeling now, thinking like that could onry lead to trouble.
"I was just.. . I was just thinking about my husband."
"It's really a shame that he couldn't come, Chris. I'm sure you and he would enjoy being here together."
"Are you married, Cliff?" she asked, wanting to know a little more about this man. Then she smiled and threw her head back slightly. "That's a really stupid question. Of course you're married. You wouldn't have a son unless you were."
Cliff looked down at the pine table, a knowing smile on her lips. He almost started to lie to her, but this answer came out before he could think.
"No . . . I'm divorced. My wife and I had some differences. . . some very strong differences." He hoped she didn't fish for any more information than that. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell her the details of those differences . . . how his wife had caught him fucking two women at once . . . and had suspected his actions for months.. . .
Christa could see that he didn't want to talk about his marriage and divorce, but she was glad that he could sympathize with the serious problems marriage could cause.
"Do you think divorce is always the answer?" she asked, a thoughtful frown on her face.
"Thinking about telling the mister to pay alimony instead of bringing home a pay check?" he asked, giving her a friendly wink. For a moment, Christa was offended by his forward question, but the way his well-weathered face seemed so child-like as he smiled, his eyes twinkling like a wife old trail boss's.. . his whole expression was telling her that he liked getting right to the point without beating around the bush. She hadn't consciously thought about it until he mentioned it, but now . . . now it seemed like something she would never be able to get out of her mind. What would Frank say if she threatened to leave him? That could be very interesting.
"I.. . I was just wondering what you thought," she said, returning his smile. "I haven't really considered anything like that, though."
Cliff could tell that she wanted to talk about her marriage, and that she also wanted to be drawn out. He could see the look in her eyes and smile that told him she was feeling all alone and didn't know which way to turn.
"Something tells me that your marriage isn't as strong as you would like it. You and your man don't agree on how to raise your daughter, right?"
"Wrong," Christa said quickly. It's. . . other things."
"It's sex, isn't it," Cliff said, leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs under the table. He could feel his calf touching Christa's thigh, and for a few seconds, she did nothing to pull it away. Then she shifted her position, a pouting expression on her face. Cliff sensed right then and there that he had hit the nail on the head. Wellllll, he thought to himself, I'll bet her old man isn't fucking her as often as she'd like. How about that, Cliff ol' boy. You done gone and struck gold . . . a nice, hot golden cunt. "You can be honest with me Chris," he told her as though she were an old friend. "Sex is a very important part of marriage . . . something that should be talked about."
Christa looked again into his eyes. His expression was blank, telling her that he wasn't making any snap judgments. Yes, she thought, I can trust him.
She closed her eyes and nodded slowly, feeling slightly embarrassed. What would he think of her with all this talk? She didn't want to give him the wrong impression . . . the impression that she was trying to run away from her husband with any man who came along. "Frank . . . my husband . . . doesn't. . . uh . . . treat me the way I think a wife should be treated," she stammered, fumbling through her sleepy mind for the right words.
"You mean he doesn't fuck you enough," Cliff said casually.
Christa was momentarily startled by his use of the word fuck. She'd never liked the sound of it herself. It seemed so crude, so coarse. She looked at him, glowering slightly, but she could see nothing but the blank expression still on his face. It's just another word for him. It really doesn't mean anything. I've heard worse on the streets, she thought.
"Yes," she said with a vague resignation in her voice. "He . . . uh . . . doesn't make . . . yes, you're right." She took a deep breath, determined to be brave. She had talked to her friends about her marriage, but nothing had come of those discussions. Perhaps, she reasoned, because people were afraid to say what they really meant.. . herself included.
Bingo! Cliff thought. While he remained outwardly cool and casual, inside he was jumping for joy. He could feel his massive cock give a definitive lurch in his crotch, swelling against the confinement of his tight work jeans. Hell, this little pussy's not gonna be any trouble at all, he thought. I'll just lead her into the right frame of mind, and she's mine for the asking.
"I hope you don't think it's your fault," he told her, leaning forward, his eyes resting on the cleavage offered through the unfastened buttons at the top of her thin, white blouse. He could see the lacy cloth of her bra straining against her blouse, her full, luscious breasts almost begging to be released and massaged to a sensual fullness. "You're a very attractive woman, and if your husband's too blind to notice that, that's his loss. Things today aren't the way they were ten, twenty years ago for a woman, ya know."
He could see that he was moving a little too fast as she pulled back and looked as though she wanted to leave. Things may be different for women, he corrected, but not for every woman. Some of them need a little more time and patience. "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward," he said quickly, once again leaning back in his chair and looking away from her twin melony breasts. "I only meant that a woman doesn't have to put up with the sh . . . crap she used to. She can put her foot down now."
All better, he thought. She visibly relaxed her body.
Christa had been affronted by what he'd said. It was exactly the type of thing she had hoped to avoid by coming to a place like this alone . . . without Frank. God knows there were enough men who made passes like that at her in Chicago. She hadn't come all this way to put up with the same thing from a total stranger.
"I.. . I just don't know what to do," she said finally, trying to think of him as purely a friend, instead of a man she was becoming physically attracted to. Yes, she had to admit to herself, he was really quite handsome. . . and nice. If she weren't a married woman.. . .
"I was thinking of going to a marriage counselor," she said, spinning her now empty coffee cup with both hands. It was a nervous habit she had when she found that her emotions were starting to get the better of her.
"Looks like your cup's empty," he said, taking it from her hands gently and looking into it.. . almost playfully, she thought. "What say you and I get some of the great outdoors? You don't have to stay in this cabin on a day like today."
For a moment, Christa thought the better of it. Should she go walking with this stranger after what she had told him? A lonely woman, a divorced man . . . trouble is made of things like that, a small voice in the back of he mind warned. And then her face brightened with a smile. Why not? She was a big girl. She shouldn't be acting as though she was her daughter's age. Cliff wouldn't touch her. A man like him wouldn't fool around with a married woman. Against the code of the West, or something like that.
"I could use some walking around," she said. "You're right. I stay inside all day in Chicago. No point in taking a vacation unless you can do something different."
They rose from their chairs and walked to the spring-held door. Cliff pushed it for her, positioning his body in such a way that she would have to brush her breasts against him as she walked out. Even though she didn't seem to take any notice of it, Cliff sure did. During the brief instant her soft, pliant mounds were against the powerful muscles of his extended arm, he decided that they felt as good as they looked. And if he played his cards right, he was going to get a chance to prove that to himself even more.
Christa waited outside the mess cabin for Cliff. He came up next to her, and guided her to the same path Lars and Cybil had taken earlier that morning. There were a few people coming down from the mountain path, and Cliff waved to them. They waved back, and the little friendly exchange served to make Christa feel all the more relaxed.
As Cliff and Christa passed the part of the trail around the corral, neither one of them said anything. Christa looked around her, delighting in the sounds of nature, seeing and hearing things she would never be able to hear in Chicago. When she was a little girl, her parents used to take her to the country outside of her home, but it had never looked like this. There were mountains in the background now . . . some of them had snow on the top, even though it was August. The towering pine trees were totally unlike anything she had seen in the country when she was a little girl. This, she thought to herself giddily, is real nature. This is the Old West. . . just the way the first settlers had seen it hundreds of years ago. Just a few short steps from her gas heated cabin with running water, nature seemed to come alive, as though to say that man may build his cities, but the mountains, the trees, the clear blue skies would always be here . . . waiting to take over when man finally leaves.
Cliff himself seemed to be enraptured with the beauty surrounding him. As Christa followed close behind, she watched him as he turned his head from side to side, a contented smile on his face, his coal-black eyes drinking in the sights. It's as if he were seeing this for the first time, Christa thought. Even though he's been here so many times before, he isn't tired or bored by the beauty of nature.
And the young woman could feel why. As soon as they entered the thick forest threatening to overwhelm the small dirt trail, she felt as though she didn't have a care in the world. The troubles which had plagued her the night before . . . and for the last few years of her marriage . . . all seemed to fade with the wind blowing through her full, golden hair. Instead of seeing herself as a victim of her husband's inattention toward her, she could see now that she really did have alternatives. She stopped for a moment, looking through the trees down over the broad expanse of the ranch and smiled, thinking of what her husband would say if she threatened to leave him . . . and take Cybil with her.
Cliff, who had been silent for this part of the hike, noticed that she had stopped to look over the ranch. He too, stopped his hiking, and turned to look at her. Here in the late morning sunlight, she seemed to come alive with a sheer sensual beauty. As she stood with her hands casually resting in the back pockets of her tight jeans, one leg slightly bent and forward from the other, one shoulder dropped a little, he could see her luscious breasts from the profile view she presented unknowingly to him. She looked as though she belonged here . . . in the beauty of nature . . . not in some city, surrounded by tall buildings. Cliff couldn't understand his feelings at that moment. He wanted to fuck her at that moment more than he had ever wanted to fuck any other woman. . . but he wanted to do more than fuck her. He wanted to make love to her, wanted to show her that she was wasting her life with a husband who didn't seem to appreciate her for the woman she was.
He walked over to her and stood on her left. "It's really nice to see you smiling," he said in a matter-of-fact voice. I think this is the first time
I've seen you really happy."
"Standing out here in the woods like this makes Chicago seem so far away," she answered in a dreamy voice. "It's so lovely, so peaceful.. . . "
"You look a lot more beautiful when you're happy," he said, his voice becoming slightly more seductive, slightly lower, his body inching a little closer to hers. He could sense the faint scent of her creamy flesh, even through her clothing. While she looked out over the ranch, he allowed his eyes to travel over her body, roughly outlined by the tightness of her form fitting jeans and blouse. The sunlight shined through the sheerness of her blouse, making it possible for him to see the lacy lines of her bra, filled to capacity with the mounds of her breasts. Her belly was flat, and her jeans followed every contour of her small, rounded buttocks in back, and the shapely, alluring curves of her thighs and tapered calves in front. "If your husband could see you now, there's no way he could ignore you."
Still smiling, she turned her face to him, and noticed that he was a scant few inches from her, his dark eyes looking with a piercing intent into her own. Her smile faded instantly, and she tried to pull her glance away from his. But she couldn't! She was held as if transfixed by the fact that this man was now the way her husband had been years ago . . . rugged, handsome, alive with the sheer joy of living. She moved her azure blue eyes over his expressionless face, studying the small weathered lines in his slightly craggy features. His chest was square and powerful looking. Everything about him suggested that he would be completely at home on a ranch, riding a horse, branding cattle, sitting around a campfire and telling stories about living in the wilds.. . She bit her lower lip. She wanted to reach out and touch him then. It was all she could do to keep her hands in her pockets. She could feel her vaginal lips starting to seep the warm fluids of her unwanted arousal. She shouldn't be feeling like this, she knew . . . she was a married woman, with a daughter. But he certainly seemed to appreciate her the way she wanted to be appreciated.
Cliff could sense her reasons for hesitation, and he knew what she was thinking. Now, he thought. The time is perfect. She's so vulnerable.. . so needing.. . so empty in her life with her husband. . . .
His huge, slightly calloused hand slowly moved from his hips upward to lightly touch the creamy smooth flesh of her face, tracing a line from her lower chin upwards along her cheek and around her pleading lips. She didn't move. She couldn't. His actions didn't surprise her in the least, though. She could tell that he found her an attractive woman. He had told her as much. Her mind screamed a warning, telling her that she was allowing something to happen that was wrong, that was against everything she believed in.
Tell him to stop, she thought, He'll understand. You've done nothing to encourage him . . . nothing to make him think that you would do anything at all with him. This is wrong . . . you're a married woman . . . you're a married woman. . . .
But another, much louder voice in her mind answered her mounting fears. You're married only by a piece of paper, it said. You're marriage is a mockery. You're husband hardly knows you're alive. He hasn't done anything that makes you feel like a wife . . . like a woman.. . .
She closed her eyes and tried to still the conflicting thoughts searing through her brain, tried to control with thoughts the unwanted tingling in her too-long empty vagina. It was no use. She hadn't even seen her husband's penis in over a month. She and Frank were living in two different worlds . . . even when they slept together in the same bed.
"Cliff . . . no . . . I . . . " she said feebly, trying to pull her body away from this handsome man. Her eyes fluttered nervously, but she made no other moves. Her feet felt as though she was imbedded in concrete, her arms were like lead weights pressing against her buttocks. . . .
"Sshhhhhhhhhh . . . " he whispered soothingly.
"Just move with the feelings. . . . "
But she couldn't move, not even when his hand opened up and was joined by his other as he lightly cradled her face. She was surprised by the gentleness his rough, heavy-looking hands could create. He pulled her face to his then, their lips meeting lightly once, and then with increased fervor. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, making her breasts throb with the pressure of a tom-tom. She could feel her cuntal lips beginning to flower, opening up and flooding her whole crotch with the liquid heat of the passion she had tried, in vain, to suppress.
Cliffs tongue probed against her lightly clenched teeth, and she opened her mouth, allowing him to enter with the demanding wet organ and dance with her own in the warm cavern of her mouth. Then he pulled his face away from hers, and his hands dropped from her cheeks to the buttons of her blous . She closed her eyes once again, trying to muster up enough courage to tell him to stop as he opened the third button from the top.. . and the fourth . . . and the fifth, finally pulling apart the side hems to reveal to his eyes the -billowy mounds of her breasts encased in her lacy bra. He watched her smooth belly pull in slightly, and her hands finally came out of her back pockets to rest limply at her sides. She felt like she was a new bride again, and her husband was undressing her, as he had on their wedding night when she had offered him the gift of her hymen. She shivered mindlessly as she felt her blouse being pulled over her shoulders and down her arms. And then she felt the cool mountain air wafting against her naked breasts as he removed her bra, and farther down, she sensed his fingers fumbling with the waist clasp of her jeans . . . pulling down the zipper and peeling her skin-tight denim down over her hips . . . her thighs . . . her calves.. .
