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WARNING:
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and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
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Uncle Ned
By Paul T. Grimshaw
Chapter 1
Sensitive nose snuffing and eyes and ears attuned to
everything that made a sound or moved in her natural habitat, the
great burly bear moved gracefully through her territory on silent
padded feet. She was not hungry, her nearly insatiable appetite
for once satisfied. Food was abundant; brambles drooped with
sweet berries; lightning-blazed hollow trees dripped with honey,
and the numerous streams boiled with darting trout. The furry
mother-to-be was content.
Suddenly, the feared man-scent was strong in her nostrils.
With the appearance of horse and rider on the crest of the ridge,
she stood still and watched. They seemed harmless, unaware of her
presence and of no present danger. Then, once again, her wide
nostrils rankled with a fresh scent--another animal had entered
her domain!
From the security of a nearby granite niche, a pair of tawny
eyes surveyed the ridge. Nose wrinkling above half-snarling lips,
the great cat sorted out the scents; the hated smell of humans,
horses, and stronger, the odor of bear. The mountain lion swished
its tail angrily and emitted a low growl.
The she-bear turned, sniffing, listening. She recognized the
cat scent, heard the low, throaty growl of warning. Uttering her
own barely audible snarl of irritation, she moved off into the
underbrush until she came to a tall sugar pine. Rising to her
hind legs, she reached high, slashing into the rough bark some
eight feet above the ground with the lancet-sharp claws of her
forepaws to leave her mark her territorial warning to the mountain
lion who had violated her domain. Then, dropping to all fours,
she ambled down the slope toward the stream ... her stomach told
her it was time to catch a meal of speckled trout.
* * *
The primitive drama played, and the men and women who
comprised the pack train were unaware of it. Their senses were
not attuned to the affairs of the forest. They were in a Sierra
wilderness but were not a part of it. They were truly alien
beings in that place, in that time. Their concentration was on
each other and the feral, rutting fantasies of their imaginations.
Ned Dow led the party. It was the remote back country of his
property that they were traversing, and the reason for being here
ostensibly was to find a runaway black stallion.
Away to the fight and left rose ridges of varying shades of
granite and green that marked the boundaries of the National
Forest, and just ahead, where the trail began to switch back down
toward a cool meadow, barbed wire enclosed the eastern-most
portion of his expansive holdings.
Ned Dow had led many a pack trip into this country of
abundant trout and plentiful game, but today his thoughts were
filled with the grandeur of Barbara Ross' soft thighs and sensual
lips. Today was filled with the yesterdays of her ardent skills
and the tomorrows of her sensual promises. And, as Ned Dow
envisioned the loveliness of her smooth enticing vaginal sheath
enveloping his achingly hard cock, he could not help but think
also of his beautifully blossoming redheaded niece, fourteen year
old Laurie. He knew such thoughts were prurient, but, damnit! he
couldn't stop them!
Where the trail bent and began to descend, Ned halted his
horse, turned in the saddle, and watched the loose procession of
horses and riders converge toward him. Voluptuous Barbara Ross
came first, followed at varying lengths by Ken Chester, Laurie Dow
and Will Ross leading two pack animals. When Barbara reined up
alongside, Ned extended an arm, pointing to a clump of willows
that bordered a stream at the far end of the meadow below, and
called out in his booming voice: "Coldwater Meadow. We'll camp on
the far side tonight." Without waiting for comment, Ned wheeled
his horse and guided him into the first of many descending
switchbacks.
Pressing into her stirrups, Barbara eased her weary buttocks
off the saddle and for a moment peered down at Ned Dow's
retreating back, then let her gaze drift across Coldwater Meadow.
There still remained the steep descent and a mile of level riding
before they made camp, but the attractive auburn-haired woman felt
thankful that she could at last see their destination, for she was
the first to admit that she was not a good horsewoman. In fact,
the only reason she agreed to mount one of the unpredictable
beasts was for the vicarious thrill of the constant, rhythmic
contact between saddle and pelvic area.
Now, after several hours of hard riding, the crotch of her
tight-fitting britches was saturated, for she refused to wear
panties while riding, savoring instead the ecstasy of the friction
of her naked vagina against the coarsely woven fabric. At that
moment, a shudder--cold and unwelcomed--rippled through her, and
immediately she eased back into the saddle, forcing herself to
concentrate on the delicious warmth of her moist pussy against the
bard leather, forcing herself to ignore the weariness in her
buttocks.
Gingerly, then, the enraptured woman guided her horse into
the first switchback, and, as he braced himself in descent, she
felt an even more pleasant warmth spread through her loins, for
now, with each of his jolting strides, her rigid, inflamed
clitoris came into climax-mounting contact with the saddle horn.
It felt almost as good to her as had Ned Dow's hard, jarring cock
on the previous evening; it felt almost as good as she knew Ken
Chester's cock was going to feel. And she knew it wouldn't be
long before she was able to maneuver him into her waiting arms--
perhaps even tonight.
She twisted in the saddle then, and above her she saw Ken
sitting quietly on his horse, watching her with unmistakable
interest. She flashed him a smile, a smile that expressed all the
sensual wantonness she felt at that moment, and he returned it,
grinning with a male cockiness that left no doubt as to its
meaning.
God! I'm hot! she thought. I need a good fucking! That
episode with Ned last night was pleasant--but not fulfilling. And
she could never get enough from Will. Hell! That selfish bastard
hardly ever touched her anymore; and what was worse, he watched
her like a jealous hawk, prevented her from going into town alone
in search of the cock she so desperately needed to be happy and
content. No, she had never kidded herself--she was as close to
being a nymphomaniac as a woman could be without actually wearing
a sign advertising her willingness to spread her long legs for
almost any man with a hard-on. Hell yes, she admitted it: She
adored stiff cocks, wanted all she could get, and had left more
than one man worn to a useless frazzle in the morning.
Sighing with anticipation, she turned to face forward once
again, and let the sensualness of Ken's unmistakable promise
mingle with the very real twitching in her wetly heated pussy as
it banged repeatedly against the firm leather of the saddle horn.
Mind and body were as one, in tune, awash in a sea of carnal
wanting.
She remained that way, unconscious of the outside world,
until she reached the meadow. Then, spurring her horse in an
unaccustomed gallop, she raced forward, passing a startled Ned Dow
and silently screaming out a deliciously wet climax.
* * *
From the ridge above Ken Chester watched this scene with
unastonished amusement as he awaited the remainder of the party.
He had long since pegged Will Ross' wife for what she was.
Nevertheless, she was a striking woman, a woman with unfathomable
sensual depth. And a woman he was soon going to plow! Hard,
deep, and relentlessly! It wouldn't be like it had been with
Laurie. No, with this one he would be the one to learn a few
things. Unconsciously he licked his lips in anticipation, then
turned, his thoughts distracted as his boss' niece rode up.
"What's so amusing?" Laurie Dow asked, a trace of
irritability in her normally pleasant young voice.
"Hmmm? Oh, nothing," Ken lied. "I was just admiring the
beauty," he said, sweeping one arm in a wide arc. "Your uncle's a
very lucky man. So much beautiful land. Unspoiled. Quiet ...
and beautiful."
"Like Barbara Ross?" Laurie asked, irritability now turned to
jealous anger.
"Barbara?" the young ranch-hand asked questioningly, the mock
surprise in his voice somehow ringing untrue even to his own ears.
"Yes, Barbara!" the beautiful teenager spat contemptuously.
"You can't keep your eyes off her!"
"Jesus, Laurie. Don't act so childish."
"Childish! Childish!" Laurie shouted vehemently. "I suppose
I was being childish in your cabin the other day. I suppose that
now that you've taken what you wanted ..."
"Sssssh," the handsome blond-haired hand said as he turned in
his saddle and glanced toward the approaching figure of Will Ross.
"Do you want Will to hear you?"
"I don't care if he does," the enticing young girl said,
swishing her long, roan-red tresses in a contemptuous manner up
and over her rigidly-held shoulders. "You're the one who taught
me how to be a woman, remember? You're the one who told me I was
a woman!"
"Well, you're sure as hell not acting like one," Ken hissed,
challenging the defiance in her anger-sparked dark eyes. "You're
acting like a spoiled brat."
There were several moments of silence between them then,
several moments of will-infusing stares. Finally, the young
ranch-hand and aspiring writer cleared his throat and said
(forcing unaccustomed sternness into his voice): "Get on down the
trail, Laurie. We'll talk about it later."
For a moment Laurie said nothing, then, straightening in her
saddle until her back was ramrod stiff, her chin held high, she
said:
"Maybe we will, Mr. Chester. Maybe we will." Then, nudging
her mount, Sniffy, gently with the toe of her boot, she guided him
toward the twisting, descending trail. "Just remember," she
called back without turning, "two can play your little game."
Ken sat motionless on his mount, watching the stiffbacked
departure of the girl whose virginity he had taken only two days
before, and wondered how he let himself get embroiled in this
situation. Didn't he have enough problems already without getting
involved with his boss' fourteen year old niece? And a minor to
boot! If it hadn't been for his damn loneliness ... for the
tequila that always made him ... Oh, well, it was over and done
with. He HAD taken her cherry ... yet, she really was a luscious
piece for one so young ... but, but damnit! Everybody and his
brother was finding out about it! First the ranch foreman, and
now he was sure Barbara knew, and that probably meant Will would
know ... Shit! If Ned finds out, my ass is going to be mud!
"What's the matter, boy?" a deep voice, loud and quite close,
suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Ken mumbled, startled out of his musings.
"Looks like you got woman troubles," the voice of Will Ross
boomed amusingly from the trail.
"Me? Hell no, Will," Ken replied, trying to sound
convincing. "I was just thinking about that stallion."
"Why you sittin' up here lookin' like You just lost your last
friend then?" Will asked, his grey eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Oh ... I was just waiting for you to catch up. Thought I'd
take the pack animals for a spell, if you want."
The older man's element-weathered face split in a wide grin
and he reached his hand up and tipped his sweat-stained gray
cowboy hat back on his hand. "Sure, boy. Glad to be rid of them
rheumy critters. 'Sides, I got no objection to gettin' a close-up
of Miss Laurie's sweet little bouncin' ass. 'Nough to make the
old blood boil, don't you think?"
"Yeah, sure," Ken answered vaguely as he accepted the lead
rope of the pack animals.
"See you at the bottom," the weathered ranch owner said with
a wry grin, then spurred his horse unceremoniously and hurried
down the trail in pursuit of his best friend's niece.
Damn! I knew it! Ken thought as he urged his own mount and
the equipment-laden pack animals slowly forward. Everybody knows
it!
* * *
In the meantime, Laurie's hands fell slack on Sniffy's reins
as she let him pick his own way among the steep trail's loose
shale. Her mind was a boiling cauldron of remembered thoughts
memories that spanned only a few short days but were so
graphically etched on her memory that she doubted if she would
ever forget them. It seemed hardly possible that it all could
have begun such a short time ago ... that it could have begun at
all! Yet, it seemed like only yesterday that she had arrived at
her uncle's ranch to begin a summer vacation of leisurely
horseback rides and refreshing dips in the spring fed pool ...
... But then she had met Ken, had submitted to him in the
seclusion of his cabin, had felt her deflowering turn into
pleasure-awakening fires of latent desire, had even relished in a
second and depraved assault by her uncle's foreman while her lover
watched. Then later, in retrospect, when she had finally admitted
to herself that within her veins beat the fiery blood of
wantonness, when she realized that there was no turning back from
her sexual appetite, there was still amazement. Nevertheless, she
had known that she would not shy from any excuse to steal away and
meet her lover. Then had come her uncle's decision to recapture a
runaway black stallion, and it had given her just such an excuse,
an excuse to be with her lover--with Ken.
But now, everything was going wrong! All because of Barbara
Ross. That slut! She had turned Ken's head with her sultry
glances and open promises. Hadn't she seen it with her own eyes?
Watched it all day on the trail? And Ken had fallen for it! Her
lover! The man who had freed her from her juvenile self, helped
her take the first big step toward becoming a mature female--a
real woman! She could still taste the poignancy of his lips,
still feel his throbbing hardness buried to the hilt up in her
belly. Her whole being was filled, consumed with warmth, with
love, with the wanting of him. But his eyes had spent all day
devouring that slut Barbara! Damn her! Damn him! There had to
be a way to make him see what she was. There had to be ...
* * *
Behind Laurie, Will Ross tightened the pressure on his
horses' reins, bringing the colt beneath him to a less dangerous
pace as he closed the distance between the young girl and himself.
He was close enough now that he could see her clearly without her
being aware of him--unless she turned and looked back.
Maintaining this pace, he followed her down the trail, his eyes
glued to her youthfully developed body, its perfect proportion's,
the large, firmly bouncing breasts that threatened to burst out of
her blouse, the breath-taking contours of her hips, the wispy
waist, and the sensually rounded little bottom that clung
provocatively to her skin-tight jeans.
All morning long he had been observing her from a distance
and fantasizing, but now, close-up, his lust-stimulated brain
began to plan and scheme. !f it was the last thing he ever did,
he was going to slip it to that delicious morsel of sweet young
meat.
For several years he had watched her blossoming, but what he
had observed at the ranch last night and what he was observing
now, told him that she was at last ripe for the plucking. But it
must be planned carefully, for he wasn't prepared to take on the
wrath of Ned Dow. It would have to be done carefully ...
For a moment Will thought he would laugh out loud at the
incredulity of the whole situation. All day his observations from
the rear of the pack train had filled him with amusement and
wonder. They were certainly an odd assortment of human beings, he
mused. Like a circular maze of hungry mice he had once seen, each
chasing the tail of another, round and round and round. And like
those mice, they were all hungry sexually hungry, each chasing one
another's tail; Ned hot for Barbara, Barbara and Laurie vying for
Ken, Ken drooling over Barbara, and he, he Will Ross, a man old
enough to be her father--and then some, lusting after Laurie.
Hell, maybe even Ned wanted his own niece; who could tell? It was
all mixed up. But I'll bet it won't be long before the fireworks
begin. No siree! Not long at all, he thought as he followed
Laurie out onto Coldwater Meadow ...
* * *
Several hours later, Laurie Dow was sitting by herself on a
fallen log at the edge of the grassy clearing her uncle had chosen
as a campsite. She was watching the three men and Barbara as they
sat in a three-cornered huddle near the crackling, pine-scented
fire that Ken Chester had built with all the expertise of an
Indian. It was shamefully obvious to Laurie that Barbara had her
sights set on Ken. The disgusting bitch was coming on strong,
laughing and clutching at every opportunity to touch the blond
man's shoulder or leg as they talked. It all seemed innocent, of
course, and not even Will was paying any mind to his wife's bold,
insinuating advances. In fact, he seemed to admire Ken and was
making an effort to see that the young writer downed just as much
whiskey as he and Ned did. Even her uncle seemed to be oblivious
to her presence. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat and, much to
Barbara's delight, questioning his hired hand about the latter's
success with women.
"Yes, do tell us about that," Laurie heard Barbara ask
cooingly. "I've heard all sorts of crazy tales about writers,
that they're hung like bulls and can go for simply hours on end."
"Well, I don't know about that," Ken laughed softly as he
reached for the whiskey.
"Goddamnit, Ned, I'm so glad we brought old Ken here along.
He's a ballsy son-of-a-bitch."
Laurie smiled to herself at Will's ignorance, his blindness
to Barbara's overt attempts to lure Ken off for sexual games. The
young girl was saddened by her hot-blooded lover's responsiveness
to Barbara's cheap, open remarks and gestures. Surely her time
with him in the cabin had meant something more than just a
convenient romp in bed--taking a naive teenager's virginity just
for the fun of it. Oh Lord, she screamed inwardly, what if it
were true?
A few minutes later, the young girl watched the tipsy
revelers rise from their spots around the fire and move toward
her.
"Gonna catch that black demon tomorrow ..." Ned Dow drunkenly
announced to his niece, "but now--now we're gonna take a little
walk down to that stream I keep hearin' ... catch us a mess of
trout for bre'kf'st. S'okay?"
"Of course, Uncle Ned, but be careful of the rocks--they look
pretty slippery."
"If you don't mind, sir, I think I'll stay here with Laurie,"
Ken said casually, his voice betraying no evidence of the
considerable quantity of whiskey he had drunk with the others.
"Thasss all right with me ... but juss be careful the spooks
up here don't get you," Ned quipped thickly over his shoulder as
he staggered off behind Will and Barbara, fishing rod in one hand,
an unopened bottle of whiskey in the other. Gradually their
voices and occasional bursts of laughter faded in the early
evening light.
Ken took a seat beside Laurie and the pair sat in silence for
several minutes. It was the first time they had been alone since
the fateful afternoon in the cabin, and their thoughts were now
hammering in their brains with the same, though unspoken urgency.
Ken was casting about frantically in his mind for an appropriate
opening statement to break the silence, an opening to pave the way
to another satisfying session with the passionate young nymph at
his side.
"Laurie, I know what you're thinking," Ken finally said, his
arm reaching out to rest gently on her shoulder. "But you don't
understand why I've been going along with Barbara's seduction
game. It's only a diversionary tactic. She's got the hots for
me, and I'd much rather keep her busy that way than chance having
the bitch suspect us and go to your uncle with some tale that
could hurt us both."
"Are you sure that's your only interest in her?" Laurie asked
with undisguised doubt in her voice.
"Solemn promise," he answered, smiling broadly as he held up
his free hand to swear his sincerity. Believing him, she laughed
softly at her fears and leaned against him, snuggling her head
into the warm hollow between his shoulder and chest. Perhaps she
was not as much of a woman as she thought. Maybe she should have
overcome her petty doubts and understood the force of pressure
being placed on Ken by Barbara and the situation itself. Despite
what Ken had implied, it was really shallow of her to think that
one afternoon of love-making would automatically transform her
into a full-fledged woman. In any case, she was certainly willing
to tackle the challenge with every ounce of energy and courage she
possessed. And she knew she was looking forward to his caresses.
Sensing his impact on her emotions, the tawny-haired young
man slipped his other arm around her waist and drew her snugly
against him, planting his lips on hers in a long, hungry kiss that
forced her head back. His tongue snaked inward, pried between her
teeth and slipped headlong into the warm wet depths of her mouth.
With a light jabbing motion, he toyed with her tongue until he
heard her breath begin to race with the desire that had been
seething just below the surface of her doubts and fears. A little
at a time, he withdrew his tongue, enticing hers into his mouth,
then locking his lips around the slender spear of pink flesh in a
teasing sucking grip.
"Oh Ken, Ken ..." she sighed when he withdrew his mouth to
give them air. Then, only vaguely aware of what she was doing,
Laurie deliberately dropped one eager hand from his neck and began
to fumble at the fly of his trousers, her sensitive girlish
fingers finding and curling around the long throbbing bulge under
the material. In answer to her boldness, he moved one of his
hands from her back to fully cup one of her proudly upthrust
breasts in his fingers, and was pleasantly surprised to discover
that his earlier suspicions had been right: She was not wearing a
brassiere under her flannel shirt. His searching fingers found
and freed the first three buttons of the shirt, his hand plunging
in eagerly to grasp and alternately knead the soft warmth of each
naked breast. Then he bent forward and pulled back the shirt,
nipping playfully at the erect little nipples with his teeth,
eliciting low fevered moans from her as she worked almost
frantically to open his fly.
