The Rancher's Niece
by Paul Grimshaw
(BSS-667T)


FOREWORD 

It has been argued among knowledgeable people that if attractiveness for 
mate selections is determined by similarity of attitudes, values, needs and 
background, the heterosexual choice from within the family is the most 
natural and understandable . . . except that custom and law forbid it. 

Why this is forbidden is a question still hotly debated by anthropologists. 
Present-day science seeks to justify continuation of the prohibition against 
incest on biological and genetic grounds. Inbreeding brings recessive genes 
to the fore, they argue, and since these are largely maladaptive, thoroughly 
inbred groups show a tendency toward decadence. However, this process of 
deterioration admittedly stretches over many generations and presupposes 
continuance of the inbreeding process. 

In this novel, the forbidden act of incest plays an important role in the 
lives of the Dow family, as well as the escapades of the nefarious Rosses, 
Will and Barbara, and is not apt, we feel, to be a reading experience 
quickly forgotten. 

We also feel it pertinent, however, to remind our readers that the horror of 
incest is not a relatively recent development in human psychology and 
ethics. The ancient dynasties of Egypt and Peru practiced incest. Incest was 
indulged in by all of the archaic gods. The authors of the Book of Genesis 
must have accepted the idea as the sole means of explaining Adam's and Eve's 
descendents. The horror, then, of incest, which we all feel or pretend to 
feel, is indeed an acquired feeling. Since every race has adopted stern 
legal measures to prevent incest, it can only be because a desire for the 
act is one of the cravings which mankind is constantly struggling against. 

Incest has been woven into the pattern of civilization since our earliest 
Hebrew records, and it will doubtless continue so long as man wrestles with 
the inner animal which appears to dominate him in many situations. However, 
as one reviews the progress of civilization and is able to contemplate the 
countless billions of genes and chromosomes which go into our rather dubious 
makeup, he is faced with the wonder that we are actually civilized at all. 
We are fortunate to possess, in spite of all else, a great capacity for love 
and tenderness and kindness and compassion, and as long as these emotions 
exist, the absolute fall of mankind may yet be avoided. 

Yet, modern society is one of the greatest hypocrites of all time. 

In one breath, the collective Voice of the dwellers of Society decries the 
"sexual degeneration" of our world, the collapse of latter-day mores; it 
denounces the growing permissiveness of a world made smaller and smaller 
with each passing decade by technological and scientific discoveries and 
advancements. And yet another equally loud voice pleads for Love with a 
capital "L" wife to love husband, sister to love brother, mother to love 
son, man to love woman and his fellow man. But now, when sexual experience 
is the ultimate expression of feeling, can the search for physical meaning 
and gratification and the need to give of oneself for the individual one 
feels so strongly for, be demeaned? 

Simply, how can Love and Sex be divorced from one another in theory and in 
practice? 

This is the theme of the soul-searching novel presented here; a novel of Man 
and Woman struggling against sociological pressures and teachings that are 
in total and violent conflict with their own drives and emotions. It is a 
novel of ultimate love and ultimate sex, relationships which can and will 
shock some more unenlightened readers but whose principle message is one 
which dates back to Greek antiquity and beyond, to the very beginnings of 
Time. It is a novel of Youth and the crossroads, of a Family at the turning 
point; a novel of denial and fulfillment, of fear and total peace. 

Truly, we the Publishers, can say that this is a novel of Today . . . 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The plane came down into the long valley, beginning its descent some twenty 
miles north of the airfield. Row after neat row of peach, plum and nectarine 
trees loaded with nearly ripe fruit slithered by, shimmering greenly in the 
afternoon sunlight, contrasting sharply with the burned brown hills to the 
west. To the east, where water seldom touched the earth, small clusters of 
rock and an occasional scraggly oak dotted the landscape, which rose in 
hilly waves. Beyond, the majesty of the mighty Sierra's jutted skyward, now 
barely discernible in the laxy heat and ever-increasing smoggy haze of late 
June. Below, a solitary man scratched a groove in a small plot of rich brown 
soil with a wooden plow pulled by a shaggy horse a scene that in the 
mechanized world of California's San Joaquin Valley was a rare oddity. Then 
the plane was over the runway and the pilot set the sleek jet down with a 
precise and practiced delicacy that produced but one small yelp of rubber. 

Inside the neat little terminal the temperature was sweltering, yet was 
considerably cooler than the outside temperature which was rapidly 
approaching one-hundred five. But in the confusion of greetings and luggage 
and amplified announcements it was scarcely noticed. However, a long-legged, 
young girl of sixteen in a dark blue top and puff-sleeved white blouse 
noticed it, and as her roan-red hair swished back and forth with the 
movement of her questing green eyes, she wished she had remembered to wear 
something cooler. Presently, she heard her name being announced over the 
public address system, and it gave her a self-conscious start. Then, 
mindlessly obeying its summons, she strode with youthful abandon toward the 
information desk, took the folded note from the uniformed clerk, blushing 
visibly at his open lewd appraisal of her curvaceous young body and retired 
to a seat, unfolded the slip of paper, and read: 

Dearest Laurie; 

I'm terribly sorry no one is there to meet you, but some damn bear spooked 
the horses last night and I had to send all the hands out to round them up. 
I would have come myself, but Hank's taking out a pack trip this afternoon 
and I have to make the arrangements and get them off safely. 

No need to fret, honey, I'll fetch you first thing in the morning. In the 
meantime I've made arrangements for you to stay at the Oasis Motel. Take a 
cab over there and the desk clerk will pay the fare. It's all arranged and 
I'll call you this evening. I'm sorry, honey, but there was nothing else I 
could do. They've got a nice pool and the clerk will give you spending 
money. Talk to you tonight. 

Love, Uncle Ned 

Visibly disappointed, the pretty teenager folded the note, rose, picked up 
her single piece of luggage, walked to the entrance and hailed a cab. 

Minutes later, after the fare had been paid and she had been shown to her 
room by the gracious motel manager, Laurie kicked off her low-heeled shoes 
and flopped wearily onto the large, soft bed. God but this feels good! she 
thought, relaxing into the luxurious mattress and letting the cool breeze of 
the room's air conditioner wash over her as her eyes inspected the room. It 
was certainly a far cry from the room at school, she mused, even more 
elegant than her bedroom at the ranch. 

It was a long room in gold and green, with not one, but two huge beds, all 
of it bright in the dazzle of the sun reflected off the pool not ten paces 
from her own private patio. Presently, she got up and pulled the cords that 
creaked the heavy yellow draperies across the acre of windowed patio-wall, 
turning the room into a shadowy gloom of gold. The whisper of the hushed 
cool air made it seem like an oasis, just like the name implied, Laurie 
thought. 

Suddenly, struck with an idea, the curvaceous teenager turned from the 
curtained glass wall and padded softly on nyloned feet into the bathroom 
vestibule, opened her suitcase, and rummaged until she found the two wisps 
of colorful cloth. With quick familiar ease she slipped out of her clothing 
and into a skimpy bright yellow bikini, then padded back across the room, 
out the curtained wall, across the flag-stoned patio, and without hesitation 
dove cleanly and artistically into the refreshing arms of the cool blue 
pool. 

* * * 

After several hours of basking in the sun, slipping occasionally into the 
pool when she could no longer stand the heat, Laurie had returned to her 
room and changed into a light-weight miniskirt and low-cut blouse. She had 
been sitting at the vanity brushing her hair when her uncle phoned: After 
assuring him she was fine, that the manager was taking good care of her, and 
that she would be ready at 8 a.m., she said good night, hung up, finished 
brushing her long red hair, and wandered over to the motel's coffee shop for 
a meal which she had found tasteless. 

Now, in the hour after sunset, she strolled leisurely through the garden 
that surrounded the empty pool, savoring the heady fragrance of hyacinth 
blossoms mingling with the lesser aroma of other flowers that was released 
in the cooler evening air. Color had faded from the sky; dim stars became 
suddenly visible; and the moon, which had already risen, proclaimed itself. 
The raucous clack of male crickets incessantly rubbing their leathery 
forewings together grew louder, dominating the night air which otherwise was 
exceptionally still. Occasionally, the solitary croak of a lonely frog, 
mingling with muted door-closings and garbled dronings of television sets 
from the few occupied rooms, reached her ears. 

Although it was cooler, it was still horribly humid and the pretty 
adolescent wished to free herself from the confines of even the lightweight 
clothing which stuck moistly to her body. She hated to leave the quiet of 
the garden which suited her solitary nature, but finally compromised by 
deciding to undress, shower, put on the single cool nightgown she possessed, 
and then lounge on the patio. 

In the bathroom of her room, she quickly stripped off her clothes, adjusted 
the shower head until the spray became needle points of water, growing 
hotter and hotter until clouds of steaming vapor began to billow upward, 
filling the bathroom like a humid sauna. Stepping in, she gasped as the 
stinging water beat against her naked white skin, turning it a bright rosy 
hue. For five minutes she scrubbed herself under the hot, prickly shower 
spray, lathering and scrubbing her curvaceous young body free of stickiness, 
lazily running the soap over her swelling breasts and full-fleshed thighs, 
her mind intent on the pleasures that summer vacation would bring. 

Finally, the young girl turned off the water and stepped out of the tub 
enclosure, reaching for a fluffy towel with which to dry herself. She looked 
at herself as she rubbed the towel up and down her tender young skin, at the 
way her firmly rounded breasts jiggled from the rubbing and her rose-crested 
nipples grew larger and distended from the inadvertent manipulations. 

She liked the way the towel parted her red-gold pubic curls and showed off 
her coral-smooth pussy flesh and the small bud-like clitoris which nestled 
so invitingly there. Seeing it gave her a sudden start, a tingling in her 
youthful loins that always precluded her guilty sex thoughts forbidden 
thoughts of whether she should tease her finger up and down her hotly 
moistening vagina until the tiny little prickles of pleasure came billowing 
out through every fiber of her body. She never put her finger all the way up 
inside, even though the hair-lined mouth of her pulsating little cunt 
flowered open so provocatively, as though wanting to suck her searching 
finger up into its impatiently waiting depths. But somehow she'd always 
managed to resist that; yet now, staring down and seeing the softly pouting 
vaginal lips swell with automatic sensual arousal, seeing the beginning 
droplets of feminine excitement form on them like dew on the petals of a 
rose, she shivered at the way she couldn't control her body chemistry the 
glandular changes that had become more and more persistant lately. 

Self-determinedly, Laurie sighed, finished drying herself, and replaced the 
towel on the rack. As she did so, the reflection of her naked young body in 
the mirror on the back of the bathroom door caught her eye. 

The reflection showed the body of a tall girl, nearly eight inches over five 
feet, with a body that was voluptuously and symmetrically proportioned. 
Roan-red hair hung to her sloping white shoulders and she swept it back now, 
studying the smooth skin of her shoulders and the light sprinkle of freckles 
that tapered invitingly downward, stopping just short of the cream-white 
skin of her already exceptionally well-rounded breasts, and the rose-dark 
aereoles which made perfect accents for her pinkly ridged nipples. 
Languidly, she raised her arms over her head, stretching the full mounds of 
her breasts taut in a classic nude pose. 

She stood that way for a long moment, letting her eyes move down over the 
flat surface of her belly, past the tiny puckered outline of her navel, down 
to the silky, golden red triangle of her pussy which highlighted the roundly 
curving fullness of her vaginal lips. Once again she saw the tiny pink tip 
of her clitoris peeking out from the soft puffy slit in an almost childish 
shyness. Abruptly, Laurie realized the obscene direction of her thoughts and 
she flushed guiltily. 

Turning slightly, she examined the firm-dimpled roundness of her milk-white 
buttocks, the rippling muscles in the back of her tapered thighs, then 
studied her calves and ankles which were slim and shapely. It was a good 
body, and she was proud of it. But she was torn with guilt over the 
forbidden sensual awareness that seemed to constantly dominate her thoughts. 

Stoically, forcing such sinful ideas from her mind, the pretty teenager 
padded into the bedroom and slipped into the naughtily sheer rose-colored 
gown which she knew accentuated and revealed far too much of her flawlessly 
voluptuous figure, and which she only allowed herself to wear at school when 
her roommate was absent. Putting a thin opaque robe on over this, she sat 
down at the vanity to brush her flaming red hair once again. Stroke followed 
stroke until she was finally satisfied. Then she laid the brush aside, 
crossed to the patio, slipped deep into a chaise lounge with long legs 
outstretched, and relaxed, letting the night sounds wash over her. 

Twilight had become night, but the full moon had grown brighter, and the 
pool and garden were bathed in a soft, yellow light. It was quieter now than 
before, only a few television sets still mumbled, no doors closed, and the 
persistant crickets had lapsed into a more subtle cacophony, blending in 
awkward harmony with the solitary frog who, it seemed, had not found a mate 
to answer his vibrato croaking. As the air continued cooling, the fragrance 
of hyacinth seemed even more overbearing, and Laurie reveled in the sensual 
aroma. 

Suddenly, a strange new sound permeated her consciousness; a noise that 
sounded like water lapping at the edge of a pool. But how could that be, she 
wondered, for she could see the pool and there was definitely no one in it; 
the water was still; the reflection of the moon lay shimmering eerily on its 
flat surface. Besides, the noise was much closer, off to the right possibly 
on the next patio, curiously, Laurie rose and peeked around the bamboo 
screen that separated her patio from the other, but did not obscure the view 
toward the pool and garden. 