The warning voice in her mind was still now, having been replaced by a voice which told her that she had every right to demand those pleasures every woman needs. If her husband wasn't man enough to give her those things she needed, why not let Cliff. Whatever happens will serve Frank right, she thought.
"Just lay back," Cliff whispered. "Lay back and I'll take care of you. You won't have to do a thing. You're beautiful, Christa . . . you were made for better things than you have with your husband. I've never seen such a lovely body in my life."
He spoke with the sincerity he really felt. What had started for him as just another game to fuck a lovely woman was becoming something else for him. He couldn't understand his feelings. He couldn't even describe them to himself. He hadn't felt like this in such a long time.. . . All thoughts of whatever his son might be doing with Cybil vanished from his mind. He was aware of only one thing.. . he wanted to make Christa the woman she was meant to be . . . the woman she deserved to be. He could see that she was completely relaxed by the soothing tone of his words, and he quickly shucked out of his clothes. She followed his command and laid down on the cool, soft ground.
Now, as she removed the final wisps of her panties and shoes, Cliffs eyes roved lustfully over her perfect body. It was better than he would have imagined in his wildest dreams. How a man like her husband could not fuck this woman was totally out of his realm of thought. Her skin was creamy white, evidence of her living for too long in the city. The pink of her aureoles and light brown of her breast nipples contrasted sharply, brazenly, delightfully with the alabaster surrounding them. The golden hair of her pubic mound glistened invitingly, like a wispy nugget of gold against the white juncture of her upper thighs, and he could catch a glimpse of the fleshy slit nestled in saffron hair.
He lowered his naked body onto the ground, her head propped up against a mound of hard packed leaves. He knelt down, his powerful legs straddling her hips. His dangling hairy balls pulsed and swayed sensuously over her, his long, sinewy cock massively erect and throbbing with burning desire.
He knelt over her for a few moments, his body as erect as his penis. He savored the wildness and natural innocence of the affair. She was giving herself to him willingly, out here in the open. This trail was used many times by the campers in the ranch. They could be discovered at any time. Her daughter might come down from the mountain . . . and yet this thought produced an inward chuckle. Christa obviously thought of the same thing . . . and she didn't care. Why should he? He felt his naked body tingle as he thought of the pleasures yet to come.
He let his hands play lazily over her naked body. First he caressed her face, relaxing her eyes and facial muscles, teasing her skin with light, delicate strokes. Years of experience had taught him just what really made women submit totally to him, and he wanted to make her feel as wonderful and blissful as was possible.
Christa, feeling her conscious thought dissolve at the light touches she hadn't felt in so long, delighted as his fingers glided like feathers over her breasts. She felt the skin tingle, then contract. Her nipples quivered and hardened, the brownish-red tips taut with the pleasure she had all but forgotten. He molded and kneaded them, relaxing her all the more, while at the same time charging her with sensuality and warmth.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh . . . " she found herself moaning, almost involuntarily. Cliffs expertise was potent, and was working skillfully against any protestation she might have made. But she could not protest. She had to have these feelings. Her body's demands were stronger than any rational thought she could have made at that point.. . .
"Feels good, doesn't it.. . " he whispered. "Feels soooooooo nice. You deserve to feel nice, Chris . . . you deserve everything your husband has denied you.. . . "
I do, Christa thought, yes I do deserve it. Why shouldn't I have the pleasures every woman needs.. . I didn't agree to give up living just because I married Frank. And Cliff is such a nice, wonderful man.. . .
These thoughts reinforced Cliffs artful stroking, and she could feel the last vestiges of her will floating away on a sea of mounting sensuality. He was caressing her hips and thighs now, while his face was nuzzled lightly in the soft, velvety planes of her stomach.
His tongue began to flick lightly over her flesh, which grew goose-pimply, sending shivers of delight through Christa's body. She began to move decidedly now, undulating a little under the darting tongue. He moved down her stomach and explored the regions around the furry patch between her legs.. . .
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . " she mewled as she felt his tongue slide closer and closer to that tender pink area. She grew excited in anticipation. Cliff worked so skillfully, so teasingly, that the merest suggestion sent thrills of excitement through her. Now his tongue darted quickly into the moist, golden tangle of her cuntal hair and found the soft pink crevice of her vaginal slit.
"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhrmlihhhh!" she moaned sharply as she felt his hot wet tongue begin to lick teasingly up the full length of her tender pink pussy. Her whole body quivered from the jarring shock of a fleshy tongue on her naked open cunt for the first time in she didn't remember how long. This was something her husband used to do when they were first married, opening up doors of sensual delight she would never have dreamed possible. But he had stopped doing things like this long ago . . . the first symptoms that he was losing interest in her. And now. . . now she was overcome with excitement . . . the same excitement that made her feel like a virgin all over again. She knew she should not allow any man who was not her husband to come even this far, but she couldn't protest. She didn't want to protest. Later . . . maybe . . . she would come to her senses. But now, she wanted to have those sensations burning in her loins once again. She gathered strength and tried to lift her hips up to him, but the weight of Cliffs body was too much for her as his hands rested firmly, delightfully, kneading the ivory mounds of her breasts. He continued the searing darting of his meandering tongue.
He ran his wet organ up and down the moist, trembling slit, probing with the magic tip deeper and deeper into the secret recesses of her drenching, throbbing pussy, dabbling at the fleshy out lips, nibbling playfully at the silken strands lining them. Then he found the hardened tip of her clitoris and began to suck and probe at it, pulling it, sending excruciating shocks of delight searing through her body.
"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, at first nearly washed completely away by the feelings he was infusing into her. As he continued biting and sucking she was overcome with a wild sense of excitement that was deep and thrilling. She began to undulate her body all the more, twisting her hips to encourage him further.
Cliff himself was delighting in the pleasure he was able to give her. He could see that she was his totally now, that her moist vagina was his to use as he wished. He was going to show her that he was nothing like her husband . . . that he knew what a woman like her needed . . . wanted.. . .
As Christa felt the hot wet pleasure of his tonguing, she opened her legs wide to allow him easy entry, and pushed her hips upward so as to meet the hungry, probing tongue. Gone were all thoughts of guilt and shame. Gone were the feelings that she, a married woman, had no right to accept the pleasures offered by a man who was not her husband. In her wildly exultant state, her legs thrashing with delight, she felt she was at last a woman who did not have to depend on her husband for what she wanted. If he was going to take her for granted, she would go to someone who would treat her as she wanted to be treated. She should have done this long ago, she thought. The wild sense of pleasure she felt consumed her with erotic abandon and she gave herself to it completely.
She writhed and squirmed beneath the madly licking tongue until she thought she would faint from the ecstatic joy that surged through her loins. She felt as though she had never experienced anything as exciting as this before. She was tired of her fingers. They were never enough.. . they were never the same as the feelings a man could produce in her. Her open cunt was now grinding up into Cliffs face, crushing his mouth wantonly against the slippery wetness, flaring open to devour Cliff s pleasure-giving tongue.
Cliff, sweating and passionate, licked greedily, savoring her increased excitement. He was exultant that she was giving herself to him like this. In his own mind, he thought of this as something more than just the mere seduction of another in a long line of women. He found that he was happy for her glad that she was at last able to enjoy life as she was meant to do. He was proud of himself for being the one to give her such happiness. He knew that his own satisfaction would be increased if he waited for his release until later, when she was more fully prepared. Now there was the present stimulation of this thrashing, kicking, newly-released woman groaning beneath him. He increased his artful oral manipulation to where she was crazed with excitement.
She gasped and groaned as Cliff, stiffening his tongue, plunged it deeper and deeper into her wetly squirming vaginal hole, rotating it far up inside her. It felt wonderful to Christa, beyond anything Frank could ever have done for her. Her hips were oscillating in time to the wet probing tongue plunging deep into her, and little eddies of mind-shattering pleasure raced through her.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh . . . OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!! " She cried in pleasure, as Cliffs tongue licked and darted in and out, occasionally flicking wildly over the clitoris and then back into the widening, eager hole.
She was lost.. . lost! She didn't care about anything now. Cliff was right! She did deserve this!
She couldn't remember a time in her life when she had felt so good . . . even with Frank so many years ago. Oooohhh.. . it felt so good . . ssssooooooooo gggggoooooooooooooddddd!
Cliff was delighted with the way she was responding to his manipulation, delighted at his own oral pleasure as he pressed deeply into her wet vaginal hole, sucking and probing with consummate skill.
Christa began to moan steadily now, in the grips of her coming orgasm. Her body began to shudder and melt, whipped to a frenzy by Cliffs tongue whirling around in the velvet interior of her cunt, the wet sluicing sounds mixing with the sensuous strains of her panting and moaning. Billows were rising in her. . . she felt near the bursting point, gasping ready to explode with fiery delight.. . .
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAG-GGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! " She cried from the very depths of her being . . . her body consumed with a rushing, surging electricity. " I . . . I'm.. . c u . . . cu . . . CCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIINNNGGG . . . I'M CCCCCCCCCCCCCcuuuuuuuu-
UUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGG!! ! "
She heaved and thrashed like a raving madwoman under the hot, thick tongue licking furiously at her pulsing cuntal slit, probing deeply into her, then racing wildly over her clitoris and fleshy cuntal lips. Hungry flames were engulfing her, tremors ran through her body as the inflamed cuntal walls dilated and shuddered, sending out streams of her warm orgasmic juices to cascade down over Cliffs wetly glistening face. She continued to moan and flail, until finally, exhausted and deeply satiated, she sank back on the bed of leaves beneath her.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh . . . " she sighed, luxuriating in the flow that suffused her. She felt good, and in the back of her mind there was a sense of self worth. It was wonderful to feel like this again . . .wonderful. . . wonderful. . . .
Cliff watched her, pleased with his patience and adept performance. But as he watched her, he felt his body yearn for it's own release, yearn to give her another gift . . . the hot flood of his boiling sperm. He wanted to make her feel good again . . . and again . . . wanted her to make him feel good, as he knew she would be able to do.
For a long time, neither Christa nor Cliff said anything, delighting in the sounds of the bird calls in the near and distant trees. . . .
CHAPTER FOUR
Just a little up the pathway, and in the woods slightly, Cybil was leaning up against the massive pine trees for support. In her stoned, totally altered state of thought, she knew only one thing.. . she had to relieve the burning, searing pressure she felt in the young, tender pussy . . . the arousing stimulation she had received from watching Margaret sucking on Stu's incredible cock. The openness of the two older people . . . their sheer ability to do something like that out in the open with other people watching was something young Cybil knew, she would never be able to do. She didn't care if Lars and everyone else thought she was just a little baby. When she was naked, she didn't want anyone else to see her. Kissing was one thing. And letting someone touch her breasts through the cloth of her blouse and bra.. . that wasn't the same. There was something wrong with having someone watching while she fingered her thirteen year old pussy. She had been told by her father that it was wrong to begin with, but that hadn't stopped her once before. Seeing her mother doing it last night told her that it wasn't wrong, but it definitely was something to be done away from other people.
In her drugged state, she thought she was far enough away from everyone else to take her jeans off. She didn't know that she had walked in a large circle, and that she was only a few feet from where she had been. It was a small clearing in the woods, a place where some of the ranchers had cut down a few trees for cook-outs while hiking. In the center of the clearing was a small pile of charred wood from a campfire, and all around this pile was a deep, thick, soft bed of pine needles. The tall trees rimming the clearing absorbed all sounds except those of the birds and small animals living in and around the clearing. Cybil was certain that she had found a place where she would never be noticed. Panting heavily from her running through the woods, the young blonde girl sat down to catch her breath and listen to the sounds. She decided it would be wise to wait a little to make sure she wouldn't be found.
Once she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, she began to relax a little. The area was peaceful and quiet. She closed her eyes and laid back on the ground, allowing her drugged-controlled mind to drink in the sounds around her.
As one part of her mind paid attention to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and the never-ending chatter of robins and blue-jays, another part of her mind fixed on what she had just come from. She couldn't believe that Margaret had actually done that.. . had actually taken Stu's penis into her mouth. Even though the whole thing seemed a little silly to the young innocent girl, there was no doubt that the dark-haired girl had actually liked it. Cybil tried to imagine what it would be like to have something like that in her mouth, to suck on it as Margaret had. At first, Cybil had been sure that Stu was going to wee-wee in Margaret's mouth. But that hadn't been what happened. Sperm had come out.. . a thick, white creamy fluid had actually come squirting out of the end of Stu's penis. Cybil had heard that that was what happened with men. She had learned about it in her health and sex education class in school.
But it had been nothing--nothing like what she imagined it would be. Hearing about it was one thing.. . seeing it like that was another. A great many things started making sense to Cybil then. Her father had told her a story long ago about where babies come from. He had said that Daddy plants a seed in Mommy, and a baby can grow from that seed. Cybil had tried to imagine what the seed looked like. The way her father had described it didn't make any sense, but when she had asked him more about it, he had told her that she would have to wait until she was grown up to know more.
Well.. . thought the young girl as she listened for any sounds which would tell her if someone was coming, she must be grown up now. She knew what it looked like. It was very strange looking . . . and it must taste good, if Margaret wanted it in her mouth so badly.
That was another thing puzzling the young girl. In her sex class, she had been told that sex was something to make babies. Cybil wasn't sure, but somehow it didn't seem as though Stu and Margaret were making a baby. They looked as though they were having fun . . . a lot of fun. Margaret looked just like Cybil's mother had when she had been playing with herself between her legs.. . and the way Cybil thought she herself looked when she had done the same thing.