As Laurie jerked free the last remaining metal button of his
jeans, she was shocked once again by the sight of his huge thick
penis leaping into view. My God, it was so beautiful! she thought
as her fingers circled the warmly throbbing shaft of virile flesh.
She was suddenly filled with a sense of power ... a power that
enabled her to make his penis that large just by touching it with
her fingers. Its circumference was so great she was unable to
completely encompass it with her hand, and she wondered anew how
she had ever been able to take it into her virginal little pussy.
"Suck it honey! Suck me off!" Ken whispered demandingly.
Then, gently applying pressure to the back of her neck, he hissed:
"It's lesson number two in becoming a real woman."
Laurie was shocked by his tone, shocked even more as she
watched his face twist into a grotesque mask of lust as it had
before at the cabin. She felt a wave of confusion at this
unexpected change in personality, this change from a tender,
attentive lover to a selfish, demanding, aroused male. But there
was more than confusion in her mind; his very crudity triggered
something else, something deep inside her, something that
delighted in being humiliated, delighted in being treated as a
receptacle in which to vent his obscene sexual lust.
"I--I don't know what you want me to do ... I don't know how
to ... suck you off," she whispered in his ear. The moist caress
of her breath incited him all the more, as he exerted more
pressure on the back of her head, forcing her youthful face down
until it nearly touched the blood-inflamed head of his rigid
organ.
For a moment, she stared wordlessly at the pulsing
instrument, all thought of the discomfort of the position she had
been forced into forgotten.
She held her breath for an interminable moment and then
expelled it causing the bulbous head to lurch, and expand. He
pulled back, just far enough to allow his eagerly pulsating penis
access to her wet young mouth at a more comfortable angle. Now he
thought, she would understand what he meant by lesson number two.
Now, she would learn.
"Lick it," Ken snarled down at her, forcing her bewildered
and impassioned face closer to his lust-swollen penis.
For a brief moment, a surge of near-panic swept over Laurie
as she realized that there was no escape ... he truly intended to
make her do it! Then, once more an unreasonable, masochistic
sensation surged through her, and she moved her face hypnotically
forward ...
Laurie heard Ken choke in lustful anticipation, and,
unbelievably, unexplainable trickles of desire began to ripple
through her, spurring her on. Drawing a deep breath, she flicked
out her tiny tongue, bringing it into contact with the slit of the
rubbery tip. Without hesitation, she began to swirl her pink
little tongue around it slowly, experimentally. She felt Ken
release his hold on her head, his hand snaking down to grasp and
knead her nakedly swaying breasts to the taunting sensation of her
swirling tongue.
For the first time in her life, Laurie tasted the pungent
tang of passion-incited seminal fluid seeping from the little
slit, and she sensed a new wave of wanton excitement wash through
her, causing her nostrils to flare feverishly. She found herself
eagerly licking along the soft underside of his vein-embossed cock
and up to its rim, her small hand caressing it in her tongue's
moist wake. Then her tongue flicked forward once more toward the
velvety flesh at its thick base, and beyond to his cum-filled
balls. She drew her nails gently beneath them and weighed their
bloated warmth in the small palm of her hand with unqualified
slavelike affection. The cute fourteen year old rancher's niece
used her other hand to draw the thick foreskin back until the
ponderous head stood proudly sleek and naked.
Suddenly, with a low groan of hunger, she moved her wetly
parted lips forward, encompassing the spongy, plum-colored head
within their ovaled circle, letting the hot shaft of throbbing
flesh glide along the full length of her tongue as her moist,
rounded mouth absorbed more and more of it.
Ken groaned above her awkwardly nodding head, watching her
labor on the end of his aching cock, hardly believing the
salacious sight of her beautiful young face so obscenely distorted
as she tried to suck him with unquestionable desire. Jesus
Christ! He'd triggered something inside her! This luscious,
teenage angel was trying to get all of his cock into her mouth!
Shit! Even with the whores in Tulsa, it had never been like this!
The little bitch was eating his cock with feeling!
He began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick,
saliva-coated penis in and out of her ripe young mouth with a damp
sucking sound, watching in lewd captivation the puffing of her
cheeks beneath him. As her head began to move up and down in more
fervent bobbing motions the ranch hand started shoving his
excitedly throbbing cock between her ovaled young lips in mounting
fury. Shit! He could hardly contain the almost evil smile of
dominant lust as he rammed into her wetly sucking mouth.
And Laurie couldn't resist the obscene stimulation the forced
sucking of her lover's penis was suddenly bringing her. Her
breasts throbbed with the bruising kneading of his strong fingers
as never-before sensations of a growing lasciviousness raced
through her thighs and soft belly. She had never in her most
remote sexual fantasies even imagined that sucking a man's penis
could bring her such sheer bliss, and she found herself eagerly
exploring every ridge and wrinkle of his rigid shaft of throbbing
flesh. Her tongue licked hungrily at the blood-filled head, and
she used her tongue-tip to probe again and again into its tiny
slit, while her hotly pulsating vagina grew moist and excited
between her squeezing thighs.
Ken gaped down at the beautiful young girl's elastic-like
lips passively absorbing his huge throbbing penis as he thrust his
groin back and forth into her young face. He watched her wetly
ovalled lips clinging to his thick shaft ... watched her lips pull
out as he withdrew his penis, then disappear back inside her mouth
when he shoved forward, sinking the head of his cock almost down
the back of her throat.
The pressure in his sperm-churning balls was growing
unbearable. Goddamn! This cute little redheaded fourteen old was
sucking so instinctively, that it seemed almost as if she had done
this every day of her life.
Ken began to groan incoherently low in his throat. He
clasped both sides of her face and began to fuck it as though it
were some large, incredibly moist vagina. She gagged with each
inward stroke. He wanted to cum. He could feel the sperm boiling
in his balls. He had to cum!
Chapter 2
Suddenly Laurie stopped!
Christ! She couldn't stop now! He was almost ready to cum!
He opened his mouth to speak, but the words choked in his throat.
He knew why she had stopped. He was frozen to stillness,
listening with her. Someone was coming!
In unison they hastily began dressing, their fingers busily
buttoning and adjusting clothing.
"Well, hello, kids," Barbara said with faint sarcasm as she
and the two men came into the ring of light, "Laurie, dear, don't
you think you should put on something warmer? You'll catch your
death sitting there with your shirt open like that."
"Please don't worry about me, Mrs. Ross. I'm really quite
warm," Laurie said icily as she surreptitiously inched further
away from Ken.
"I'll bet you are, sweetie," Barbara retorted, equally
frigid, her eyes scanning the pair and settling unflinchingly on
the dwindling length of cock inside Ken's trousers.
"You folks can jaw all you want, but I'm going to have
another shot and go to bed," Laurie's uncle said, addressing the
group offhandedly. He was obviously unaware of the crux of the
situation, his perception now even more impaired by whiskey.
Raising his hand to wave good-night, the inebriated rancher
zigzagged up to the fire, now mostly glowing coals, and stooped to
pick up an armful of large hardwood logs. He came dangerously
close to falling head first into the sputtering bed of coals as he
bent over it to release the logs like a load of bombs, swearing
when a shower of sparks fanned out in all directions. Still
grumbling good-naturedly, he snatched up his bed roll and then
stumbled to the far side of the rejuvenated campfire, just outside
the range of visibility, having forgotten to drink his nightcap.
"Will, don't you think it would be nice to sit here a bit and
watch the fire?" Barbara suggested as she sat next to Ken on the
log, unbuttoning the top buttons of her sweater as she wriggled
into a position for maximum comfort. "It's just as Laurie said--
warm and pleasant here."
But Will merely grunted, not really hearing his wife, for his
eyes were pinned to the white swells of Laurie's breasts, generous
portions of which were still showing where her shirt lapels were
peeled back.
"Hey, listen, why don't I get that big quilt Laurie packed,"
Barbara said, rising. "There's no sense sitting on this old tree
when we can be comfortable." With that, she turned and walked
toward the supply cache, her lushly ripened buttocks jiggling
suggestively as she went. Feeling Laurie's muscles tense at the
older woman's display, Ken slapped her knee and turned toward her
to smile, hoping to dispel her jealousy and anxiety over Barbara.
There was a possibility, he thought, that the night could develop
into one hell of an affair. If he played his cards right, he
might provide the impetus required to engineer a real orgy.
Barbara would agree--that much was certain--and from the way Will
was ogling Laurie, his eyes beady with desire for the girl, Ken
was reasonably safe in assuming that he, too, would go along with
things. Only Laurie remained an obstacle, for he was almost
positive that she would try to dispel any sexual play in which
Barbara might become his partner if only temporarily. Christ, he
had to give it a try, though. The way the young girl had sucked
his cock, building him to such a pitch of excitement that he had
been on the verge of cumming ... well, something had to be done.
Anyway, that big, raven-haired bitch looked like a wonderful lay,
and she had been making every effort to communicate to him that
she would like nothing better than a good hard fucking.
Laurie watched Ken's face as he sat thinking, his gaze glued
to some imaginary spot on the ground beyond his feet. She loathed
Barbara and Will for returning when they had; Ken's warmly
throbbing cock had tasted like heaven in her mouth. And she was
certain that he would have filled her throat with his white hot
sperm if they had had another few minutes alone. Now, they had
not only been interrupted, but it was clearly apparent that
Barbara planned to share Ken's firm masculine body whether the
girl liked it or not. All right, Laurie suddenly decided, let
her--Ken would see that, even though she was only fourteen, she
was capable of providing in enthusiasm what the older woman had in
experience. Besides, Laurie knew that she was much lovelier than
Barbara and every bit as well built.
Will's mind was also working rapidly, calculating through a
boozy haze how he could swing even a few minutes with young
Laurie, his cock buried to the hilt somewhere, anywhere, in the
youthful redhead's delectable little body. Hell, Barbara could
have a romp with the ranchhand-writer, if necessary ... if that
was what it took to get little Laurie. Thank God Ned had been
drunk, lagging behind, when the three of them had returned to camp
from the stream. Otherwise he would have seen his hot little
bitch of a niece with her lips wrapped around Ken's cock, and that
would have spoiled whatever chance there might be for the rest of
them to have some fun.
"Here we are," Barbara said as she approached the others with
a large thick quilt draped over her arm. After Ken and Will had
assisted her in spreading the quilt out evenly on the ground a
dozen or so paces from the log, the foursome found positions on
it, sitting shoulder to shoulder as they faced the fire.
"You know, you two had better be more careful ... if you're
going to play around up here," Barbara said after an awkward
silence, pausing again to let the words sink in. "There might
have been a lot of trouble if Ned had caught you like that,
Laurie." Another long silence followed and Will grinned obscenely
as he turned to stare directly into Laurie's unbelieving eyes.
"Do you mean ... you saw?" Laurie asked quaveringly, fighting
down a strong desire to deny everything.
"Yes, dear, Will and I both saw."
"Let me ask you this, then," Ken broke in, the strength and
self-assurance in his voice a comfort to Laurie, "did you like
what you saw?"
"That all depends ..." Barbara answered coyly, her eyes
traveling from Ken's handsome face down to the crotch of his
trousers. "Doesn't it, Will? I mean, it depends upon how Ken and
Laurie think of us. Isn't that right, honey?"
"Yeah, that's how it is," he replied almost menacingly. "Ned
might start shootin' if he thought his pretty niece was goin'
down, sucking the cock of a stranger."
Laurie blanched with embarrassment at Will Ross's ugly words,
words she began to understand were designed to barely camouflage a
blackmail threat. But good God, what did the Ross couple have in
mind as payment to remain quiet about what they had witnessed?
Surely Will, a man older than her own uncle, did not expect her to
submit to his sexual demands? And yet, the more the girl thought
about Barbara's hankering for Ken, the more she began to realize
that this was possible. Probably Will was willing to grant his
wife sexual freedom at the price as having his way with Ned Dow's
niece.
"Forgive Will's bluntness," Barbara said, "but, really now, I
don't see why the four of us can't work out something to give
everyone satisfaction. Laurie's not a child--not anymore--and
Ned's out like a light for the rest of the night ... Why can't we
all be sort of ... Friendly ... and forget all about what
happened?" With this last pointedly promiscuous remark, Barbara
chuckled gaily and edged close enough to Ken to rest her head on
his brawny warm shoulder. She breathed a low moan when she felt
his arm slip around her waist, pulling her even closer.
"Well, now that you mention it, perhaps we can be friends,"
Ken laughed, his awakened male vanity growing by leaps and bounds.
Everything seemed to be going his way this evening. And now, he
could feel his restlessly stirring cock responding to Barbara's
nearness, causing him for a moment to completely forget about
Laurie and Will sitting side by side, less than a foot away on the
quilt. He only knew that he wanted this seductive, black-haired
woman, regardless of the consequences, and the sooner the better.
"By Jesus, I wholeheartedly agree ... Why don't we all get
nice and cozy, and maybe ... maybe we'll forget what we saw?" Will
said with a twinkle in his eye. Then, boldly, he added: "One
thing, I think it's a crying shame that a girl with Laurie's looks
should be sitting here freezing to death."
"But I'm not cold, Mr. Ross," Laurie quickly replied.
"Sure you are, Will insisted. "Those nice little titties of
yours are half naked!" He could not tear his eyes away from her
voluptuous young body and began to breathe faster as his long
thick penis jerked to attention between his legs. Nothing could
stop him now from having that beautiful youngster's body--and even
if she should scream bloody murder, hell, his old friend Ned would
never believe that he had actually tried to get in the girl's
pants. More, he knew that Laurie was crazy with jealousy as she
sat there watching her boy friend brazenly playing around with his
wife.
It was true: Laurie's thoughts were perfectly aligned with
Will's. A jealous rage boiled in her veins as she watched Ken's
hand probing boldly under the opened front of Barbara's sweater.
Yet she was also dimly conscious of another feeling, a subtle
warmth flowing through her loins as she witnessed the blond
ranchhand's betrayal before her very eyes. Good heavens, she must
be sick to be excited, even a little, by the sight of her own
lover fondling another woman. She was also stirred by the strange
masochistic pleasure she took in knowing that Will, a man almost
three times her age, planned to take advantage of the fact that he
and Barbara had seen her kneeling between Ken's legs. The young
redhead realized that her uncle would never even consider any
accusation she leveled at Will, that the man had taken her against
her will while her uncle dozed in a drunken stupor. She had no
way to turn, no recourse but to accept the lecherous old Will to
use her almost virginal body in any way he wanted. Just the
thought of his touching her made the girl tremble with a
combination of shame and arousal that she could not explain.
"Come here, sweetheart," Will said as he roughly hugged
Laurie to him and began to unbutton her shirt the rest of the way
down. Then, as if controlled by an alien force, she forced
herself to relax as he rudely stripped the shirt from her lovely
white shoulders and down over her arms. She heard him whistle
softly as he looked at her softly gleaming breasts with the
nipples perking to sudden erection in the cool breeze. Without a
word, he knelt back and worked with shaking fingers to unfasten
the front of his trousers, his eyes still feasting on the
magnificent naked mounds of her breasts.
Laurie could not wholly fathom what was happening, even
though the fluttering sensations in her breasts and loins were
becoming stronger and harder to ignore. In an attempt to avert
her eyes from what would soon be Will's nudity, she turned her
gaze toward Ken and Barbara ... Oh, God! Barbara was also half
naked, her sensually full breasts standing out in front of her
like huge filled balloons being kneaded and pinched by Ken's eager
hands and fingers. Her young mind was even more shocked to see
that the ranchhand's trousers were lying in a heap on the ground
in front of them, his rigidly pulsing cock jutting out at least
six inches above where Barbara held it with both hands at the
base. She saw the older woman clench her fingers tightly around
the thick penis, slowly sliding them up and down its incredible
length as Ken's face changed again into that of a primitive savage
He moved up a bit closer so that his knees straddled Barbara's rib
cage, his long throbbing cock directly above the woman's face,
presenting her lust-filmed eyes with a perfect view of his
hardness while his sperm-bloated balls drooped down to nestle in
the warm fleshy cleavage between her breasts.
"Lie back," Laurie heard Barbara say huskily, watching her
push against Ken's chest as she spoke. The man did not have to be
told twice and immediately rolled to one side and over on his back
in one continuous movement. "Aren't you going to join, me,
Laurie?" Barbara asked slyly, an obscene grin on her face as she
moved fluidly to crouch on her hands and knees over the ranchhand.
"In the meantime, Will can build up the fire again so we can enjoy
seeing the show."
"Ah, shit, Barbara, I'm hotter'n sixty," the graying older
man protested as he stood. Laurie turned toward his voice and saw
that he was now completely naked, standing there at her side with
one tanned, weatherbeaten hand stroking his lust-stiffened penis.
She could not help but imagine what it would be like to hold the
two men's massively throbbing cocks in her hands at the same time,
stroking them as she had just seen Barbara caressing Ken's
hardened penis.
Laurie sat motionless for a moment as Will stalked off to
replenish the fire. She felt confused, as the uniqueness of the
situation took total command of her senses. At last she could no
longer remain sitting there, doing nothing, while Barbara prepared
to satisfy herself to the fullest on the banquet of male flesh
waiting beneath her. She must share Ken as well, she thought
jealously, leaning forward to her knees and crawling to one side
of his nakedly prone form.
"Wait--let's take off all our clothes and surprise Will when
he comes back," Barbara whispered. Both of them wordlessly
followed the suggestion, wriggling out of their jeans and tossing
them in a haphazard pile next to the men's clothes. When they
were both utterly naked, Barbara's mature, full-fleshed body made
a striking contrast to Laurie's firm, slightly girlish contours in
the reflected light from the renewed, roaring fire.
They were both so desirable, so willing, that Ken was having
a difficult time trying to decide which one he wanted to go down
on him first. Finally, his sex-weakened mind chose Barbara,
because she was the aggressor this evening, and he reached up to
place both of his hands behind her head, bending her neck down to
him until her mouth was poised tantalizing over the eagerly
jerking head of his granite-like penis. He arched upwards a
little, his ass-cheeks rising from the ground, until his visibly
pulsating cock-head was pressing against her wetly parted lips.
He could barely hold himself back from bucking up and ramming his
long hard thickness down her throat. For a second he was sure
that the dark-haired older woman was going to close her lips
completely and he held his breath, expecting her to pull away ...
but there was no rebuff. Instead, Barbara's lips parted wider,
and her soft wet mouth pressed down of its own accord, accepting
his pulsating hardness between the rounded "O" of her lips which
closed thrillingly over the sensitive tip of his cock. It was a
dream ... the hot moist flesh encircling him twice in one night,
from two different women! It was more than Laurie could bear,
watching Barbara engulfing Ken's long beautiful cock with her
hungry mouth, and she moved in to crowd the older woman aside
until Barbara was compelled to take a position at the man's side
in order not to lose the thick stalk of flesh in her mouth.
Laurie then lowered herself and grabbed the wide trunk of his
hotly pulsating penis with one hand, while with the other she
wound her fingers around his sperm-filled balls. She could feel
Barbara's ovalled wet mouth sliding down the fleshy shaft to touch
her grasping fist.
Returning from his chore at the fire, Will heaved a deep sigh
of approval at the lewd spectacle of his wife and the sweet little
fourteen year old redhead clamoring like bitches in heat over
Ken's thick cock. He stood quietly at the edge of the quilt,
watching his wife suck hungrily at the long gleaming penis
flicking in and out of her throat. Then his own rampant cock
sprang to an even greater aching tautness as he saw Laurie scoot
down flat on her belly between Ken's wide splayed legs and flick
out her tongue to tickle at the gathered ridge of flesh between
the softness of his balls. Barbara continued to suck voraciously,
taking more and more of the saliva-coated cock into her mouth with
each downward stroke, while Laurie's pink tongue massaged the
tender skin of his scrotum.