How silly! she thought. It was just a woman's bikini swim suit hung up to 
dry, dripping water with plat-plat-plat regularity onto the concrete 
decking. She started to turn, then suddenly froze in mid-stride, her mouth 
dropping open in incredulity. 

A beautiful young girl, seen through the partially opened curtains of the 
adjacent motel room, slithered into view, strolling sensuously from the far 
end of the room. She came toward the open patio door, moving with the poise 
of a model, wearing the sheerest of pale blue peignoirs, short and daringly 
open down to her small belted waist. Around her slender throat was a 
half-inch ribbon of black velvet which contrasted startlingly with her 
alabaster white skin. It matched precisely the long raven-black hair brushed 
forward to partially cover her large swaying breasts that jiggled incitingly 
as she moved. 

Laurie held her breath in both fear and awe as the girl approached. The 
brunette stopped not three feet from the door, placed her hands on her 
flaring hips, and smiled sensually. Laurie had never seen, nor even 
envisioned, such breathtaking beauty. The young girl not more than eighteen 
or nineteen had a slimness and clear-eyed look of enormous vitality, a 
fine-grained and flawless skin, a heavy swing of dark burnished hair. She 
was tall with large expressive eyes, their irises an unfathomable blue-gray 
beneath long black lashes. Her sexually provocative impact, so carefully 
measured it seemed unaffected, was of a kind of innocent awareness, just 
hinting at a capacity for obscene naughtiness. "Damn!" 

The single hushed word gave Laurie a start and it took her a moment to 
realize that the expletive came from an admiring male who was not within her 
field of view. Immediately, the dark-haired girl backed away a half step and 
pirouetted slowly, first one way and then the other, while simultaneously 
flipping her dark tresses over her shoulders with the backs of both hands. 

Then, spreading her feet slightly wider than her shoulders, she laced her 
fingers behind her head, elbows outstretched, and arched backwards. This 
motion forced her onto the balls of her feet, her buttocks clenching, her 
belly thrusting forward, her proud breasts straining taughtly, rising like 
snow-covered mountain peaks. She held this lewd pose a long moment, then 
bent even farther backward, the sheer blue peignoir falling open to reveal 
nearly all of her seductive black-fringed cunt. Then gracefully reaching 
around to untie the sash at her waist, she shrugged her shoulders, letting 
the pale gown glide off to the carpeted floor. 

Laurie wanted to move, to flee, but fear of discovery stopped her. And 
something else, too! Ruefully, she acknowledged the fact that the 
animal-like seductiveness of the naked young girl drew her magnetically; 
realized that it was impossible to withdraw from the lewd expectancy of what 
was undoubtedly to come. 

Consciously acknowledging her plight, she shifted her position in order to 
see better just as the alluringly displayed girl straightened up, stepped 
forward, and slipped into the passionate embrace of a young man who had 
hitherto been out of view. As the couple's mouths fiercely locked together 
in a soul searching kiss, Laurie was presented with a full profile of the 
man. 

He was a year or two older than the girl, blond, muscular, and wore only 
tight jockey shorts which to Laurie's fascinated horror bulged perceptively 
in front. When they broke their bone-crushing embrace the man turned 
slightly and Laurie gasped audibly as she read the unmistakable lust 
registered in his eyes. 

Without a word being spoken, the alluring young girl knelt down in front of 
the youth with her hands behind her back, bent forward, and slowly began 
tugging at his shorts with her teeth. Moving her head from side to side, she 
inched the white jockey shorts down over his muscular thighs until finally 
with one last impassioned wrench they slithered off and pooled around the 
man's bare feet, revealing his thickly erected penis. Laurie gasped, for she 
had never imagined a man's penis could be so large, then gasped again as the 
young girl, looking at it hungrily, began to run the tip of her tongue 
slowly around her lip stick painted mouth. 

Laurie craned forward involuntarily, her mouth open, her breath shallow. 
Moisture began to form on her heatedly pulsing cuntal lips beneath the robe 
and sheer nightie as she watched the young girl take the long hardened penis 
in her hands. She shuddered as she watched the girl squeeze it, fondle it, 
caressing and stroking it, murmuring, pursing her soft moist lips and 
blowing gently at it as it continued swelling in her hand. 

Moistening her lips again, the raven-haired girl opened her mouth and slowly 
sucked the lust-swollen head of the blond youth's penis deep inside, then 
sliding it in and out of her widely ovaled lips, taking more and more of it 
deeper and deeper. Her eyes were smoky, reflecting sheer unadulterated 
bliss, as she tickled the long stiff shaft of the man's hardness lightly 
with her fingers and sucked almost all of it up into her mouth. She squeezed 
it with her lips so that the man's face contorted with pleasure and his 
hungry hands went down to the top of her head, grasping her thick dark hair 
tightly in his fingers. 

Unconsciously, lost in the wanton ecstasy of the lewd vision, Laurie began 
nibbing her moistening pubic mound through the material of her robe and 
nightie as she watched the man in the next room begin to move. Slowly, 
obscenely, he pumped his lust-hardened shaft in and out of the beautiful 
girl's willing mouth as she moved one hand forward and tenderly cradled his 
dangling testicles. 

With a cry that was clearly audible, the youth suddenly shoved the naked 
young girl backward, knocking her over onto the carpet where she sprawled 
gracefully despite the force of the impatient motion. Immediately, she 
opened her long tapered legs and moved her hands down to her quivering pubic 
mound to spread her moist pink cuntal lips apart, teasingly exposing the 
throbbing vaginal slit to the man's feasting eyes. 

Needing no further invitation, the blond youth slipped quickly between her 
outstretched thighs and fell forward, crushing his lips ferociously to the 
girl's. They lay nakedly locked together for a long moment, and then using 
his powerful arms, the man pushed his body up from the carpet. Resting his 
weight on palms and knees, he bent forward to suck one of the girl's taut 
nipples into his mouth, squeezing and licking it unmercifully. 

A gasp of pain-pleasure emitted from the girl's lust-contorted lips, and 
when the youth switched to the other stiffened nipple, her mouth hung 
slackly and her unseeing eyes rolled upward. Moments later he released her 
quivering nipple and immediately began to run his tongue maddeningly down 
over the girl's heaving belly, blazing a fiery trail down, down into the 
softly curling triangle of her pubic hair. Pausing momentarily over her 
flowering pink cuntal lips, he bobbed his head downward, hotly stabbing his 
tongue into her moist vaginal opening. 

The dark-haired girl reacted as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, head 
arching up, arms flaying out, loins jerking helplessly upward into his 
licking face. With a shudder, she bent her knees and planted her feet firmly 
on the carpet, allowing him even further access to her writhing loins. As 
his tongue slithered up into her cunt another inch and began rotating 
maddeningly, the naked young girl shuddered again. Then, biting her lips, 
she raised her hips completely up off the carpet, writhing, squirming and 
grinding her loins lasciviously around the deep-plunging tongue. 

Spying through the bamboo screen, Laurie could stand it no longer. The 
salacious sight had caused her own youthfully responsive body to react with 
lewd violence. A trickle of warm cuntal moisture was running out of her 
obscenely burning vagina where her hand kneaded the lust-swollen flesh, 
wetting the material of her nightie. She needed release, and needed it soon. 
But she couldn't stand out there on the patio forever. Someone was liable to 
come along and see her. 

So with misgiving, she slipped silently back into her own room, turned off 
all the lights, and quickly stripped herself of both robe and nightgown. 
Peeling covers and top sheet from the bed, she fell onto it, spread her 
trembling thighs, placed her feet flat on the sheet, and slipped her fingers 
down toward her hotly throbbing vagina. 

All thoughts of guilt were quickly thrown to the winds as the wild fire of 
carnal desire began burning through her, as one middle finger sought and 
found the erect little bud of her clitoris, and at once she began lewdly 
tweaking it. She had never felt such burning need to be released! Never! 
Quickly, she slipped her middle finger into her wantonly writhing flesh, 
while with her thumb she continued to titillate her tiny throbbing clitoris. 

Then a second finger followed the first and in moments she was twisting her 
hips around and around, attempting to alleviate the searing itch in her 
wantonly aroused vagina. She began grinding her buttocks down into the bed, 
and with her free hand she reached up and grasped one painfully full breast 
and began squeezing its spiked-out nipple between thumb and forefinger. The 
young teenager was on fire with insane desire as she brutally squeezed and 
kneaded her tender flesh. She had to have release! 

Within moments, she could feel it coming building, burning, blowing, rising, 
consuming all.. . and with one huge shuddering explosion, it was upon her. 
She arched her back clear of the bed, frantically straining on her plunging 
fingers and pinching her distended nipple as wave after wave of lewdly 
engulfing passion swept over her, drowning her in release-giving pleasure. 
Finally, she slumped back to the bed, spent and exhausted. 

She lay there panting, fighting to get her breath back. Before long her 
breathing shallowed, returned to normal, and with it returned the terrible 
guilt--guilt over what she had done, guilt that she had shamelessly spied on 
the neighboring couple, guilt that flooded her consciousness tenfold. 

Without bothering to cover herself, Laurie buried her head in the pillow and 
cried herself to sleep. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The color-beauty of the Sierra canyon was not as rich in summer as in early 
fall, but nevertheless richer than one could hope to find nearly everywhere. 
Almost every leaf was tinted, though the goldenrods were not yet in bloom; 
but most of the color was given by the ripe grasses, willows and aspens. At 
the near end of the canyon lay a small lake surrounded by a trembling aspen 
grove, every leaf painted like a butterfly, and away to right and left round 
the shores swept a curving ribbon of meadow, green and brown dotted with 
pale yellow, shading off here and there into hazy purple. 

The walls of the canyon, too, were dashed with bits of bright color that 
gleamed out of the neutral granite gray. But neither the wall, nor the 
margin meadow, nor yet the gay, fluttering grove, nor the lake itself, 
flashing with spangles, could long hold one's attention; for at the head of 
the lake a gorgeous mass of orange-yellow, belonging to the main aspen belt 
of the basin, which seemed the very fountain whence all the color below it 
had flowed, was where one's eyes were filled and fixed. 

Just beyond the lake's outlet, where a small gurgling creek meandered 
through gouged banks of red earth, lay the heart of the Dow ranch; corrals, 
pasture, barns, bunk house, sheds, and owner's living quarters a large 
rambling affair of rough-hewn redwood. 

At eleven in the morning a few ducks were sailing on the lake, apparently 
more for pleasure than anything else, while robins and squirrels were busy 
in the groves, intensifying the feeling of grateful isolation without 
ruffling the deep, hushed calm and peace. 

But while the canyon was the hub of activity on the Dow ranch, there were 
also thousands of acres of virgin timber, lush pasture land and meadows, and 
bubbling trout laden streams stretching for several miles in all directions. 

In a remote corner of this acreage, one of Ned Dow's ranch hands was jamming 
a post-hole digger into unyielding earth. Swearing, he left the long-handled 
tool resting in the six inch deep hole while he wiped the back of one hand 
across his sweating brow, then turned his aching eyes upward, mentally 
chastizing the overbearing sun. An unfathomable thought passed quickly 
across his eyes. With sure but laborious steps he left the unfinished hole 
and headed toward the sorrel horse grazing contentedly not far away. With 
shaking hands and pain-pounding head, the ranch hand mounted the surprised 
and unwilling steed, kicked him gently, and began guiding him toward the 
steep trail rising from the canyon. 

"Come on, you slow witted nit," Ken Chester mumbled half aloud as he urged 
the horse toward the crest of the ridge, bending dejectedly forward in the 
saddle and digging his aching knees into the sorrel's flanks. "Come on, 
dammit! We're both gonna get wet!" he exclaimed, glancing back at the 
blue-gray clouds that were quickly gathering and moving toward them. 

* * * 

Laurie Dow leaned lazily against a corner post of the corral her uncle used 
only for pack animals, thinking, all guilty thoughts of the previous night 
forgotten as she reflected happily on the fact that she was finally home for 
the summer, for almost three months, and free, free to ride and swim and 
just be herself again. Not that she disliked school; it was simply that her 
summers on the ranch, away from the restrictions and madcap pace at the 
private school, were times she cherished and especially looked forward to 
with great excitement. 

If there was one thing she loved more than any other, it was riding out 
alone to explore the meadows and canyons and bathe her nostrils with the 
scent of pine and the sweet-smelling flowers that grew in tiny clusters 
beside the many streams in the area. Sometimes she even stripped off her 
clothes and took naked sun baths while her horse grazed on the patches of 
succulent grass along the banks. Then, she would rise and sit directly in 
the middle of the icy pool of water, allowing her deliciously rounded young 
buttocks to turn blue with the cold, until at last she could bear it no 
longer. Oh yes, it was a life Laurie loved better than any other. 

Suddenly it began to rain. Big soft drops splashed down on Laurie, soaking 
the light shirt and faded jeans she wore, and cooling her off for the first 
time since she had arrived at the ranch that morning. 

She turned, then, and raced girlishly for the tack room with a 
breast-bouncing gait, her long red hair bobbing up and down as she went. 