Realization came in a flash to the young girl then. Seeing the two people in the clearing do what they did showed the young blonde girl something she had never really thought about before. When she had released herself last night, and the other time as well, she had allowed her hands to roam over her body where they wanted to go. She had merely moved her hands to the slit between her slender thighs and pushed her fingers in the hole, stroking it in and out at will. It had felt so good both times that she just continued it, until suddenly everything was blotted from her mind and she was washed over with wetness and a wild tingly fire surging from body. And then the nice feeling slowly went away. Until this very moment, she had never thought that that was what sex was. Wow! Now it all seemed to make sense to her. As she lay on her back, she began to think . . . a husband must be the person who makes you feel like that. When she finally got married, she was going to have her husband make her feel like that all the time! And from the way Stu looked when his sperm went into Margaret's mouth, he was liking it as much as she was! That would make it all the better. If it was as good for a husband as it was for a wife, Cybil saw no reason why two married people shouldn't do it all the time.. . .
And another thought entered into the young girl's mind . . . She wasn't sure, but she didn't think Stu and Margaret were married. That must mean that any man and any woman could do something like that with each other. You didn't have to be married to feel nice like that. . . .
Her father!
At the thought of her father, Cybil opened her eyes, her brow furrowed in deep thought. That must be it,. . . Her father wasn't making her mother feel like that! He wasn't having sex with his wife! No wonder her mother was so unhappy all the time! No wonder she had played with herself the night before . . . and maybe other times as well. Feeling like that was probably the most important thing in a marriage.
She started to think if some men were different than others.. . if some of them could make women feel better than others . . . if all of them had penises the size of Stu's.. . if it was better if the penis was larger. . . She didn't know . . . Maybe she would never know, she thought. . . . But still.. . to do something like that with other people watching. Cybil knew she would never be able to do it if she knew she were being watched.
Physically rested now, yet still mentally aroused, the young blonde girl found that her hand was moving of its own accord up along her side to her right breast. She watched it, tightening her arms to make her move faster, until she finally pressed her open palm against the up-thrusting, pliant mound. It felt good . . . just like she knew it would . . . just like it had the other times before. Her nipple was getting hard against her palm, and she could feel it through her bra and blouse. This time, though, she decided that she would think about what she was doing. If her own hands made her feel like this, she wondered what another person's hands would feel like . . . Probably better, she thought. And while another person was touching her, she could touch him too . . . or her mother. I'll bet my mother could make me feel real good, she thought as she closed her eyes and allowed the first waves of her passion to sweep over her.
Less then ten feet away, Lars was crouching behind a tree, eagerly watching Cybil running her hand over her breasts. The young dark-haired boy was a little confused by what he saw. When Cybil had taken off like she had, Lars was certain that it was because she had been shocked by what she saw. His plan had been to go over to her and make her feel all secure . . . and then fuck her silly. He thought he would find her crying against a tree somewhere, and he was going to tell her that he had no idea that Stu and Margaret would do anything like that. He never expected to find her starting to masturbate herself. She wasn't the least bit upset by what she had seen. Hell, she was as aroused as he was . . . and she was doing something about it.
His first reaction was to stay where he was and watch her. He had never seen a woman fingering herself, and he wondered what it would look like. He knew that when a person masturbates him or herself, the person does those things which are the most arousing. If he watched what Cybil did to herself, he was certain he could pick up a few pointers . . . things he would be able to use with other women.
Ahhh . . . bullshit, he thought to himself. What good is it to watch? I didn't get her stoned as hell just to have her play with herself. I got her stoned to fuck her! And that's what I'm going to do. If she's so aroused that she had to fuck herself, maybe she won't put up too much of a fight.
Deciding that he didn't want to frighten her too much, he picked up a large branch and broke it, making a sound he hoped she would think was made by someone walking through the forest. It worked! She instantly stopped her motions and opened her eyes, certain that she had been caught kneading her breast. Lars stood up from his hiding place and pretended that he had just arrived.
"Hey . . . you really gave me a scare," he said, walking slowly to her, his face carrying an expression of concern. "I thought you might get lost, running off like that. I feel a little responsible for you."
Cybil's heart was pounding in her chest. God! What if he had seen her playing with her breast? He might laugh and make fun of her . . . But it looked as though he hadn't. As she watched him walking slowly to her, her mind raced with a million different thoughts at the same time, but the strongest thought was that her young pussy was still tingling. She had already started to bring herself to that wonderful feeling she had come to know now as sex, and she was disappointed that she had been stopped. What could she do now, with Lars watching her. She couldn't very well ask him to leave. She didn't want him to know what she was going to do.
"Look.. . " he said, trying to appear Humble and apologetic. "I'm really sorry about Stu and Margaret. I never thought. . . . "
"That's all right," she answered sweetly, smiling as the germ of an idea began to form in her mind. "I thought they were kind of fun to watch."
Lars stopped dead in his tracks. He had been thinking of this young girl as just that.. . a young girl; Someone who hadn't the faintest idea about anything. What the hell did she mean they were interesting? This was all wrong. This wasn't what he had planned at all. He'd been expecting a crying, upset little girl, and instead he found . . . found what? Someone who didn't seem to be bothered by something that would really send some of his older girl friends running to their mothers.
He stood staring at her with his mouth hanging open as she lifted herself up off the ground, her little girl lips forming a strange pout as she lowered her head slightly and looked at him through her eye lashes.
Cybil was almost certain of what she was doing now. Everything she had been thinking about while she was laying on the ground was beginning to make sense. Feeling good was more than kissing . . . more than letting someone touch you. She knew what making herself feel good was like, and she knew what happened when a man makes a woman feel good like that. Put the two together, and you have it.. . "going all the way", she thought. It all made sense to her now. All the pieces fit. Instead of her own hands running over her body, she wanted Lars's. Instead of her own fingers in her vagina, slicing in and out. . . she wanted Lars's . . . cock! That was it. She wanted to see her new friend naked. She wanted him to make her feel good! And she wanted to be the one to make him feel good at the same time!
But she didn't know how she could go about getting him to do that to her. She was pretty sure that it was the man who was supposed to make the first move. She never asked boys out. She always waited for them to ask her. How could she get Lars to go all the way with her? Maybe she could act in a way that would let him know what she wanted . . . She would have to act grown up. She would have to show him that she was not a little girl.. . that she was a woman, and could do anything a woman older than her could do. She was a little frightened, but the throbbing of her vagina pressed her into action. That tingling, she thought to herself. I have to do something about it.. . . !
Thrusting her hands in her back pockets, she walked over to the gaping Lars. Her breast kneading had pulled open the top two buttons of her blouse, and she decided that she would leave it open. It would let Lars know that she didn't mind being seen like that by him.
Lars's mind suddenly went blank as he watched the lovely young girl walking to him. She still looked the same as she had the day before, when he'd first met her. She was only one day older now. But there was something visible now that hadn't been then. All day she had been acting like a kid . . . just like a little innocent virgin, the type of girls he didn't like too much. Hell, those women had to be held down on a mattress until they could see the light. They always came around, but fighting with them.. . Jesus! But now, Cybil didn't look like she was going to put up a fight at all. As she sauntered across the clearing to him, his eyes fixed on the open part of her blouse. Shit. . . he could see her cleavage . . . and she knew it. Pressing against the tightness of her clothes, the curved arcs of her creamy young, full breasts were as visible as if she weren't wearing anything at all. It was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and pulling open the rest of her blouse right then and there. But he couldn't move.
He was completely thrown by this wild turn of events. His whole plan seemed to vaporize in his mind. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He didn't know if it was his imagination or not, but it seemed as though she was deliberately trying to excite him. He wasn't used to that. It was always he who made all the passes. He couldn't believe the tables might be turned, and he decided that he would wait this one out just a little longer
"Do you have any girlfriends, Lars?" she asked, her voice purring a little. She was talking the way she had heard some women talk in a movie she had seen with her parents.
"Uuuuuhhh . . . girlfriends?" he stammered, shaking his head as though he were coming out of a trance.
"Yes," she said with deliberation. "I would think a handsome boy like you would have lots of girlfriends."
Damn this little cunt, he thought. What the hell is she driving at? What kind of a question was that? Sure, he had lots of girlfriends. He'd fucked dozens of women . . . some of them more than once. When he got tired of them, he would leave them. It was a lot easier that way. At the moment . . . At the moment, he didn't actually have a girl he could call his girlfriend. Her sudden boldness was really throwing him for a loop, and he answered without thinking.
"Uuuhhh . . . no . . . I guess I don't, not really." God . . . He could feel his palms sweating. What the hell was wrong with him now? He never felt this nervous around women. But then, none of them had ever acted like this Cybil before. What was she getting at?
Cybil visibly brightened. She was sure then that no girl had made Lars as happy as Margaret had made Stu. She wondered, very briefly, if boys play with themselves the way girls do. Then she put it out of her mind. It wasn't all that important now.
"That's silly," she said, coming closer to him. "I'll bet there are plenty of girls who would like to be your girlfriend."
"Like who?" Lars quipped, suddenly aware of the tumultuous thudding of his heart. What the hell was the matter? he asked himself. He was acting exactly the way he thought she would be. He almost wished his father was around.
"Wellllll . . . " Cybil said slowly, taking a deep breath to steady her jagged nerves, jutting her breasts out brazenly at him as she bent her body back a little. "Like me, for instance!"
As aroused as he was, Lars couldn't believe that what he was hearing was real. Hell.. . he'd smoked yet another joint, just to make fucking this little cunt all the more sweet, and it was as much being so stoned as it was her strange, little-girl come-on, that was making it hard for him to think. But as shocked as he was by hearing her say that, he would never have believed what happened next!
Cybil was a little confused by Lar's strange hesitation. She was so stoned that everything seemed as though it was in a hazy dream . . . a very light, airy, fluffy dream . . . a very nice dream. She wasn't sure if she was saying the right things or not. Obviously not, since Lars was just standing and looking at her. She had hoped that he would come over to her and kiss her. She wasn't any more used to acting like this than Lars was. The tingling in her vagina was the driving force of her actions . . . the tingling she had been trying to satisfy when Lars had found her. She knew that Lars could make her feel good. Maybe he didn't think she wanted him to! Well, she would show him. She would show him now the way she had shown everyone around the circle when she had first smoked all that pot. She would take her clothes off in front of Lars! That would prove to him that she wasn't a little girl, and that she wanted him to do the things to her that Stu had done to Margaret. But she wasn't going to take his penis in her mouth . . . she was going to take it between her legs!
Inching her hands along her sides, she began unbuttoning her blouse completely now, finally untucking it from her jeans and pulling it off her small, near-fully developed body! Then she removed her bra, and gave the wide-eyed young man in front of her a full view of her upper body.
Lars felt his head spinning. He was caught up in an unreal, strange world, over which it looked as though he had no control. Never, but NEVER had any woman stripped like this in front of him. It was always he who removed the girl's clothes. In a dream-like trance, he looked at the lovely young girl standing half naked in front of him, his eyes nearly bulging from his head. He could see the firm upsweep of her ripe, round breasts, the brown crinkled aureoles of her nipples looking back at him like deep, brown eyes. His eyes traveled down to the smooth stretch of her hips, and the slightly rounded curve of her young belly. Shit. . . Holy shit.. . He would never have thought a thirteen year old girl could look so good. How was it possible that a girl so young could have such a mature body? And how could she just be giving it to him like this. He had to be dreaming! He just had to. He couldn't believe that this lovely young girl was actually standing half-nude in front of him, that she was telling him she wanted to be his girlfriend . . . and going way out of her way to prove it. It was just too much. Nothing she had done yesterday or today had indicated that she would be anything like this!
'Cybil.. . I.. . " he began feebly, his protruding eyes never leaving her amazingly ripe body.
"I want to be your girlfriend, Lars," she was saying, feeling that she was gaining courage from somewhere deep within her. At first she had felt a little funny taking her clothes off like this, but as soon as she had done it, she felt better. It wasn't the same as doing it in front of a lot of people, like Margaret had done. She was doing it in front of a boy she liked a lot. . . maybe even loved! She wanted to show him . . . and she wanted him to love her . . . and make her feel good!
Lars was in a trance, unable to believe or understand the transformation that had come over this young girl who he had taken for just another innocent pussy. Now she was a sultry siren, her golden hair hanging mysteriously over her face, her deep blue eyes half-closed, her supple young body half-revealed . . . and the rest eager to be revealed. As he stood staring at her, he was slowly aware of himself once more. Christ.. . what the hell difference did it make if he had to try and convince her, or if she was already anxious to have him fuck her? The end result was all the same. . . .
But then another thought entered his mind . . . something he had never thought about until this very moment. What kind of a woman would be acting like this? It could only be a woman who had a great deal of experience. The thought scared him. He fell then, into the line of thinking that all to many teenagers fall into . . . Could he give her what she wanted from him? It was a lot different when he was sure of himself, when it was him making all the moves and all the decisions. But now that the tables were turned, almost all of his bravado was knocked out of him. He began to feel as though he were about to embark on his first fuck . . . his first real fuck. 'I wish I hadn't had that last joint,' he thought. 'I could sure use all my thinking clear right now.. . . '
Cybil was a little confused. What was she doing wrong? she asked herself. She had thought that it would be easy, that all she would have to do was make herself available to Lars, and he would take her. Could it be possible that he still thought of her as a little girl.. . still? She would have to do more . . . she would have to prove to him that she was not a little girl. . . that she was grown up . . . that she knew what she was doing.. . that she wanted him!
She stepped closer to Lars, and her nearness seemed to set off a wave of sensuality which he had been holding back ever since he had seen her. Now Cybil's arm was on his shoulder and her touch was the unleashing of all his fears and desires. His plan faded, and he was left with the delightful reality of what was happening to him. He wasn't in a dream any longer.. . this was a dream come true!