The older man was agog as he stepped closer, not trusting his
eyes when he saw Laurie actually suck one of the big balls into
her mouth, her fingers working desperately to fit in the second
one as well!
Scorching torrents of erotic need lapped at Ken Chester's
mind and body as he watched the two passionate females working,
sucking and swallowing his fiery cock and testicles. The muscles
of his stomach flexed until he was certain they would snap from
the intensity of his pleasure as he arched his back higher and
higher to receive the maximum benefit of the warmly sucking
mouths. God, what a brain-reeling sight! The full red-stained
lips of Barbara's mouth pulling out from her face as she bobbed
up, her mouth sucking on the upstroke and clinging avidly to his
swollen cock. And his heatedly tingling balls now out of sight in
Laurie's wide-stretched young mouth, almost suffocating her
despite the fact that she tickled and swiped with her lizard-quick
tongue at the sperm-filled sac.
Will was rabid with lust as he watched the party taking place
just a few feet from where he stood. He licked his fever-dry
lips, grimacing when he saw Barbara jerk the thick wet cock from
her sucking lips and bend it toward Laurie, who released her hold
on Ken's scrotum and closed her sensuous little mouth over the
pulsing shaft of hard male flesh. Once again, the young girl
almost choked from the sheer size of the penis disappearing
between her wetly ovalled lips. She sucked at it madly and could
feel the ranchhand's reaction to the fresh mouth over him. She
was wholly involved in her performance and now pushed to the back
of her mind any reservations she had had about sharing Ken with
the other woman.
"Grab my cock, baby, and put it in your cunt," Laurie heard
the wheezing Will command. She had not noticed his return from
the campfire, let alone sensed him creeping on his hands and knees
up behind the upraised circles of her naked ass-cheeks. The older
man delivered a sharp slap to her smooth fleshy buttocks to show
that he meant business, and then, hesitantly, but fearful he would
carry out his threat to call her uncle and tell him about Ken, she
reached behind her to seize his hotly throbbing hardness, aiming
the bloated tip at her tiny vaginal opening up between her
slender, tapered thighs. Will's cock leaped eagerly in her hand,
and he pushed forward as Laurie began to rub the oozing head up
and down the full length of her hair-lined pussy slit, lubricating
his big cock-head further with the copiously flowing juices from
her cunt. There was an outward pressure on her ankles, and she
did not resist as the panting older man pressured her legs open
wider ... until the insides of her calves grazed his knees.
"Damnit, go on, Will--fuck the hot little whore like a dog,"
Barbara goaded as she shifted her stimulated torso higher on Ken's
body and took hold of her own right breast, squeezing the
resilient flesh to bursting fullness as she offered the wide dark
brown ring of the nipple to the ranchhand's mouth.
Damn, what a beautiful sight, Will thought, his body shaking
in excitement as he leered at his wife's full naked breast in the
stranger's mouth, at Ned's kneeling teenage niece sucking Ken's
huge cock with her pretty little pussy so vulnerable and open
right there before him, but his lust-hardened penis pressed up
against its trembling wetness. He had waited a long time to fuck
this smart-assed teenager, and now it was his turn, by God,
whether she was ready or not. He wanted to ram into her as deep
as possible, further than she could take, to show the little bitch
that Will Ross was by no means too old to fuck.
Lowering himself a little; Will spread Laurie's firmly
rounded young buttocks wide apart and then pushed forward until
she felt a stretching at her moistly heated vaginal entrance ...
and then ... a spasm of pain as the bloated cock-head popped
inside her tight pussy opening. Her naked buttocks began waving
like a flag in a stiff wind, thrashing in all directions, but her
movements only helped to drive the abnormally thick penis deeper
up inside her painfully stretched vaginal cavity. She could feel
the weight of the passion-crazed older man's body pressing down on
her back with a pulverizing strength, flattening her lower torso
as he continued to drive his long hard wedge of male flesh up into
her wetly yielding pussy. She bucked up at him, trying to throw
him off as she bucked, but he only rammed harder, embedding
himself all the way up to his sperm-filled balls in the hotly
quivering sheath of her tight young cunt.
"Nooooaaaahhhhh! Eeeeaaaaaah!" she moaned in pain, her cries
muffled by the equally thick cock fucking in and out of her
ovalled mouth as she continued her useless struggle against the
perverted attack from behind. She no longer felt human with the
huge rigid organ ripping far up into her cringing cuntal passage,
pushing against the sensitive mouth of her cervix. She felt as
though she had been reamed open up there by a huge log, mutilated
forever by the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her from behind. Then,
moaning with resignation, her strength failed, and she collapsed
in a limp mass beneath the powerful body of the animal-man behind
her.
Her loathing of Barbara returned when she saw the older woman
leering sadistically at her, watching her husband's depraved,
cruel rape.
"How do you like having it like a dog, honey," Barbara hissed
as Ken continued to suck hard on her breast.
That lewd question increased Laurie's feeling of degradation
a thousand-fold, to know that the dark-haired woman was watching
it all and enjoying her humiliation at the hands of this man old
enough to be her grandfather.
"Just relax, honey, and it'll hurt less," Barbara went on.
Her instructions were a mockery to Laurie, and the girl set her
teeth to prevent another cry from escaping her lips. Gradually,
however, the pain in her cock-stuffed vagina eased a little. She
still felt torn and stretched wide there, but the short time Will
had lain on her, not moving, had given her wetly-throbbing pussy
an opportunity to gradually adjust to the forced entry. Defiled
as she was, she would call on every last reserve of her courage
and show that brunette bitch that even a fourteen year old girl
could play this sex game as well as she could.
Will groaned unexpectedly as he felt the skewered teenager's
vaginal muscles tighten and relax, tighten and relax around the
pulsing length of his buried cock. He could hardly believe his
eyes when he saw the nakedly kneeling girl actually rise to her
knees and begin to rotate her firm young ass-cheeks in a slow
grinding motion in front of him. He flexed his penis deep in her
hotly clasping cunt as an answering signal, still not thoroughly
convinced that she was really responding to him. He groaned as he
felt it, felt her now slippery vaginal passage tighten around his
pulsating hardness like a warm fitting glove. Holy Christ, he had
really conquered her--she was liking it! Gasping and moaning in
fresh delight, he grasped her hips with his hands and pulled her
back more snugly against him, beginning a rhythmical fucking
motion far up into the hot flesh confines of her cunt. He watched
with trembling delight as the blood-infused lips of her milking
little cunt drew back with his lust-thickened cock, clasping to it
as firmly as a baby's sucking mouth on a mother's breast.
In the meantime, Ken snarled at the loss of Laurie's warm wet
lips around his impatiently throbbing cock. He reached down and
seized it, aiming the expanded cock-tip at his young mistress's
open, gasping mouth. The girl did not have to be encouraged
further and bowed her head once more to lock her softly-rounded
lips around the fleshy staff. Laurie was obviously feeling no
pain now, actually feeling nothing but unadulterated pleasure, for
she was wantonly thrusting and squirming back to meet each obscene
impaling stroke of the naked older man's cock, then diving forward
to suck as much as possible of the huge throbbing penis up into
her mouth.
Barbara was observing with bulging eyes the double fucking
from both the front and back the girl was getting and could not
tolerate for another instant her own passive role in the orgiastic
scene. Cramming more of her melon-like breast in the ranchhand's
mouth, she reached down with one hand and grabbed one of Laurie's
provocatively bouncing breasts, pulling and clutching at the
swaying mound of firm rounded flesh as though she were milking it.
Her sharp fingernails then scraped harshly across the naked young
girl's stiffened nipple, causing a muffled moan of pleasure-pain
to issue from Laurie's cock-filled mouth. For a fleeting moment,
Barbara found herself thinking of how wonderful it would be to
suck the breast, not as a lesbian, but because the vibrant young
mound of creamy flesh was so sensuously beautiful and appealing.
But now her moist pussy was screaming for attention, for a cock, a
tongue, anything.
She withdrew her own bruised breast from Ken's mouth gasping
as she tugged the nipple free from his sucking lips, and shifted
her body up, raising herself to her knees and then swinging around
to straddle the ranchhand's lust-twisted face in a position where
she could still see Laurie and Will.
"Hurry, lick it ... lick my cunt," she said, lowering her
steaming wet vagina down to Ken's mouth. Laurie watched out of
the corner of her eyes as the ranchhand gazed up into the eagerly
palpitating opening of Barbara's cunt, then snaked his tongue
along the hair-fringed pussy furrow, finally pressing his mouth
over her clasping slit.
Laurie saw Barbara Ross's mouth fly open at the first contact
and remembered how the handsome writer had mouthed and licked at
her own little pussy before entering it with the long thick cock
that she was now sucking with all her intuitive skill and
enthusiasm. Behind her, the impassioned and raging Will gurgled
and grunted each time he surged up into her wetly clasping vagina
and she, too, was in breathless ecstasy under him, twisting and
grinding the lush whiteness of her firm rounded buttocks back at
him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. He
increased the power of his long, smooth strokes, ramming the
entire length of his plunging cock into her sensitive cuntal
depths. Her beautiful long red hair spilled down, covering Ken's
thighs and occasionally swirling as with a sudden or particularly
hard thrust she bucked forward and choked on the lust-thickened
cock that was fucking impossibly far up into her slavishly working
throat. Will inched his hands from her hips to grasp her naked
ass-cheeks, yanking the smooth fleshy moons wider apart to allow
him to fuck deeper. Abruptly she felt him deliver an extra deep
stroke and pause, then slowly and deliberately withdraw the full
measure of his hotly pulsating cock out of her until only the
lust-swollen tip was in her. With a loud groan, he slammed it
home with the force of a jackhammer, only to once again slowly
pull it almost all the way out.
"Oh good, yes, fuck me that way! Oooohhhhhhh!" the kneeling
fourteen year old cried in delight as he ploughed into her and
filled her smooth, rubbery vaginal walls with his blood-heated
shaft of thickened flesh. Becrazed now, she locked her warm wet
mouth around Ken's penis and sucked hungrily at it with a zeal
that brought a shudder to his writhing flanks.
Laurie felt the older man's long thick penis in her cunt
jerk, stretching and expanding her tormented vagina even more, and
she knew what was about to happen, knew that Barbara's husband was
swelling and on the verge of filling her ecstatic little pussy
with his spewing hot cum. Then she heard a gruff, passionate roar
behind her and felt his tremendous throbbing rod of flesh burst
like a dam as he gave one last buttock-flattening lunge into the
yielding softness of her cunt, emptying his pent-up load of sperm
in spurt after spurt deep up into her belly. Laurie thought the
wildly ejaculating cock would never stop spurting in her, and she
could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing and trickling down the
insides of her trembling young thighs. Oh God, it was glorious,
she thought, to have a male's, any male's, hot cum filling her
pussy, swelling her stomach, running out and down to trickle
through her flame-seared cunt lips. She uttered a deep sigh of
disappointment as she felt the thick jerking cock inside her begin
to deflate and grow limp. There was a lewd wet slurping sound as
it slipped out from between her cuntal lips, and she felt a sudden
shock of cold breeze rushing over her sweat-streaked buttocks.
Still, though, she sucked hungrily at Ken's stone-hard penis
in front of her as he massaged Barbara's clitoris with his tongue,
tracing his tongue-tip down her greedily contracting cuntal lips
to the vaginal opening and then fucking far inside her succulent
flesh. He was now reaching up with both hands and gripping
Barbara's nakedly swaying breasts, clinging to them as though they
were life-rafts that kept him afloat in his sea of erotic madness.
Barbara was also nearing orgasm, grinding her wildly
quivering cunt down to receive every iota of erotic pleasure she
could get from the ranchhand's voraciously licking tongue.
Abruptly she stiffened, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy, her
long firm thighs trembling. "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm
cummmmming!" she moaned and reached down beneath Ken's head to
tangle her fingers in the tousled thatch of his blond hair.
Savagely she yanked upward to bury the masculine face hard into
her wetly heated cunt, rolling and pressing down her thighs in
pure abandoned pleasure.
Laurie could not restrain herself from pausing to watch the
exciting display of orgasm, envious that the older woman had cum,
and yet she had not been brought to completion. As Barbara lifted
herself from Ken and collapsed nakedly beside him on the quilt,
next to where Will had also crawled to lie heaving and exhausted,
Laurie felt the ranchhand's wildly throbbing cock in her throat
pulse faster and grow to such a size that she feared her lips
would tear painfully apart at the sides of her mouth.
"Suck it, baby, suck it up! I'm cumming, cummmmmmming!" the
muscular man chanted insanely. Laurie gagged and choked as her
virile lover's mighty torrent of cum shot into the back of her
mouth, welling up to fill her bloated cheeks until she was forced
to swallow rapidly to keep up with his volcanic gush of hot sperm.
But it was more than she could handle and thin trails of cum
trickled out of the comers of her mouth and down on the now-
depleted balls that she was in the process of sucking dry.
The satiated ranchhand-writer cast an idiotic smile toward
Laurie as she raised her head from the spent, deflating cock, her
mouth smeared with his male sperm and her own saliva. She was
still wild with the need to achieve an orgasm just as the others
had, but both men were seemingly useless now. Her frustration was
too much to hold back, and she rose, turning away to hide the
tears of unfulfillment streaming down her cheeks.
After awhile, she gained control of herself and picked her
way carefully among the others, gathering her clothes, saying
nothing about the desire still smoldering up between her legs.
She knew that it would be senseless.
She walked quietly back to the cache of gear to get her bed
roll, spread it out a dozen yards from the glowing coals of the
fire, dressed for warmth, and climbed in. It had been a long,
hard day. She was tired, but it was a long time before she
drifted into restless sleep.
Chapter 3
Laurie awoke the next morning with her brain still dazed and
reeling from the extraordinary orgiastic experience of the night
before. She lay there wondering if it had all really taken place
as she remembered now. Every vivid detail flashed like neon in
her mind, making her dizzy even as she lay flat on her back in the
down-filled sleeping bag.
"Oh Lord, how can I face the others?" she asked herself when
she heard sleepy snatches of conversation around the breakfast
campfire. Peering out from the bag, she saw her uncle and Ken
huddling across from each other at the fire, each man applying
himself to the preparation of the morning meal. Barbara was
nowhere in sight, but turning her head a little, she saw that Will
was busy reloading the pack animals with bed rolls and sundry
pieces of gear they had used to make camp.
"Hey, honey, did last night tire you out that much? Aren't
you going to get up?" came Barbara's voice from behind. Startled,
Laurie whirled around and saw the handsome woman standing a few
feet away, already fully dressed and holding the reins of two
horses she had saddled.
"I--I guess I overslept," Laurie heard herself apologize,
hating the timidity of her words even as she spoke them.
"Well, it was quite an evening, I admit," Barbara said
softly, ignoring the girl's discomfort. "I hope like hell we
don't find that damned horse today ... so maybe we can all get
together for more of the same tonight."
Laurie did not comment on the woman's statement, but deep
down she had to admit, even in the cold stark light of morning,
that she would also feel little regret if they were forced to
spend another night in the mountains. If it turned out that way,
perhaps this time she would be allowed to reach the same sexual
release that the others had enjoyed ... mostly at her expense.
Later, as the group sat in a semi-circle eating crisp bacon
and thin griddle cakes, the talk turned to their plans for the
day. Ned Dow, between sips of coffee, explained the best route
from the ridge they were on down to the boxed-in gorge known as
Boggy Meadow.
"Come on, then, let's break camp and get moving," Ned Dow
shouted, stirring everyone to their feet with his mighty booming
voice. Ten minutes later, the group had packed up and
extinguished the coals of the fire. A general air of adventure
was in everyone's veins, even Barbara's, as they swung into their
saddles and waited until Ned took the lead away from Coldwater
Meadow toward the trail down into Boggy Meadow gorge.
Laurie had never seen such beautiful country. As they
breasted the next ridge, she saw the sun boring its rays through
the misty veils in the canyons and valleys, the distant ridges and
peaks sticking up like islands out of the low-hanging clouds. Ah,
it was all too much, too glorious to believe ... the light ... the
deep purity of the sky ... the sunny freshness lighting the trees
and brush. She began to understand Ken perhaps for the first
time: Why he had chosen to be alone in this country ... and why
sometimes he changed so abruptly from an intelligent, considerate
man into a demanding, primitive beast of a man. This vast wild
land had instilled itself in his very marrow and sometimes took
over his soul and body. Oh Lord, she loved him, keenly, almost to
the point of pain; and she wanted him inside her, in her warmly
welcoming vagina, to draw him from his sperm the strength and
stamina she needed herself. Then, again remembering the night
before, she felt a glow of piquant warmth flow through her as she
realized that his white cum was mingled in her blood, that by now
she must have absorbed at least some of it into her system, so
that he was physically a part of her being.
They rode on in silence for another forty-five minutes,
following Ned under shady arches where the trail was level, then
around time-bleached croppings of rock and down shale slides where
the homes were forced to half sit and brace their front legs in
order to keep from stumbling forward, head-over-heels.
"All right, I think we should proceed very quietly and
carefully from here on in. The gorge is only about a quarter of a
mile from here," Ned cautioned.
"What do you think, Will, Ken, should we tether the pack-
horses here and take along only what we need to build a barricade
at the mouth of the gorge?" Ned asked.
"That sounds good to me," Ken answered, nodding his approval
of the plan back to where Will was bringing up the rear with the
heavily-laden pack-animals.
"Yeah, sure. The fewer horses, the less noise," Will agreed.
"Laurie, since you're handiest, how about helping me stake 'em out
over there. Looks like decent grazing and there might even be
some water, green as it is." Will was pointing to a grassy patch
of shady, sun-mottled clearing off to the right of the trail,
visible only from where she and the older man were sitting on
their horses. It was the first time that Laurie had faced the man
who had fucked into her dog-fashion, for she had been avoiding him
as much as possible all morning. Her uncle had ordered her to
ride toward the back of the party, just ahead of Will, and she had
felt the man's lewd hungering eyes fixed on her buttocks most of
the morning.
"Sure, Will, I'll give you a hand," she said coolly as she
dismounted and tied Sniffy's reins to a branch. She took the lead
rope that Will handed her and led the lathered animal off the
trail and into the tiny clearing, Will and the other horse close
behind her. When the man had satisfied himself with an especially
lush section of grass next to five or six shallow pools of spring
water, he drove in two aluminum stakes and securely fastened the
long lead ropes, then busied himself with the task of removing the
gear they would need to construct a barricade and prevent the
black stallion from escaping the gorge.
"How do you feel today?" he asked Laurie when he had finished
rolling the needed gear into a canvas bundle. "I sure hope your
sweet little pussy ain't sore today ... But don't worry, it'll be
a whole lot easier from now on."
Laurie flushed with anger and spun around on her heel, not
bothering to rebuke Will for his crass remarks. Later, when the
time was just right, she would draw Ken aside and spill out her
heart to him about her feelings toward him as well as about the
crude older man's intimation. They could discuss possible
solutions to the Ross couple's blackmailing of them. And then--
she could visualize it so clearly--Ken would take her in his arms,
tenderly assuring her that they had nothing to fear ... They would
make love, alone and happily, until they both were sated and
content just to be together, holding each other ...