* * * 

At the crest of White Chief Ridge, Ken Chester rose in the saddle again, 
glanced at the sky, and guided the tired horse along the ridge's spine while 
he mopped the perspiration from his forehead and the back of his neck with a 
red bandanna. The effort of the climb had set his body screaming again; 
every muscle in his powerfully built frame felt like lead weights had been 
attached to it and the black sheep of the leprechaun family that ruled his 
Irish heritage had returned again to busily begin sandpapering the backs of 
his eyeballs. 

Some two hundred yards short of where the trail dropped down toward the 
White Chief 

Canyon line shack, the Dow Ranch's newest hand tugged the nearly empty 
bottle of tequila from the sorrel's saddlebag, pulled the cork out, and 
tipped the bottle to his lips. 

"Shit!" he bellowed into the still air as he returned the bottle to its 
resting place and wiped the back of one dirt-covered hand across his lips. 
"Whoever said 'a little hair of the dog' oughta be shot." 

Rider and horse were halfway down the steep trail when the summer storm 
caught them. 

One minute the sun was a hot, angry blister in the blue skin of the late 
morning sky, and the next the richly molded clouds that had been rising over 
the Sierra's had swelled with a visible motion straight up. In less than an 
hour they had attained full development and stood poised in the blazing 
sunshine like some colossal mountain now covering the calm, sunny sky with 
its white, pearly form relieved by gray and purple shadows in the hollows. 

Presently a thunderbolt crashed through the still air, ringing like steel on 
steel, sharp and clear, its startling detonation breaking into a spray of 
echoes against the cliffs and valley walls. Then down came a cataract of 
rain, big drops sifting through pine needles, pattering on parched red-brown 
earth, covering the ground and making it shine with a continuous sheet of 
water that, like a transparent film, fitted closely down over all the rugged 
anatomy of the landscape. 

In a few minutes the cloud withered to a mesh of dim filaments and 
disappeared, leaving the sky perfectly clear and bright, every dust particle 
washed away. Everything was refreshed and invigorated, a steam of fragrance 
rose, and the storm was finished: One cloud, one lightning-stroke, one dash 
of rain . . . one early summer thunderstorm reduced to nothing. 

By the time Ken reached the line shack at the north end of the aspen grove 
on White Chief Creek, the sun was out again, but he was thoroughly soaked. 
Swearing, his Irish temper heightened by the agonizing hangover, he 
unsaddled the sorrel, wiped him down, and turned him loose in the small 
corral. 

Carrying his saddlebags into the small shack, he laid them on the rough-hewn 
table, extracted the bottle of tequila, and took another healthy pull. "Fuck 
Ned Dow," he thought as the liquor burned down his throat, "That's all the 
work he's going to get out of this body today." 

Carrying the bottle with him to the lumpy bed built into one corner of the 
single room shack, Ken set it on the floor, stripped the wet clothing from 
his aching body, and lowered himself gingerly onto the hard wooden-framed 
bed and its excuse for a mattress. He covered his lean naked frame with an 
old surplus army blanket, and gratefully let his drifting thoughts take him 
into refreshing sleep. 

* * * 

Ten minutes after the rain stopped Laurie had caught and saddled the young 
chestnut stud, which she had named Sniffy, and now was riding along the worn 
path that fringed the creek bank. About a hundred yards above the lake, she 
urged the stallion into the water where a wide shallow place in the stream 
afforded an ideal spot to cross to the other bank. 

When she had made the crossing, she rode awhile beside a grove of aspen full 
of trembling light, and marveled at how the leaves shimmered in the breeze. 
It was the way she felt, free and airy, as huge herself as the stretch of 
canyon that led up the Chiquita Range and poured away into the distance on 
either side of her as far as she could see. She rode in silence for twenty 
minutes or so, then felt Sniffy begin to snort and breathe heavily as he 
began the steep ascent of the trail up into a canyon between two ridges. She 
knew there was a pool another mile in and intended to take a quick dip in 
the raw, to cool off again, once she got there. The rain had stopped before 
she had finished saddling Sniffy, and it was once again becoming 
swelteringly hot. 

Just as she had thought, the pool was still there when she finally reined in 
her mount, a short time later, and dismounted to look around. Laurie smiled 
as she saw small squirrels scurrying away in the underbrush, roused from 
their foraging by the approach of her footsteps. The pool itself was higher 
than she had ever seen it in past years at least twenty feet deep and a dark 
cold blue. It looked so inviting that she resolved then and there to make 
good her promise to herself to have a good refreshing soak. 

She unbuttoned her blouse and jeans, peeling them off eagerly until she 
stood there in the sun-mottled shade, clad only in her skimpy white bikini 
panties and brassiere. Then she reached behind her back and unfastened the 
hooks of the lacy brassiere, her full young breasts spilling free and 
bouncing voluptuously for a moment from the sudden release, the small pink 
nipples hardening responsively at the sudden exposure to the air. Then she 
leaned over to slip her white nylon panties down over her lushly flaring 
hips, tugging and pushing at them until they were rolled in a thin useless 
circle around her ankles. Kicking them free, she laughed and raised her 
slender arms over her head, reveling in the wanton nakedness of her ripe 
young body. 

After a moment's pause, she waded into the water up to her trembling thighs, 
standing still just long enough to allow her naked young body to absorb the 
cold shock. Then she lunged forward with arms out and splashed full length 
into the pool, shrieking and giggling from the painful jolt of the icy water 
surrounding her completely exposed skin. She dove under and came up a few 
seconds later, surfacing with a sudden whoosh, then tread water leisurely as 
the exertions of her limbs warmed her and made her less uncomfortable. She 
swam back and forth across the short oblong length of the pool, sometimes 
stopping to float on her back and catch her breath, then tucking up her legs 
to roll over for another furious sprint to the slick rock wall at the far 
end of the pool. 

At last, exhausted, she emerged dripping and walked to a smooth scooped out 
boulder where she lay down nakedly to bake her face and heaving stomach in 
the hot sun. 

* * * 

When Ken Chester awoke, his headache was gone. He sat up in bed rubbing one 
large hand across his sleep-filled eyes and yawned. Swiveling on the bed, he 
dropped his feet to the floor, accidentally kicking over the empty bottle of 
tequila. As it flopped over, spinning slowly away from him across the bare 
wooden floor, his eyes registered something akin to hatred; a glassy stare 
that reflected the disgust he felt with himself. Slowly his eyes lifted from 
the now spent bottle and caught a glimmer of light reflected off last 
night's soiled and empty glass which stood on the table across the room next 
to his portable typewriter. 

Ken's shoulders slumped and a sigh escaped his lips as he stared wearily at 
the silent typewriter and the finished manuscript beside it. For several 
minutes his gaze remained fixed on the bulky stack of dog-eared paper the 
fruits of four month's labor. Four months crammed with days of blistered 
hands and nights of pecking and straining his eyes under a kerosene lamp. 
Four months of breaking his back for Ned Dow and four months of feeding his 
own ego. Four months of frustration that erupted last night and sent him 
scurrying for the bottle. 

Fuck it! Ken thought. What I need is a week of doing nothing. Just lazing 
around, soaking up sun, swimming in the pool in the aspen grove, drinking.. 
. Shit! What I really need is a woman. A woman. It had been nearly a year. 
At first it had been his conscience. At first he had told himself it was 
only respectful to at least wait until the grass had begun to grow on the 
small cemetery plot. And then it had been the dream of getting away from it 
all and writing the great American novel. And so he had come to the Dow 
Ranch at his brother's suggestion. 

He had gotten the job, even volunteered to mend fences and live in the line 
shack. And he had thrown himself into the work, both the labor of day and 
the agony of night, trying to keep the memories of his dead wife from 
overwhelming him. And he had succeeded. Until last night. Until he had 
forced himself to read the completed manuscript at one sitting. It had been 
so full of self-pity that it disgusted him. 

And so he had drug out the bottle of tequila and gotten thoroughly and 
rip-roaringly drunk. But it hadn't helped. And he was still faced with 
rewriting the novel. Fuck it! 

It can wait. So can Ned Dow. He was going to take a few days off. When he 
felt like it he would return to the fences, working from sunup to sunset if 
necessary to catch up. Then, and only then, he would start on the rewriting. 
But, dammit! Finding a woman would sure help. 

Buoyantly, Ken rose from the bed, walked to the old duffel bag in the corner 
and extracted the faded blue swimming trunks. He had one foot inside them 
when suddenly he thought: Hell! If I'm going to be liberated, I might as 
well start now. He kicked the trunks aside, grabbed a towel, and left the 
cabin, striding stark naked down the path to the pool in the aspen grove. 

* * * 

The rays of the sun had grown too warm, and Laurie rolled over on her 
stomach, exposing her naked back to the sun, staring down into the now 
glassy calm water to watch the reflected clouds which were beginning to 
gather once again. For perhaps ten minutes she relaxed, blanking her mind to 
all but the drowsy warmth of the sun and the sound of the stream cascading 
into the pool from an outcrop of rock above and behind her. Then slowly her 
mind drifted back to the lewd spectacle of the previous night in the motel.. 
. 

As Laurie lay there, her mind recreated the salacious scene vividly and she 
could almost see herself on the patio outside the motel room looking in at 
the nakedly writhing couple on the green carpet. Her mind focused on the 
lust-inciting memory of the prurient activities with the same precision as a 
camera with an automatically focusing lens: The beautiful raven-haired girl 
was slithering forward on her knees with that hungry expression glowing 
lewdly in her eyes, taking the muscular youth's long hardened penis in her 
hands, squeezing, caressing and stroking it, pursing her red lips as it 
swelled before her passion-filled eyes.. . 

I can't think like this! Laurie's mind screamed in warning. It's naughty! 
Sinful! But she continued to lie there motionless, holding her breath, 
feeling a tantalizing series of lewd involuntary sensations churning deep in 
her belly as she-let the licentious images filter incitingly through her 
aroused young mind. 

The teenage girl's lips ovaled as if she had waited forever for this magic 
moment! Her cheeks hollowed as they sucked the expanded shaft into her 
mouth, obscenely bloating with the lewd effort to take all of its massive 
length, choking as it rammed deep into her throat. As it slowly withdrew, 
her soft sensual lips clamped tight over the lust-bloated cock-head 
contorting the youth's face in depraved pleasure. With only the bulging head 
of his blood-engorged shaft now buried between her tightly pursed lips, the 
youth grunted and flicked his hips, ramming the glistening rod of flesh 
forward. Only the wiry blond curl of his pubic hair could be seen nestled 
against the young girl's face, tickling sensually at her pert nose and 
passion-flushed cheeks.. . 

Laurie could almost feel that massive length of swollen male flesh buried in 
her own throat, could almost feel those wiry pubic curls tickling her own 
face, and she realized that that was exactly what she had wanted last night 
what she wanted right now! 

The pretty adolescent realized, admitted and understood now what she had 
refused to believe before. She rolled over onto her back and looked down at 
her passionately quivering breasts and saw the unmistakable proof. Her small 
nipple-buds were turgid, jutting out from the blood-darkened areoles of her 
heaving breasts like tiny pink mountain peaks. 

A tender aching had begun between her involuntarily flexing thighs in spite 
of the revulsion she knew she should feel for her evil thoughts. She moved 
one hand to cover a tautly aching breast and felt the contact of her own 
fondling hand intensify the obscene throbbing that was building in her 
vagina. Her entire being quivered with a lewd arousal that spread rapidly 
through her body, its heat outdoing even the warmth of the sun as her 
thoughts avidly returned to the couple in the motel room . . . 

The naked young girl was lying on her back, feet planted on the floor, with 
the whole plane of her black-haired pussy-slit spread open to the blond 
youth's lustful gaze. Then he was kneeling, slithering between those 
wantonly spread thighs, falling forward, fiercely crushing his lips to the 
girl's. Pushing up, he lapped at one excitedly stiffening nipple after the 
other, then licked a fiery trail down over her panting belly into her 
lust-dampened pubic hair, and finally stabbing his tongue deep into her 
uplifting cuntal mount.. . 

Laurie's own hips jerked upward as if it had been her seething vagina that 
received that hotly stabbing tongue. A wave of shame flushed her cheeks 
crimson as she fought to control her passion-stimulated body. She was wildly 
aroused and there was no way of deluding herself that she wasn't. Oh, God . 
. . God . . . she needed release! Needed it desperately! Her obscene arousal 
was tenfold what it had been last night! 

She began to massage her throbbing breast.. . slowly . . . rhythmically. Her 
mind blotted out all the evils she had been led to believe came from 
wickedly fondling her own body. There was only her passionate urgency now, 
her naked need for release from the intense arousal of her young quaking 
body. 

The trembling young redhead continued to massage her breast, avoiding the 
desire-stiffened nipple at first. Cupping the cream-white mound in her 
fingers, she kneaded the translucent flesh until whirlpools of passion 
seethed crazily within her. Finally, she touched one achingly taut nipple 
with her thumb, feeling it quiver and harden with the firm contact, then 
began rolling the ball of her thumb back and forth across the rising nipple 
in her sexual frenzy. 

Arching her back, she raised her curvaceous hips and red-gold pussy mound up 
off the smooth rock, braced her pelvis by pressing the soles of her feet 
against the hard granite, and spread her muscular thighs open wide to expose 
the fluted pink edges of her pussy. Still she massaged her wildly throbbing 
breast, teasing the hardening nipple, pinching it between thumb and 
forefinger until it pulsed with a life of its own.. . 