With a low moan, he grabbed her to him, pulling her tightly against her chest, and his mouth found hers in a savage grinding kiss, his lips caressing hers, his teeth nibbling at their pliant softness, his tongue forcing its way between her teeth and uniting with hers.
Cybil's heart was suddenly pounding a mile a minute. Her courage would have been fast fading her, had not her young, tender vagina throbbed so intently with the totality of his kiss. She knew the delight of orgasm . . . she had brought two on herself. Had she been completely innocent, she would have been frightened by the sensations starting in her young virgin body. As it was, she knew enough to delight in them, and realize that they would get stronger and more pleasurable. She knew she was taking a big step, but she could see what her mother was like by not getting what she needed from her father. Young Cybil, as much as she loved her mother, did not want to become like her. If her mother was willing to put up with not feeling as good as she could, that was her business. Cybil was determined that she would try anything that would make her feel as nice . . . or better.. . than she could make herself feel.
And she was getting a taste of those sensations right now, as Lars kissed and Frenched her. Never had a kiss felt like this . . . so total, so wonderful, so arousing, so grown up. Her mouth responded eagerly to his, and she delighted in the feeling of her naked breasts pressing against his shirt as he held her tightly against.
Lars, starting to come into control of himself now, took her hand and pressed it against the swelling bulge of his crotch, and she allowed him to move it up and down against his cloth covered penis. This, her first touch of a man's cock, made her feel all the more passionate. He thinks I'm grown up, she thought. He wants me to do this. I'm going to become a woman . . . and Lars is going to help me. . . .
She thought back to what she had seen Margaret do, and she did as she remembered, fumbling for the zipper of his pants. This is it, she thought to herself in her drug.and passion controlled young mind. If I can do this, I can do anything. . . .
With a surge of inner courage, she fished out the virile hardness of his growing cock, and circled her fingers around it. Lars moaned into her mouth from the incredible touch of her hand on his member, and the lightness of her fingers on the palpitating penis sent shudders of explosive pleasure coursing through him. He felt different somehow with this young Lolita. When he fucked other girls, he would just want to fuck them.. . nothing more. But he wanted to do something nice for Cybil. He wanted to act with her in a way he had never acted before with any other woman. He really liked her. At least, he thought he did. As her slender hands tightened eagerly on his hot throbbing cock, at first trembling a little, and then gripping him with more self-assuredness, he began to want to spend a great deal of time with her in the future. What was it about her, he asked himself, that would cause this feeling? Again he wished that his father was around. He would have to talk to the older man about the strange feelings blazing away at his mind with the same intensity that was burning in his penis.
Then his hands were feverishly reaching for her swelling, pulsing breasts. He could feel her heart beating hard under her smooth supple flesh, and he sensed that she might be as frightened as he was confused. Hell. . . Maybe this was all new for her; maybe she was forcing herself to be the kind of woman she thought he wanted. She deserved something special for that. . . respect, if nothing else. He would give her a real good fucking . . . and he would be gentle with her. His father had taught him many things, but he was acting on his own now. As he cupped her full, rounded spheres in his palms, he felt the nubile tightness of her turgid little nipples as they raced to hardness between his fingers. She seemed to be straining against him, feeding her throbbing hot titties into his care, offering them to him without reservation. It was as though she wanted him to teach her those things she would have to learn for this moment. His hands slipped into the waist band of her jeans and opened them, allowing him to press against the firm pliancy of her sides, down to the graceful flare of her small-girl hips. As his arms pulled her tight pants and nylon panties down over her legs, his fingers dug into the tender flesh of her thighs. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a tremendous desire for her, a completely overpowering hunger which he had never before known. His indecision was gone, as was the cold unconcern with which he was originally going to fuck her. She had proved that she was a woman instead of a little girl, and he wanted to show her that he was a man instead of a boy! Her hand was still milking at his cock, her actions increasing in skill as she practiced her stroking of his penis. His lust-inflated rod felt as though it was expanding every second, and there was a harsh, dull ache in his balls as his roiling sperm seethed in agonized impatience in their dark secret sanctum.
"Lars . . . " she sighed, searching through her drug and lust controlled mind for the words she had never said before, words which would transform her from a girl to a woman forever, "your . . . your cock is so large . . . so big.. . I want it there . . . between my legs. . .
The lewd words coming from this young, formerly innocent girl thrilled him in a way he had never known before. None of the girls he had fucked had ever said anything like that, but he liked it, yes, he liked it! He felt a momentary pang of guilt for the first time in his life. Cybil was so young . . . what would her mother say if she found out what was happening? What would she think after he was finished with her? Could it be that he was falling in love with this young girl?
Cybil felt her courage mounting, fed by the wild licking flames searing through her loins. She could do and say anything now. Seeing Margaret and Stu only moments before this had taught her the things to say, and the way to say them.. . .
"Oooooohhhhhh, do it to me, Lars . . . now . . . please now . . . put your big . . . your big cock up inside me . . . make me a woman. . . . "
Cybil's incessant pleadings were like magic to Lars. All thoughts of what might happen later vanished immediately, and were supplanted firmly by lustful thoughts and desires which made their presence felt in every pore and nerve ending in his body. He had to have this young, teasing girl, and had to have her now, in spite of the fact that she was so young and that he could get into a lot of trouble. Nothing mattered now but their two panting, desire-ridden bodies and their longing for each other. . . .
Demented with a lust he had never known to be so strong, Lars gently pulled her to the ground, and she quickly slipped her jeans from around her feet, offering her body completely naked to his intent gaze. His eyes were glued on the hairlessness of her smooth cunt between her teasingly splayed thighs. He began to strip off his clothes, almost ripping them from his body in his haste to get naked.
Finally, he was totally unencumbered by clothing, and he threw himself at the young girl's waiting body, his mouth falling onto hers once more, and uniting in a greedy, knowing kiss. He began to trail his lips down over her neck, nipping at the tender flesh down to the upraised peaks of her breasts. Eagerly, he enveloped first one, then the other hard berry-like nipple in his mouth, titillating the hard little tips with his tongue, drawing gasps of pleasure from the supine girl. He showered her quivering body with dozens of hot little kisses, endowing her with a passion he had never known to exist within him.
Cybil was awash with wild licking little flames. She had never known anything to feel so wonderful before. Fingering herself and massaging her own breasts was nothing like this, and in the back of her mind, she made a vow to herself. . . she would never again settle for her own hands when she could feel so totally blissful with a man. . . .
Lars brought all his knowledge into play now. His hands raced down the length of her soft, delicate inner thighs, peeling the pulsating softness of her muscle cords, and then eagerly, he pried them apart, stretching them almost unbearably, revealing the nakedness of her tight little pussy. He could see the hairless slit in the light filtering through the towering pine trees, and he made out the soft pinkness surrounded by the creamy whiteness of her flesh, the gentle palpitating of the small, mouth-like orifice, the tiny protuberance of her excitedly quivering little clitoris.
His cock was hard and pounding as he guided it towards her waiting cunt, and he gasped from the exquisite contact of the hard rubbery head against the fragile tissue of her virginal cuntal split. Slowly, he ran the bulbous head up and down the length of her moistened furrow, reveling in this moment, savoring every second of it before he would plunge forward and imbed her desire-hardened rod in her hot little depths. She was at his mercy now, a willing girl, ready for the pleasure he would give her. He could feel the hard head being lubricated by her free-flowing vaginal juices, and he could feel the tentative nibbling of her trembling flesh as it tried to suck his masculinity up inside her young belly like a mysterious, hungry creature of the wild. She was instinctively flexing her warm, moist pussy, trying to impale it on his poised pole, and Lars gloried in her eagerness for him, glad that, for what ever reason, her lust now matched his own.
Suddenly he was beyond control. He could wait no longer, and he rammed forward with a sudden released strength, tearing her hymen from the wildly quivering walls of her cunt with a super-human strength, deflowering her, making her girl no longer, but a passionate woman at the age of thirteen!
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH . . . STOP . . . OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . ! ! ! " Cybil hadn't expected the pain she experienced with the loss of her maidenhood. Her whole lower body felt as though a hot sharp poker had been forced between her legs. For a moment, there was nothing on her mind but the blinding sheet of searing agony. Her mind was scattered in a million different directions, and she was certain that her whole life was passing before her eyes. She thought she would die from the pain. Everything was concentrated in the inner walls of her vagina, and she knew nothing but the blinding torture that comes with the loss of virginity. Heedless of her cries, Lars began a slow, deliberate fucking motion, the full weight of his body pressing down on hers.
And them, as quickly as it had come, the pain was gone. In a flash, Cybil was no longer writhing in agony, but in lust. She could feel the heated walls of her forever stretched cunt flower open and give way to his penetrating onslaught, allowing him to race her secret insides. She could feel him there! She could feel that he had sunk every inch of his huge, engorged penis in her vaginal sheath, and the hard unyielding head was pressing against the soft tissue of her cervix! Her hands and fingers had never gone so deeply into her pussy, and the fullness delighted her as she had never been delighted before!
"Uuuuuummmmmm . . . " she gasped, as he flexed his inflated rod inside her, sending eddies of new and unusual pleasure shooting through her from the unaccustomed contact. Slowly, Lars began to pull back, feeling the clinging skin of her tight little pussy grasp firmly on his retreating cock, as if her body had formed a conspiracy to keep his penis inside it. When just the rock-hard head was still imbedded, he fucked forward again, his fingers digging into the soft spongy flesh of her little-girl hips, holding her in place as his stalwart cock bolted unerringly into the hotly sucking cavern of her young cunt. His bloated balls slapped wetly against the tight crevice of her ass, and her inner thighs were warm against his hips.
Without waiting, he established a perfect rhythm, fucking into her with long, hard even strokes, sweeping deep and completely into her on the downstroke, and withdrawing almost entirely on the out-stroke.
"Ooohhh . . . Lars . . . " she moaned deliriously, her words coming from some part of her mind, "your cock feels so good in my cunt.. . . "
Her praise gave impetus to his fucking, and he screwed deeply into her, his strokes gaining in ferocity and speed. He was once again in control of himself, and he was propelled by a driving, relentless desire for this ravishing young girl who had offered herself so willingly to him. His lust was winding him into a fever pitch which drove him on with a heightened fury he would never have believed possible.
"Mmmmmmmmm . . . I like it.. . I like it. . . love it.. . love it. . . " Cybil gasped, and her head was flailing from side to side, her mouth half-opened as she went with the feelings searing through her body without a thought. Her legs were wrapped around Lars's lower back, locked together at the ankles, and her hands were clasping him eagerly by the shoulders, her fingers like talons in his flesh. Her full young breasts were jiggling and bobbing as she returned, instinctively, thrust for thrust, grinding her heated pussy up to afford him greater access to her open little belly, and her interior muscle milking voraciously on his withdrawing penis.
"Ooohhh . . . shit, baby . . . " Lars gasped between his ragged pants, "where did you learn how to fuck?"
He had never experienced anything like it before. The eagerness he found in her added to his pleasure, and his delight was all the greater because they had done what he wanted in the first place.
Then, he couldn't hold back any longer. The time had come, and he had to shoot the burning load of his cum into the girl's wildly churning cunt. . . he just had to!
And then.. . .
"Uuuhhh . . . oooooohhhhhh . . . " Cybil couldn't think of what to say . . . she had to emit a wail. . . something was going to happen deep within her, and the pressure in her young loins was causing an equally violent pressure in her lungs, and she screamed out in passion without a thought. . . .
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH.. . ! ! ! "
Her loins were thrashing about incredibly, almost jerking his blood-filled cock right off, as wave after wave of hitherto unknown pleasure surged through her. A crimson blush had crept over her body, and her whole body was twitching uncontrollably.
And finally, Lars's own release came too. They were climaxing simultaneously, and Lars had never experienced anything like it in his life.
And suddenly, his cock was jerking and gyrating from the force of the rush of his sperm from his pendulous balls, squirting along the palpitating tube of his penis and jetting out in a hot white stream deep into her hotly sucking channel. A continuous stream of the white fluid gushed from his bobbing shaft as he continued to pump spasmodically into her, as spasm spasm of blinding, convulsing pleasure controlled his body and raised goose bumps on his skin, and made his head reel as if he were on a wild, untamed bronco.
And then, at last, he had emptied the final drop of his seething semen into her still quivering young, no longer virgin vagina, and the girl lay still beneath him, her breathing came more evenly now.
Cybil couldn't believe the feelings waving through her body with a fading intensity. It was heavenly . . . simply heavenly! So much better than her fingers! She could see why her mother would want to feel like this all the time, why she would be angry with her husband if he didn't make her feel like this. She had had sex! She had made love to a man! She was a woman!
The thoughts blazed through her mind, making her feel so grown up . . . so much older than she had been a day ago. Her friends in school would never believe her, but that didn't matter. She knew what had happened to her, and if no one wanted to believe it, that was just too bad for them.
A sudden giddiness hit her as a wave of playfulness washed over her. She looked over to where Lars was laying on the ground next to her after he had rolled off. Lifting her head from the ground, she asked "You wanna do it again?"
Lars opened his eyes slowly and looked at her, smiling a little as he saw her teasing blue eyes.
"Sure," he said, his voice thick and exhausted.
Pulling herself from the ground to a standing position, she looked down at him. "Then you'll have to catch me," she said, laughing as she ran through the woods totally naked. Summoning all his strength, he jumped and followed her, and the two of them ran laughing through the woods back down the trail, feeling like little children running naked through the forest.. . .