* * *
As the group drew closer to the mouth of the gorge,
everyone's anxiety rose to a high pitch. Sniffy was nervous and
pranced skittishly from side to side of the trail, snorting and
sweating while Laurie cooed to him, gently patting his neck in an
attempt to calm the big chestnut stallion.
"He probably smells that ornery stud," Ned whispered,
pointing ahead toward the gorge as he turned in his saddle to look
at the others. "Let's keep our eyes peeled for fallen logs and
whatever else we can use to shut off the end of the gorge.
Laurie, you and Barbara ride in about two or three hundred feet in
front of us and shy him back while we build the barricade. That
sound okay to everyone?"
"I don't see any other way," Will answered. "But I think the
women ought to take the rifles for safety--in case that crazy
black bastard decides to run right through us. Anyway, they can
fire in the air every so often to discourage that bugger from
heading our way."
"That's a good idea ... And listen you two," Ned gravely
admonished, "you gals don't hesitate to shoot him between the eyes
if he won't stop runnin' toward you."
After everyone had agreed, they rode on at a slightly brisker
pace in case the stallion had already scented them and might be
heading out of the gorge to investigate. But when they reached
the narrow mouth, about five minutes later, there was no sign or
sight of the horse. They urged their mounts into a circle and
held a brief conference.
As planned, the two women rode a short way into the deep
gorge, each carrying a loaded rifle, while the three men scouted
the immediate area for barricade material. They worked steadily
for the better part of an hour, sweating and cursing as they roped
logs, fallen trees, boulders and pieces of brush, using their
sturdy mounts to drag the barrier material into position. Ken
remained at the entrance, placing rocks and pieces of brush
between the heavier logs and stumps and boulders to create the
effect of a solid wall. He toiled almost soundlessly, leaving a
small opening at the left side through which Ned and Will could
ride when the blockade was complete. Then they would climb up to
a spot on the cliff wall where there was a great boulder perched.
Using thick sticks as levers, they would pry the boulder loose and
let it drop into the open slot at the end of the barricade.
Laurie and Barbara sat their horses at a point where the
gorge widened to about three hundred yards from wall to wall and
extended up and away in a broad grassy meadow. They could see
that it narrowed again, and ran off to the right, on the far side
of the meadow they faced. Laurie was thoroughly excited, her
limbs trembling as a peculiar mixture of intoxicating sensations
made her heart pound and threaten to burst free of her chest. She
was thinking of Ken when she heard the sound--a sound that grew
and echoed ominously, bouncing off the steep walls like a series
of muffled gun shots.
Then he appeared!
He trotted into view, a jet-black stallion at least seventeen
hands high, his nostrils flaring as he snorted out defiance,
rejoicing in his freedom of motion, his feet lifting and failing
like pistons with minds of their own. He slowed to a walk about
two hundred yards away from the women. At a hundred and fifty
yards, he stopped and seemed to think, his dark eyes absorbing
every detail of the situation confronting him. It was as if he
were human, Laurie thought, allowing her gaze to rove over every
inch of his magnificent body. She had never failed to marvel at
this wonderful animal, such flawless conformation, such pride and
dazzling spirit.
For once, even Ned Dow's voice was hushed with awe and
respect for the big stallion. He was spellbound, unable to move
or speak as he drank in the sight of the black horse. In all his
years as a rancher, the graying man had seen many fine horses, but
none like this one ... and every time he saw him, he truly had to
appreciate the stallion's perfect lines and strength.
"Watch it!" Ned shouted suddenly. "He's movin' in on us!"
Will responded immediately and aimed his rifle in the air,
firing several shots skyward to frighten the advancing stallion.
But the black stud merely tossed his head and continued to trot
toward them. Laurie swiveled her head toward Will and saw with
horror that he was aiming directly at the stud's chest.
"No, don't shoot him!" Laurie screamed.
"She's right. He'll stop. He's just testing us now, to see
if we've got balls enough to stand in his way." Laurie had never
loved her uncle as much as she did at that moment for saving the
beautiful creature's life. Ned was right, too, for the stallion
stopped less than a hundred yards in front of them, neighed
angrily, and pivoted on his hind feet to turn and trot
nonchalantly back up the meadow.
"Why don't we try to run him back to the box at the end of
the gorge--before he comes up with a scheme we haven't provided
for?" Ken asked, the tremor in his voice betraying the anxiety he
felt. "I'm not much at roping, but I'll hang back and haze for
you."
Ned bobbed his head up and down, smiling like a kid at the
circus, and then shifted in his saddle to gaze gleefully into
Will's eyes. The older rancher's face broke into a
correspondingly wide grin as he leaned far back in his saddle and
let loose a cry:
"Yaaaaaaahheeeeeeeeee!"
Then the two ranchers galloped off, spurring their horses and
sheathing the rifles in scabbards as they tore headlong toward the
frightened stallion. Laurie was swollen with pride as she watched
her uncle arid Will, with Ken close behind, approaching the horse.
She marveled at how the men handled their lariats, shaking out
loops as they bore down on the nervous black stud. At the last
second, when the men seemed dangerously near, the stallion
screamed and wheeled around, charging toward the dead-end gorge
that veered off to the right where he would have to halt, trapped.
"I hope this little game of theirs doesn't take forever.
Let's pray that they catch that black one right away, so they
won't be too tuckered out to fuck us tonight."
"Barbara!"
"What! Don't tell me you're not aching for some more of my
husband's cock ... I saw you last night, the way you twitched your
sweet little cunt to get every inch. And I noticed that you
didn't mind gulping down your boy friend's cum either. Just watch
it, kid, and don't tempt me to spout off to your uncle that you're
a cock-sucking little slut."
"But Barbara, you don't understand--I love Ken."
"Shit."
"Believe me, I do," Laurie bristled. "God knows, I wouldn't
have allowed your creaking old husband to rape me that way if it
hadn't been for what you two were holding over Ken and me."
"Correction, honey. You mean what we are holding over you--
and don't forget it." They were silent then, both fuming within
themselves from the other's remarks, wracking their brains for
insults equal to the hostility they felt. The whole issue hinged
on their mutual attraction to Ken, his charm and obvious sexual
appeal. But Laurie had added an extra dimension to her feelings
for him--love. It was something she was certain that Barbara, in
her wanton desire, would never understand about the relationship.
Still, though, Laurie could not help but painfully recall the
fervor with which he had sucked Barbara's breast, and then her
vagina, until the woman had moaned in sexual abandonment and had
finally climaxed. The girl now wondered just how much of the
handsome ranchhand's zeal had been in the line of duty--giving his
share of the payment to buy the Ross's silence about what they had
seen--and how much had been the result of sheer pleasure on his
part. Yet, how could she blame him either way? She, too, had
yielded to her body's demands, had actually drowned in the
ecstatic feelings that had swamped her while Will Ross brutalized
her. It was all too much for her now, too much to piece together
in any rational order until she could discuss everything with Ken.
Meanwhile, she thought, it could not make things any worse but
could definitely make them more comfortable--if she softened up
the older woman with a bit of old-fashioned kindness.
"Maybe you're right, honey," Barbara said with a smile
spreading over her face. "I'm sorry I spouted off like that ...
And I'm also sorry if I botched things up between you and Ken.
Just try to understand--I'm still a young woman, with all the
needs a woman has, and your blond boy friend turns me on. I can't
help it any more than you can. But I don't kid myself that I'm in
love with him. It's that great big cock of his that I'm
interested in. And you'd better ask yourself if that isn't his
main attraction for you as well."
Laurie was staggered by the woman's complete honesty, so much
so that she began to wonder if Barbara might be altogether right.
Perhaps she had allowed her girlish heart to blind her to the real
facts: That she was no more in love with Ken than he was with her;
that their sole interest in each other was entirely sexual, as
much an adventure as was this crazy scheme of her uncle's to
recapture the ornery black stallion.
Just then Laurie heard three rifle shots in the gorge beyond.
Laurie's first impulse was to spur Sniffy full speed across the
meadow and around the bend, to see if anyone had been hurt or was
in danger, but she knew that her uncle would never forgive her for
interfering and exposing herself to further risk.
"Try not to fret, Laurie, it's probably just one of the boys
shooting into the air to haze him into a better position," Barbara
soothed.
"But they've been in there quite awhile now, Laurie objected,
"and I'm worried that they might be in trouble."
"I expect they're having a fair share of trouble, all right,
trying to put ropes around that beautiful black boy's neck," the
older woman agreed, "but the men know their business. They're not
taking any unnecessary chances."
"I hope not ... They're pretty important men to us," the
pretty redhead said, grinning warmly at Barbara.
A few minutes later their suspense was ended, for the ebony
black stallion raced around the bend and into view with two taut
ropes around his powerful neck. Behind him came Ned and Will,
desperately spurring their horses' flanks to stay close to the big
stud. Once they were far enough into the clearing, both men
reigned their mounts to ride off obliquely in opposite directions,
stringing the infuriated stallion between them as they slowed to a
trot and finally a walk. He was forced to slow down as well, at
last coming to a complete standstill, his eyes wide and rolling as
he screamed and pawed the ground, proudly defying the men who
hampered his freedom. A moment later, Laurie saw Ken draw his
horse to a halt beside her uncle. The two men switched mounts
then and Ned rode to a spot about twenty feet in front of the
stallion while Ken kept the rope taut.
"Your uncle's going to try roping the devil's front feet,"
Barbara explained as the two women watched Ned Dow shake out his
second lariat to form a medium-sized loop. They saw the big man
nod toward Will, who fired his rifle into the air as though it
were part of a prearranged plan. The stallion jumped at the sharp
sound, straining forward mightily against the ropes until his
front hooves were virtually off the ground. Ned's loop snaked out
and fell in a wide circle under the stud's elevated forefeet, then
came alive again, lifting and closing around the beast's ankles
when the big rancher whipped it with a single downward thrust of
his arm. Rapidly twisting his end of the rope around the saddle
horn, Ned urged his mount backwards and made the third restraining
rope humming tight.
"Okay, hold him steady!" Laurie heard her uncle shout to the
other men. She watched awe-stricken as her uncle slowly eased his
dun-colored gelding to a position that was in a forty-five degree
line with the black horse. Then, again nodding to each of his
assistants, Ned pulled hard on the gelding's reins and clucked to
him, moving him backwards until the pressure on the rope made the
stallion lose his balance and fall to the ground with a resounding
thud. The rugged animal struggled to regain his feet as he
continued to scream and snort out his hatred of his captors, but
was unsuccessful.
Laurie heaved a sigh of genuine relief when she saw all three
men dismount and move confidently toward the downed stallion. She
knew that now they would rope and tie his hind legs in order to
approach him from the back. She had heard the men talking at
breakfast about the potent tranquilizer they had brought along,
and how they would inject it into the stallion's rump if they were
lucky enough to catch him.
In a few short minutes it was all over, Ned signaled Laurie
and Barbara and they rode up within a few yards of the great,
fallen black stud.
"What do you think of the crazy bastard now?" Ned huffed,
breathing hard from the Herculean exertions. "We've shot him full
of that stuff the vet sold me, and I ain't afraid to admit I'm
glad I had the good sense to bring it along. This is the
goddamnedest, meanest son-of-a-bitch I've ever owned in my life.
Hell, he's even meaner than Will there!"
Everyone laughed and broke the extreme tension with relieved
patter and jokes about how they were going to get the stallion
back to Dow Ranch, now that they had caught him. Everyone laughed
and joked, except Laurie. She was strangely quiet and stood
looking into the captured beauty's wide defiant eyes, a deep
sadness filling her.
"If it's all right with you, Mr. Dow, I'll make a hole in the
barricade," Ken said. "I guess you'll want to rest awhile in the
clearing where we left the pack-horses."
"We'll do more than rest," Ned roared happily. "We'll set up
camp there and get drunker then hell to celebrate ... Spend the
night too!"
"I'll go for that," Will said, a hint of shrewdness in his
voice as he glanced suggestively toward Laurie.
Chapter 4
Later that evening, when everyone was celebrating
boisterously around the fire, Laurie signaled Ken with a covert
glance, indicating that she wished to see him alone. They both
rose, one a little behind the other so as not to draw the other's
attention, and ambled casually to the outer edge of the clearing.
When the pair had seated themselves on a rock, Ken leaned over and
gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Then they sat
quietly, allowing themselves to be lost in the primeval hush of
the night, thinking. After several minutes, Ken said:
"Baby, listen to me, I'm sorry about last night. I know you
were frightened and that you went through hell when that silly
bastard, Will came at you from behind. But believe me, there was
nothing else we could do. What happened was surely a lot less
painful than the mess there would've been if your uncle had found
out about us."
"No, you listen to me, Ken Chester," Laurie said sternly,
"because there are a few things I've found out about you ...
things I should have known all along. First, I know that you
don't really care about me, about me personally, and that you've
been feeding me a line all along. All you've ever wanted from me
was my body, because you're alone so much and need a female to
remind you that you're a man. It was especially sweet, wasn't it,
to take an attractive young girl's virginity when you would have
considered yourself lucky to have a woman at all? But I don't
blame you for that--really I don't. It's human, after all. I
blame you for lying to me, for letting me believe that there was
something more than just sex to our friendship."
"But, Laurie ..." Ken blurted, trying to break in.
"Hear me out! I was about to say that now I am becoming a
woman, with a real woman's desire. And I understand how you were
able to lie to get what you wanted. As for Will's fucking me, I'm
not ashamed to say that I enjoyed it, and even wanted more! Oh,
yes, I kidded myself for awhile, thinking how cruel and savage it
all was, but when it came down to the truth, I liked it."
She glanced over at him and her eyebrows raised.
"Oh, does that shock you, Ken?" she asked sarcastically when
she noticed the man's expression of disbelief. "It shouldn't ...
it ... it really ... shouldn't!" Laurie bowed her head and began
to sob openly, her violently trembling body showing how profoundly
affected she was by the impact of her own emotional outburst. The
handsome sun-bronzed ranchhand sat staring at the ground a moment
and then turned to enfold the limp weeping girl in his arms as he
smoothed her shining hair and kissed her forehead. Without
thinking, Laurie threw her arms around him; hugging him back and
leaning heavily against his body until they both teetered, losing
their balance on the rock. Down they crashed, then, laughing at
their own surprise but still clinging desperately to each other as
though it were their last day on earth.
"God, I could really love you," Ken whispered fervently in
her ear, then sitting back, confused, when she giggled coyly.
"Tell me, you sweet little bitch, just what's so damned funny! I
really could fall deeply in love with you ... despite all the
circumstances surrounding our relationship."
"Oh, but darling, I don't know whether I could fall in love
with you," Laurie returned gaily. "You see, there's another male
to consider."
"Who in hell might that be?"
"I don't think I'll tell you," Laurie teased, smiling
shrewdly as she toyed with several strands of her lovely long red
hair. "I think I'll just keep you in the dark for awhile about my
great specimen of masculinity."
Ken pretended not to be interested, looking away and yawning,
finally puckering his lips to whistle with studied nonchalance.
"Ken, I want to ask you something," Laurie suddenly
announced, changing the subject. "The sight of you ... playing
around with Barbara last night ... excited me. Is that bad,
abnormal?"
"It's a difficult thing to explain, baby. The clinical term
for it is voyeurism. It used to mean that a person got perverted
sexual gratification from looking at sexual objects or situations
involving naked people making love. But now it's different!
Behavioral scientists have researched the subject and found that
it's not an abnormal thing at all. According to them, we all get
excited to some extent when we watch others especially attractive
people--fucking or even just touching each other's naked bodies.
They say it's simply because we're involving one of our most
important sexual senses, our eyesight, and that what we see is
communicated in sexual terms to our brains. It's like having a
greater sensual perspective."
"Thank God," Laurie sighed in relief, "because I was
beginning to think I was sick or something!" She was relieved to
hear that the fact of seeing others making love was not an
indication of some weird sort of sexual illness in her mind. And
she was also feverishly flustered by Ken's closeness. She felt a
stirring in her loins, a rapidly growing warmth in her belly, and
she began to squeeze her thighs together. It was a pity that
everyone else was awake, she thought, because otherwise she and
Ken could work off their heated desire in the normal way, instead
of just sitting there talking about fucking.
"Ken, when can we 'fuck' again, alone?" she asked the
ranchhand, moving her hand to his knee and sliding it lightly
along the inside of his muscular thigh. Even though she was as
eager as he was just then, she fully realized that it would be
entirely too risky to try anything while her uncle and the Ross's
were wide awake and celebrating their capture of the stallion.
The party would probably last most of the night, for that day's
victory had rejuvenated her uncle more than anything had in a long
time, and she knew that he would stay up drinking and feeling
proud of himself long after everyone else had played out.
"Soon, I hope ... very soon," Ken whispered as he caught her
roving hand and pulled it to the pulsating bulge in his trousers,
closing her fingers with his over the rigid jerking cock. "I'll
slide this rod up your sweet cunt and screw you silly."
"Oh, darling, yes! God, I'd like that. The sooner the
better," she hissed sluttishly through her clenched teeth. Giving
his bone-hard cock another appreciative squeeze, she let out her
breath and rose, saying, "We'd better go back and join the party
now, Ken, or Uncle Ned might get suspicious."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he growled, reluctant to give
up the warmth and thrill of her clutching hand.
By mutual agreement, Laurie returned first to the campsite,
Ken was to follow after a discreet interval. As she approached
the roaring campfire, it seemed strangely quiet to her. At the
edge of light radiated by the crackling fire, Laurie paused to
smooth her clothing and pat her hair into place. In that moment,
low muffled voices reached her ears, coming unmistakably from just
off to her right. Taking a deep breath, the teenage girl inched
forward cautiously. In the flickering firelight she could see two
shapes huddled on a blanket, and, thinking perhaps that Will and
Barbara Ross had already retired, she inched closer, her curiosity
aroused.
Suddenly, Laurie halted, her mouth hanging open in disbelief.
That slut! My God! She's not content with seducing Ken--she's
lured Uncle Ned onto the same quilt we used last night. Barbara
was down on hands and knees, her naked buttocks waving salaciously
over her uncle's face while her head bobbed furiously up and down
over his huge erect penis! Damn you, damn you, Laurie thought as
the shock and horror of the licentious woman's actions
reverberated in her confused brain. You are a whore!
And yet, there was something perversely exhilarating about
the scene as well. It was stimulating her, just as Ken had
explained. And it wasn't sick, he had said that too. Cautiously,
Laurie crept even closer, close enough so that she could easily
see her uncle's visibly throbbing penis and shock of wiry black
pubic hair. The sight of Uncle Ned's enormous cock sent a shiver
of wild incestual lust rippling through her loins. Never had she
felt such an ungovernable carnal hunger before. Her inner thighs
were already moist with an almost shameless arousal and an
overwhelming desire for a male cock. What is the matter with me?
she thought. What is happening to me? And in that instant she
knew. The girl gasped, knowing that she would never be fully
satiated until she had that cock her uncle's cock--buried deep in
her hotly churning pussy. She wouldn't be happy until she could
scream out a mind-shattering release around that beautiful,
wonderful cock!
So intent was she on the visual and mental impact of her
uncle's long pistoning penis that she failed to hear the soft
footsteps behind her. Not until his arm had clamped around her
waist, pulling her back against his erection, did Laurie realize
that Will Ross had sneaked up behind her. Before she had time to
utter a cry of surprise his other hand clamped over her mouth, and
he bent forward with whiskey smelling breath to whisper in her
ear, "Quite a sight, isn't it honey, my wife and your uncle. Bet
you didn't know ole Ned had it in him, did you? Well you just
stay nice and quiet like, and he won't know you was watchin' him.