In her lewd memories, the highly aroused girl was positioned in the same 
manner, only between her spread-eagled thighs a glistening tongue stabbed 
unmercifully into her squirming loins, and on her face was registered the 
forbidden pleasure of that lewdly plunging tongue.. . 

Laurie had no such tongue, but it didn't matter. Her free hand had crept in 
between her wide-splayed thighs and found there the moist warm secretions 
from her excited vagina. Gently she slipped her middle finger into the 
slippery pussy-flesh and began manipulating the soft inner lips until she 
could feel her bud-like clitoris become rigid and tingling. The middle 
finger of her other hand sought and found the tiny trembling pleasure-bud, 
and she began to gasp in total abandonment. Her hips thrashed and her hands 
squeezed, one alternating between her aching nipples, the other slithering 
in and out of her wetly seething pussy. Faster and faster her fingers 
squeezed as she blanked her mind to all thoughts except last night's 
lust-inciting memory.. . and today's wild release . . . 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Ken entered the main aspen grove, crossed the creek, and approached the 
mountain pool from upstream, picking his way carefully among the boulders as 
he climbed steadily upward. At the top the granite cliff dropped off sharply 
toward the pool, forming a vertical wall forty feet high, half of which lay 
beneath the pool's surface. 

He stood on the cliffs edge for a moment, peering into the sparkling blue 
depths before attempting the nearly vertical dive, and then out of the 
corner of his eye he caught a movement in the grove toward the far end of 
the pool. Focusing his gaze there, he saw a saddled horse grazing 
contentedly. Scrutinizing the horse, he recognized it as one of Ned Dow's. 
Curious, he scanned the grove, and then the banks along the pool, thinking 
that perhaps Ned had sent someone from the ranch up to the line-shack with a 
message. Suddenly it dawned on him that he should be out mending fences and 
not standing up here stark naked, goofing off. Crouching low, he inched 
along the cliff until he reached a large boulder from which he could see but 
not be seen. There was no one in sight, but as he shifted into a more 
comfortable position a moan reached his ears above the gurgle of the stream. 
Thinking that perhaps the horse's rider might be injured, he crept forward 
and peered over the edge of the cliff. 

Jesus Christ! He couldn't believe what his bloodshot eyes were actually 
witnessing. They roved the length of the naked red-headed girl, feasting on 
the delectable curves of her young voluptuous body. She lay not fifteen feet 
below him in a hollowed depression eroded by tons of winter runoff that had 
swelled the stream each spring of every year since time immemorial. As Ken 
stared down at the lithe young stranger he felt as if he had somehow 
stumbled into the Garden of Eden. Yet there was something familiar about 
her, something in the structure of her face. Then it came to him. Sure. He 
remembered now. He had asked about the chestnut, had asked why no one rode 
him. And he had been told that he belonged to Ned Dow's niece, Laurie. It 
was all clear now . . . all except what the hell she was doing up here, 
alone, naked . . . and finger-fucking herself! 

Jesus! What a wantonly salacious sight! Her mouth was slack with desire and 
her eyes tightly shut as her proud young breasts rose and fell with the 
exertion of her writhing pelvis and madly skewering fingers. Shit! he could 
even see the coral slit of her cunt beneath the golden red curls trying to 
suck her deeply pistoning fingers inward. Ken shifted his position until he 
had a commanding vantage point.. . Christ! never had he enjoyed a more 
licentious sight that he could recall, nor had his heavily throbbing cock 
ever leaped into hardness any quicker than it had right at that moment. He 
was damned near overcome with immediate lust and he clutched at his fully 
erect penis as Laurie let out another sensuous moan of delight. 

Goddamn . . . if it wouldn't jeopardize his job he'd go down there and bury 
his pounding cock in that sweet young pussy! But.. . but sure as hell she'd 
squeal. Oh Christ! he'd never seen such an expression of wild lust on any 
face, let alone one so pretty . . . 

Damn! his cock was throbbing. He had to do something; his balls were 
churning as if they were on fire . . . ! What the hell! Now, she was 
squeezing her breast like crazy, waggling the hell out of her cock-hungry 
cunt on those frantically skewering fingers! 

Christ! he couldn't stand it! His hand slipped down to his swollen cock, 
stroking it slowly at first, then faster, faster matching the hypnotic 
rhythm of the girl's own massaging fingers. 

Below the sex-starved ranch-hand, the maddening and lascivious desire racing 
through her tingling body was more readily intoxicating than Laurie had ever 
imagined in her young teenage life! With an unrestrained moan, she moved the 
twin spheres of her uplifted buttocks in tiny searching circles, attempting 
to bury all of her pistoning fingers, the obscene thoughts of last evening 
building the tension within her to an almost unbearable peak. God, how she 
wished to have something besides her own fingers fucking into her! Her brain 
raced lewdly, filling with forbidden thoughts that had hitherto been beyond 
imagination. "Oooohhh . . . ooooohhh!" she sighed gutturally, her breath 
gushing from her lungs. "Ooooohhh Goddd!" 

Ken Chester watched the red-haired girl's beautiful contorted face . . . 
watched the enraptured finger-fucking she was heatedly giving herself. He 
found his own hand stroking his cock, keeping tempo with the pretty 
adolescent's fingers skewering deeper and deeper into the glistening pink 
slit between her widespread thighs. Her probing fingers sank their full 
length into the depths of her soft white belly, while she rotated her 
buttocks furiously, grinding them against the palm of her hand like a hungry 
bitch in heat. 

Goddamn! he was going crazy with the unbelievable sight, going crazy with 
the great swirls of heat that were building in his aching testicles. The 
muscles of his stomach tightened until he pictured them snapping upward, 
pushing his throbbing penis several inches farther away from the wiry curls 
of his pubic hair. Fuck! It was time! He was going to blow his nuts! 
Strangled noises forced their way up from somewhere in his throat. Soon, now 
. . . soon! 

Nothing existed for Laurie in that moment except the delirious sensations of 
her hotly erupting climax. The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had 
imagined it could be. Every muscle in her naked young body contracted as she 
felt the erotic jolts of rapture spasm through her wildly gyrating loins and 
belly. Her buttocks flexed to rock hardness and she gurgled a wailing moan 
when her climaxing body unleashed in the moment she'd been striving for! 
There was no time, no space, no motion in the whole world, only the 
unbelievable bliss of her orgasm as she was struck again and again by the 
spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her convulsing body. 
Pinwheels of light in kaleidoscopic colors exploded at the back of her eyes 
and she screamed abandonedly again wail of erotic pleasure so acute as to be 
painful. Following the force of her orgasm, her shaking buttocks sank back 
against the smooth granite and her hands stilled. She lay there beside the 
pool, unmoving her eyes squeezed shut and her full firm breasts rising and 
falling spasmodically, as sanity slowly returned to her passion-numbed 
brain, as the lust-provoking images of the couple on the motel carpet faded 
slowly away like wispy gossamers of fog . . . 

"Oh, God!" Ken gasped as his hand stroked faster and faster on his heavily 
aching cock while he watched the lovely red-head writhe in the throes of 
orgasm below him. Then he was there! 

The needle-like stream of white hot sperm burst from his furiously exploding 
balls, gushing forth in thick hot jets, spewing out away from the 
blood-engorged head of his cock and then falling through the still air out 
and over the edge of the cliff. . . 

Laurie's eyes were still squeezed shut when the first drops of falling white 
sperm struck. Her eyes flew open and she looked incredulously at the small 
blob of warm liquid running off her naked belly and down her side. Plop came 
another. And then another. Startled, she rose on shaking legs and craned her 
neck upwards. 

She saw something that made her heart pound wildly . . . something she could 
not believe! A naked man was sitting overhead on the cliff, gazing down at 
her exposed young form and moving his hand rapidly up and down between his 
legs. My God! he was actually playing with himself! 

In that moment it did not occur to her that she was as guilty as he, for 
fear pulsed in her throat as she surveyed his deeply-tanned body and the 
glistening male hardness that gave one final convulsive jerk and then began 
deflating. She ached to run to Sniffy and ride toward the ranch as fast as 
the stout horse could carry her, but for some reason she was paralyzed; 
afraid even to breathe deeply for fear of inciting this stranger to deeds of 
further embarrassment and humiliation. He seemed almost insane with 
excitement as he ogled her nakedly standing body. 

What could she possibly do now? What would he do, she wondered with 
fascination as the large hairy testicles dangling beneath his penis seemed 
to dry up before her very eyes. The towering column of flesh deflated inch 
by inch until it hung limply, pointing down at her, its tip oozing one final 
droplet. 

Abruptly, she made up her mind. The sight of dripping maleness reminded her 
of the clear white sperm drying on her own belly, and suddenly she had to 
wash it off, had to cleanse her body of the embarrassment and humiliation 
she felt. Turning quickly toward the pool, she arched her body up and out, 
then fell, slicing into the cold water with barely a splash. Remaining under 
water, she swam powerfully until the pain in her lungs screamed for relief, 
then surfaced at the far end of the pool. 

The depth of the pool at that point was shallow enough to stand in and as 
she did so, tossing her head to shake the water from her long red hair, she 
glanced back at the granite cliff. To her surprise she found it deserted. 
She began plodding through the water, then, picking her way gingerly along 
the rocky bottom, moving toward the shore, hoping to reach her clothes and 
ride away before the stranger could reappear. She had gone only a few feet, 
far enough that her ripely jutting young breasts were exposed above the 
water, when suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. 

The naked man was standing next to her clothes, his hands on his hips and a 
broad smile on his face as he watched her. Incredulously she stared at his 
handsome face and muscular body. 

". . . How . . . ? " she began to sputter, then noticing his plastered down 
blond hair and still dripping naked body, answered her own question: "Oh . . 
. you beat me . . . " her voice trailed off. She turned, glancing back to 
the far end of the pool and the granite cliff, realizing that his soaring 
dive would have carried him far out into the pool and that swimming on the 
surface was much faster. Turning back to face him, she was suddenly enraged 
with the way he had outsmarted her and at his sense of obvious male 
superiority. A hint of authority rose in her voice as she said: 

"The water's cold . . . I'd like to get out!" 

"And I suppose you want me to turn my back while you get out and dress, 
right?" he said matter-of-factly, staring directly into her eyes. 

"Yes," she answered, but some of the strength had left her tone. 

"It's really a little ridiculous, isn't it? I mean," he shrugged, "after 
what's happened, it seems sort of.. . ludicrous. " 

For several moments she remained silent, studying him. His voice had been 
husky and resonant with masculinity, yet somehow cheerful too. His eyes were 
mocking her, but they held something else as well; something deep and 
mysterious perhaps loneliness or hurt, as if they were not used to laughter. 
Laurie had been prepared to order him to leave her alone, but somehow that 
tone, the way he stared at her, left her speechless. She had never before 
been this close to a mature man without any clothes on, and the sight of his 
now limp, but nevertheless huge, dangling penis, made her feel something she 
had never felt before. 

"I'm . . . embarrassed," the young girl finally admitted, still not 
venturing from the cold water. 

"I'll tell you what," the blond stranger said, lowering his eyes to the 
young girl's smooth white breasts bobbing sensually on the pool's surface, 
their small nippled peaks blue-purple and taut from the cold water. "I'll 
turn my back while you dress if you'll promise not to go riding off. There 
are a few things that need to be explained and I'll agree to turn if you'll 
stay and talk awhile." 

"I promise," Laurie agreed, relieved at the prospect of being allowed to 
safely leave the cold pool without submitting her nakedness to his intensely 
probing eyes. "But you'll have to put some clothes on too," she added, 
knowing it would be impossible to carry on an intelligent conversation while 
he was still nakedly exposed. 

"I haven't any," he retorted, laughing easily. 

"But.. . don't you wear clothes?" Laurie asked incredulously. 

"Sure," he replied, laughing again. "I left them at the shack." 

"What shack?" she demanded. She knew the country intimately; she had ridden 
for miles in every direction and there was no building of any sort anywhere 
near. He was lying. 

"The line-shack at the head of the grove," he answered, motioning upstream. 

'There's no line-shack up there," she said adamantly, pleased that she had 
discovered him for what he was before she had committed herself to his 
obviously sneaky plan. 

'There is now," he said quietly, noting the rising doubt registered on her 
face. "Your uncle had it built to save the long ride from the ranch when 
fences needed mending or loose stock needed rounding up." 

"W-Who are you?" Laurie stammered. 

"Ken Chester, fence-mender extraordinaire, and privy to his lord higliness, 
Ned Dow. At your service, milady," he concluded with a stiff bow. 

In a moment her self-assuredness dissolved. Now worry began creeping 
steadily into her thoughts. Shame and embarrassment reared their urgly 
heads. He worked for Uncle Ned! What if he were to tell her uncle what he 
had seen her doing? Oh my God! she thought. Her hand flew to her mouth. 

Ken could image what was happening behind those extraordinary and suddenly 
very wide green eyes. She was a sexually provocative girl with spunk to 
boot, and he didn't want to lose the opportunity of her companionship even 
if it only meant someone to talk to for a little while. The days and nights 
for nearly four months had blended into solitary nothingness broken only by 
the twice-monthly treks to the ranch for supplies. Even these did not afford 
much opportunity for human companionship, what with the long ride in and 
back. He held the winning hand; it was evident. Four aces and a joker. The 
joker being Ned Dow. He almost laughed. What little Laurie didn't know 
wouldn't hurt her. If he told her uncle what he had seen, he could kiss the 
job and the dream of rewriting the novel in solitary surroundings good-bye. 
But it never hurt to press the advantage. Knight to Queen four. Checkmate! 