CHAPTER FIVE
He's such a wonderful man, Christa's mind said over and over, the final eddies of her incredible orgasm seeming to linger on and on. She was certain that she would never stop feeling this way. It was the way she used to feel when Frank and she had first been married and he would fuck her every night. Those had been such wonderful days, she thought in her lust-dreamy state. He would love me, and I would love him, and there was nothing in the world but the two of us and we would fuck all the time. . . .
Slowly, surely, Christa came to her senses, though, and she began to think about what had happened. She had been sucked by a man who was not her husband. She had cheated on Frank, the very thing she had tried so very hard for years not to do. She had willingly submitted to another man's advances. But she could not feel guilty. She tried. She knew she should feel bad for allowing Cliff to suck her cunt like he had, but she couldn't. She may have just cheated on her husband now but he had been cheating on her for years, cheating her by not giving her the kind of love she wanted, needed. Why should she feel guilty? Why shouldn't she allow a man who cared about her make her feel like this? She certainly hadn't given him anything Frank wanted. In spite of the arguments she and Frank had had before she had left, Frank didn't seem to care if she was alive or dead. All he wanted was someone he could point to and say "You're my wife." He wanted a prize . . . a toy . . . a trophy to hang on his wall, not a partner to share life with him.
Cliff was different. She could see that. The husky, muscular man wanted Christa as happy as he could make her. He seemed to derive an inner happiness just from giving her pleasure. She was certain he hadn't orgasmed by licking her cunt. His oral stimulation was like a gift to her.. . something that she could enjoy to the fullest while he took pleasure in giving. She had to do something for him now. She had to show him that she understood his feelings for her.
"I feel.. . I feel wonderful, Cliff," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally opened her deep blue eyes and smiled up at him. His hand reached out and lightly stroked her smooth, naked shoulder. "I never thought another man would be able to do that to me and make me feel so good."
Cliff said nothing. He merely continued to touch her lovingly, soothingly, as though he could tell that she was entering new worlds and trying to feel her way through them. He hadn't planned on it turning out like this for them. In all his years of fucking women right and left, he had never met one who effected him the way this blonde wife did. It might be love, he thought. I felt love once, when I was a younger man. I thought I was too old for something like that, but shit.. . I feel as young as Lars right now.
His cock, still blood-engorged and throbbing, pulsed with his unfulfilled climax, He wanted to fuck her, but he knew that would come in a few moments.. . a few hours. . . What he really wanted now was to just let the all-but-forgotten feelings flow naturally through his body, the feelings of youth revitalized. It was almost as if the last twenty years of his life had suddenly been erased from his mind, and he was able to start afresh once more. Briefly, he thought of his son and Cybil. . . What was happening to the two of them? Did this woman's daughter possess the same strange, unexplainable enchantment? If so, would Lars fall victim to it? Would he be old enough to understand?
Cliff wasn't sure. He would certainly have to find out his son's feelings. But that was something for later. Right now, at this moment, he wanted to share the joy he was feeling with this woman laying naked on the ground next to him.
"You didn't climax, did you?" she asked him, a concerned look on her face. "You licked my pussy and gave me a wonderful orgasm, and all the while, I wasn't doing anything for you."
His warm, soothing smile never left his face as he shook his head slowly. "No, Chris," he said in a controlled tone. "I wanted to make you feel good. You look so wonderful when you're happy."
Again Christa closed her eyes. She knew what she had to do . . . what she wanted to do. She had to give Cliff the same pleasure he had given her. She wasn't going to be the same kind of person her husband was . . . selfish and unconcerned.
"I want you to fuck me with your cock, Cliff," she said, her voice betraying the rising lust at the thought of having his penis inside her. "I want to feel you in me . . . I want your cum in my belly . . . I want your hot, scalding sperm flowing through my body . . . I want to give you an orgasm.. . . "
Cliff hesitated, but not out of disbelief or satisfaction that he was finally going to get what he wanted. He wanted to linger on the sounds of her words, the pleasing tones of her voice, the lovely sight she presented to his eyes as she lay in her back in the nude, her ripe, luscious body covered with her sweat and passion-juices and glistening in the sunlight cascading through the forest. She looked so loving like that. He was held as if in a trance by the sensual beauty of her naked body, and he didn't want to break the spell. He wanted to enjoy the feelings of his re-born youth just a little longer. . . .
Patiently, Christa lay on the soft bed of pine needles. How could she give him the gift of her body in a way that would let him know what she was feeling for him? Yes, she wanted him to fuck her with his cock . . . but she wanted it in a way she had never had a penis before. She would like to give him the gift of her hymen, but that was something that had been taken, and then abused. And then she knew!
"I want to feel your cock in my ass," she said with great deliberateness. "I want you to fuck me in my ass, Cliff. I've never been fucked there before. It will be like I was a virgin all over again."
Cliff smiled to himself as he watched her roll over on her stomach and spread her legs wide apart, giving him a seductive view of her firm half-moons. Then she twisted her head and looked at him. "Now, Cliff," she begged. "I want you to. I want your penis in my body. I can't wait another minute."
Next to her, and slightly behind, Cliff gazed at the luscious pear-shaped mounds of her buttocks so sensually gleaming at him in her passionate offering. His sperm-bloated testicles began pounding harder at the lascivious sight, and he wanted to take his wildly throbbing cock and thrust it forward into her without further hesitation now. But he curbed his impatience, wanting to make her aroused once again. Yes! That was exactly what he was going to do. The puckered little rosette of her anus was going to be turned into a second vagina. He would show Christa once again that she could be happy. He moved from his position and knelt between her thighs, spreading them still further as he prepared to make her happy once again. He knew it would hurt her a great deal at first, but if she were willing, the pain would be over before she even knew it.
For a few long moments, Cliff moved his long, rigidly thick penis up and down the entire length of her shadowy cleft between her wantonly spread thighs, feeling her still-damp pussy once again beginning to flow with a hot slipperiness. Finally, he leaned forward and planted a warm, wet, loving kiss along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her naked body shiver as her passion was once again brought to life.
The sensually petite woman groaned slightly, and her heated flesh shook from the moist contact on her loins and back. Her shudders grew more and more deliberate as Cliff ran his tongue wetly down her spine and into the fleshy crevice between the cheeks of her relaxing ass, continuing on until he reached the puckered little brown star of her rectum. Christa tensed her body as she felt waves of passion once again flowing through her. She hadn't expected that she would feel like this again' so soon, and she was delighting in the ability of this man . . . this near stranger to make her feel like a total woman.
Cliff crouched forward, doing everything he knew to make this wonderful woman happy. She had been without love for so long that she was like an untapped well. He watched with burning eyes as the wetly layered folds of her cunt began to part from the outward pressure of his thumbs on her buttocks. A slight moisture had already run down the soft insides of her smooth hairless thighs as he licked his damply quivering tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of her crevice again, and back up, lapping with the same tender loving strokes he had first used on her cunt moments ago. Christa felt he buttocks muscles relaxing more, and her warmly clenched asscheeks slipped wider and wider apart under his maddening probe.
The wife had geared her mind to merely giving Cliff the same pleasure he had given her before, but not the softness and pleasure she was feeling as the powerful man pressed his open mouth hard against the fevered lips of her hotly pulsating slit and wormed his tongue far up inside the smooth, fleshy folds of her wetly quivering cunt.. . this time from behind. The gentle caressing had garnered a tremulous response from her. She sighed and relaxed all her straining muscles. How could she not trust this man completely now? He was so gentle and so loving.. . as though she were the only reason for his existence. She shivered as a wild tingling began building up in intensity in her naked, offered backside. Was there no end to the pleasure this man was capable of giving?
"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . " she moaned, and her softly fleshed buttocks made a little grinding movement in the air as she hoisted herself up on her knees, making it easier for him to lick at her cunt and ass from behind. His tongue was a curling thing once more as it licked far up into her rippling belly. He pushed his skilled lips even closer, trying to swallow the whole of her proffered flesh, sucking and kissing it while she ground her eagerly trembling buttocks around his face. Her mind was once again unable to control the spasms of wanton delight which were billowing upwards from her uptilted cuntal slit.
"You really like my mouth, don't you?" he commented, pulling away from her slightly. Then, after kissing her cunt from behind one more time, he slithered closer to her, and moved his lips to her wet and glistening anal opening.
Christa felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain was burning at the endless bliss Cliff was giving her She hadn't even come down yet from her first orgasm, and now she could feel the flames of a second. The hot coals in net belly were coming to life again, as though Cliffs second tonguing were a bucket of gasoline tossed on them.
Cliff moved forward still closer, slipping as far up between her wide-spread trembling thighs as he could go, and then he guided his massively throbbing penis forward to gently prod the heatedly blushing cheeks of her ass. They felt so warm, so smooth against the now impatiently jerking head of his cock. Cliff smiled as he anticipated his release, and then used his thumbs to slowly spread the soft white mounds. Christa groaned and braced herself for . . . for what? This had never happened to her before, and she wasn't sure what to expect. But she had decided that she would trust Cliff, and when his fingering dug into her lust-sensitive flesh, she decided that she would permit him to do as he willed.
Cliff gasped in admiration as the little brown star of Christa's anus came into full view again. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, using his saliva for lubrication, then thrust it experimentally at the puckering anal opening. He heard the woman beneath moan loudly as the finger began its inexorable pressure against the tight rubbery ring. God, he thought, if she's never done this before, she's gonna be tight. He might have to hold her to keep her from bucking so wildly that she would throw him off.
"Aaaaaagggggg . . . ! " she gasped, her eyes wide in pain, as the finger slipped in to the first knuckle. She could see what lay in store for her now.. . a rush of pain, instantly coming and just as quickly leaving her. She could sense that the pain would be intense, a blinding flash in her ass. But she could also sense that it would be worth it. His finger felt wonderful, now that the pain had flowed away. Think of what his cock will feel like, she chanted to herself. Ignore the pain . . . think of the pleasure to follow. You can do it. . . you can do it.. . .
Knowing that he would have to stretch her ass, Cliff began scouring her nether passage. He knew that there would be no point in being gentle. The pain would exist no matter what he did. His first finger was joined by a second, and he could feel the tight, unused walls of her rectum opening. Finally satisfied that she was as ready as she would ever by, he began stroking his heatedly pulsating cock, then aimed the huge, lust-swollen head at the tiny puckered little hole.
Christa felt the hot throbbing against the opening of her anxiously waiting rectum, and then the dull pressure began as Cliffs massively-thick penis sought entry. The pressure continued, worsened ten-fold, and then the rock-hard head of his cock popped through the slightly stretched sphincter of her wetly gripping rectum.
Christa was suddenly engulfed in a blazing sheet of searing agony. One part of her mind told'her to fall forward and remove the intruder from her ass . . . but another, stronger part of her mind told her that she could stand it. She opened her mouth to scream . . . Her eyes were wide and unseeing. . . her whole body was washed with a billowing pain, and her muscles suddenly became tight and gripping. Her hands formed little balls, and tears ran down from her eyes. The whole world seemed to stand still, and time was a thing unknown to her. She felt as though she were being ripped in half from the thickness of his cock splitting up into her, and again she opened her mouth to scream. But she couldn't make any sound come out. Cliffs hands were holding her tightly on her hips, as though he knew she would instinctively thrash with the first entry.
Slowly, steadily, the pain began to subside, though, and Christa was able to concentrate on what was happening. She had done it! She had overcome the first and only rush of pain, and could feel his cock filling her totally, in a way she had never before been filled. It was incredible. She had another man's penis in her ass, and she was loving it. She was momentarily held mentally transfixed by the wonderfulness of what was happening as Cliff started fucking into her with long, deep strokes, his hands tightly holding her now relaxing buttocks. She smiled to herself now, the pain fading still more, replaced by the full-feeling sensations of Cliff's massive cock in her rectum.
"Gotta fuck back, baby," Cliff said, grunting as he fucked his penis deeper and deeper into her rectum. "I could use a little help now."
Christa complied without hesitation, wanting to have everything Cliff could give her. Her fleshy buttocks began to grind in small circles as she experimented with moving. This was all still new to her. She noticed that her undulations helped stretch her anus all the more, and she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ripely mature buttocks back against his hard-driving cock as though glued to it.
"That's it, Chris," Cliff shouted gleefully. "Now you're learning.. . I knew you'd love my cock in your ass."
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh . . . " Christa mewled, bucking beneath him, the sound muffled and indistinct from her face being pressed against the ground. With every forward lunge, Cliffs cock filled her rectum and threw her forward. His testicles swung against her, the loud slapping sounds seeming to fill the whole forest as they hit arousingly against her upturned vaginal slit. Christa fucked back then as though he were filling her cunt instead of her ass.
As she did, she found that the pain left her all the more. There was a strange, new erotic stimulation now, something familiar, yet different at the same time. She was feeling oddly wet between her straining buttocks and the heatedly pulsating vaginal lips below. Was it possible? she asked herself. Could she be having another orgasm? She was secreting as if she were being fucked the only way she had previously known . . . aroused at being sodomized. If she hadn't allowed this man to fuck her in the ass, she would never had learned of this new and exciting stimulation. Her motions thus far had been deliberate and conscious, but each time Cliff thrust a rectum-filling jolt into the warm buttery depths of her ass, she found that she no longer had to think about what she was doing. Her body was responding automatically by squirming back on his long, thick shaft, heaving and undulating her buttocks of its own accord, moving in tiny circles of a reckless abandon she would never have though possible like this.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . " she groaned in her new found pleasure. It was as intense a pleasure as she would have received from a cunt fucking, but different in its newness. The jerks of wild delight which fused through her every time her illicit lover fucked his rock-hard cock into her wildly puckering rectum added to the pleasure she felt from the previous plunge, building with every second to where she couldn't think anymore. She could only mindlessly enjoy the wonderfully erotic nature of the sensations. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yyyeeessssss!" She couldn't halt the frothing excitement which was reaching through this new and delightful arousal of muscle and flesh, and she began mumbling unintelligibly as she wiggled back salaciously, still not understanding why her body was reacting like this, but no longer caring. If anyone had told her that being fucked in the ass like this could produce such a wonderfully total reaction, she would have said they were crazy. Now, she couldn't think at all. All thoughts of her husband, her daughter, everything, once again vanished from her mind, and she was left with nothing but the heavenly feeling of Cliff Bova's penis fucking in and out of her willing rectum, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm she hadn't counted on.