And he won't know what you was doing last night. Agreed?"
Laurie's head bobbed, affirmatively.
"Now, then, we're going to mosey on over to the fire and
continue where we left off last night." For emphasis, Will Ross
tightened his grip around Laurie's waist, grinding his rigidly
throbbing shaft of flesh against her buttocks. "Agreed?"
Again Laurie's head nodded in answer.
"Okay. Turn around quietly and march," he whispered.
For the second time in two days, Laurie found herself in an
uncompromising position, and for the second time she knew her
position was hopeless. There was nothing she could do but agree
to the rancher's demands. When they had moved far enough away
that the rutting couple on the quilt could not hear them, Will
released his grip on the helpless young girl, shoving her forward
toward the far side of the circle of light where he had already
spread a large blanket.
"But what if they should see us," Laurie asked pleadingly as
she moved toward the appointed place chosen for her second
debasing by the errant rancher.
"Don't worry, honey," Will Ross chuckled. "With all the
booze Ned Dow's got in him and Barbara's insatiable sexual
appetite, you won't see hide nor hair of your precious uncle until
first light. Now get busy and shuck those clothes."
When they were both naked, Laurie raised pleading eyes to the
older rancher. "Please ..." she moaned, knowing deep inside her
heart that it was a hopeless fight, and she would submit to him as
she had the previous evening. She would surrender all of herself
to his every abuse, not able to stop her own craving sensations
from taking over and turning her into a quivering mass of flesh,
and making a mockery of the reason for her capitulation.
"Get down on all fours," he ordered.
When the redheaded teenager complied, his hand came to rest
softly on her back, and then moved slowly down to the slight
dimple at the beginning swell of her buttocks, knowing that her
moaning tremble was the start of her surrender. In a few minutes
she would become his, mind and body. Laurie felt her naked young
flesh begin to shiver as his finger slipped tantalizingly down
over her trembling buttocks, and she could hear him breathing
heavily behind her. She wanted to turn and look at his face to
see, as she feared, if it reflected the sadistic lust his gentle
hands denied, but she was afraid it would end suddenly and he
would erupt into violence without warning. The greying rancher
nudged her hips up from the blanket, and she lifted up without
resistance to the inexorable pressure on her thighs.
"Ohhhh," the young girl murmured as Will Ross stroked his
hands in long slow caresses back up her sensually awakening body
again to make a breath-taking contact with her naked young
breasts. She groaned again, not from pain or fear this time, but
from some new alien tingle that began throbbing hotly inside her
taut little belly. Her kneeling body quivered as his hands
coursed over her satin-smooth skin, no longer cringing beneath his
touch as she had a moment before. He rubbed her nearly-ripe
breasts in small squeezing circles, gently kneading the soft white
mounds and teasing the erect little nipples until they were
painfully hard. Then he slid his other hand to her firm young
buttocks again to cup her pliant ass-cheeks, before slowly
slipping his fingers down along her anal crevice.
The older man had expected her to clench her fleshy buttocks
tightly shut as he gently pressured down between them with his
hand, but was pleasantly surprised when the girl allowed them to
push further apart without resistance of any kind. He slid his
hand along between their warm resiliency until his fingers came
into contact with the softly curling pussy hair growing up between
her legs. He tried to press his outstretched middle finger into
the moistly softened flesh of her vagina, but the kneeling young
girl jerked spasmodically away, not from pain or revulsion, but
from the unexpectedly thrilling contact that sent a shiver of warm
rippling sensations running up her spine.
She groaned, vaguely aware of his powerful hands turning her
aroused young body on the blanket so that she was flat on her
back, and the whole of her vulnerable nakedness presented a lewd
photograph of curves and hollows and young, secret indentations.
He kneeled beside her, running his fingers almost reverently over
her full uptilted breasts, over her smooth little belly and her
sleekly firm thighs. He caressed up and down her unprotected
nakedness with knowledgeable hands that brought forth small
animal-like mewls of pleasure from between her lust-constricted
throat. His passion increased as he watched the way his feather-
like fingers were bringing a gasping and quivering response from
the tender flesh of the little teenaged girl.
He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment,
the liquid green of her pupils shadowed by the dim smoky veil of a
mounting desire and a sexual need that was beginning to course
upward through her trembling thighs against her will.
Laurie, somewhere back in the distant stages since his hands
had reached for her naked body, had drifted into a strange,
unknown world of sudden deep pleasure of the flesh. The lovely
fourteen year old had lain beneath this middle-aged man's hands at
first with the grim realization she had a debt to pay, now ... now
all conscious thought of why she was here or whom her heatedly-
aroused body was writhing beneath was lost in her memory. It no
longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames of erotic
hunger running all around her, up between her inner thighs, out
the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down
again to the burning core of her vagina roaring with a white-hot
heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Oh God," her voice whispered softly without even knowing it
had been said. "Oh God ..."
Will pressed his lips down over hers and immediately felt the
softly-impatient pressure of her tongue spearing up into his wet
mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer contact with the
devil-like things so deliciously torturing her body. His hands
continued to softly rummage over her, and he ran them between her
wildly trembling young thighs which did not jerk away this time,
but which opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her
being. He could feel the warm wet center of her pussy flexing
hungrily in a silent plea and lewd invitation.
"Ahhhh, ahh," she was sighing contentedly up into his lips as
her eager little tongue pushed up into his mouth and circled deep
around inside. Her passion spurred his own, and he could stand it
no longer. He moved over her, slithering on top of her soft warm
body like a protective blanket. He could feel the girl quivering
uncontrollably beneath him, and he reached down with both hands to
draw her unresisting young thighs up until the whole of her wetly
throbbing vaginal slit was presented to him in welcome sacrifice.
He held her trembling legs there for a long tormenting moment, and
started to reach down and stick his painfully throbbing penis
inside her--but at the last second he paused.
He wanted the teenager's total surrender tonight, wanted to
make her his passionate slave. It would make the obscene torture
of her all the more exiting if he could make her realize just how
much she needed his long hard cock. He held his breath and spoke
in a whisper:
"Put my cock in, girl."
And he released his breath slowly in a long sigh of delight
as he felt her hot little hand burrowing down without hesitation
between their nakedly entwined bodies, and her slim fingers close
tightly around his throbbing penis. She shuddered at the sensual
excitement she felt from once again having a man's thick pulsating
penis in her fingers, and then slid her thumb and forefinger
around the trunk of his long hard shaft and slowly but firmly
pushed up. He gasped, his lips baring back in delicious torment
over his teeth as the thick, reddened foreskin peeled back, and
she gently pressed the lust-swollen head of his cock into the warm
moist folds of her tight little cunt. He could feel her fluffy
pubic hair grazing gently against his sensitive cock-tip as it
hung poised for entry between her hotly quivering cuntal lips, and
the smooth warmth was so delightful that it was almost
excruciating. It was all he could do to keep from lunging forward
and sinking the entire massively pulsating length of his cock into
her eager little cunt with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust.
But he waited ...
He waited because he knew if he rammed into the tightly
walled channel of her vagina, it was possible he would cum almost
without having to take another stroke ... and that would be too
soon. But mostly he waited because Laurie needed his cock, and
she had to be fully aware of it, completely conscious of it ... or
his flicking her would mean nothing at all. She had to remember
that she had done it with him, and done it because she wanted to
be fucked. He wanted to leave something behind that would be
forever embedded deep in her soul. No matter how many times she
was fucked afterwards, his cock would always be there with the
others. She would remember the hot throbbing feel of it in her
hand, in her cunt, and that would make him live again in sweet
vengeance, but she had to need it now within every pore of her
body, and that moment was not yet upon the young girl.
Laurie lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that rasped
from between her tightly clenched teeth like a panting puppy-dog.
Her love-starved body ached, and she was vaguely aware of his
great masculine form hovering over her. Her trembling legs and
fevered loins were wide-apart, warm and wet from the strange and
deliciously exquisite pressure that she remembered had been placed
there an eternity ago by this man's feathering hands, and she
hungered for completion--hungered deep inside, her contracting
cunt like a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other
animals were being fed; she imagined she could hear her uncle's
feral cry of feast in the near distance merging with the panting
growls of this older rancher's insatiable wife. The dim picture
of the uncle's long rigid cock disappearing into Barbara's wetly
ovalled mouth flickered through her hazy mind, increasing the
intensity of her own wanton hunger a thousand times more than when
it started.
Will Ross levered up on his hands into a push-up position
above the lewdly undulating body of the lovely fourteen year old
girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable desire and tiny
mewls of half-conscious pleading escaped from her lust-tightened
lips. He looked down between their wantonly writhing bodies and
could see his giant throbbing hardness nudging the saturated folds
of her greedy little cunt. The silken softness of her pussy hair
surrounding the stump-like shaft of his cock was a lust-inciting
picture of black against white that caused his penis to throb
eagerly against her wet slit.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the hard,
wet contact grow closer.
He strained for all he was worth against the all-consuming
desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her with all
the brutal strength in his body. There was too much of this
angelic, nubile little girl he hadn't tasted yet, and he wanted it
all. He might never have the chance again.
He looked down at her firm young breasts swaying out gently
towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp
that came from her mewling throat. He slithered forward up her
chest and straddled her rib cage with his knees placed
strategically beneath her armpits. Gently, then he placed his
massively throbbing cock in the narrow cleavage between her soft
warm breasts so that her naked flesh enclosed it on both sides.
Her eyes flickered open momentarily, but then shut as though
they were too afraid of the strange spell that hung over her.
Will's hands shook as he reached down to crush the softly
resilient mounds between his sinewy hands making tiny ridges that
stood up between his fingers. "You've got real good tits," he
said, as he kneaded them, watching them ooze through his grasp
like flaccid foam rubber--soft, yet springing back into voluptuous
shape the moment the pressure lifted. He pushed them together
again so that they met across her body and formed a fleshy tunnel
in which his cock was sensuously trapped. He pressed them harder
so that her erect little nipples met at the top, and then he began
a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his hotly throbbing cock
through the warm channel formed by her firm fleshy breasts. As he
pushed, his blood-engorged cock-head appeared at the far end of
the soft warm tunnel, and brushed gently against her chin, leaving
a tiny spot of seminal fluid each time it touched her young flesh.
He kept up the slow rocking motion between the redheaded
girl's excitedly quivering breasts for several moments, feeling
his rigid penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would
erupt in a great gushing fountain of heated sperm even before he
was ready. He had to force himself to sit still and content
himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the
two throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding his fleshy hardness.
He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his
penis, together, one against the other, watching with bated breath
as they jerked and pulsated into a greater hardness than ever. At
the same time, he studied her young face and the reaction it was
having on her.
It was electrifying!
The teenaged girl's eyes were opened now and gazing unseen up
at him, a thin veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils.
Her hips and buttocks were writhing hungrily on the blanket below,
her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though
searching for some invisible lover to fuck her. She was
completely out of control, and Ross knew that nothing he did now
would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force upon
her to quell the fire that was raging unchecked in her tender
little cunt.
There was just one more thing he wanted to do before he
fucked her.
"Suck my cock, little peach-blossom. Suck my cock ..." He
slowly rolled off her body and onto his back. "Go on, suck it."
Laurie nodded her head gently in agreement. She knew this
was the moment she should have dreaded, but the thought no longer
repelled her.
She began slowly at first, just as he had with her, running
her tongue down the hollows of his neck and to his chest. She
found the small male nipples and nipped gently at them, wondering
if they would respond as erotically as her own, more prominent
nipples had ... and to her delight, they did! She could feel the
older man twist slightly from the strange sensation, and his moans
of passion spurred her on, even though she did not know much about
the male body and was experimenting in her fervent desire to learn
more.
With one slim hand she reached down and grasped Will's
massively hardened penis between her fingers as she worked lower
and lower, her tongue licking wetly at his flesh. She remembered
that wild sensations had run through her own body when Ken had
licked at her navel, and she did the same to him, twirling her
tongue hotly around inside the small depression until she felt his
stomach begin to heave in excitement beneath her. He was hirsute
and she could feel the tight curls of his pubic hair against her
lips and face as she moved down. She dropped her hand lower so
she could tenderly draw back and forth the thick rubbery flesh of
his throbbingly erect shaft in a teasing motion that brought still
more and louder groans from his lips.
The position was growing more uncomfortable as she worked
lower, so crawling over him, she pushed his legs apart and knelt
on all fours between his thighs. Her face hovered over his loins,
and she continued the gentle skinning back and forth over his
lust-hardened cock, her lips a bare inch away from its swollen
tip. The fourteen year old girl opened her moistly parted lips
and exhaled, her hot breath flowing over the excited throbbing
head with a maddening slowness.
Laurie's tongue flicked but, the tip coming into lewd contact
with the smooth warmth of his cock-head, and she licked around the
pulsing flesh as he moaned and twisted from the cruel teasing she
was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue
found the tiny opening of his gland, and darted teasingly into it.
It was already moist from the hot droplets of seminal fluid
seeping through from his rising excitement. The sharp pungent
taste and odor of his pre-ejaculate caused her mouth to salivate
and her nostrils to flare slightly. One little hand dropped to
the base of his thickened penis, while she cupped his sperm-
bloated testicles gently with the other, grazing her nails
tantalizingly over their leathery sac. The young girl tightly
grasped the throbbing hardness and skinned back his foreskin with
her thumb and forefinger until the large red pulsating crown stood
alone and naked. She began planting moist, warm kisses on it,
beginning at the tip and tracing a wet path down its full
trembling length to the base, and then damply back up to the tip
again. She played longer than she knew she would, not being able
just yet to bring herself to take it all in her mouth.
But Will Ross could stand no more. With a gurgle deep in his
throat the older man reached down, tangled his fingers in her roan
hair, and thrust his powerful loins up with the strength of a
bull. Laurie resisted for a moment, but it was useless. The
thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her soft, pliant
lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm
moisture of her mouth. She could feel his stiffly pulsating shaft
of flesh rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding
itself deep in her young throat.
She closed her eyes to keep from choking as hot saliva
abruptly filled her mouth, causing her to drool from the corners
of her penis stuffed lips--ovalled now around the protruding
banana-like cock.
"Ohhh, God, girl! You? mouth is like wet velvet," she heard
him murmur as he began a slow rhythmic undulation up into her
face. "Tighten your lips and suck harder," he ordered, his voice
coarse and thick with passion.
Laurie did his bidding, feeling at the same time the lewd
excitement growing wildly in her own body. She sucked
demoniacally, swishing her little tongue with a heated vengeance
around and around the throbbing cock-head fucking in and out of
her tightly ovalled lips. She sucked to end it, her head bobbing
like a cork on the stormy seas of his pumping loins. The
masochistic joys of being used, of being abused like a dirty
whore, permeated her nakedly kneeling body and resulted in wave
after wave of wanton pleasure to surge through her excited young
cunt and mouth. She heard him moaning in lewd delight and also
heard the submissive mewling sounds that came from her own lips
locked tightly around his long pistoning penis. The young redhead
couldn't have stopped herself now if she'd wanted to, for the
excitement had inundated her with seething, blinding passion, and
she sucked the thick hammering cock up in her mouth with
increasing hunger while her buttocks writhed in complete
Wantonness and her passion-flamed pussy throbbed with an
intolerable hunger and need.
Chapter 5
Ken Chester stood just outside the ring of light cast by the
flickering fire, his attention torn between the oral couplings to
both the left and right of him and the aching need of the bulging
hardness in his pants. Jesus Christ! He couldn't believe it!
Everything seemed to have gone to hell in a bucket during the
short time he had waited to return. He couldn't begin to
understand what had instigated this salacious pagan spectacle
which was greeting his eyes, but then he really didn't give a
damn. The only thing that mattered now, was to join in on the
fun.
Laurie's nakedly rotating buttocks captivated his attention
the most and he hastily covered the distance to the blanket,
stripped, and knelt behind her without either she or Will Ross
being aware of his presence. With the first tentative probe of
his warm liquid tongue against the, wet hair-lined crevice up
between her thighs, she tensed, but his whispered words of
gentleness dispelled her fears, and she relaxed, relishing the
thought that at last her own burning need would also be quenched.
His tongue was a fiery probe of moist delight as it coursed
over her smoothly rounded buttocks, snaking into and along the
soft furrow of passion-drenched flesh. Then his teeth were
nipping her perfectly formed ass-cheeks, bringing tiny gasps of
pleasure-pain from her cock-stuffed and sucking mouth. She
wriggled her hips in an effort to escape, and in answer he
savagely pulled her naked ass-cheeks back up until they were
waving helplessly in the air, and then stretched them cruelly
apart with his thumbs. She could feel his long slippery tongue
licking at her sensitive anal crevice as he kneaded her buttocks,
causing a strain on the tight rubbery ring of her anus. It hurt,
and she felt lewd and obscene, as if her whole soul, not just her
loins, was nakedly exposed to all the world as the sex-crazed
young man hovered over her eagerly trembling buttocks from behind
and tongue-fucked her tightly-puckered little anal hole. But she
didn't care any longer. Nothing was important any more as long as
she had release!
There was pressure against her ankles, and she did not resist
as she felt her legs pulled wide-apart. His outstretched middle
finger suddenly poked at her anus, and she jerked automatically
from the sudden, shooting pain. His tongue had felt wickedly
delightful there; this, though, was something else!
"Relax," Ken Chester hissed at her from behind. "Relax and
open your ass."
Laurie gasped and pleaded silently for a second, and then
resigned herself to be used as the ranchhand and would-be writer
crouching behind her desired. She sucked hard on Will's hotly
pulsating cock in her mouth as he dug at her cringing little anus
again with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and
methodically into the heated depths of her rectum. Without
warning, he thrust his finger deeper, and she cried out ... but
the protest died in her cock-filled mouth as she saw the lust-
filled eyes of Will Ross glowing up at her.
Ken's thick finger began to grind it around and around into
her tightly constricted anal passage with greater force now. The
naked fourteen year old girl jerked her buttocks involuntarily to
escape the cruel probing, but her quivering only drove his finger
deeper and deeper up into her rippling rectal depths.
"Go get her, son," the impatient older rancher goaded. "Fuck
her in the ass. Now!"
Ken pulled his finger from her rectum with a lewd sucking
noise and clasped his impatiently throbbing cock in his hand. He
had never felt such excitement in his life, and his body shook as
he looked down on the nakedly helpless girl stretched beneath him,
so vulnerable and open; His eyes were frenzied and wild as he
heatedly pulled at his long hard penis, stroking its shaft rapidly
to bring it to its full power. He wanted to go as deep in her
rectum as he could and let her know she had been fucked by the
best cocksman around.
He lowered himself down onto her back, his hands fumbling
between her defenselessly open buttocks, pulling her tensed and
trembling ass-cheeks wider apart. She could feel the full
cringing length of her quivering anal slit, the jerking head of
his lust-swollen cock insinuating itself in a maddening tease as
he searched for her tightly puckered orifice. And then his blunt
tip nudged her pain-clenched rectal muscle. The pressure grew ...
grew ... intolerably, until the kneeling redheaded girl was sure
she was splitting back there. With a lewd groan, Ken suddenly
rammed forward.
"Agggghhhhhhh!" she screamed in agony, releasing the
violently stabbing cock in her mouth.