His smile broadened. "I'll meet you at the shack, he said. "Just follow the 
creek to the first bend, turn south and follow the trail to the end of the 
grove. You can't miss it." He nodded curtly and turned on his heel. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Ken met her at the door. She had dressed, pulled her wet hair back in a pony 
tail, securing it with a rubber band, and looked anxious. It had taken her a 
long time to come and he had just about given up hope when he had heard the 
soft clomp of the chestnut's hooves on the soft earth. 

They stood together for over fifteen minutes in front of the shack, and 
surprisingly enough, fell into easy conversation. By the time he held the 
door open for her, they had both relaxed into a mutual trust of each other 
and had gone so far as to sketchily reveal their backgrounds. 

Once inside, it took Laurie's eyes a moment to adjust to the dark interior 
of the room. As Ken bustled about, opening a bottle of wine she had agreed 
to share and setting up cups, she had an opportunity to observe her 
surroundings. There was a lumpy mattress in one corner of the room; one 
straight-backed chair in front of a fairly large hand-made table; and on the 
wall over a Coleman stove, she saw a small variety of cooking utensils and a 
lantern hanging from pegs. A feeling of momentary sympathy came over her as 
she realized how terribly little the man had to his name. Aside from what 
she had first seen, there were only a few books and an ancient typewriter, 
an extra pair of trousers, several shirts, a rucksack and an axe, all either 
on or stacked next to the table. 

"As you can see, Laurie, I live simply. I don't need much out here . . . But 
here," he said, crossing to the table and picking up a thick sheaf of 
papers. "This is the story I was telling you about." 

She accepted one of the cups filled three-quarters full with a deep red 
wine. Sipping it, she moved to the table and, still standing, began to scan 
the pages of Ken Chester's novel. It seemed to be well written, she thought 
to herself, but she was having a difficult time concentrating on the theme 
he was expanding in the opening chapter. Instead, her mind kept wandering, 
picturing over and over again the frightening but oddly stimulating 
spectacle of the tall blond man's huge erect penis, how he had slid his hand 
up and down its awesome throbbing length while he had sat on the rock above 
her, watching her and eagerly devouring her nakedness. So that was what men 
did when they were alone and not actually in bed with their wives or girl 
friends . . . It wasn't as if she didn't know about sexual intercourse . . . 
it was just. . . well there hadn't been much time to experience it. There 
was last night in the motel and that one time, last summer when Uncle Ned 
had taken her aside to explain some of the particulars about sex between 
wives and husbands, boys and girls. He had even allowed her to witness a 
number of mating sessions between the prize studs and brood mares on the 
ranch. 

She remembered how violent and dramatic those matings had seemed to her. Her 
mind could hardly accept that the mares were able to accommodate the 
gigantic pole-like penises of the stallions, and she had pleaded with her 
uncle to stop everything, lest the mares be torn apart and ripped inside. 
Ned Dow had merely laughed, though, and said that when she was old enough, 
she would understand that females, whether humans or horses, enjoyed mating 
just as intensely as males. 

"Hey, what's the matter? Is my novel so thought-provoking that you can't get 
past the third page?" She was startled to hear Ken's voice at her shoulder, 
coming from less than a foot away. He was clad in only a faded blue swim 
suit and his nearness sent an unsettling chill of sensation up her spine. 

"Oh no, I mean yes! It's very interesting," she lied, her eyes quickly 
searching the page for something to talk about. "I was just wondering what 
this word means." She stabbed the page with her finger, indicating a word in 
one of the last few sentences. 

"Let's see," he said, taking a step forward until his bare chest brushed 
against her shoulder, his right arm slipping casually around her small 
girlish waist to rest on her hip. She was too terrified to move, to even 
speak, and stood rooted hopelessly to the floor as though her riding boots 
had been nailed to the spot. Never in her entire life had she been this 
close to a strange man especially not when he was all but naked and they 
were alone miles from the ranch. Her upper Up began trembling against her 
will, and she watched with horror as he moved even closer and placed his 
finger next to hers on the typewritten page, gently nudging her unsteady 
hand aside as he spoke: 

"Oh, that one . . . The word is concupiscent. It's a Latin word. It means 
unbridled sexual desire. You don't know much about sex, do you?" he asked, 
confidently tightening his hold on her willowy waist and pressing his spread 
hand a little more firmly against her sinuously curving hip. She could feel 
his warm breath quickening, playing lightly on her cheek and along the 
graceful line of her throat. Then, without warning, a frightened shudder 
seized her as she sensed a subtle jerking movement high on her hip, just 
about where his loins, with slowly increasing pressure, touched her side. 

"No, no I don't," she muttered shakily, aware that he was cautiously inching 
his body up close behind her. As he moved, sliding his arm around her narrow 
waist, his hand rubbed softly in a suggestive circular motion. Then his 
other hand that had been on her trembling hip began to move the same way, 
until both of his hands were palm-flat on her quivering belly, just below 
the swell of her lush young breasts. What on earth could she do, she 
wondered frantically, realizing that he was powerful and could abort any 
attempt on her part to break away and run. And yet, in the midst of her 
panic she sensed a tenderness and understanding in him . . . even though it 
was obvious that he was more interested in her young teenage body at the 
moment than anything else. 

She gave a little cry when at last his hands touched the bottom-most 
fullness of her hugely set breasts, and protesting, she strained forward 
against the edge of the table. This seemed to suit him, though, for he 
grinned and pushed his muscular body more firmly against her twisting back, 
the table preventing her from moving out away from him. Suddenly his hands 
reached up to fully cup her jutting breasts, squeezing and kneading them 
like delicious dough under her flimsy cotton shirt. Laurie could feel the 
stranger's long thick penis swelling and growing, steadily climbing like a 
hardening rod halfway up her back, the huge base of it grinding into her 
just above the crevice of her smooth young buttocks. An unknown mixture of 
terror and something electric, almost like pleasure, raced through every 
fiber of her virginal young body. She must escape she must break free and 
ride 

Sniffy like the wind out of that canyon. And never come back! 

As she writhed, pinioned ever more defenselessly between the cruel table 
edge and Ken Chester's lust-inflamed body, she caught a brief glimpse of the 
swim suit that had girdled his hips. It was in a heap on the floor next to 
her feet, and she knew with a fresh rush of panic that now he was completely 
naked. Only her own clothing separated their naked flesh! The realization 
sent a flurry of intensely lewd thrills racing over every inch of her 
goose-bumping skin, but she fought them with her mind as savagely as though 
she were using her thoughts like clubs. Her responsive young body was 
betraying her, weakening her, making her feel the new lascivious sensations 
that she knew were wrong, evil, and certainly dangerous. 

"Oh, please, please, Mr. Chester, let me go!" she finally wailed. "I'm 
afraid! You mustn't do this! It's. . .it's not right!" 

"What are you afraid of.. . being turned on?" he taunted, his hot breath now 
coming in short panting blasts as he slipped both hands under her clinging 
shirt and roughly jerked her brassiere up over the soft heaving mounds of 
her breasts. His fingers found the already hardening nipples and plucked at 
them, rolling and pinching them as he held her fast with his forearms 
clamped securely against her ribs. She felt the tiny nipple-buds tingle and 
leap to even greater hardness as sharp darts of pleasure and pain shot along 
her violently quivering nerves. Her breasts cupped in his hands, pulsed in 
time with her heartbeat, and she remembered anew that he was completely 
naked, his rigidly throbbing cock pressing against her back like a column of 
solid iron. Oh my God, she thought, it was almost impossible not to let go 
and submit to the shameful fondling of her love-starved body. Never, in all 
her sixteen innocent years, had she experienced such an overpowering 
temptation to be truly evil for the sake of pleasure. 

As though he had been reading her thoughts, Ken dropped one hand from her 
nakedly swaying breast and with the speed and efficiency of an expert, hiked 
the back of her shirt up to her shoulder blades, quickly pushing forward 
again to grind the scorching hot length of his cock into the helpless 
softness of her tensing back. He did not at once return his free hand to her 
breast, but worked it between their struggling bodies to pull at the hooks 
of the now exposed brassiere strap. When he succeeded in loosening the 
skimpy white brassiere, she gasped aloud as she felt his hand yank the 
partially unbuttoned shirt and brassiere off her shoulder, then bend back 
her arm so that they could be slipped down to her elbow. The remaining 
buttons on the bottom of her shirt gave, popping off, and she struggled with 
all her dwindling strength as he pulled the sleeve and shoulder strap over 
the crook of her arm and finally from the clenched ball of her fist. 
Suddenly he made a half step back and, with one swift movement, stripped the 
hanging shirt and brassiere from her other arm, tearing from her lushly 
formed body the last vestige of modesty. 

She stood there quaking, a sob rising to her throat, as she heard him step 
back even farther. An admiring glint was in his eyes as he examined the 
half-naked young girl's beautiful back, her thick red hair gently cascading 
over her shoulders. 

"All right, Laurie, turn around," he ordered quietly, an unexpected calmness 
in his deep masculine voice. His tone caught her off balance and she 
obediently followed his command, her head down so that their eyes would not 
meet. Ken's eyes drank hungrily from the sensual perfection of the 
voluptuous form before him. She was even more lovely up close, her 
adolescent breasts prematurely full and succulent, the dark pink nipples 
unusually large. 

Jesus, he wanted to fuck her, right then and there, and take his fill of her 
never-before-touched charms. And he was certain he could, too, since she was 
slowly beginning to respond with the unmistakable passion of a highly sexed 
female. But she was young and had to be handled intelligently, and not like 
some full-blown slut. Another day or two, he decided, and she would be 
coming to him voluntarily for the bliss of her deflowering. 

Waves of confusion, and even a tinge of disappointment, swarmed through 
Laurie's brain. In one way, the feeling that he was no longer attacking her 
was comparable to being rejected, and this was even more humiliating than 
what she had just been through while pinned against the table. What was 
wrong with her, she wondered, stooping automatically to retrieve her clothes 
from the floor while she had the chance. Yet she did not dress right away 
and continued to stand there, regarding Ken Chester's magnificent male body 
with a look of near regret in her eyes. She saw that his heavily-veined 
penis was now only semi-hard, jutting out and slightly downward to one side. 

"I don't understand what happened today," she breathed, leaning forward to 
drop the swollen softness of her breasts into the brassiere cups. Reaching 
behind her, she fastened the hooks but did not move to don her shirt. 
Somehow it seemed ridiculous to cling so tightly to her modesty now. Twice 
today, he had seen her breasts once, all of her, though from a distance and 
moments before he had feverishly caressed her struggling body. And even 
though she had been terrified within an inch of her life, she could hardly 
deny that his passionately invading hands had set her impressionable girlish 
nerves afire with the beginnings of what she guessed would have ultimately 
been the purest ecstasy. And there still burned in her rocking brain the 
memory of his stiffened rod of male flesh, those sperm-bloated testicles 
hanging heavily beneath it a memory she would not soon forget. Still, 
unaccountably, she experienced the sting of rejection, the sense of fear 
that in his eyes she was not really desirable. 

"Listen, Laurie," he began, as though once again interpreting her thoughts, 
"I want you to know how fond I am of you. You're truly a gorgeous girl 
practically a woman, except for the fact that no woman is still a virgin and 
I respect you enough not to force you to . . . to be a real woman." His last 
words were delivered as he walked around her to pick up a pair of 
sun-bleached jeans from the small stack of clothes on the floor next to the 
table. As if to shield her eyes from the sight of his nakedly exposed penis, 
he turned away from her to thread his feet through the trouser-legs, at last 
facing her again when he had finished dressing. 

"I like you too, Mr. Chester.. . Ken," she blurted, not fully comprehending 
the words she spoke. Blushing, she added: "But why can't a virgin be a 
woman, a real woman? I already think of myself as a woman . . . a young 
woman, yes, but a woman." 

"Being a woman isn't just a matter of age or attitude," he explained with an 
air of patient sagacity. "It takes a man, after all is said and done, to 
make a woman. Remember that.. . But I think you'd better be starting home 
now. I hear the wind rising, and that could mean that there's another 
storm." 

"Okay, Ken, my uncle will be worrying about me anyway." She took up her 
shirt and hastily got into it, not bothering to tuck the tails into her 
jeans. She wanted only to get away, to think over what had happened, and yet 
she was also inexplicably reluctant to leave without being certain of his 
real attitude toward her, woman or not. She bestowed upon him the trace of a 
smile as she moved toward the door, but he closed the distance between them 
with two long strides, snaking his brawny arms around her and drawing her 
tenderly to his chest. Laurie sighed and arched her back to receive the 
poignant, lingering kiss he placed directly on her lush moist lips. 

"I'll be seeing you," he called to her as she mounted Sniffy and 
pivot-reined him around to face the canyon exit. Although she neither 
confirmed nor objected to his assumption that she would return, there was a 
thoughtful smile on her face as she rode out of sight of the line-shack. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A light snore escaped Ned Dow's lips as Laurie watched him sleeping heavily 
in the master bedroom of the main ranch house. After her return from White 
Chief Canyon, she had tiptoed up to her room, showered and changed into 
fresh clothes, then gone in search of her uncle to offer an alibi for having 
arrived home so late. Now she was thankful to find him asleep, laughing 
softly at herself for having forgotten, during the months at school, that it 
was his habit to nap for an hour or so after lunch. She crept stealthily out 
of the room and returned to her own, already relishing the opportunity she 
would have to relive the events of that peculiar day in private. 