* * *
Running through the woods, totally naked and barefoot, Cybil occasionally looked behind her, laughing as she saw Lars playfully following her.
She was still stoned enough to think she was in some sort of dream where the both of them were moving in slow motion through the forest downward closer and closer toward the ranch. Cybil would hide behind a tree and watch Lars creeping up, and then jump out in the open, her naked legs spread, her hands on her hips, her head thrown back.
"You gotta catch me," she teased. "If you want to fuck me again, you gotta catch me . . . " And then she would be off again, her lithe body weaving through the towering pines. Lars would lose track of her, and she would have to wait until he was getting close to her before she could reveal her position. As they came closer to the ranch, it became harder and harder for Cybil to find a hiding place, and she knew that she would soon let Lars catch her. She was becoming aroused again, and she could see that Lars was as well. Even as he ran through the trees, his cock remained hard and erect. Her running and his chasing had brought the two of them in a huge circle, and Cybil, as she hid behind a Douglas fir, noticed that there was a small clearing off to the left. She chuckled to herself as she thought that she would lead Lars there and have him fuck her again.
Turning her gaze back into the forest, she could see her new boyfriend looking this way and that, trying to find her contrasting cream-white flesh against the gray-brown of the tree bark. He was way off, and the thought that she was about to have him once again made her feel all the more aroused and playful. She could feel her young vagina already seeping her lubricating fluids as she thought of his cock ramming up between her legs, making her feel as happy as she could imagine.
Nope, she thought, her pretty little face split with a wide grin. He doesn't see me. Some outdoorsman. Can't even follow a person through the woods. Panting with her exertion, she moved from behind the tree. "Over here, Lars," she called, waving her arms high above her head. She saw the boy smile and start to come toward her, and then she took off toward the small clearing she had seen, her full breasts bouncing like melons against her chest. As she ran and walked quickly through the final bit of the forest, she turned her head back and noticed that Lars was gaining on her. That was good. She wouldn't be able to keep up this game much longer.. . and she didn't want to. She wanted to feel nice again. She wanted to make Lars feel nice again.
She turned back to see where she was running and finally broke through the trees.. . and stopped dead in her tracks!
There were two people in the clearing . . . two naked people! They were about fifteen feet away! A man and a woman! Naked!
"Gotcha!" Lars said as he came up behind her and wrapped his muscled arms around her slim, tapered waist.
Sssssshhhhhh.. . " Cybil said, not taking her eyes off the couple in the clearing. She couldn't make them out, but it looked like they were doing something like what she and Lars had done. The man's long penis was going in and coming out of the woman's . . . the woman's behind! Cybil's body started to go limp, and she would have fallen to the ground, had not Lars been holding her around her waist. The young girl's face frowned as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. The man was . . . fucking. . . the woman in the . . . in the ass! Was such a thing possible? she wondered, squinting her eyes to make sure she was seeing correctly. She felt funny, embarrassed, that she had come on them, but she was held . . . the same way she was held when she had watched her mother the night before . . . the same way she was held when she had watched Margaret and Stu.
Lars, too, was held, fascinated by the wild spectacle being acted out in front of him. But he was more in control of himself. He'd seen his father do things like this before. In his stoned condition, he noticed that there was something familiar about the man . . . and the woman. The angle he was viewing them from, though, made it difficult to see. Taking a few short steps away from the naked Cybil, Lars squinted his eyes as well. And then he broke out into a huge grin. Yeah . . . yeah . . . no wonder the man looked so familiar. That was his father! And the woman . . . Lars recognized her all right, now that he could see her finely featured face and the full, golden hair that looked as shimmering as Cybil's. Lars came back behind the gaping young thirteen year old and whispered in her ear. "Don't you recognize them?" he asked. "That's my father . . . and your mother."
Cybil stiffened her body as her mouth dropped to the ground. Yes! It was true. Her mother was resting on the ground, her behind waving as Mr. Bova banged his hips against her fanny cheek!
The young girl couldn't collect her thoughts! This was totally different than when she had seen her mother fingering herself in the cabin. A man was . . . was . . . fucking her . . . a man she wasn't married to! Cybil thought of all the things her mother had taught her about marriage, and even though she had just recently decided that they were all wrong, she was still in the shocking grip of seeing her mother like this. The young girl had thought that maybe married people couldn't do this with other people. It was something her mother had told her over and over again. That was why she stayed with Cybil's father. Her mother said that when she married, it was for life. Had she been lying? Had she changed her mind?
Lars and Cybil walked to the wildly writhing couple in the clearing, the children moving as one, each lost in their own conflicting thoughts. Lars felt a returning of his old self. He was really proud of his father. His dad was really giving it to Cybil's mother . . . just like he had given it to that tight young virgin less than half an hour ago. Lars had seen his father sodomizing women before, but none of them looked like they enjoyed it as much as Cybil's mother was right now. Look at her go! Jesus . . . it looked like someone had wired her up to the ranch generator and was feeding a million volts through her. She's really shaking that ass of hers like there's no tomorrow. Leave it to Dad to really make a woman feel good . . . even if she didn't want to before. All it takes is a little patience . . . and a little work!
But even as this thought passed through his mind, another thought entered and began to replace it. He shot a quick glance to Cybil, and noticed that she was looking at her mother and his father as though she were seeing the most horrible thing possible, and the dark-haired boy suddenly felt sorry for her. The feelings he had started having for Cybil were returning, and he wondered what he could tell her. This was exactly what he and his father had planned the night before, but somehow, it didn't seem right any more. In a short time, Lars had grown very, very fond of Cybil, and even though his father may still be acting according to their plan, Lars had changed. He wanted Cybil to like him, and after seeing what his father was doing to her mother, he doubted that she would ever talk to him again. Lars was actually hurt by his father's ass-fucking. He had to tell Cybil that he had no part of this . . . that what had happened between the two of them was not the same as what was happening between her mother and his father.
Lars couldn't have been more wrong in his thinking, though. Cybil wasn't shocked by what she was watching. Once her surprise had worn off, the astonishment she had felt by seeing these two people in the first place and then learning who they were, she found that she was . . . aroused! Wildly aroused! The churning she had felt in her tender young vagina all the while she had been running through the forest with Lars was increased by the sight of her mother's fucking. She was as aroused now as she had been the night before. She stared at the lewd scene. Once again, her mother was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she didn't notice she was being watched. Neither did Mr. Bova. It was as if Cybil and Lars had walked into another world . . . a very passionate, sensually arousing place where the only meaning of life was sexual fulfillment. The thinking that Cybil had done moments before, when she finally discovered for herself the meaning of sex, was being manifested before her very eyes. Her mother was happy. Young Cybil could see that. Her mother was feeling as nice as she had felt when she let Lars do this thing to her . . . and Mr. Bova was making her feel like that. That must mean that Mr. Bova was a good man, just like Cybil had thought all along.
And there was another thing running through Cybil's mind at the same time. Shooting a sidelong glance at the wide-eyed Lars, Cybil remembered Margaret and Stu, how they had done this . . . or something like this . . . for all to see, heedless that anyone was watching. The passion Cybil had felt for her mother the night before was making itself felt more and more. The young girl thought quickly, her still-drugged controlled mind racing with thoughts that almost fit. Margaret had sucked on Stu's penis . . . Lars's penis between her legs had made her feel good . . . her own hands between her legs made her feel good . . . what would a mouth feel like there . . . on her cunt? Her mother was such a lovely person. . . could she? WOULD SHE?? ? WAS SOMETHING LIKE THAT POSSIBLE??? WHAT WOULD HER MOTHER THINK IF . . . IF . . . ? ? ?
Cybil tightened her whole body as she tried to find the courage to do what she knew she had to do. Walking away from Lars, Cybil positioned herself at her mother's head, looking down at the older woman's thrashing blonde hair. . . .
"Mother?" she said softly. "It's me. . . Cybil. . . . "
Christa opened her eyes as she heard the sweetly innocent voice of her daughter. At first she stiffened, her ass halting its salacious motions against Cliffs hard driving cock behind her. C. . . Cybil. . . " her mother panted, trying to think of what she could say. Her daughter was naked! Her daughter was naked and was watching Cliff fuck her in the ass! Twisting her head, she saw Lars standing a few feet away . . . as naked as her daughter! THAT COULD ONLY MEAN ONE THING!! ! HER DAUGHTER.. . LARS.. . NAKED . . . ! ! ! IN THE WOODS . . . WATCHING HER AND CLIFF . . . FUCKING . . . OH GOD!! ! DEAR GOD!! ! WHAT WOULD SHE TELL HER DAUGHTER?? ? HOW COULD SHE EXPLAIN?? ?
Christa's whole world seemed to fall in around her. Her thirteen year daughter, naked as the day she was born and watching her being fucked in the ass by a man who was not her husband!
"Mother . . . I'm not a virgin anymore," Cybil said softly, bending down.
"Cybil.. . Cybil.. . I.. . I.. . " Christa couldn't find the words to describe her feelings of sheer embarrassment and passion combined. Dear God! What was happening? What could a mother say?? ?
"Mother.. . I.. . I don't care what Mr. Bova is doing to you," Cybil said, feeling her courage mounting as it had when she had asked Lars to fuck her. "I . . . I know what it feels like, and I know that Daddy never made you feel like that."
Christa couldn't believe her ears! Was it possible that her daughter was more grown up that she could have possibly imagined? It certainly looked that way.
Behind the mother, Cliff gave an impatient lurch of his cock in her ass.
"Come on, lover," he said, pulling her hips against him. "You and your daughter can talk later."
In spite of herself, Christa smiled. She never dreamed she wouldn't mind having her daughter watching while she was fucked like this. Somehow, though, it all seemed natural out here, having her daughter watching while she was fucked like this. Somehow, though, it all seemed natural out here, having her daughter watch while she was being sodomized. Once again, she could feel the waves of bliss sweeping through her body, and she closed her eyes, fucking back against Cliffs incessant cock.
"Mother . . . I want you to lick my cunt," Cybil said, seeing that she was losing her mother's attention. It was what she had wanted all along, after she had come over to talk to her mother. She would have liked to talk to her mother about it before she asked, but the words simply blurted out, and once they were said, there was no taking them back.
Again, Christa stopped her fucking motions, and she looked at her daughter with wide, completely surprised eyes.
"You . . . you what?" she gasped, ignoring the sharp pulls Cliff was making on her hips.
"I.. . I want you to lick me . . . there . . . between my legs . . . I want you to make me feel good . . . just like Mr. Bova is making you feel good."
Cybil looked at her mother with determination in her eyes. The young girl had never heard of lesbianism. As far as Cybil was concerned, if something felt good, it should be done. She had learned so many things in the last few days that she decided it wouldn't hurt to learn something different now.
Christa, though, was totally shocked. To actually do something like that to another woman . . . to her own daughter!! ! It had never entered her mind. It didn't seem right. She hadn't raised her daughter to be some sort of pervert, and she herself certainly wasn't one!
Behind her, Cliff could sense what was going on in Christa's mind. The sight of mother and daughter naked in front of him, their two lusciously, sensual bodies blatantly displayed to his eyes was making his testicles boil with a gathering flood of sperm that would have to be taken care of.
"Why not, Chris?" he asked finally. "If you've got something against feeling good, I'll pull my cock out of you right away."
Everything was happening a little too fast for Christa, especially when Cybil squealed with delight and began to lower her body and spread her legs, engulfing her mother's lustfully contorted face with the smooth suppleness of her young, slim thighs. Suddenly, Christa's perspiring face was being touched by Cybil's soft, wet, hairless mass of cuntal flesh. Christa tried to pull her face away, but Cliff, sensing that once she got going she would like it, held her tight, and Christa had no alternative but to allow her daughter to do what she wanted!
Cybil squirmed on her back, opening her thighs by pressing the soles of her feet together and dropping her knees to either side. Christa's eyes stared at the smooth, glistening slit of her daughter's young vagina. It was grasping, eager, demanding to be licked, just as Christa's own vagina had been licked by Cliff moments ago!
For a moment, Christa was too shocked by her daughter's insistence to know what to do, and then, instinctively, her tongue shot out, and she tasted the warm piquant juice of her daughter's eagerly throbbing young cunt. Christa's hands reached up under her daughter's slender thighs, her fingers digging into her hairless cuntal lips. My daughter. . . my loving daughter, Christa thought as her tongue set to work diligently on the throbbing pink flesh rimming her nose and mouth. With a sigh of relief, Cliff once again began fucking the lovely mother in her ass again shooting tidal waves of pleasure up the length of her body, and she in turn began to transmit the wild sodomizing from behind to a new goal, to the searing demanding flesh of her daughter's wanting needing vagina.
Christa licked and sucked blindly at the now wildly grinding pussy in front of her, tasting the flowing lubrication, slapping and darting her tongue in a new-found ecstasy of oral stimulation. She would never have thought that her daughter was old enough for anything but the most casual of dates with boys her own age, but she could see that she was wrong, just as she had been wrong about so many other things. She could see the swelling tip of her daughter's little clitoris as it nestled between her thin protective vaginal lips. She discovered the small star-like hole guarding the vaginal entrance and plunged her tongue into it, making her daughter scream with delight. She swept her tongue along the full length of Cybil's crotch, diving into her wet folds, traveling lewdly into her softly waving hairless cunt.