The sudden spasm of pain was so unbearable that she twisted
and screamed, again and again, trying with all of her strength to
get away from these two men. Her smooth rounded buttocks were
moving like a wild animal thrashing about to escape an impaling
spike, but her frantic jerks only helped to drive his hotly
throbbing penis deeper and deeper up inside her tight little
rectum. To add to her plight, Ross grasped her head in his hands
and forced her mouth over his saliva-coated cock again, pinning
her tightly. "Suck it, you little bitch," he spat. "Suck it
good!"
She was trapped, hopelessly, and now she could feel the
pressure of Ken's demented desire pressing down on her with a
pulverizing force, pushing her down on the blanket, punishing her
defenselessly trembling ass-cheeks that waved back at his eyes.
She bucked back up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she
bucked up, he rammed down and embedded his thick, rock-hard cock
all the way to the hilt in the warm buttery tunnel of her rectum.
"Mmmmhhhhhhh!" she grunted. "MmmmmmHHHH!!!" She continued
her hopeless thrashing beneath him, no longer feeling human as his
massive penis ripped far up into her tautly rippling belly. She
felt as though she was being split open, that a log wedge was
being driven up through her anus, and her insides were being torn
and shredded, the pain was so unbearable. She fought in wild
desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy
pole sunk in her tender backside, and then with a final groan of
helpless surrender, her strength failed. She collapsed in a limp
mass of naked flesh beneath the ranchhand who had her pinned to
the ground like a calf he was about to brand.
Ken groaned as he felt the lovely teenager's anal muscles
tightening defensively around his long thickness buried up inside
her. His hearty young cock throbbed harder, and he couldn't
believe his senses as he felt the magnificent sensations surge
through him when he began to saw rhythmically into the velvety hot
confines of her rectum. He watched with disbelieving joy as the
tightly-clasping skin of her puckered little anus drew back with
his glistening penis, clinging to its thick shaft as though it did
not want to let go.
Laurie groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deep
down on Will Ross's rigidly pulsating cock until she could barely
breathe. Her rectum felt twisted and stretched as though she was
being impaled on a telephone pole. The young girl fought,
clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep the
long hard shaft from moving but it was useless. Her feeble
struggles only incited Ken more, as her anal passage enclosed
around his wildly throbbing cock felt like a hot, grease-filled
glove, and the sensation made his hardness grow inside her until
she felt stretched, her belly filled beyond all possible
imagination.
Gradually, as the intrusion deep in her dilated rectum grew
and expanded before his uncontrolled assault, Laurie's anus began
to adjust itself to the unnatural entry, and her mind cleared a
bit. Submissively kneeling before him, the tiny bit of whore that
is in every woman and which had already been released the previous
night, broke forth in a tingle of masochistic excitement. There
was still pain, but it was strangely becoming more and more
pleasurable, and she did not fight it as she realized her softly
fleshed buttocks were grinding in wild little circles. She found
herself increasingly thrusting and squirming back to meet each
obscene sodomizing stroke ramming up into her rectum from behind.
"Man, she is really digging it," the ecstatic Will Ross
crooned to Ken.
Behind Laurie, the impassioned and delighted Ken Chester
groaned each time he thrust up into her, and now she, too, was
moaning incoherently beneath him, twisting and lasciviously
undulating her fully rounded ass-cheeks back against him in a lewd
invitation to fuck into her rectum harder and deeper. Her lips
were tightly ovalled, once again hungrily sucking on the bulbous
shaft of male flesh in her mouth, her cheeks puffing out in time
to the increasing power of Ken's long, smooth strokes into her
anal passage.
Laurie's body was coming fully alive now. The pain bad
receded, giving way to maddeningly delightful sensations building
deep within her belly and seeping relentlessly through the raw
nerve ends of her flesh. They rippled through her heatedly
throbbing rectum and out around her cock-impaled buttocks, dancing
like fire across her firm young thighs, working their way up from
her frantically contracting anus through her rib cage and out to
the peaked little tips of her ripely swaying breasts.
The voluptuous young girl ground her hips from side to side
around Ken's fleshy impaling rod, her rectal passage dilating in
time to its rhythmic pumpings. This thick wonderful cock felt as
though it had a heart embedded in its head, and the pulse beat
against her inner rectal walls was becoming a part of her being.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it ..." Ken Chester chanted insanely
over and over to himself as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled
penis into her rippling young belly with long cruel jabs. He
could see his wetly glistening cock's slow withdrawal from between
the cheeks of her wild squirming buttocks, pulling the sphincter
ring of anal muscle out with it as she screwed her pelvis up as
high as she could go--and then the re-entry, as he pushed the soft
folds back up into her rectum and the long moist length of his
virile hardness was swallowed back into the tight little opening.
It drove him almost mad.
A low muffled groan came from Laurie's lips, distorted in
sound by the massively thickened cock fucking in and out of her
wet young mouth. She was fastened vise-like as she knelt,
skewered between Will's penis buried deep in her throat and Ken
Chester pistoning his lust-swollen thickness back and forth in her
rectum.
The blond ranchhand swung his head from side to side as he
fucked with long deep strokes into the hotly throbbing orifice.
He groaned at the obscene picture of the naked young girl buffeted
between the two of them in a subservient kneeling position; Will
Ross's huge glistening cock was disappearing and reappearing
between her eagerly sucking lips, and her long disheveled red hair
flowed down over her head to lie in a soft pool on his belly. Her
ripe young breasts danced and shimmered beneath her heaving chest,
adding to the lewd excitement of the salacious spectacle.
Laurie's eyes were wide-open and lust-glazed as the greedily
clasping walls of her tight little rectum devoured the entire long
pulsating length of Ken's cock slamming in, slithering out of her
belly. Her ovalled young mouth sucked voraciously as her orgasm
grew within her, almost ready to explode.
It didn't take long; the wildly expanding penis was plowing
into her anus like a jackhammer. Suddenly she felt her climax
coming with all the power and fury of a tidal wave and the cords
on her neck tightened like velvet cables as she began sucking
mightily.
A deep, half-human cry erupted from Will Ross's throat, and
he locked his hands around the back of the fourteen year old red-
haired girl's bobbing head, drawing her hot eager mouth deep down
until only a small bit of the thick cock-base could be seen
protruding, wet and glistening, from the girl's gluttonously
sucking lips. Ken watched as the graying rancher spewed his hot
roiling cum into Laurie's mouth, looking on in horrified awe as
her throat tightened and untightened, swallowing in desperate
gulps great volumes of the spewing sperm. Her cheeks bloated and
hollowed as the warm, working cavern of her throat filled and
emptied time and again in an attempt to keep pace with the
spurting white flood.
Laurie started cumming too, and the abandonedly writhing girl
groaned out her release as she continued to gnaw on Will Ross's
thick ejaculating cock.
Ken closed his eyes and felt his overloaded testicles wildly
erupt ... his hot semen shot under enormous pressure through the
end of his pistoning penis to spew far up into the young girl's
madly puckering anal passage. He thrust his huge exploding cock
deep in one last punishing lunge as it spewed out its heated
fluid. Will's deflated penis slipped from Laurie's mouth, and he
could see thin, white strings of his sperm still connecting her
lips and chin to her rapidly rising and falling young breasts.
The exhausted girl groaned and fell forward, her lushly
ripened body as limp as a doll, held in place only by the pressure
of Ken Chester's hands on her hips. He strained forward as he
emptied the last of his heated cum deep up inside her belly and
then released his hold as he felt his own wildly jerking penis
begin deflating inside the hot, wetly-flooded depths of her
rectum.
Laurie slithered forward and lay across Will Ross's naked
loins and chest, her long legs wide apart, too weary to even make
an effort to close them. Ken caught a last view of her wide-
stretched little anus; it was wet and glistening in the light of
the fire. And even as he watched, he saw the puckering brown anal
ring squeeze out more of his pearl-colored cum.
He and Will grinned at each other as the beautiful redheaded
teenager finally staggered to her feet and went toward her
sleeping bag. Within seconds she was asleep ...
Chapter 6
Over two weeks had passed since they had brought the black
stallion down from the Boggy Meadow gorge to the Dow Ranch. Ned
had kept the creature heavily doped, and the journey had been
uneventful except for the times the party had had to pass through
narrow canyons and high boulders. The stud had created a ruckus
at being so confined, but eventually calmed down again when they
had reached open country.
Despite the venture's success and her uncle's happiness,
though, Laurie was profoundly disturbed and flustered.
Ken Chester was gone!
Early in the morning, several days after their return from
the mountains, he had stopped by the ranch to sadly announce that
he was leaving. He had received word from a publisher that his
novel had been accepted and that he would receive generous
royalties enough money to tide him over for a full year. He and
Laurie had talked alone, only briefly and without sufficient
privacy to indulge their desires, and had parted after promises to
write each other until they met again.
Her uncle was away from the ranch for the day and Laurie had
nothing to occupy her mind but thoughts of Ken and how much she
yearned to have him with her, fondling her, fucking her! As was
her habit of late, when alone in her room, she had undressed and
then put on a gauzy shift that was so transparent it hardly
existed. It was a dangerous choice, she thought, for the sheer
fabric rubbed tantalizingly across her nipples when she moved,
bringing to her sensations that frustrated and angered her.
There was a knock on the door, startling her until she
realized that it must be Maria with her lunch. She went without
covering herself to open the door for the heavy-set cook. A look
of utter surprise crossed her face when she saw that it was not
Maria at all, but Will Ross' skinny sixteen year old son, Tommy, a
boy with a reputation that left much to be desired.
He entered the bedroom, brushing past her without waiting for
an invitation to do so. He stopped at the side of the bed and
turned to smile at her, strangely and with insulting boldness, his
deepset eyes devouring her immodestly clad form from head to toe.
The beautiful young redhead was too stupefied to move, her mind
still trying to absorb what her feelings had already registered in
every cell of her body.
"What--what do you want?" Laurie stammered as she made a
silly attempt to shield her breasts and pubic area from the
intense, penetrating eyes. "My uncle wouldn't be very
understanding if he knew you had come into my room like this."
"I don't think your old man will ever find out," the lean
youth snarled, the confidence in his voice shattering whatever
hope she'd had of threatening him. "You see, some of the boys
over at Dad's ranch got to talking, so I thought I'd come pay you
a visit."
"What do you mean?" Laurie questioned, although a glimmer of
understanding was already in her mind.
"Well, I'll tell you," he said with mocking graciousness.
"The other night, 'bout a week ago, I heard some of my Dad's hired
hands talking ... apparently he got drunk and got to talkin', see,
and told them all about how much you like a good fuckin' in the
ass."
"Oh God! No!" Laurie moaned despairingly.
"Yep, that's right," the youth assured her. "And he told
them that you're such a horny little critter, you even give blow-
jobs to strangers behind your uncle's back. Well, to make a long
story short, I thought that you'd do almost anything to keep your
unk from knowin' what you've been doin' ... And what's more
important, I figured you'd be about ready for a good fuckin' since
you ain't had none for some time."
"Get out of here!" Laurie snapped. But her command had
absolutely no effect on the insolent intruder. Rather than
flinching, he strode slowly up to her and drew back his hand to
deliver a sudden slap that made her head roll to one side. "Git
outa them fucking slippers and that silly nightgown, you little
bitch! I want you naked from top to bottom when I stick my cock
in that hungry little cunt of yours. And hurry!"
Laurie tried to speak but the words bunched in her cotton-dry
throat, and she could only whimper. Suddenly she whirled and made
a desperate leap toward the door, but he caught her easily,
holding her paralyzed body with one hand while with the free one
he ripped savagely at the veneer of her shift. She stood there,
helpless, as he began to paw at her naked white breasts and then
at the softly curling triangle of her pussy hair. There was
nothing she could do against his strength. She was alone and
completely at his mercy.
"Okay, boys, she's ready," Tommy Ross called toward the very
door through which she had meant to escape. It burst open and she
was nearly floored with shock as she watched four young men, Will
Ross' hired men, men she had spoken to and kidded with for years,
troop in. All wore hungry, expectant expressions on their faces
as they cast salacious glances of approval at her nakedly
defenseless young body.
"A couple of you guys hold the hot little bitch down while I
warm up that hot sweet cunt with some good cock," Tommy ordered
the cluster of men surrounding the frightened girl. Several pairs
of hands snaked out and seized her, pushing her back onto the
springy bed and pulling her legs out in a spread-eagled position.
Gasping, the terrified young girl watched Tommy strip off his
jeans to reveal a thick, projecting staff of flesh. She was
horrified to see that all the others were following Tommy's
example and were soon standing around buck naked with their long
rigid cocks jutting out from their loins like so many throbbing
telephone poles. Even the men who were pinning her flat to the
bed worked with their free hands to unbutton and shed their
trousers.
"Okay, boys, take a good gander at that," Tommy said cruelly
as he pointed to the fleshy pink slit of her tight little vagina.
"There's that pretty cunt you horny bastards have been thinkin'
about since she's been twelve ... when she sprouted them tits and
nice hips."
Laurie watched in trembling fear as they leaned closer to
inspect her exposed curves and hollows, their rugged faces
unrecognizable with the desire that twisted them. She froze in an
unbreathing stillness as Tommy slowly dropped to his knees on the
bed, his wild eyes feasting on the sight of her coppery pubic
hair. A murmur of excitement rose from the others as he grabbed
his lust-hardened cock and guided it up to touch the sensitive
outer lips of her fearfully cringing vagina. A convulsive spasm
shook her thighs and stomach muscles as she felt the electrifying
union of his thick, broadheaded penis probing tentatively just
inside the moist pink flesh of her pussy lips, then ramming in all
the way to the hilt in her tight little cunt with one ruthless
lunge.
"Please, don't ... not like this," she moaned uselessly, for
his hotly throbbing hardness' was already drawing back for another
punishing stroke into her. It was futile. Her arms were held
fast by the rough bands of the men on both sides of her, as were
her legs by two more men grasping and prying wide her ankles. She
was pinioned like a butterfly and could do nothing but lie there
and accept the brutal cock fucking up into her completely
defenseless cunt. But her terror was already dissipating, this
time faster than ever, and the familiar lightning-like sensations
of pleasure were claiming her reason. She could feel sensory
devils dancing through her impaled body, driving off the
humiliation and fear that she knew she should be feeling instead.
The boy's thin body smashed against her pussy mound again and
again, his sperm-laden testicles colliding with each lusty stroke
against the rubbery ring of her anus. Abruptly, her heatedly
aroused body was out of control, and she found herself straining
up against him, wanting him deeper, wanting him to completely fill
this hungrily quivering cunt she possessed.
"Come on, Tommy," she said defiantly, "you can fuck harder
than that. You can't break it."
Laughing in lewd delight, the men holding her ankles released
her, knowing that it was unnecessary to hold her down now, and
Tommy lowered his hands to clutch fiercely at the eagerly grinding
cheeks of her ass as he fucked into her.
"Oh, you're not big enough!" she groaned. "It's too small!
Hurry!" she begged, yearning for him to finish so she could take
on bigger, thicker, longer cocks. The frantically pumping youth
could not believe his ears. She was actually pleading for more
cock! Well, he grinned, he would give the hot little bitch
something she had not bargained for. He moved one hand slightly
forward, wetting two of his fingers in her moistly heated cunt
before slipping them further back to her puckering little anus.
Then, with one vicious thrust, he wormed the pair of wet fingers
several inches into her tight rectal opening. Laurie's reaction
was entirely contrary to what the youth had expected. Instead of
the scream he was certain she would let out, she moaned sensually
and began to piston up and down along the blood-filled length of
his cock with a speed and force that he could only partially
match. The red-haired teenager was drowning in a whirlpool of
raw, unbridled wantonness, and she knew not nor cared why. She
had discovered the joys of fucking and she planned to enjoy life
and fucking as much as possible.
The brutal pummeling of the boy's own pelvic bone was
stimulating her as much as the pile-driving lunges he was making
with his penis, and she bucked beneath him wantonly as the hot
juices of her lust seeped out of her and onto the rumpled bed ...
She was stunned when she felt the premature gush of his hot sperm
shooting up into her writhing belly. It was too soon ... She was
so near, almost at her peak, and the astonishing explosion of
Tommy's climax brought tears to her eyes.
"Get off me, you rotten bastard!" she yelled, spreading her
legs wider and raising her naked young cunt into the air in search
of something else to fill it. She gaped up at the circle of naked
men standing around the bed, all staring at her obscenely open
cunt shining with the traces of the young boy's lewdly oozing
sperm.
"Fuck me, fuck me! What are you all waiting for?" she
pleaded hoarsely as she drew back her legs further and pulled
apart the fleshy wet lips of her cunt to present them a perfect
view of her openly throbbing cuntal passage. Then, through the
haze of her mad desire she saw the youngest hand, Billy. She was
dazzled when she looked from his stupid, heavy-jowled face down to
the awesome size of his cock. Groggily, she estimated that it
must be over ten inches long, perhaps even eleven, and the two
bulging balls swaying below it looked like fruit hanging under the
thick white limb of a tree.
"Hey, you guys, she's lookin' at me," he droned as a vacuous
grin spread over his dull-featured face. "Kin I fuck Miss Dow
next, huh, can I?"
"Might as well let him," the exhausted Tommy said. "She's
too damned hot to be satisfied with a normal-sized cock, right now
anyway."
"I ain't never fucked a real girl before ... just heifers
when there weren't nobody watching," the young hand confessed to
the others.
"I'll help you, Billy. I'll help, I promise," Laurie said
unevenly between gulpings for breath. The boy walked forward and
took Tommy's former position between the girl's eager thighs. She
stared at him kneeling there, his horse-like cock spanning out
from his flat stomach.
Eagerly she reached down between her open thighs, took hold
or the huge shaft of throbbing flesh with both hands, and placed
the bulbous head at the wet mouth of her hungrily throbbing cunt.
The faces of the waiting men came closer, leering at her delicate,
teenage pussy nestling in the soft coppery curls of pubic hair up
between her legs. Her pink little cunt was visibly pulsing, and
they longed to touch and pet it. Then, out of nowhere, Laurie
felt some man's hand cup and pinch her fleshy young breast,
digging into her sensitive white flesh hard enough to cause a moan
of protest to bubble from her throat. Another hand clamped her
other breast, and there were several more hands playing lightly
along her full firm thighs and the sides of her curvaceous
buttocks. Now her face was contorted in ecstasy, every muscle in
her body alive with the delightful tingling of her nerves. Slowly
she raised her wetly dilated pussy, presenting it up to the
virginal ranchhand in naked offering. It was his to violate at
will.
Billy grinned down at it, saliva beginning to dribble from
his slack mouth, his lips bared back over gleaming white teeth.
He looked down at the lovely young redhead's face, then at her
graceful tapering fingers wrapped around his thick cock. He
shuffled forward on his knees a few inches as she peered up
between her drawn-back knees into his face.
"Ram it to her snooty little pussy, kid!" exclaimed Tommy at
her side, and with a flick of his hips, the over-endowed ranchhand
did as he was told. With one mindless forward thrust of his hips,
he forced his enormous cock-head about two inches into her moistly
quivering cuntal lips, brutally expanding the tender yet stubborn
flesh almost to the tearing point. Laurie threw back her head and
tightly gritted her teeth against the wave of pain she knew was
coming, for nothing this huge had ever penetrated her body.
"Oooooooooh, ooooooh," she moaned in spite of her readiness.