Back in her room, she undressed, pausing now and again to view herself in 
the full-length mirror on the wall next to her vanity table. Not that she 
was vain, it was simply that now the luscious lines and contours of her 
young female curves had become important to her through Ken Chester's 
appreciative eyes. There was no mistaking that he openly admired her female 
charms, actually drooled while gazing at her naked young breasts and the 
firm tantalizing swell of her buttocks. And for once, looking at herself 
realistically, she began to understand the magnetic attraction her young 
body had for a man. 

After all, Ken Chester was a man, a real man, handsome and lonely. But most 
of all, she was disturbed by his remarks of what it took to be a woman. She 
remembered his words explicitly: That no virgin was really a woman, and he 
had said that only a man could transform a girl into a woman. There had been 
a note of contempt in his voice when he had said the word girl, and now she 
found herself smarting at the thought that he regarded her as a mere girl. 

For several months now, she had sensed that she was entering into a new 
cycle in her life. Her rapidly developing young body was playing tricks on 
her, sexual tricks, and often she woke in the morning with an exciting 
moisture between her heated thighs. 

Now she visualized Ken Chester's naked body as she had seen it that day at 
the pool. She thought especially of his long thick penis, seeing it swollen 
and erect from a distance, and later feeling it pressed like a scalding 
staff against her smooth naked back. Until today she had not permitted her 
thoughts to wander to sex, but now she recalled with exciting clarity every 
detail of his lust-engorged penis and the semen-bloated testicles beneath 
it. She was actually enjoying these lewd pictures in her mind and feared the 
intrusion of a single thought or idea which might inhibit them, turn them 
into painful instruments of shame and guilt. Before her death, Laurie's 
mother had instilled in the pretty young girl a sense of decorum that had 
successfully blocked out any specific imaginings about sex. 

Now, however, her imagination was opening up and she was able to drift 
gradually into sleep, the deep, languorous sleep of limpid sensuality. 

* * * 

"So you rode up into the Chiquitas today, eh? Well, I'm sure as hell glad 
you had enough sense to high-tail it home before the storm hit," said Ned 
Dow to his niece that evening at dinner. Ned Dow was a bear of a man, well 
over six feet tall, and his every movement, as well as the booming sound of 
his voice, conveyed an impression of hugeness. Although Laurie had never 
been really afraid of him, her love of the man was tempered with a solid 
respect for his sheer size and the authority with which he handled the 
affairs of the ranch. 

"Yes, Uncle Ned, I had a dandy ride," she responded, smiling happily as she 
once again thanked her lucky stars for his habit of sleeping after lunch. 
Then she sat for a moment staring at her empty plate with wide eyes, 
wondering if she dare tell him about meeting Ken Chester at the pool. Her 
uncle might question her about the details of the encounter, and she was not 
certain that she could lie successfully. After a moment, an alternative 
topic for conversation came to mind her uncle's prize stallion who had not 
been rounded up with the other stock spooked by a bear two nights ago. 

"Say, Uncle Ned, did you get a lead on the black stallion yet?" Laurie 
asked, her interest kindled at the thought of the virile black stud. 

"It's just as Hank told you, he saw his tracks leading down into Boggy 
Canyon. But he's tough and can stand conditions that would kill an ordinary 
horse in nothing flat. . . How come you're all of a sudden so interested in 
that ornery stud? You're supposed to be concernin' yourself with books and 
the English language. That's why I'm payin' through the nose to send you to 
a good school, because you've got your mother's brains and can make sense 
out of things." 

Laurie's bright face lit up with an affectionate smile and she reached 
across the table to squeeze her uncle's massive forearm. "How do you know 
I'm not planning to write a book about horses?" she said mockingly, her 
green eyes ripening with glee at having posed a question that she knew he 
could not answer. She frequently delighted in drawing him out this way, 
knowing that his male pride would rear up and cause him to launch lengthy 
explanations for the questions he asked. 

This time, however, he merely grunted and leaned forward slightly to stare 
unflinchingly into her eyes. After what seemed an eternity, his gaze dropped 
to the taut white material of the blouse stretched to the breaking point by 
her ripely budding breasts. She had seen him stare at her that way before 
many times since her parents' deaths, and had never known what to make of 
it. But this time, so soon after the eventful encounter with Ken, the lewd 
meaning behind his glinting eyes became clear. He was thinking of her 
sexually! 

"Okay, love, you've got me I don't know whether or not you're planning to 
write a book. But I can guess that you're not." His gruff voice, normally 
loud, was quieter and almost quavered with male emotion. "As a 
matter-of-fact, that black stud might just interest you the way a healthy 
man interests a healthy woman . . . That ornery black bastard might just 
make you think of yourself as female. Hell, you're old enough to start 
thinkin' that way . . . Ain't nothin' wrong with thinkin' of yourself as a 
woman." 

"Uncle Ned!" the astonished sixteen year old flushed, embarrassed and a 
little amazed at the possibility that her uncle might be right. There did 
seem to be some sort of weird link between her musings about the stallion 
and whatever notions she had about herself as a female . . . But, there was 
something, some connection she failed to understand. Since that encounter in 
the dark interior of Ken Chester's cabin, she had found it nearly impossible 
to think of the blond ranch-hand's caresses without soon thinking of the 
fierce stallion! Was the horse a kind of sexual symbol in her young, 
inexperienced mind? 

Then, as they sat there in silence, she was shocked to discover that even in 
her childhood she had somehow compared her uncle to the black stallion she 
had watched mount and furiously ram his "cock" into the brood mares. 

"Hell, girl!" the big man roared in his accustomed voice, his eyes twinkling 
and familiar again. "Despite your momma's bein' a lady and all she taught 
you, you're still female and just as full of natural hankerings as anyone 
else. I'm only try in' to get you to realize it. It ain't wrong to think 
about sex . . . and any time you want to come to me . . . to talk about it. 
. . you can feel free to. You understand?" 

"Of course, Uncle Ned, but about the stallion . . . " Her voice trailed off 
with the uncertainty of what she was going to say next to the towering man 
across the table. 

"Besides that," he barked, "it's no damned secret that you're already 
equipped with more than enough of what it takes to be a hot little item in 
the right man's bed. All right, I know this sounds mighty bold to you, but 
don't be silly and bolt before you stop to mull over what I'm sayin' . . . 
If something happened I mean if you happen to get in a dither and land up 
under some good-lookin' boy for Christ's sake don't get caught and come home 
in foal. If you're gonna have fun, be careful, that's all." 

"Okay, Uncle Ned, if that ever happens, I'll remember what you've said." 
Then, changing the subject for her own relief, she asked if he would mind if 
she spent most of the following day riding Sniffy up in the Chiquita's. 

"Sure, go ahead," Ned Dow said benevolently. "That's what vacations are for 
. . . Just be careful of snakes and storms, that's all I ask." 

"I'll be careful," she assured. "Who knows, maybe if I ride along quietly 
and keep in the shadows, I'll catch sight of the stallion." 

"Maybe," he said as he drained off the glass of beer that he always had with 
dinner, no matter what the fare. Laughing, he added: "But don't let that 
black stallion catch you. You never can tell, he might work up a yen for a 
pretty girl like you." His statement provoked a shudder in her, a tremor 
caused as much by a dark fear as by tiny instinctive surges of lewd 
fascination with her uncle's warning. 

Later, as she prepared for bed, Laurie took extra care at brushing her hair 
and even spent the better part of an hour manicuring her nails. There was no 
sense kidding herself: She definitely planned on riding up to Ken Chester's 
cabin the next day. He would probably think that her appearance there was a 
blatant invitation for more of what had happened today. And perhaps that 
would not be far from wrong; she was not exactly sure of her motives for 
wanting to see him again. One thing she knew, even if he was older than she, 
and a complete stranger, she could not tolerate his thinking of her as a 
mere girl! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Everything was going wrong. Laurie had risen at seven o'clock the next 
morning, showered, dressed in brand new riding clothes, had a hearty 
breakfast, and had gone out with a high heart to saddle up Sniffy. But on 
the way to the corral she met Hank, the ranch foreman, and learned that most 
of the riding stock had been spooked by the bear again. The high-strung 
horses had panicked and broken out of the corral as well as several stalls 
reserved for the family's private mounts. Sniffy was one of those missing. 
Later, to make matters worse, her uncle had forbidden her to leave the ranch 
under any circumstances, even on another mount, until the weather cleared 
up. 

It was not until nearly noon, several hours after she had sulked off to her 
room to read and contemplate her rotten luck, that Ned Dow knocked on the 
door to her bedroom and asked if she was presentable. 

"Okay, love, don't fret," he grinned as he entered and stopped at the foot 
of her bed. "The boys brought in most of the horses. Sniffy's in his stall, 
and I've heard on the radio that the weather's clearing for a few days. So 
go on out and find that goddamned black stallion, but mind me, if you're not 
back here before dark, I'll ground your sexy little hind end for the rest of 
the summer. Is it a deal?" 

Jumping up from the bed with an expression of astonished relief, Laurie ran 
to the big man, hugged him, and flew out the door without a single word. 

Ned Dow stood rooted to the floor of Laurie's bedroom for several minutes. 
His face was flushed and a tingling sensation warmly spread in his loins. He 
felt hot all over. Damn! he thought. Laurie's getting to big to hug me like 
that. 

The places where her firmly ripened young breasts had pressed against his 
barrel chest felt as if they had been seared with one of his own red-hot 
branding irons, and his stiffening cock strained in his jeans where it had 
made contact with the resilient swell of her warm-fleshed thighs. It was 
time to go to town, he thought. 

Time to get himself a woman! 

* * * 

Out by the corral the ranch's foreman, Hank Woods, had similar thoughts as 
he watched Laurie swing into the saddle, stretching her riding pants taut 
over her enticingly rounded ass-cheeks. For several years now, he had 
watched Ned Dow's niece change from a gangling adolescent into a lush young 
woman. Many a summer night he had lain in the bunk house imagining what that 
ripe young body looked like naked, but fear of losing his job and respect 
for Ned Dow prevented him from going beyond the boundaries of those lewd 
imaginings. Nevertheless, if he was presented with a safe opportunity, there 
was no doubt in his mind that he would take advantage of it. 

A possibility of just such an opportunity had occupied his thoughts several 
times during the past summer; watching Laurie carefully, he had noted that 
on many occasions she had returned from her "rides" with her hair damp from 
swimming, and he had concluded that she did so au naturel. 

A thought suddenly struck him. Was it possible that she planned just that 
today? Damned right it was possible! he thought as he watched her guide the 
big chestnut along the bank of the lake. Suddenly, he made up his mind. 

"Hey, Mike!" he shouted to the nearest ranch-hand who was mucking out one of 
the horse stalls. "Saddle my horse. I think I'll go see if I can't track 
down that ornery stallion." 

* * * 

The ride across the meadow and up into the Chiquita Range had been easy, 
Laurie thought as she and Sniffy entered the mouth of the small aspen-dotted 
canyon. Her heart was thumping crazily in anticipation of facing Ken, and it 
was all she could manage to keep from turning around to avoid the dreaded 
confrontation, one she realized could drastically change the course of her 
life. However, instead of fleeing, she urged Sniffy into a trot" to hasten 
her arrival and so cut short her rapidly mounting anxiety. She rode around 
the last bend and up to the clearing in front of the cabin with her jaw set, 
her face as expressionless as that of a truly brave man climbing the steps 
to the gallows. 

Reining Sniffy to a stop, the young red-head dismounted and looked about the 
place for some sign of the ranch-hands presence. Good Lord, what if, after 
all her crazy dread and lewd anticipation, he was not to be found? 

Just then her ears picked up the sound of a typewriter clicking away inside 
the cabin, a sound that both relieved and frightened her. Checking the 
last-minute impulse to sneak away and come another time when she was more 
self-assured, she strode briskly up to the door and rapped lightly. As there 
was no response from within, she knocked harder and more insistently. 
Suddenly the door flew open and there was Ken, dressed in shorts, an 
expression of surprise on his face changing to obvious pleasure when he 
recognized her. Saying nothing, he stood back and waved his hand inward in a 
flourish of invitation. 

"I-I hope you don't mind my stopping by for a moment," Laurie stammered in 
embarrassment, her courage suddenly changing to doubt. "I was just riding 
by." The knowing smile that flooded his face triggered her own smile, and in 
the next instant they both were bent double with laughter, sharing the 
unspoken joke. When their chuckles subsided, Ken took her arm and led her to 
the chair in front of the table. 

"All right, my little mountain nymph, sit down and tell me all about where 
you were going.. . when you just happened to drop by for a minute." He was 
still beaming widely as he ran his eyes up and down her voluptuous form, 
drinking in every curve and swell of her youthful anatomy just as he had the 
day before. 

"To tell you the truth," Laurie giggled, "I wanted to talk about your novel. 
. . It's really veddy, veddy serious, you know, and I think it needs some 
important changes to make it worthwhile to your readers." 