Lingering over the tiny red tip of her young daughters wildly excited clitoris, she grasped it with a growing skill between her teeth and teased it, swirling around and around with her warm, wet tongue. She was actually reveling in her new-found pleasure, the strange delight of giving her daughter this excitement. She heard Cybil sighing blissfully in front of her and she continued to lick and suck at her tender flesh. It tasted good . . . surprisingly good. It was incredible the feelings that were engendered in her by being fucked in the ass by Cliff while she, herself, slavered at her daughter's tender young vagina. She was enmeshed in a wild, thrilling naked trio of passionately writhing bodies and she loved it!
She kissed and licked and slathered in her daughter's warmly scented pussy, feeling the soft quivering flanges of her cunt flesh ring her nose and mouth, feeling the excited throbbing walls of her vagina close around her probing tongue, feeling her smooth thighs encase her bobbing head, clamping there as Cybil extended her thighs and locked her legs at her ankles. She forced her mother's tongue deeper and deeper into the elastic opening by thrusting her naked, young vagina up against her mother's mouth with increasing frenzy and a steady rhythm.
Both women were panting heavily, Cybil openly, Christa muffled by the enveloping thighs of her daughter. They were madly increasing momentum, a headlong velocity charged their fierce movements, and together, mother and daughter felt the gathering, swelling energy of approaching orgasm. Behind, Cliff grunted and panted as his cock plunged deep into the once-again moving ass of Christa Lamer, and he too, was approaching his orgasm.
Off to one side, the naked Lars watched everything with a mounting interest. He couldn't understand what was happening between mother and daughter, but he liked it for some reason. He could tell that Mrs. Lamer had accepted what happened to her daughter, and she didn't mind. He could sense that something had happened to his own father. . . that the older man, like himself, had come under the spell of Cybil's mother. Their plan to merely fuck these two women was no longer in play. Something else had taken hold . . . something stronger than lust. Lars's cock was throbbing with a wild, painful excitement as he watched young Cybil's cunt being sucked by her mother, while Mrs. Lamer was being fucked in the ass by his father. It was the most incredible trio Lars had ever seen, and he wanted to become a part of it. He wanted to join in on what looked like a new family forming. Stroking his massively pulsing penis almost mindlessly, he walked toward Cybil, who was laying flat on her back, lost in the throes of her passion as her mother licked and slavered at her quivering cunt. And then he knew!! !
Stepping over Cybil with one leg, he looked down at her lust-contorted, pretty little face. Her mouth was was gaping open and she took in deep lungfuls of air.
"Cybil," he said, kneeling down, his blood-distended penis throbbing like a thing alive in his right hand, "I want you to have my cock again. I want you to suck it. Do you think you could do that for me?"
Lars was surprised by what he was saying. It was the first time he had ever asked a woman to suck his penis. He had always told them to do it. But he felt differently about Cybil than he had about all the others. He wanted her to want him . . . wanted her to want his penis in her mouth.
The young blonde girl opened her eyes and saw the purplish throbbing head of Lars's cock nearly touching her mouth. As little as a day ago, she would never even have dreamed of such a thing, but after seeing Margaret and Stu in the woods, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to the thirteen year old blonde girl. She could see every vein, every stray wisp of Lars's jet-black pubic hair around the bloated shaft. As she stared with a fascinated amazement at the corpulent penis, she could sense the heated aroma of masculinity wafting against her small, pert nose. It was highly arousing, and as her mother below her licked her hot wet tongue over her quivering clitoris, the young girl opened her mouth with a great gasp, seeing his chance, Lars flicked his hips forward, fucking his enormous, erect penis between her now widely ovaled lips, pushing it slowly, slowly deep inside the warm wet saliva of her mouth until Cybil thought she would choke on it.
It was as instantly wonderful to Cybil as his penis in her cunt had been earlier. She was losing her virginity again! She was being fucked twice in the same day. She had had a cock in her cunt, and now she had that very same cock in her mouth, delighting on the same taste she knew Margaret had had.
Her jaw was being stretched open almost painfully. She never thought she would be able to take the whole throbbing penis into her mouth, but Lars had known better. She began to establish a regular pattern to her breathing, taking in a huge mouthful of air as Lars pulled back on the out-stroke, and shivering as she exhaled through her nose as the mammoth cock drove into her, pressing against the back of her throat on the in-stroke, while below her, between her wide-spread thighs, her mother continued licking and sucking with increased fever.
Cliff was panting and moaning now, his body sweating, tense and alive with excitement. The sight of mother sucking daughter and his own son being sucked by the lovely young Cybil increased his driving passion, and he quickened his tempo, plunging his swollen penis still deeper into Christa's heaving, shuddering anal passage! He fucked back and forth, driven now with wild, unimaginable sensuality, and Christa received his iron blows with a gasping ecstasy. She was caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of excitement. She felt the extraordinary thrills surging through her loins, her body steaming with heightened passion. Her mind was divided into two parts, one concentration on the anal fucking she was receiving from Cliff, and the other focusing on the vagina of her daughter thrust wantonly, tightly against her face.
The first part told her that she was about to cum. Her whole body began to buck and jerk with a mounting excitement that threatened to explode, only to become still more and more intense. Her vagina was tingling . . . burning with the flames of her lust, and each inward plunge of Cliffs incredible, thick cock was like the addition of a fuel to the blazing inferno searing through her cunt. Finally, she was there. She just knew it! Her passion had reached the point beyond which it was humanly impossible to go. She opened her mouth and screamed out her orgasm into the gaping orifice of her daughter's quivering vagina pressed tightly against her face.
"Oooooommmmmmpppppphhhhhh . . . " she moaned, and then, unable to control her body movements, she pulled her mouth away from Cybil's cunt, breaking the delightful contact as she wailed out, "I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!! ! "
As she cried out, Cliff felt his body begin to respond to her mounting orgasm. He could feel the white hot sperm gathering and surging in his throbbing balls, welling up like a churning maelstrom of yearning seed! He was cumming too!
"AAAGGGHHH!" he cried, feeling himself almost ready to shoot his mighty load like a cannon into her hot steaming anus.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH . . . BBBAAABBBBBBEEEEEE!"
He was seized by convulsive spasms as his bulging, gorged prick shot the torrent of white hot cum deep into her. She could feel the boiling, surging river enter her like lava, streaming through her loins and seeming to spread out through her entire exploding body. On and on it came, a seemingly never ending rocket-load of turbulent jism. He could feel it streaming through his long, thick rod and gushing through the charged rubbery head. He felt wildly excited, shooting his turbulent cum into the lust-shuddering ass of Christa. An ancient primitive exalation consumed him as he released his white, boiling sperm into her anal passage.
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnn . . . " Christa moaned, once again placing her mouth tightly against her daughter's glistening vagina, The blonde mother could feel Cliffs cock begin to shrivel, and finally fall out of her rectum. She felt his body slump to the ground next to her, and she heard his exhausted panting as he watched the wild trio of Christa, Cybil and Lars still engaged in their own passions.
No longer needing to concentrate on the penis reaming through her ass, Christa was able to bring all her attention to her daughter's hairless pussy. Able to move with greater ease, Christa opened her mouth still wider, moving her tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit, and began to orally fuck her daughter in earnest, sliding her hot, wet tongue far up into Cybil's excitedly dilated vagina, reveling in the muffled whimpers the young girl made as she swirled and licked her tongue around the velvet-like interior of the pulsing cuntal lips. Christa brought her hands up, slipping them beneath Cybil's thighs. The whole of her young daughter's vaginal plane was open in naked abandonment to her mother's churning face, and then Christa cupped her daughter's buttocks with gentle hands, fingers kneading the quivering flesh as she thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into the searing liquid depths of Cybil's cunt.
The young girl writhed and moaned against the jerking shaft of Lars's penis in her mouth, the gentle probing of her mother's tongue up into her passion-warmed vagina bringing her as much pleasure as sucking and licking on Lars's cock. She tried to enjoy both new pleasures at once, undulating her hips against her mother's face while Lars began to fuck with increasing rhythm in and out of her tightly stretched lips. As her mother's tongue moved with a blurring speed through the moist lips of her vagina, Cybil delighted in the wanton joy of accepting and responding to the relentless slithering in and out of Lars's swollen penis in her mouth. With little spasms of delight, she began to run her tongue shamelessly back and forth over the now slickly glistening surface of the teenager's penis, stopping to tease at the tiny slit in the blood-engorged head, to lick and taste hungrily at the warm droplets of viscous pre-cum that oozed forth.
Eyes closed, mouth ovaled wide and hips bucking and thrashing against the desperate mouth of her mother licking her cunt below, Cybil gave herself up to the overwhelming joy and pleasure of the moment. She was sucking a cock, she thought. She was actually sucking a cock while her mother licked and sucked her vagina. Her body spasmed sporadically, consumed by a searing passion, little flames licking over her skin, tightening her belly, bringing her closer and closer to that point she had only known with her fingers until today. Her body strained and twisted on the ground, her mouth muffling the sounds of her young list, and she moved her hands down to tangle her fingers tightly in her mothers long, golden hair, pulling her as tightly as she could against the seething inferno of her loins.
Christa's tongue was a pistoning thing, a female penis flashing deep and hard up into her daughter's wet, hot, clasping vagina. Faster and faster her burning tongue flashed into Cybil's cunt, and she delighted in tasting the now freely-flowing juices of another woman's vagina, the sweetness of them made all the more sweet because that other woman was her daughter.
Cybil's cheeks contracted, tightened around the thick, turgid cock that drubbed in and out of her tightly locked lips like a cylinder of an automobile engine. Then, above her lust-contorted face, Lars began to jerk, suddenly, in his own spasm of intense pleasure, and the white hot sperm spilled from his inflated balls to squirt the length of his thrusting, pulsing rod. Cybil struggled desperately to swallow every precious drop of the whitely searing liquid, her tongue spiraling and swirling around the penis as she licked voraciously and wildly at the last vestige of Lars's heavily draining seminal fluid. Still half crazed with her insane passion, Cybil clung possessively with her lips to the now deflating organ, trying desperately to prolong this oral ecstasy.
At last, though, Lars removed his cock from her tightly clasping mouth, trailing a thin strand of glistening sperm across the twin white mounds of her snowy breasts. He rolled off her body and lay on the ground next to his father, the two men panting as they fought to catch their breaths.
It was mother and daughter now, the older woman giving the younger girl an orgasm neither of them would ever forget for as long as they lived. Christa's tongue continued to swirl and flick lewdly around the moistly sucking softness of Cybil's pulsing lips, and the young girl's cries of animal pleasure, loudly emitted now that her mouth was empty of Lars's cock, grew louder and louder in response. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Cybil's passion-drugged, brain screamed over and over again, her buttocks jerking and spasming frantically beneath her mother's madly plunging tongue. She was going to . . . cum . . . that was the word! She was going to cum soon . . . She could feel the pressure building and building and building.. . .
Christa's own brain was a bubbling cauldron of lust as she sank her tongue deeper and deeper into the wildly waving vagina of her daughter. She could feel another orgasm building in her own loins, and she reached up between her legs to insert her middle finger in her once again ignited cunt, flailing her digit faster and faster over her once again palpitating clitoris, down into her own wetly flowing pussy. Cybil writhed and squirmed beneath the insane licking until she was certain she would lose her mind from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her naked loins and quivering little belly. Her head thrashed from side to side on the ground, her long blonde hair churning in the sunlight filtering through the trees, grinding her seething loins hard up into her mother's face and tongue. She felt the gathering waves of her orgasm rising . . . the waves she had come to know only superficially before today . . . before this wonderful day . . . the day she became a woman . . . the waves she had only brought on herself before she had met Lars. And then the waves were cresting. . . and cresting. . . .
And then she was there. . . . !
For the second time in a matter of;hours, she was cumming!
A deep, half-human scream erupted from the young girl's throat and she locked her hands as tightly as she could into her mother's hair, drawing her passionate mother up between her legs with all her young might. It no longer mattered that she was doing this in front of other people. She was aware of only one thing . . . the juices flowing from her wide-spread cunt, inundating her petite mother's mouth and tongue, flowing down along Cybil's trembling anal crease to pool in fragrant stickiness on the bed of pine needles. She screamed again . . . and again, and Christa sucked and licked and burrowed and then she, too, was screaming out her orgasm, howling up into her daughter's frantically clutching pussy as her middle finger rubbed insanely on her throbbing clitoris and sent her entire body oscillating with wave after wave of surging cum. Christa would never have believed she could have a third orgasm so soon after the first.. . and second. But it was true. She was having her third orgasm of the day. Her whole body was an untapped river of her liquid passion, set free by the sucking and ass-fucking Cliff had given her, and the cunt-licking she was giving her daughter . . . her lovely daughter . . . her wonderful, loving daughter.
Then, at long last, both girls collapsed as their driving climaxes ebbed. Cybil emitted a long, exhausted, totally satiated sigh, her head lolling to one side, her eyes closed, her brain refusing to comprehend anything except the wondrous feeling ebbing gently through her body now. She released her mother's hair and opened her thighs to allow her to remove her head from between her feverishly tightened legs.
The young mother lifted herself onto her knees, smiling lovingly down at her daughter, the juices of Cybil's orgasm making her face and mouth glisten in the warm noontime sun. She couldn't believe it. It was just too good to be true! To lick and suck your own daughter . . . To be fucked in the ass by a near-stranger.. . to watch while your daughter licked a man's penis, everything seemed so unreal to Christa. As she lowered her body limply to the ground against Cliff, she wondered what would lay in store for her. What ever it was, though, she knew her life with Frank would never be the same. She could. never go back to the type of life she had been leading with him before.