Then the boy's massively thickened cock submerged two more
torturing inches up into her belly, the pain bolting through her
body like a herd of stampeding wild horses. And yet she held on,
certain that the agony would end in time, just as soon as her
passion-inflamed pussy grew accustomed to the monster invading
her. Billy murmured a panting appreciation of this never-before-
known carnal pleasure of a woman's cuntal flesh and leaned
forward, implanting two inches more, and two more, until with a
bull-like charge, he sank his great thickened cock all the way up
to the hilt in her painfully stretched cunt. The fourteen year
old girl bit at the inside of her lower lip to keep from crying
out as the innocent youth began to fuck into her with awkward,
shuddering heaves of his buttocks. She realized that it was not
his fault, that the others had set him up for this rape, and now
he was merely obeying his own instincts.
She finally felt her own instincts take over again as the
dull-minded lad began a steady revolving motion with his pelvis,
guiding his huge, pole-like rod of flesh up into her tight little
vagina until the pain was all but diminished, replaced by a lewd
demanding appetite for more of the crazed fucking she was
receiving. The other, impatient cowboys were aware of the change
in her and closed in to enjoy every twitch and bounce of the
lewdly locked bodies. Their faces hung within inches of Laurie's
straining nakedness, leering as if hypnotized at the wild fucking
the innocent boy was giving this beautiful, aloof young girl.
Laurie felt their hands once again grabbing at her everywhere,
massaging and tweaking her proud young breasts, crawling and
clawing at every part of her body that was available and not
covered by Billy.
She lifted her head slightly to look at them, a feeling of
genuine pride invading her as she sensed their wild desire and
strange respect for her. Anyone, particularly a mere girl of
fourteen, whose cunt could swallow Billy's fantastic cock, and
actually like it, was worthy of any man's respect. Over and over,
they rubbed and lewdly caressed her pinioned body; on each side,
their eager paws covered her, enhancing her pleasure all the more.
She felt a fingertip once more probing at her wildly puckering
rectum beneath the mammoth balls slapping into her helplessly
upturned buttocks with every stroke Billy made into her. She
winced slightly as the finger paused and probed, suddenly popping
inside the snug nether ring and worming deeply around at the
spongy, tender flesh inside. It roiled around, enlarging the tiny
opening as much as it had when Tommy's two fingers were in there,
until at last the very palm of the invading hand lay flat against
her smooth rounded ass-cheeks.
Her passion had reached hurricane proportions, and she did
not flinch when she felt the pulsing heat of an unidentified cock
nudging against her wetly parted lips in an effort to gain
entrance into the soft warm interior of her mouth. She relaxed
her jaw muscles to admit the warmly pulsating penis inside.
Craning her neck to that side, she immediately engulfed the
throbbing cock and began to suck crazily, swallowing each small
droplet of seminal fluid as though it was the last morsel of food
on earth.
Billy's orgasm came without warning, the sticky white sperm
jetting into the inhumanly stretched confines of her cunt in a
continual flow, filling her with hot scalding sperm until the
flesh-filled orifice could hold no more. She felt him raise his
trembling weight from her thighs to be replaced immediately by
another weight, another body, another cock. This new shaft of
male flesh began at once to fuck in and out of her wetly quivering
cunt while the finger embedded far up in her rectum played against
the thin membrane separating it from her vaginal channel. She
could sense it pressing upward, feeling the new penis scraping
against it. This outrageous debasement sent fresh masochistic
chills of delight coursing through her, and she fucked back
against the long pummeling cock and the probing finger without
shame. Hands from everywhere assisted her wildly humping hips,
pulling her up and down in a depraved rhythm that kept harmony
with the instruments fucking into her in three different places.
She was a sexual object now, a machine functioning expertly in the
service of pleasure. She screamed out her orgasm, convulsing in
the throes of it; then a minute later came again ... and again.
One after another, the roomful of hired hands took turns on
her, keeping her wetly heated cunt and soft sucking mouth filled
with male flesh. Great pools of white hot sperm formed under her
nakedly grinding buttocks and below her cock-stretched mouth, not
even soaking in before new deposits were added on top of them.
Laurie's mouth ached, and yet she sucked and licked and swallowed
without once slowing her tempo. Her hollowing and bloating cheeks
were smeared with glistening saliva and overflows of semen that
she had not been able to swallow fast enough.
Inevitably the wild, orgiastic scene came to a conclusion.
Tommy Ross and the hired hands, shaking their heads in
unbelievable wonder, departed. Laurie had lost track of how many
times she had climaxed during the orgiastic session. She knew
only that she had achieved the sublime heights of fulfillment she
had been craving day and night for the past two weeks. And now
she was thoroughly drained, cum-splattered, her lush young body
aching, bone weary ... and radiant! Nothing in the entire
universe could dredge up one more ounce of enthusiasm from her
satiated being. And yet ... there was a nagging thought, a
persistence that there still remained one more cock that her weary
body could accept, would always accept ... one more cock that she
had not captured ... Uncle Ned's!
Covering herself with the rumpled sheet, Laurie emitted a
sigh and slipped quickly into deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter 7
"Laurie, wake up! You're dreaming, baby--wake up!" Ned Dow
said urgently in his niece's ear. She was perspiring freely, and
her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of something that he
could not comprehend, but it looked almost like lust.
"Huh what? ... Oh. Uncle Ned. It's you," she said softly,
her eyes glimmering with a slow, sleep drugged awareness of her
relative's huge form hovering over her. Gradually her
surroundings came into focus, the darkened room, the rumpled bed
... and then the memory of what had transpired in this very room
only a few hours ago.
It was dusk, nearly five hours since she had pulled the sheet
over her to catch a few minutes of sleep after ... After ... Oh my
God, she thought in panic. I can't let him see me ... see the
room ... see the cum ... the torn remains of the shift ...
"I must've fallen asleep," she said, hurriedly, fresh panic
rising in her as she thought about the consequences of her uncle
finding out what had happened. "Am--am I late for dinner?" she
stammered in a frantic search for something to say, something to
draw attention away from herself, from the room.
"No, honey. I was just concerned about you ... Marie went
into town with me, and she just told me you hadn't touched the
lunch she fixed for you ... I thought maybe you were sick or
something," he said gently, with concern on his handsome face.
"NO ... no," she repeated more softly. "I wasn't hungry ...
I was tired and I decided to take a nap. I must have been more
tired than I thought."
"You sure you're all right? It looked like you were having a
bad dream."
"No ... not a bad dream ... It was different, a strange
dream," she said, stretching, yawning languidly, then raising one
naked arm to cover her mouth with her hand. It was then that she
felt the dried crust of orgastic juices covering her belly. She
realized, too, she was weak--and sore. "Tell Marie I'll be there
shortly," she said, smiling weakly up at her uncle's concerned
expression. "I want to shower. Then I'll be down. Okay?"
"Sure. Sure, honey. If you're sure you're all right."
"I'm fine," she answered. "After dinner I'll tell you about
the strange dream," she concluded with an ecstatic gleam in her
sparkling green eyes.
"Okay, honey. I'll tell Maria," her uncle said as he turned.
At the door he paused, glancing back. "Don't expect to keep me up
all night with your tales of weird dreams, though," he chuckled.
"It's been a long, hard day."
"Yes, it has ..." Laurie said softly.
* * *
After, dinner, in Ned Dow's darkened den, uncle and niece sat
side-by-side on a large, comfortable sofa watching a variety show
on the room's huge, colored television set. It was one of the few
extravagances the hard-working rancher allowed himself--other than
alcohol and an occasional woman. As he sipped on a small glass of
good bourbon, he could not help but think how ravishing his red-
haired niece looked tonight. She had taken a long time before
coming down to dinner, but when she had, it was to his amazement
and delight. She appeared at the table freshly scrubbed, her hair
arranged to perfection, the color high in her cheeks, wearing a
simple white dress with narrow, vertical, dark green stripes that
flared at hips and bust and narrowed at the waist, accentuating
her ripe yet youthfully blossoming figure. At the time, he had
wondered if this was a special occasion that he had somehow
forgotten, but when he had voiced his fear, the voluptuous
teenager had assured him that it wasn't it was simply a girlish
whim, a whim to please her wonderful uncle.
Laurie's mood had set the tone for a jovial meal, followed by
her suggestion that they watch television while enjoying an after-
dinner bourbon. Her suggestion struck him as odd, for he knew
that she cared little for alcohol in any form, but he passed it
off as an attempt on her part to please him, to act the part of
the woman she was quickly becoming.
Laurie sipped demurely at her own whiskey, watching her uncle
closely. She knew her impression on him this evening was having
the desired effect. It was all part of a plan that had begun with
the dream earlier in the day. While showering, her intuitive
female instinct had guided the plan smoothly along its logical,
straight-as-a-die seductual tracks. Much of it had been played by
ear, the right inflection of voice, the proper suggestion at just
the right moment, the fluttering of long, dark lashes as she held
his eyes. It was a whorish instinct born in her, an instinct that
was now just about to set the final, no-holding-back, no-holds-
barred, barbed hooks.
Suddenly, Ned stiffened. On the television screen six young,
girl dancers appeared dressed in scanty costumes that exposed the
major portion of their succulently bobbing breasts. Even the
narrow triangle of sequined material that covered the "vee" up
between their thighs was stretched erotically tight, molded to
their pubic mounds in such a way that even the protruding flesh of
their cuntal lips seemed delineated in startling clarity! God,
they were really beautiful, those kids ... but Christ, they were
almost indecent! What is television coming to these days?
Laurie squeezed his arm and giggled. "Why, Uncle Ned," she
said teasingly, "you're staring!"
"What ...?" Ned began, then flushed. "I ... Uh ... well,
this isn't the kind of thing I'm used to. Things were a little
different when I was your age."
"Things have progressed a lot," Laurie said, squeezing his
arm tighter. "I mean people are more honest!"
"I ... I guess so."
Laurie leaned up and kissed his cheek, letting her lips
linger a moment. "It's all right," she told him confidentially.
"I don't mind looking at their tits if you don't."
"Laurie!" Ned said, shocked.
Again, his lovely teenage niece giggled. "Don't you think
they have nice titties, Uncle Ned?"
"I ...I guess so, but really, girl, you ought to ..."
"Mine are nicer though, don't you think?"
"Laurie, for heaven's sake ...!"
The redheaded teenager's heart was beating at triphammer
speed in her chest. The moment was almost at hand, and she was
terribly excited. She was going to do something wonderful for
this man, her handsome uncle. She was going to show him the depth
of her love for him. She could feel her young, tenderly throbbing
pussy growing wet with arousal as she thought about what was going
to happen, and her buttocks squirmed involuntarily down into the
cushion.
"My tits are much nicer, Uncle Ned," she whispered
breathlessly. "Look!"
Without warning, she took Ned's hand and pressed it tightly
over her right breast, holding it there against the spongy
softness. "There!" she breathed. "Isn't that much nicer than
those girls on the screen?"
Ned gasped, his body stiffening on the sofa, as he felt his
teenage niece's softly quivering breasts against the palm of his
hand. His penis gave an involuntary leap in his trousers, and his
heart thudded wildly while his brain spun in shocked disbelief at
her wanton action. He tried to remove his hand, but she was
holding it tightly across her palpitating flesh, and the soft
warmth of it was like an electric shock running up the length of
his arm.
"My God, what are you ... what are you doing, Laurie?" he
managed to croak in a hoarse voice.
"Showing you that my tits are better than those girls'," his
niece replied pantingly. "I'll show you even better now ..."
Hunching forward, she took his hand lower, sliding it into the
loose bodice of her dress, holding it then over the hot softness
of her naked breast, the palm pressing tautly against the rigid
nipple of her tender young mound.
Ned gasped again, and he twisted on the couch, staring down
at his redheaded niece on the cushion beside him. Her bare breast
sent fiery needles through his whole body now, and sweat popped
out on his forehead. His brain continued to spin; he didn't
understand, couldn't fathom what this voluptuous fourteen year old
was doing ...
Her uncle's hand touching her naked flesh made Laurie shiver
with lascivious delight as she held it pressed over her trembling
breast. "Oh, Ned, your hand feels so good on my tit. I like you
to hold me like that!"
The older man couldn't seem to breathe. The sweat had flowed
down into his eyes now, obscuring his vision. Dear God, what is
she doing? I'm her uncle, not ... not some boy friend or lover
... doesn't she realize that? My own niece ... my innocent little
girl ... what's come over her to be acting this way ...?
Laurie turned her face up to his, breathing warm sweet air
against his skin, her eyes shining with something he had seen only
in women who were about to be loved. She began to move his hand,
around her ripely offered breast, the palm rolling her turgid
nipple in tantalizing little circles that caused her breath to
come faster and faster, her entire body trembling now with desire.
Ned was frozen, unable to stop her actions, his arm and hand like
placid clay in her dexterous fingers, his stomach a pit of fire at
the prurient sensations which had begun to course through him from
his niece's manipulations, from the erotic feel of his little
girl's naked flesh. His restlessly stirring cock jerked and
trembled, coming erect in his trousers, and he thought: No, no
this is wrong ... my God, I'm getting turned on by my own niece!
"Ned," Laurie whimpered. "Kiss me ... please kiss me!"
There was no other world left for Ned Dow now except that
tiny area of existence inside the darkened room; there were no
erotically dancing girls on the screen. There was nothing at all
except this mind-blowing tableau of his niece rubbing his hand
across her naked breast and begging him to kiss her, kiss her not
like a uncle, but like a lover.
Laurie raised her head and Ned, unable to move his head away,
could only stare wide-eyed into the liquid depths of the young
girl's smoky eyes as she brought her face over his, her lips
parting moistly and moving on his mouth. An implacable surge of
fiery passion seethed through the older man at the contact of his
young niece's lips on his own, and he began to tremble, her breast
under his hand now as hot as a burning mound of coal. Then
Laurie's hot, hard little tongue was flashing into his mouth,
darting madly around and against his tongue.
Ned's fully erect cock was palpitating with desire, and his
cum-filled balls ached at the contact of her lush teenaged body
with his. Her free hand went boldly down onto his knee, causing
him to jerk spasmodically with further electrical jolts of
pleasure, then she drew her hand higher, higher, moving it along
his thigh as her tongue and mouth worked passionately on his own,
as her sensually trembling body strained hard against his on the
couch ...
Laurie was consumed with raging desire now, for her plan was
succeeding and she would soon have the intense pleasure of making
love to this man she so loved, her uncle. She stroked his leg
with one hand while her other helped his rough finger to caress
her quivering breasts. The fourteen year old girl moaned deep in
her throat as she swirled his saliva with hers, uncle's and
niece's commingling in hot wetness in both their mouths.
This is wrong ... This is wrong ... this is wrong ... Ned's
mind chanted, but still he could do nothing to stop what was
happening. It was as if he had been held spellbound by the
enchantment of his niece and her softly heated flesh. His love
for her was as strong as he'd ever felt for any woman, intensified
by the exciting knowledge that they were of the same blood ...
excited that a beautiful young girl could feel a special need for
him. At this moment, he could not deny the driving emotions, the
all-consuming fire, which spiraled upward from his groin. God
help him, he wanted to fuck her! And he would--regardless of the
consequences!
His arms tightened convulsively around her as she caressed
his thigh with harder, quicker strokes. She released his hand on
her breast, brought it over to caress his chest through the cowboy
shirt he wore, both her hands moving hotly, restlessly, over her
uncle's trembling body. Ned tried in one last desperate attempt
at rational behavior to remove his hand from his niece's softly
resilient breast, but he couldn't, he couldn't move at ail except
to continue to caress her, hold her tightly to him, tweak her hot,
hard little nipples into further arousal, fuse his tongue with
hers in a madly wet hot kiss of desire.
Then his niece's eager, searching hand moved all the way up
his thigh, found the aching bulge between his legs, and began to
stroke it with gentle yet demanding fondlings. The touch of her
fingers on his hardened penis, his swollen balls, brought palsied
trembling to Ned, agonized animalistic groans from deep in the
core of his being. But he couldn't stop her, he couldn't stop her
at all ...
Oh he's so big. So much bigger than Ken! Laurie thought
wildly as she stroked her uncle's genitals. Oh I knew he would be
big. The biggest, I just knew it! It's so good, I'm glad I
decided to do this, I want you, Uncle Ned, I want you to fuck me.
Now his heavily breathing young niece's questing fingers
located the zipper of Ned's fly, began to draw it down. She broke
the kiss then, nuzzled his cheek, his neck, reveled in his
gasping. Against his ear she whispered hotly, "Let me take it
out, Uncle Ned. Let me take your beautiful cock out and squeeze
it in my hand and I'll make it get even harder!"
"L-Laurie ..." he managed to wheeze, in a last semblance of
rationality, of propriety, "you can't ... do this. It's wrong,
child, it's incest. We can't ..."
"Ned, Ned, I love you, I love you, I want you!"
"Ooohhhh ..."
"You love me too, don't you? You want to love me all the way
like I love you, don't you? Say you do, Uncle Ned, let me take
your cock out and hold it ..."
There was no more resistance left in Ned. Never had his body
been this hot, this consumed with desire. Yes, he wanted her!
Yes, damn it, yes, yes, yes! He loved her, he loved her more than
anything in the world, and this was the ultimate expression of
love, yes, yes, yes, "Yes, honey, oh God, yes, take it out,
yesssssss!"
Laurie's fevered fingers drew the zipper all the way down,
then went to his belt as Ned continued to massage her breasts
under the loose gown, showering hot kisses onto her red hair and
long slender neck. His lovely teenage niece unfastened his belt,
opened his pants, pulled them aside. Then her long-nailed fingers
slipped inside the waistband of his shorts, drew them down and
away from his hard, throbbing penis, as Ned lifted his buttocks
convulsively from the sofa cushion to help her.
Once his massively pulsating cock was free of its
constricting garments, free and naked in his niece's hot hand,
Laurie gasped at the immensity of it and at the hot rigidity of
the shaft of flesh of her uncle which she held so tightly in her
hand. Oh yes, yes, it was so big, so big and wonderful ...
Never had anything felt so good to Ned as his niece's little
fingers wrapped around his erection! Wave after wave of prurient
desire swept like a floodtide through his body, and he moaned
aloud in his ecstasy, mindless with arousal, past all caring of
anything but the lewd forbidden delight surging through his flesh.
Laurie transferred his burgeoning cock to her other hand, using
the former one to caress the underside of the shaft with her long
nails, up and down, up and down, teasing him until the boiling
sperm began to churn in her uncle's aching scrotum.
Her eyes open wide, fiery desire in control of her own body
completely now, Laurie stared down at the huge, palpitating cock
she held in her hand. Who would have thought that she would so
revel in a man's penis, a part of her mind cried. But Ken's long
hard shaft of flesh inside her at the cabin that day had opened a
whole new world of wonderment and desire, a world she had plunged
into joyfully, embracing it to the fullest. It was beautiful, her
uncle's cock was beautiful, all cocks were beautiful, yes, but her
Uncle Ned's was the most beautiful of them all ...
She continued to stare almost hypnotically at the quivering
head of his manhood, glistening moistly in the darkness of the
room from its sheen of excited lubrication, the unseeing eye
staring at her like some pagan symbol of pleasure. It seemed to
sway in her hand, as if with a hidden power of its own, commanding
her to come nearer, to engulf it within the soft wet warmth of her
mouth!