"I think you need an important change, Laurie. I think you need to be 
changed from a girl to a woman. Don't you agree?" he asked, his voice a 
mixture of spoof and sincerity. She knew what he was talking about, of 
course, but could not bring herself to openly acknowledge that she knew what 
he meant, attempting instead to divert him by pointing to the typewriter and 
saying: 

"I heard you typing. Are you working on something new?" But he ignored her 
tactic and held his eyes fiercely locked on her lush young form, undressing 
her with his mind as she squirmed uncomfortably in the crude chair. It was a 
showdown, she decided, to see if she could hold up a test he had devised. 
But his facial features were all too convincingly tense, as though they had 
been drawn tight by wires under the surface of the skin, to permit her to 
relax in the belief that he was simply exploring the extent of her courage. 

"Laurie, it's true, isn't it, that yesterday was the first time you ever saw 
a man with his cock hard?" He paused for a moment, allowing his obscene 
words to sink in, to register fully in the delicious redheaded nymph's mind. 
Then, lowering his voice an octave, he went on: "And you thought about my 
cock last night, didn't you, Laurie? You thought of what it would be like to 
touch it and have it inside you . . . to become a woman." 

"Ken Mr. Chester you shouldn't.. . you mustn't say such things," she 
whispered, turning her face away to hide the pink glow of humiliation that 
she felt coloring her cheeks. 

"DIDN'T YOU!? " he insisted, advancing a step. 

"Yes . . . yes, I did," she admitted in a barely audible voice, "but I 
didn't want to . . . I-I couldn't help it. It-it just happened. It was the 
first time . . . Yes, you're right, it was something I'd never seen before 
and yes, I couldn't help but think of what it's really like . . . to touch." 
She was further humiliated by the guilty admission she was making and wanted 
somehow to disappear between the narrow cracks in the plank floor. Her mind 
was filled with regret as she wished she could unsay everything and undo 
these last two days just be the innocent bookworm she had been back at 
school, before vacation. 

Ken came another step closer and was standing beside the chair, but she was 
too psychologically beaten to be put on her guard by his hovering nearness. 
She did not even flinch when he placed his tanned hand on her shoulder and 
began to massage it, gently and with sympathetic tenderness. Sensing his 
softness, she nuzzled her head against his hand and was pleased with its 
comforting warmth, its strength and the puzzling warm glow of satisfaction 
that came from the physical contact between them. 

"You know, honey," Ken said almost matter-of-factly as he moved his big hand 
slowly from her narrow shoulder to trace his fingertips lightly teasingly 
over the fragile freckled skin at the base of her slender throat, "I think 
you came back here today to discover what it is to be a woman. And I'm glad 
you did, for my own sake, because I've been yearning for a woman . . . 
especially a delicious young woman like you. You're lucky, too, that you 
have someone like me to break you in right. Otherwise, you probably would've 
gotten your first fucking from some clumsy high school kid . . . some punk 
who wouldn't know even the basics, let alone the fine points, of fucking." 

Laurie winced inwardly at his use of the obscene word, a word not even her 
uncle used in front of her. Her mind was adrift with confusing thoughts that 
would not focus. And she could not stop the sudden tingling warmth that the 
ever more daring explorations of his stroking fingertips were creating in 
the pit of her stomach. His hand had half disappeared down the open "vee" of 
her still-buttoned blouse, and now he was inserting two fingers in the deep 
cleavage between her closely-spaced breasts. Still seated, she was 
positioned so that his loins were less than a foot from her face as he stood 
before her, and she watched fascinated as his cock began to steadily swell 
and jerk under the restraining fabric of his shorts. 

The young virgin sat motionless, completely frozen as he unbuttoned her 
blouse with one hand and reached under her hair with the other, his fingers 
again playing a light tracing game along the nerves at the top of her spine, 
causing tiny shivers of delight to run over her back like invisible insects. 
Meanwhile, he deftly peeled the blouse from her shoulders and, with the hand 
at the back of her neck, pushed her forward so that he could slip the flimsy 
blouse down her arms and off. 

"Stand up, honey, I want to kiss you," he said huskily, taking her bare arms 
to help her to her feet, then crushing her to him for an endlessly fevered 
kiss that flattened and bruised her full sensuous lips. He was becoming 
impatient now, she knew, and his lengthening cock throbbed like a thick wild 
nerve against her belly. Her own senses were reeling as well, dangerously 
close to the edge, the point of no return, her wide-open eyes showing a 
mixture of feelings fear and humiliation and irresistible lewd pleasure. She 
felt her arms encircle his heavily-muscled back as though they had a will of 
their own, clasping him in a passionate embrace with a burst of strength 
that she never knew she had. 

Finally, long moments later, Ken disengaged himself from her and stepped 
back, his fingers working frantically at the fly of his shorts. He slid them 
off his hips and down to his knees, his long thick cock springing into view 
and quivering like a wild animal suddenly released from its cage. Laurie 
uttered a little cry at the sight of the incredibly huge penis her heart 
skipping several beats as she stared in awe at the menacing rod of flesh 
with its expanding blood-engorged head. She had never seen anything so 
formidable, had never believed that a man could put anything so thick and 
long into a woman without killing her. 

Ken knew what she was thinking, exactly the same thing other women in his 
amorous past had thought when they first caught sight of the size of his 
penis. Bending over, he slipped the shorts over his feet and turned to face 
her with a lewd grin on his lips and slowly began to stroke the heavy 
uncircumcised foreskin of his desire-hardened cock back and forth. Seeing 
the shock register on her face, he smiled, obviously enjoying the cruel 
torment he was subjecting her to. 

"What do you think of that, Laurie?" he asked, a faint lewd glint growing in 
his eyes like an ember glowing in the fire. "I'll bet your little boy 
friends don't have anything like that to run between your legs.. . Okay, 
honey, it's time you got undressed so we can get down to business." 

Obediently, as though mesmerized, the young girl responded to his command 
and stepped back, without looking, to sit in the room's solitary chair. 
After she had struggled out of her boots and socks, she rose and unzipped 
the fly of her riding britches, squirming as she tugged them down over her 
firmly curving hips. She was wearing skimpy white bikini panties, and Ken 
felt his cock lurch even tauter when he beheld the faint line of red-gold 
pubic hair running up to a point on her enticingly rounded little belly. The 
snaps of her lacy white brassiere came next and she heard him mutter faintly 
as she lowered her hands from her back and shrugged out of the garment, her 
softly mounded white breasts bursting free in the air. Laurie stood 
trembling in fear and anticipation as he dropped to his knees in front of 
her, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her silk panties and 
pulling them slowly down over the smooth young curves of her buttocks, at 
last letting the skimpy panties drop at her feet like a deflated parachute. 

She was completely naked! 

Still trembling, she stood before him like an innocent Aphrodite about to be 
sacrificed on the altar of love, her flawlessly smooth skin glowing with 
whiteness in the dim light. Ken remained on his knees in front of her, 
panting like a bull about to charge toward a conquest. Suddenly he moved 
forward, grasping her resilient young ass-cheeks with both hands, and she 
felt his lips pressing wetly into the naked flesh of her belly. The 
unexpected hot contact sent chills of excitement racing through her naked 
body and her blood began to burst in her veins like tiny needle-points of 
fire. The surprise of his touch caused her to sway precariously and she 
automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to 
keep from toppling over. Mistaking this as encouragement, Ken dropped his 
mouth to the little hillock of her pussy, spreading the sparse red pubic 
hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue into the wetly moistened split 
of her vagina, his tongue coming into electrifying contact with the tiny bud 
of her clitoris. 

Then, walking on his knees, he guided her backwards toward the lumpy 
mattress waiting in the corner. Moving as though floating, Laurie finally 
felt the edge of the bed catch her mid-calf and she sprawled flat on her 
back, her long legs flying invitingly open as she fell. He leaped forward 
and pinned her in that position as she struggled in vain to roll away to the 
far side of the bed. But he was adamant and clamped his sweating palms 
against the soft insides of her violently quivering thighs and held her 
fast. 

Legs splayed far apart and eyes now opened wide in a sudden panic, the 
virginal teenager attempted to scream, to plead with him, but managed only a 
dry-throated gurgling sound. She had suddenly changed her mind, but now she 
was hopelessly trapped and at his mercy, and she knew that he could take her 
anyway he wanted to. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her 
widespread thighs, grinning up at her between her firm young breasts like a 
hungry animal preparing to devour its helplessly resisting victim. The moist 
pink flesh of her vagina was exposed to his leering face like an offering to 
the gods as she lay petrified on the mattress, her heart beating like a 
runaway locomotive, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in greedy 
anticipation of the naked young feast spread before him. Even in her fear of 
the forbidden act he was committing, Laurie was amazed at the dramatic 
satanic change that had come over her uncle's ranch-hand. He had changed 
from a gentle and considerate man to a sex-hungry beast in less than five 
minutes! 

Her thoughts still muddled, the frightened red-head felt him place his palms 
flat against the inner softness of her fearfully quivering thighs, his 
thumbs resting on the tender fleshy outer lips of her cunt. Then with a slow 
torturing outward movement, Ken drew the now slightly pulsating lips apart 
and submitted the wet pink slit to his merciless gaze. He watched it 
greedily for a moment and then with a low groan, dropped his head and buried 
the full length of his tongue like a long slippery snake into the warm 
confines of her helplessly throbbing cuntal lips. Immediately she bucked 
upwards, a girlish moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks 
frantically ground down into the mattress as she tried to elude the depraved 
assault on her virginal pussy-flesh. 

"Oooooh, pleeese! Ooooh!" she whimpered pitifully as he wormed his tongue 
ferociously into her tiny pulsating vaginal mouth. She had lifted her head 
up off the mattress and was peering down between her nakedly swaying 
breasts, watching him in astonishment and disbelief, her adolescent mind 
unable to fully fathom the sensuous feelings rippling through her virginal 
young body. And still his head rocked up and down as he licked and sucked at 
her defensively cringing young cunt, tasting the rising female secretions 
that were beginning to mingle with his own saliva. 

"God no, it can't be happening like this," she groaned over and over to 
herself in wonder and humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and 
flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue flicked in and out of 
her involuntarily dilating cuntal lips. Yet despite her horror at the 
terrible things being done to her nakedly exposed vagina, sudden wisps of 
shameful pleasure began to rise in her sensitive nerves. 

Her arms lay tensed at her sides as her naked white young breasts began to 
quiver from the buffeting of his head lodged obscenely between her 
splayed-open thighs. His hands climbed up over the soft white flatness of 
her belly and harshly seized the cream-white flesh of the twin mounds, his 
fingers rolling the pebble-hard nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As 
his mouth and tongue worked maddeningly in wet determination at the virginal 
tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching with 
satanical delight the humiliating contortions of her face through the deep 
valley of her wildly dancing breasts. 

Laurie lay paralyzed in defenseless submission to the ravenous outrage her 
naked young cunt was being subjected to. There was nothing she could do, and 
he was defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her 
beyond her wildest imagination. She was losing the battle she was waving 
with her passion-confused mind against the traitorous sensations of obscene 
pleasure that were rapidly possessing her. She was catching fire; her cheeks 
and throat were rosy, as though touched with rouge, and it gave her an 
inflamed look which matched the unseeing character of her lust-glazed eyes. 
As new waves of lascivious pleasure washed through her, she moaned, 
stretching and placing her arms behind her head, pushing back the tousle of 
red hair which was lit by a watery shaft of light streaming in the window. 

Ken's eyes were still fastened on Laurie's shamefully contorted face as he 
continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her thumb-spread vagina. 
Chuckling like a demented devil, he brought his hands down from her knees, 
his broad shoulders and muscular upper arms prying her legs even farther 
apart. He pushed them up and over her naked young body so that her knees 
were crushed into her breasts, exposing the entire flat plane of her 
moistening loins to his lust-maddened eyes. This will surprise the little 
bitch, he grinned to himself, flicking the tip of his tongue into the 
tightly puckered hole of her anus nestled provocatively just below the moist 
cuntal opening. 

"Oh God, no, no, don't! Noooo!" she begged, trying desperately to wiggle her 
buttocks away from the hot invading tongue licking without mercy at her 
vulnerably exposed anus. But he continued the lewd attack, not hearing, not 
caring as he stabbed into her elastically contracting rectum. Laurie was out 
of her mind, fighting and yet involuntarily reacting to the delicious growth 
of forbidden pleasure caused by the unnatural invasion, her buttocks 
screwing back against her will at the darting tongue. Suddenly nothing else 
counted, nothing but the obscene spasms of ecstasy that made her jerk and 
writhe around like some wanton slut aching to get her fill of sex. 

"Okay, honey, now it's time to make you a real woman," he rasped, climbing 
hurriedly up to hover over her prostrate form, grinning obscenely at her as 
he reached out with both hands and once more grasped her heaving breasts, 
using them like handles to lever himself all the way up onto the crude bed. 

Then, removing one hand, he reached down between her flailing legs and felt 
the soft protective folds of delicate young flesh surrounding her virginally 
tight cunt. His fingers searched almost patiently for a moment, and then 
found their moistened quarry, making her flinch and the soft resilient 
cheeks of her buttocks clench tightly together, imprisoning his hand between 
her gripping thighs. Ken swore and pushed his hand forward to break the 
vise-like lock that her girlish thighs had on him, giving one rude push with 
his forearm. 