Cliff opened his eyes and smiled over the other three people.
"I'd say that little daughter of yours has come a long way in a short time," he commented.
"Wisdom comes from the mouth of babes," Christa said. Then she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. . . .
CHAPTER SIX
Leaning against the four-by-eight supporting the small front porch of the old, solidly built cabin, Christa waved to Cybil and Cliff as they took off toward the rising hill some mile and a half away. It'll be good for Cybil to see how an older man fucks, the mother thought. Most of the young girl's time had been spent with Lars since the four of them had moved to a small cabin Cliff bought.
As she stood, watching Cliff put his powerful arm around her daughter and walked slowly with her through the meadow in front of their completely secluded house, Christa allowed her mind to drift back to the strange phone call she had had with Frank following the incredible orgy she, Lars, Cliff, and Cybil had in the woods. She could remember everything the two of them had said virtually word for word.
When she had returned to her cabin late that afternoon, she had done some deep soul searching, and she and her daughter had talked over the day's events, the two of them coming to the same conclusion: since Frank was Christa's husband, he deserved another chance . . . but only one more. She had called him at home, long distance from the broken L determined that she was not going to put up with anything from him any longer. At first, when he answered the phone, he had sounded happy to hear from her, and for a few moments, the two of them exchanged pleasant, if superficial words. Then, Christa put her foot down.
"Frank," she had said, "I want to know if you . intend to ever-fuck me again."
For a moment there was a long silence at the other end, and then, Frank had said, "What kind of a question is that to ask me?"
"It's the most important question," she had answered. "It's the question I should have asked you years ago, but I'm asking you now. Are you ever going to fuck me?"
At first, it didn't seem as though Frank was taking her seriously, but she stood her ground, even though she could sense he was getting angry. "I'm tired of living the life of a nun," she had told him. "If you're not going to do something about it, then I'll find someone who will. . . . ! "
"I didn't marry you because I wanted a slut," he had answered, his voice evidently strained. "I married you because I wanted a wife and a mother to my children."
"Is that the last thing you have to say?" she asked, hoping, praying that it was.
"I think living out there in the woods had turned your brain a little soft," he said, his voice a mixture of compassion and condescension. "Why don't you come home where you belong and be a wife and mother again?"
"Sorry, Frank," she had said quickly. "I have better things to do."
And then she had hung up on him, never to speak to him or see him again. After she had finished on the phone, she walked next door to Cliff s and Lars's cabin and told them what she had done.
"Well now," Cliff had said, smiling happily. "I guess that pretty much settles it. We'd better get out of here. He's likely to try and make trouble."
Although Christa really doubted that Frank would try anything, she nevertheless decided that Cliff was right, and she, along with her daughter, Cliff and Lars, had checked out of the Broken L
Dude Ranch that afternoon, first going to Denver, to stay a while at Cliffs home there.
Then Cliff had come up with an idea which pleased everyone. As long as Christa and Cybil were so in love with the great outdoors, why didn't the four of them take a cabin in one of the isolated hills in southern Colorado. The tall, handsome man knew of a little place for sale, and it could be fixed to house the four of them very comfortably. It wouldn't take very much money, he'd explained.
"Oh, could we mom?" Cybil had pleaded. "The four of us could live in the hills and fuck each other all the time. It would be so wonderful. You and I could lick each other's cunts, and Lars and Cliff could make love to us. . . we would never get tired.. . . "
Christa couldn't contain her laughing at Cybil's obvious enthusiasm. "What about your job, Cliff?" she'd asked, frowning slightly.
"Awwwwww, piss on the job," he'd answered. "I've been working all my life. It's time I took a rest.. . a long rest. I've got enough money saved up for the four of us to live like royalty."
It hadn't taken Christa very long to make up her mind. The thought of living with Cliff, Lars and her daughter sounded too good to be true.
"Well, then . . . I'm willing to give it a try," she said.
"What the hell.. . the two of us can teach Lars and Cybil anything they would learn in school.. . and a good deal more," Cliff had said. . . .
Now, as the lovely blonde woman watched the shrinking forms of her daughter and Cliff, she had to smile. Everything had worked out better than she would have dared to imagine. Cybil didn't seem to miss her native Chicago any more than the mother did, and neither one of them even thought about Frank. It was heaven . . . or at least so close that the difference was hardly noticeable. None of the four of them seemed to see any end in sight to enjoyment of sex. The four of them would often sleep in the same bed, recreating over and over again the first time they had all fucked in the woods outside the ranch.
"Thinking about Chicago, Mrs. Lamer?"
The soothing sound of Lars's voice brought her out of the trance she had been in.
"Hardly," she said, smiling into his deep black eyes. Even though she was wearing jeans, her work shirt was open, and the motion she made as she turned around revealed her full, free breasts to Lars's noticing eyes. Cybil and Lars rarely wore clothes out in the wilds here, though for her hike, Cybil had dressed . . . only for protection. Lars, however, was totally naked. Christa wondered if there would come a time when she wouldn't bother dressing. Having to remove clothes wasted so much time. She gathered that someday. . . someday soon, she and Cliff would be as free as Cybil and Lars." I was just thinking about how lovely it is here," she continued. "And I've told you . . . .my name is Christa . . . Chris." She smiled seductively, her eyes traveling down Lars's well muscled frame to his already erect penis, thrusting from his coal-black pubic patch like a wooden stake. "I'll bet you" she laughed, pointing to his massive erection. God . . . just the sight of it was enough to make her cuntal lips quiver against her jeans.
"No . . . I wasn't," Lars answered, returning her smile. "I thought that as long as we were going to be alone for a little while.. . . "
"Yessssss . . . it has been a long time since there were just the two of us."
"I kinda thought you might want to have a little fun."
"I want to have a lot of fun," she said, wrapping her arms around his naked body, feeling his penis pressing against the soft, exposed flesh of her belly.
"Suppose we get a little stoned first?" he suggested, breaking their kiss.
Christa hesitated, and then conceded. She could remember having sex with Cliff the first time she got stoned, after she had gone with him to his home in Denver. She wouldn't have thought it would make any difference, but she had once again been proven wrong. Perhaps Cliff and she could teach Cybil and Lars, but learning was a two-way experience.
Lars produced a thick joint and lit it. In minutes, Christa was cascaded into a state of euphoria, smiling and removing her clothes as she looked hungrily on Lars's throbbing cock.
Oh, God . . . I can hardly wait," she moaned, her body swaying with ecstasy as she gave herself to Lars's caresses. Lars could feel himself slipping into a new and vibrant world as he caressed the succulent body offered to him . . . not just in passion and lust but in free and total love. He was certain that he would never get over the feelings he had from fucking out of love. It made no difference to him that his endless chain of fucking had come to an abrupt end. He, like his father, had found a great boredom in pure seduction. Making love like this, out in the open with only the birds and an .occasional deer for company, more than made up for the dozens of empty, shallow conquests he and his father used to share in. He gently pulled Christa off the porch and sank to the ground, soft and acrid from fallen pine needles of the surrounding trees, the petite young mother clasped securely in his arms.
He covered her luscious body with hot, eager kisses, and felt his prick swell and grow all the more as it bobbed between his legs.
Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his throbbing cock, pressuring it infinitely, sending shudders of loving pleasure searing up and down the length of his back, exciting him, as she always did.
There was the hot, soft invitation of her delectably sweet pussy, pink and fragile, the petal-shaped opening glistening a chiffon rose, surmounted by the reddish tip of her already excitedly rising clitoris, and framed by her soft, golden halo of silky curls. He couldn't wait much longer. He wanted more than anything else to show her how much he loved her by fucking his heavy, blood-laden cock in her experienced little cunt.
"Put your penis in me from the back!" Christa pleaded suddenly, turning over abruptly onto her stomach and presenting the tanned globes of her shapely buttocks to him. With a sigh of glee, his hands went out and kneaded the pliant flesh, grasping her firmly by the hips, and raising her up until she was on her knees. His eyes stared hypnotized at the tantalizing orbs, smooth and pear-shaped without flaw, and unerringly, he guided the thick shaft of his cock towards the faint glimmer of moist flesh visible below the graceful curve of her ass.
Without warning, her hands reached back and once more grasped the hardened penis in her slender fingers, and without preamble, began to guide it towards the twitching entrance of her hungry valley. Lars, his hands digging into the soft resilient dough of her buttocks, needed no further invitation, and with a heave, he fucked forward and planted his towering penis half-way up the wet, slippery channel of her naked, dripping cunt.
"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhmmmmmm . . . Oooooohhh . . . " Christa moaned as she felt her cuntal passage flowering open to accept his hurried thrust. He continued to fuck forward, feeling the soft willing walls slip around his engorged cock like a velvet glove, until he finally hit bottom, the hard rubbery head of his prick touching on the sensitive membrane of her cervix, and his contracting balls wedging neatly beneath the tanned, rounded spheres of her shapely backside.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . nnnnnngggggghhhhhh . . . " Christa sighed again, feeling replete with his masculinity, completely impaled on his lust-inflated penis. She could feel the crisp dark curls of his pubic thatch tickling the soft skin of her ass, thrilling her now as much as he had the very first time he'd fucked her. She knew that he had sunk every inch of his rod in her depths. She liked the feeling of having him enter her from behind like this. The animal, earthy quality of it appealed to her, as did the idea of making love right out here in the open. It was a liberating feeling, and Christa had become a liberation-minded woman!
Slowly, Lars began to withdraw, easing his bloated shaft out of her welcoming depths, until just the head was wedged between the resilient moons of her buttocks, before ramming forward again, almost overturning Christa with the strength of his thrust.
Lars began to move his heavy penis inside her, rotating it gently, feeling the responsive throb of her inner walls as she flexed her supple interior muscles with dexterous ease. Her cuntal walls began a rhythmic squeezing, contracting and milking, until he felt that he would ejaculate at any moment from the delicious pressure.
He began to fuck in and out of her, enjoying her back thrusts as he plunged to enter her, and thrilling to her tightening as he exited. He was certain that he would never get tired of making love to her. Each time was as delightful as the first. She moved with all the experience of a common street whore, but combined with the gentle innocence of a virgin. And each time was a little different, making her almost like a totally new woman.
His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts, hanging enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the hardening buds of her nipples, running them between his fingers, making her shriek with pleasure. All around them, the air was still and redolent with the fragrance of pine and wild flowers, marred only by an occasional bird call. It was paradise. It had to be! Lars had never heard of anything like it before . . . and it was all his, and his father's, and Cybil's, and the woman's he was now fucking. . . .
The heated pressure in his body was building up to a feverish pitch, and his furious pumping increased in velocity, and their bodies were bucking against each other, jerking and twisting and gyrating as one.
"God . . . Chris . . . that's it. . . that's it. . . fuck back. Move that nice ass of yours . . . " he gasped, his face a mask of perspiration, his head flailing from side to side.
"Oh, Lars, you . . . feel.. . so . . . good . . . inside . . . me . . I ! " Christa panted, her body cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure. "I'm going to cum now . . . I'm almost. . . there . . . I'm . . . AAAGGGHHH . . . ! ! ! " and Christa was climaxing, her buttocks waving wildly, the force of her spasms jerking his penis unbearably. Her mouth was uttering wild sounds and shrieks, and he didn't have time to notice anything else, because he was dimming too. A deep, harsh strangled moan escaped his lips as he pounded his hips against her thrashing buttocks with the force of a jackhammer, and moaned again in frienzied abandon as the first . rumblings of his seething sperm escaped the darkness of his balls and rushed like molten lave into the depths of her milking vagina. Stream after stream of it surged along the throbbing tube of his penis and rushed into the hot slippery channel of her thirsting cunt.
"Keep . . . fucking . . . keep fucking back!" he commanded, his voice hoarse with the passionate love he felt for her at that moment. Then, he noticed, with disappointment, that the last dregs of his cum-juice was being drained from him. Finally, it was over, and they lay against each other, his prick deflating and becoming flaccid, the both of them panting, their commingled juices staining their needled bed.
As he lay there in satisfaction, he waited for the lingering feeling of satisfaction he had come to expect. He seemed lost in a world of sheer pleasure, a world in which there were no worries, no bothers, nothing but a deep, unending love, always fulfilled, always total and vibrant.
Christa lay on her stomach, her thoughts rambling and scattered. She was thinking of her daughter. God! When Cybil came back from her little fucking session in the woods with Cliff, the mother would have to lick her pussy . . . her sweet little hairless pussy. Christa could hardly wait until her daughter finally developed a pubic mound. She was certain that it would be as luscious and as golden as her own . . . It would be so delightful to taste, tickling against her tongue. . . .
"What are you thinking about?" Lars asked after what seemed like an eternity of silence between them.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said teasingly, smiling as she brought her body up from her laying position and faced him, her hands beginning to cup and knead her breasts in an obvious seductive move.
"I haven't sucked your cock in a while . . . almost two days now," she said, noting with glee that he was once again becoming erect. God! Was there no end to his ability?
"And I haven't sucked your cunt in as long," he retorted with a smile, his eyes fixed on the luscious swell of her breasts.
"Suppose we do something about that?"
"Suppose we do?"
Laughing, they fell against each other, their mouths searching out each other's bodies, his eager Ups finding the once again hardening nipples of her breasts, her hands stroking his penis into a hardness she loved. Vaguely, but only vaguely, the faded image of her husband filtered through her mind. His face was but a dim, hazy memory as she thought of it, though. Lars, Cliff, her daughter.. . these people were the only ones who mattered to her now. She had found the life she knew she was meant to have, and the past evaporated as she felt her young lover's tongue sweeping around her nipple. The moment was all she knew . . . and it was all she wanted to know.