Laurie opened her mouth, licking her lips, allowing her
tongue to stretch out between them. She moved her head slowly
downward until it was only an inch above the wavering head of her
uncle's uncontrollably pulsating cockhead and her jutting pink
little tongue almost touching the tiny secreting eye.
Ned realized in that moment what his niece wanted to do, what
she was about to do, and he was seized with a momentary pang of
guilt. But even as he thought it, the tremendous excitement of
the act hit him full force, causing his eagerly throbbing cock to
leap anticipatorily in his teenage niece's hand, and he knew he
did want it to happen, no matter what, he wanted her to suck his
cock! That was all that made any sense, all that really counted,
this young girl he loved so much.
Her uncle's warmly pulsing penis was the only important thing
in the world for young Laurie Dow now. She dipped her head
forward, her heart threatening to burst through her chest cavity,
her wet little pussy raging with desire ... and then her tongue
touched the rubbery glans of her uncle's lust-swollen cockhead,
touched it and tasted the bittersweet pungency of his seminal
fluid. Yes! her mind cried exultantly, yes, so good, it was
good, her uncle's cock tasted so good ...!
Laurie began to swirl her tongue around the heated glans
opening, lapping up all of the sticky emission there, and her
uncle groaned wildly, his fingers convulsing in his niece's red
hair at the electric touch of her moistened tongue on his eagerly
quivering cock. She ovaled her mouth wider and sucked the entire
head up inside, moving her tongue in circular, progressively
faster strokes, holding the thick base between her thumb and
forefinger with one hand while she tickled his spermladen balls
with the nails of the other.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Ned wailed in abandoned delight, his fingers
convulsively twisting in his niece's swirling roan hair. "Oh yes,
my darling, oh yesssss! Suck it!"
Laurie began to suck rhythmically up and down, taking more
and more of his great throbbing shaft of flesh into the interior
of her soft young mouth, her tongue swirling against the sensitive
underside of his cock on each withdrawal stroke. She used the tip
of her tongue to part the glans opening, widening it so that more
semen flowed out against her tongue. Her uncle jerked his hips
upward off the sofa convulsively, driving his thick rod deep and
hard against the roof of Laurie's hungrily sucking mouth. He was
moaning in enraptured cadence now, squeezing her breasts hotly and
almost painfully, his balls aching with his impending cum.
His lovely young niece was sucking him like a gluttonous
unweaned calf now, completely lost in the lewdness of the act
which she was performing, reveling in the salacious taste of her
uncle's cock and it's seeping male emissions. Ned's naked
buttocks twisted and rolled on the cushion as the intensity of her
sucking increased. She began to nibble his rock-hard member,
wanting him to cum, wanting to taste his hot seed as it filled her
mouth to overflowing. Her own loins were aching with increasing
tension as her orgasm built higher and higher, wanting to cum
herself as she knew her uncle would soon cum, wanted them both to
cum together, uncle and niece, lovers ...
She began to suck him faster and faster, more wildly, her own
hips churning madly as her wetly ovaled mouth strained down on his
lap, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her head bobbed up and down
with frenzied speed, like some impossibly functioning piston,
taking all of his long thick cock into her hot young mouth. The
girl's lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of her
uncle's pubic hair on the downstroke, and she could smell the
intoxicating aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils,
spurring her on even faster.
Never, never, had anything been this wonderful for Ned ...
not even Barbara Ross' expert manipulations. This was the
greatest, this was the ultimate ... He had to cum, had to cum, in
his little girl's mouth, had to cum, had to cum, had to--
And suddenly, without warning, he did!
"Aaaaagggghhh, that's it, baby, I'm cumming, oh my little
baby, I'm cummmiiinnngggg!"
He jammed his hips upward, burying his exploding penis deep
in his niece's soft throat, while she moaned ecstatically. The
first hot spurts of semen spewed from the opening in his glans
head, inundating the back of the teenage girl's mouth, geysering
madly from his crazily jerking penis. Her throat tightened as
torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed forth, and she
swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the creaming liquid,
her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth
filled and emptied, filled and emptied.
Laurie's own orgasm blasted through her convulsing little
pussy then, brought about and triggered by the act she was
performing, the total abandonment of it, of loving her uncle this
way. Wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release took hold of her ten
times as great and wonderful as with Ken, or Hank, or Will, or
Tommy, or the hired hands. She gurgled and squealed around her
uncle's cock, still swallowing his seemingly never-ending flow of
white hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious drop of the
delicious male seed. She reached a height so dizzying, a pinnacle
of pleasure so great, that her young mind threatened to burst from
the sheer physical pressure of it.
Finally, moments later, her uncle's cock deflating in her
mouth, Laurie lifted her head, letting the pleasure-giving
instrument slide wetly from between her lips, trailing a lewd
string of his cum between her mouth and his cock-head. Ned lay
back against the sofa, half comatose from the excruciating bliss
he had just known from his niece's warm wet mouth on his cock,
unable to think, unable to do anything in the aftermath of such
great delight.
Laurie leaned over and kissed him, tenderly, on the mouth
with her sperm-glistening lips, hugging him fiercely, and into his
ear she whispered, "I love you, Uncle Ned, I wanted to make you
happy."
It was a long moment before Ned could answer, and then he
said, the words filling him with a new sense of himself, of life,
of love, "Yes, my darling, you made me happy. You made me happier
than I've ever been in my life."
"Uncle Ned, I love you so much!"
"And I, you, Laurie honey. That's all that counts, I guess
... that's all that really counts."
Together, uncle and niece snuggled there in one another's
arms, and young Laurie Dow was filled with elation, with joy
incomparable. It was perfect, this relationship she now had with
her uncle, what she had done tonight had indeed been right. Now,
in a few moments, there remained only the second part of her plan
to make things absolutely perfect, irreconcilably perfect.
She kissed her uncle again, smiling as she thought about what
was going to happen ...
Chapter 8
Even though he felt the loss of contact with his niece's
warm, lush body and the movement as she rose from the sofa, Ned
Dow's eyes remained closed as he fought to regulate his ragged
breathing--the result of his mind-blowing orgasm of moments
before. Slowly, ever so slowly, his satiated body began to
respond; his breath returned to normal, and a semblance of
strength began to creep back into his pounding bloodstream. At
last he opened his eyes.
Immediately, the blood began to hammer at his temples. His
flaccid penis, only moments before, sucked to an exquisite climax
by the succulent lips of his teenage niece, jerked once, twice,
then began slowly swelling with a fresh supply of resurgent,
desire-stimulated blood. His eyes popped wide with wonder--fixed,
unblinking. Before them stood the most arousing stimulant ever
perceived--the subtle, naked curves of the most delicious creature
on earth; the glorious splendor of all womanhood; the nubile
seductiveness of his own fourteen year old niece!
Laurie walked toward him, her lips parted sensually, her eyes
gleaming, her alluring buttocks swaying provocatively. The ripe
firm mounds of her breasts jiggled with enticing motion, and the
nipples hardened and lengthened even more as he watched. She
stopped directly in front of him, running the tip of her wet, pink
tongue slowly over her lips, her eyes staring at his now bulging
erection. Then she reached out and touched his pulsating
maleness, the electric contact causing him to jerk spasmodically.
Her laughter was soft, husky, almost lewd.
"Do you want me now?" she asked.
"Yes! Oh God, yes. Yes!"
Watching her uncle's eyes now, Laurie slowly lifted her hands
and began to slide her palms up and down along her flanks, up to
cup her proudly ripened breasts, kneading them gently, pushing
them out toward him provocatively. Then her hands were stroking
the flatness of her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the
tips of her long nails were touching the soft resilient "vee" of
her copper-colored pussy hair. She held that pose for a long
moment, thumbs pressing against her hipbones, fingers splayed
across her naked belly. Ned sat frozen with mounting desire,
watching her with widened eyes, completely captivated by her lewd,
enticing motions. His thick rigid cock was pounding madly,
jutting out to within inches of his beautiful niece's gleaming
young flesh.
Laurie's hands began to move again, slowly, the fingertips
dipping lower through the soft silken pubic triangle, blazing a
path toward the wetly glistening cuntal slit up between her long
beautiful legs. Then they reached it, she placed the thumb and
forefinger of her left hand on either side of her fleshy vaginal
lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink
bud of her already erectly throbbing little clitoris to her
uncle's lust-ridden gaze.
She used her right index finger to tweak it, sending more
rivulets of vaginal lubrication trailing down her already moist
inner thighs. Her finger went lower, then poised at the wet
little mouth of her cunt, and then slipped tantalizingly inside,
burying itself to the first knuckle, then the second. She
withdrew it, slid it in again, withdrew it, slid it in, finger-
fucking herself in front of the older man with salacious delight
as she watched Ned's sweating face and the wild desire she saw
mirrored there.
Faster and more frenzied her outstretched finger slid in and
out of her moistly heated pussy, and, as she rolled and flung her
hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh
from her own manipulations, she began to croon hypnotically to
him, "I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me! Hard and hot
and wild. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're
fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. I want to have
your big throbbing cock far up in my belly, shooting hot juice
into me, making me cum at the same time ..."
Ned couldn't stand it any longer. Her obscene words drove
him to a fever pitch of excitement. He leaned forward, grabbing
her, pulling her hard down to him, planting hot wet kisses on her
face and her neck and her quivering young breasts--and all the
while, Laurie kept sliding her long delicate finger in and out of
her moist vagina, reveling in the wild feelings of wantonness
which rippled through her excited body. She pressed hard against
him, grinding he? naked hips into him as her mouth sought and
round his, crushing his huge pulsating cock against her belly, his
desire-tautened balls scraping the back of her hand as she finger-
fucked herself with ever-increasing abandon.
Finally, as the fourteen Year old girl aroused herself to the
point of near orgasm, she pulled her finger from her tightly
clasping cunt with a soft lewd sucking sound, her tongue swirling
crazily into her uncle's mouth, fusing with his own burning probe.
Then her hands were in his pants, already down around his knees,
impatiently pulling them off his legs. She grasped his excitedly
throbbing cock in her small hand, stroked it lovingly, fingernails
tickling the hirsute sac of his testicles. She rolled the ball of
her thumb back and forth over the swollen, purplish head,
spreading the thin ooze of seminal fluid flowing from the glans
opening there over the entire expanse of the quivering knob,
eliciting low moans of delight from his throat.
The acute pleasure wrought by her lewd caresses inflamed his
brain into a cauldron of lust. He had to have her, now, right
now! His fevered hands dragged her down onto the sofa, entwining
his body with hers, reveling in the warm, musky smell of her
female readiness. He showered more hungry kisses on her naked
flesh, licking and sucking at her nipples, rolling each one around
and around his tongue. His hands dipped under to cup the smooth
satiny surface of her buttocks, squeezing the flesh almost
painfully in his desire. Laurie was breathing into his ear, hot
and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice,
racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand
searched down between their tightly clasping bodies, located his
hotly pulsating penis again, and their tongues lashed and twirled
together inside their mouths. The fourteen year old girl crushed
the full length of her ripe young body against his and ground her
pelvis hard up against his groin, still hanging onto his lust-
thickened hardness.
Without warning, she rolled herself over on top and straddled
her naked uncle's hips, holding his warmly jerking penis between
the fingers of her right hand as she poised it at the entrance to
her wetly quivering cunt. Slowly, she inched herself downward,
parting the soft petal-like folds of her tender young cunt with
the massive head of her uncle's cock. She made soft mewling
sounds of an almost mindless delight at the feel of his monstrous
shaft up inside her pussy for the first time. Ned echoed the
moans, knowing now that she wasn't a virgin, but reveling in the
soft warmth of her tight young cunt around his thick pulsing
penis, knowing that she was now his and whatever had gone before
didn't really matter.
Quickly, Laurie sheathed the full length of her uncle's
heatedly throbbing organ with her quivering cuntal flesh, his
virile hardness filling her belly with the hot hard expanse of his
shaft. Her face was wildly contorted with lust as she lifted her
hips up to bring all but his swollen cock-head out of her pussy,
while Ned slid his hands up along her smooth belly and squeezed
her nakedly swaying breasts. He levered up with his buttocks at
the same time, sending his fleshy shaft soaring along the soft
clasping channel of his kneeling niece's cunt to pound hard
against the tip of her cervix. Laurie cried out in pleasure-pain,
and, using her knees as levers, she began to pump up and down his
swollen rod of flesh with incensed abandon, climbing it almost to
its uppermost point but never allowing the bloated cock-head to
escape the hair-fringed lips of her wetly quivering pussy, always
levering back down rapaciously to impale herself on the thick
pistoning penis which sent so many pin-pricks of delight racing
through her belly and loins and breasts.
Ned reached up to grasp the naked curves of the lovely young
girl's back and hips, eliciting little mewling sounds of pleasure
from her. The raised ridges of her spine felt white-hot to him as
she undulated her sensually ripened body against him in slow
fucking rhythm, which almost drove him out of his mind. The
sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned
flesh, giving testimony to the secret power she possessed. In
response, she began to trail her nails across his chest, leaving
small red welts in their sharp path.
Pushing his hands further down beneath her, Ned cupped the
fullness of her lithe young buttocks in the palms of his sweat-
slick hands, pulling her heated pussy hard down against his
impaling nakedness. He ground up and down into her fiery cuntal
passage, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion took
command of her shamelessly aroused body.
Laurie began to fuck with insane fury up and down on the
rigid rod of flesh filling her tight young cunt. She ground her
frantically quivering pussy down hard against him as her right
hand dipped down between her uncle's legs to fondle and caress his
sperm-filling balls. Ned's fingers sought and found his niece's
swollen breasts, squeezing them painfully, thumb and forefinger
tweaking the buds until she cried out loudly with a lewd delight.
Oh Christ, Ned thought in wonderment, nothing has ever been like
this, this is the most exciting goddamn moment I've ever known ...
Oh God, I want to cum, I want to cum in my sweet little niece's
pussy the way I came in her mouth. I want to, I want to, I want
to! And I'm going to!
For minutes, fourteen year old niece and uncle wantonly
bucked and writhed against one another, straining with every fiber
of their beings for orgasm. The only sounds were grunts and moans
of wild desire, heavy exertion, and the wet slapping of naked
flesh against naked flesh. It seemed as if the very world held
its breath, waiting, waiting for this salacious spectacle of
incest to end.
Suddenly, Ned howled, "I'm ... I'm there, baby doll, honey,
I'm going to cum. Oh, shit, faster, fuck faster. I'm going to
cummmm!"
He heaved up to meet the wildly pistoning downstrokes of his
niece's hotly clenching young cunt as the first white-hot jets of
his sticky white semen burst upward through his wildly jerking
cock to fill his little girl's tight, clasping pussy almost to the
overflowing. So intense was this explosion of his sperm into the
young girl's belly, that his head jerked up, banging into the arm
of the sofa. And then, the climaxing couple were joined, tongues
fusing, exchanging hot wet saliva in a soul kiss that added fervor
to their simultaneous releases.
The boiling white seed exploding against her cervix, was all
that was needed to send Laurie over the brink of her own orgasm.
"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... oh ...!" she moaned in chanting cadence as
she came, fucking maniacally up and down on her uncle's
ejaculating penis. This was the finest moment of her life, to be
made to cum by her own uncle's cock, to feel him shooting his hot
male sperm deep up into her convulsing little pussy. His cum
commingled with his young niece's and then flowed out around his
deflating penis to make pools of glistening warm liquid on his
belly and on the sofa beneath their lewdly twisting bodies.
Moments later, totally spent, totally satiated, for neither
of them had ever before experienced such a mind-blowing sexual
intensity, uncle and niece lay silently on the couch, touching one
another as if in thankfulness for what had happened. Laurie lay
lovingly in her uncle's arms, her hand resting lightly on his now
flaccid cock; Ned's arms were about her naked shoulders, holding
her sweat-streaked body pressed to him. As his mind slowly
returned to reality, he knew that this was truly the finest night
of his life. He had everything he ever wanted in the world now,
and there would be no more loneliness, no more sadness for either
of them in the coming years ...
The End
Epilogue
Shortly after dinner nearly a week later, Laurie could not
stop her hands from trembling as she sat alone in her room,
holding the still-sealed envelope containing Ken Chester's letter.
Evidently, it had arrived that afternoon and had been placed on
her dresser by Maria. Finally she could not restrain herself
another second and tore open the envelope, her eyes eagerly
searching at the bottom of the page for the blond lover's
signature and then rising to begin reading the contents.
Dear Laurie,
I'm sorry I've not had an opportunity to write before this,
but I know you understand how busy I am. I'm very busy rewriting
the manuscript and am working with a wonderful editorial staff
trying to meet a rapidly approaching deadline.
In any case, I miss you and very often think of the marvelous
times we had together at the cabin and up in the mountains. I
hope that you've been able to forgive me for what might be
considered as my having taken advantage of your innocence. I was
lonely, though, and lonely passionate men sometimes do selfish
things.
As for me, when I'm not working--which isn't very often--I've
been dating a lovely girl, a member of the staff and we've shared
moments together that reminded me of you.
I hope we meet again in the not too distant future.
Meanwhile, please write and tell me what you've been up to at the
ranch.
Love,
Ken
Laurie sat quietly for a moment, allowing the impersonal
words to sink in, and then bent over to place her face in her
hands as the flood of tears rose to her eyes. He had no right,
she thought, no right at all to write her such a cold, offhand
letter, one in which he had the unmitigated audacity to mention
that his latest bed-partner reminded him of her ... as though
their bodies and minds were replicas of one another. Well,
damnit, she would sit down and let him know just how different she
was!
Less than an hour later she finished and leaned back in her
chair, stretching. She began rereading the letter before sealing
it up in an envelope:
Dear Ken,
I've just read your letter and am replying right away ...
while I have time. I'm having seven or eight friends in for a
little party tomorrow afternoon and must get ready.
I appreciate your concern for me, but I really insist that
you needn't worry yourself You see, I'm truly grateful for the
time we spent together this summer, and, while it's true that you
relieved me of my virginity, I'm finding out now that it was a
greater burden than I ever realized. I may not be the "real
woman" you said that a few "fucks" would make me, but I'm trying
my level best with the resources at hand to rise to everyone's
expectations of me. So far. I'm more pleased with my popularity
than with whatever progress I'm making toward genuine womanhood.
I'm happy that you've found a satisfactory playmate who
reminds you of me, and I hope you're lucky enough to remember her
right name. I can imagine the distress she would feel if, in the
midst of passion, you blurted out "Laurie" instead of her name.
Uncle Ned has been working with the stallion, trying to make
him behave. It seems dubious, though, that he will ever do
anything but climb mares and yearn to be free again.
I won't be returning to private school this fall as I've
convinced Uncle Ned that I will be of more value here on the
ranch, and he has graciously consented to let me finish high
school in Sugar Pine.
Until we meet, keep thinking of me as you have been, for I'll
be doing exactly what you'll be doing when your lady co-worker
helps you relax.
Cheers,
Laurie
After addressing and sealing the envelope, Laurie stood up,
running her hands down over her firm young thighs. Humming to
herself, she crossed the room and stood gazing out the window
toward the Chiquita Range. In the twilight the mountains were a
bluish-purple color, and there were enormous tumbling gray clouds
drifting south over the peaks. She felt as free and high as they
we ...
Behind her, the bedroom door opened softly. Laurie turned,
her hands at once reaching toward her slender, young neck and the
drawstring of the gauzy shift she was wearing. She smiled as
Uncle Ned proudly strode toward her ...
The End
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