Laurie felt the last of her failing strength, born of sudden fear and 
desperation, give way. She trembled uncontrollably, biting her lip in a vain 
attempt to drown out the pain as his middle finger wormed its way up into 
the now wet and open cuntal entrance. The finger moved around inside her in 
steadily widening circles, inching deeper and deeper up into her fearfully 
quivering belly. Finally, with a slight pop of the thin membrane of her 
maidenhead, his steadily probing finger slipped up into her all the way past 
the second knuckle. She opened her mouth to scream from the flash of pain, 
but nothing came. Instead, she groaned exhaustedly, jerking her head to one 
side on the mattress and closing her eyes to escape his excitedly leering 
gaze. Surprisingly the pain was already ebbing away. 

The trembling sixteen year old was even more amazed at herself when she 
unquestioningly followed Ken's orders to spread her legs. All this was 
unreal it was a dream, a nightmare of carnality, she thought as she opened 
her eyes cautiously to watch the ranch-hand take his long thick cock and 
place the distended head at the tiny pink mouth of her cuntal lips. Oh my 
God, she cringed, it was too big! He would never fit! She would be torn in 
two! 

"Hold on, baby, I'll try to take it easy," he said the maniacal sneer still 
on his face as he began to slowly rotate the cock-head around the tiny 
elastic-like opening of her cunt, parting the sparse red-gold pubic hair to 
grant himself easier access. Then, with a gentleness she did not expect, he 
began to apply pressure, the soft fleshy pussy lips spreading easily as the 
tip of the huge thrusting cock barely penetrated her. Again, he pressed 
forward, slowly, gently, against the warm fleshy resistance, until she felt 
the first pangs of pain searing through her helplessly spread body. She 
nearly lost consciousness as the agonizing pressure built. Another 
lust-thickened inch sank in, and then another, cruelly stretching the tight 
little opening until Laurie was convinced that she would die from the pain. 

Suddenly he thrust his hips forward, no longer caring, sending his long 
glistening cock sliding up into her small virginal cunt with a roaring 
anger, pushing the soft resisting flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling 
waves before it, driving deeply into her, not stopping until his cum-bloated 
balls smacked like a resounding gunshot against the upturned cheeks of her 
naked buttocks. She was left gasping for breath, her eyes opened wide, her 
mouth slack, her face now bloodless as she suffered hopelessly beneath this 
cruel monster of a man. 

"Aaaaagghhh! Ooooh Goddd! Noooo!" she screamed at last, feeling certain that 
she was dying, her no longer innocent vagina ripped into what must be a 
thousand tiny shreds. She had never been so filled by anything in her life . 
. . nothing had ever been such torture. 

The rangy ranch-hand lay still for a moment, soaking the entire throbbing 
length of his massive cock in the moistly ravaged channel. Laurie also lay 
immobile, hoping that her stillness would alleviate the pain. She could feel 
every tiny ridge of flesh on his deeply embedded penis, and when he began 
flexing it inside her, she cried out in vain protest, her brain a seething 
mass of white-hot fire and helpless incoherency. Reflexively, she tensed her 
inner thigh muscles tightly together in an attempt to ease the steady onward 
invasion of the huge staff, but the throb and contraction of her tight young 
pussy walls served only to taunt the probing penis more. 

Then, pulling her closer to him, he forced his swollen hardness even deeper 
up into her painfully straining belly. She could feel the hard blunt head 
nudging against the cushiony tip of her cervix, radiating unwanted jolts of 
burning pain deep into her womb. Again he flexed the huge bulbous head at 
the end of his buried cock, this time withdrawing it halfway from her 
clasping vagina, forcing her to utter a choking sound as her tight pink 
cuntal flesh clenched defensively around the hardened male pole. 

Gradually he eased forward again, then out, steadily lengthening the stroke. 
She felt him begin a steady pumping motion, driving all the way in and 
almost all the way out, the now thinly-stretched cuntal lips pulling out on 
the backstroke, then virtually submerging inside her own lewdly swallowing 
cunt as they clung to the ramming cock on the in-stroke. 

Ken knew now that she would soon be on the verge of total surrender; even 
she realized that she could not escape the inevitable. She was his slave, 
this sixteen year old girl who had dared to give into her lascivious 
curiosity and had come back to his cabin to play with fire. 

Glancing down at the granite-hard rod of flesh filling her to the bursting 
point, he saw the traces of bright virginal blood blending with her cuntal 
secretions, shining like victory on the visible portion of his heavily 
throbbing penis as he withdrew it in preparation for another deep hard lunge 
into her dilated young pussy. Yes, now she knew how foolish it was to play 
games with a real man, especially a lonely, womanless man. 

The subjugated teenager's body began to react as the pain lessened with each 
loud smack of his balls against her naked buttocks. There was no longer any 
reason to fight the lewd feelings of desire coursing hotly through her 
veins. She had lost in her struggle against the obscene sensations, and even 
the thought of her total submission sent fresh thrills running salaciously 
through her. She began to bask in the rhythm of Ken Chester's lust-thickened 
cock skewering into her without mercy, her whole naked young body writhing 
and twitching shamelessly beneath him. 

The blond ranch hand began breathing faster, gulping for air, as the tempo 
of his thrusts increased to that of maniacal frenzy, his heavy-lidded eyes 
filming in his sexual ecstasy. The insanity of animal lust raged in his 
hard-slamming loins and he was aware of nothing else in the world but the 
fact that a full-bodied teenage girl was passionately responding to his 
fucking, writhing and turning in ecstasy beneath him. Spurred on by Laurie's 
pitching body and the way she had begun to kick with her heels against his 
back, he dug more deeply into her, pinning her to the mattress, restricting 
her movements until she thought she would go thoroughly mad unless she could 
move freely with him. 

With every solid forward lunge, Ken jarred her entire naked young body, 
pushing her toward the wall. He felt his own head touch the wooden surface 
and automatically raised himself over her in a push-up position, his hands 
dropping from her jiggling breasts to seize her ankles and pry them farther 
apart. His sun-bronzed body was now a ball of uncontrolled passion, 
unleashing itself completely against the squirming, tender flesh beneath 
him. 

He could feel his heated cock growing rapidly thicker and thicker deep up in 
her young quivering belly, and ground savagely into her with a wave of 
sadistic delight flashing across his contorting facial features. Never had 
he fucked anything this young before, nothing this innocent and tender and 
helpless, and it was goading him on to heights of lustful savagery unknown 
even to him. His thickly inflating cock ached and throbbed as it never had 
before. 

"How do you like it baby?. . . Do you like . . . my big cock . . . fucking . 
. . into your cunt?" he managed to ask, spitting out the words between 
gulping breaths as he delivered a series of extra hard strokes between her 
widespread legs, wanting to weaken her completely to his overpowering will, 
in mind as well as in body. 

"I.. . oh, yes," she hissed, ashamed of admitting it and humiliated by his 
crudeness . . . yet afraid of offending him lest she lose the bliss of 
having his massive penis pounding into her throbbing vagina. 

"Then say it.. . Say you like . . . my big cock," he snarled contemptuously, 
still panting. 

"I like it.. . it's beautiful.. . " she hedged, unable to say what he 
wanted. 

"Goddamnit! Say it!" 

"Ooooh, no, no, I can't," she cried, a pleading look in her lust-glazed 
green eyes. "I can't say . . . such things . . . Please don't make me!" 

She fought with all the strength and courage of her young years to muster 
the lewd words he wanted, demanded of her to say. But it was impossible.. . 
at least she thought so until suddenly he stopped pumping into her and she 
groaned at the loss of the wonderful new sensations. 

"Say it!" he snarled. 

"Oh yes, yess, I love.. . your big cock fucking me . . . fucking me . . . 
filling my . . . my cunt," she finally gasped, lifting her smooth white 
loins up to receive the delicious reward of his deep thrusts again. She was 
ashamed, but not enough to refuse him, not enough to forfeit the joy of 
having his massive male cock thrusting inside her a joy that she wondered 
how she had lived without until now! 

He did not disappoint her, but renewed his forceful fucking with even more 
zest and impassioned wildness than before. Then, pulling her back to the 
center of the mattress, he reached down and cupped the twin half-moons of 
her rounded white buttocks, stretching them obscenely apart as faint mewls 
of servile acceptance groaned from her chest in breathless torrents. Her 
face wrung with craving, her mouth fell open, neck straining, nostrils 
flaring, a light sweat breaking out on her brow, passing tendrils of her 
long flailing red hair to her temples. 

Ken slaved over his boss' voluptuous niece, xas hypnotized as she was by the 
lewd cadence of his semen-bloated balls slapping against the unprotected 
crevice of her buttocks. He smiled to himself at the thought of further 
conquering this little teenage bitch toiling wildly beneath him, and slid 
his fingers over the taut skin of her gyrating buttocks, finding the tiny 
tight-ringed anal opening where it puckered and worked in obscene rhythm to 
his pistoning cock. 

Her unprotected anus was soft, warm and forbidden, and he quickly pushed 
into it with an extended middle finger, surprising her just as he had with 
his tongue. The soft rubbery flesh yielded and his finger slowly slipped 
inside. Her cries of protest and subjugation gradually changed to moans of 
licentious pleasure as her tiny virginal rectum became accustomed to the 
forbidden explorations of his spearing finger. A diabolical smile crossed 
his face as he felt her begin screwing her buttocks back on his sodomizing 
finger, impaling herself between the gigantic cock in her pussy and the 
extended middle finger in her formerly chaste rectum. He moved his other 
hand to where his cock was fucking in and out of her widespread cunt and 
could feel the soft fleshy pussy-lips clasping desperately to his thundering 
hardness. He fondled and played with the greedily flowering lips where he 
entered her, speeding up his strokes, ramming deep until he sensed the 
approach of her climax, the rosy hue on her face brightening in an 
unmistakable sign. 

"Fuck harder! Fuck harder! Oh, pleease!" she moaned, her face changing into 
an unrecognizable mask of frantic passion as she bucked and squirmed faster, 
her hands darting behind his driving buttocks to pull him as far as humanly 
possible up between her open and receiving thighs. 

"Oh, Ken, I can't help it, I'm going crazy! Something's happening! . . . Oh, 
oh, ooohhh!" she half screamed in a voice shrill with mind-reeling rapture. 
Her climactic secretions flowed wetly out around his still driving cock, 
spilling down into the desperately clenching furrow of her buttocks, 
flooding his testicles and the base of his cock as he drubbed unrelentingly 
into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she continued to 
groan out her first true orgasm, her lust-heated cum still flowing in 
unchecked gushes down the full quivering moons of her buttocks. Her 
cock-filled cunt was a mass of exquisite moisture and she felt nothing but 
the obscene experience of total release, a soaringly soul-sapping burst of 
sexual energy that erupted again and again, as though it would never end. 

Ken could also feel the hot load poised in his aching balls, impatiently 
waiting for its earth-shattering explosion, the thick broadening head of his 
cock flexing and expanding inside her brutalized vagina. He wanted her to 
remember this first fuck for the rest of her life, and gathered himself to 
make the last jack-hammering onslaught of cunt-splitting strokes, the ones 
she would think of most. 

Then, unable to contain himself a second longer, he erupted, his hot thick 
cum shooting deep up into the recesses of her gratefully accepting womb, 
mingling in searing wetness with her own orgasmic secretions. Her head 
whirled in mindless sensuality as the scalding spurts surged far up inside 
her, filling her to overflowing with white liquid heat. The hot slippery 
walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped, milking at the crazily jerking 
penis like a sucking, starving mouth . . . until at last, Ken collapsed on 
her exhausted form like a lifeless hulk. 

Breathing thickly from their exertions, they lay still, his rapidly 
deflating penis still tightly encased by her sperm-flooded cunt. Finally, 
calling on the last reserves of his spent cock withdrawing from her forever 
stretched vaginal opening with a slight moist pop in the dim silence of the 
cabin. 

Laurie sighed regretfully at the loss and felt a cool rush of air play over 
her nakedly exhausted young body, drying the beads and smears of sex-sweat. 
After a long moment, she drew away from Ken, far enough to allow herself 
room to turn over on her stomach and rest her head on her folded arms, her 
eyes staring outward toward nothing. 

Gradually, her sense of reality returned, Laurie realized that it was 
raining outside. Listening dreamily to the soft patter of raindrops on the 
roof, like a tranquil lullaby, the no longer virginal teenager smiled at her 
own astonishment that, despite what she had done, the world was still 
functioning normally . . . the obscene things that had happened to her had 
not altered the workings of nature. This thought somehow amused her, perhaps 
because now she more fully understood herself in relation to nature . . . as 
a woman. 

Turning her head, she saw that Ken Chester, the man she had thought of as a 
selfish beast when he was kissing her down between her legs a few short 
minutes ago, was sound asleep at her side. Now, she felt no anger toward 
him. He had freed her from her juvenile self, helped her take the first big 
step toward becoming a mature female, a real woman. She was filled with 
warmth, a kind of love toward him, and she leaned over to kiss him lightly 
on his flat firm stomach before she eased carefully off the mattress. 

The young teenager was halfway across the room toward her discarded clothing 
when suddenly the cabin door burst open! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Laurie, bending nakedly over to retrieve her scattered clothes snapped 
straight up, one hand flying to her mouth as she stared incredulously at the 
rain-drenched form of her uncle's foreman standing in the open doorway. 
There was no need to question Hank Woods' presence there; his eyes were wild 
with lust and the fly of his jeans was bursting open. From it, standing at 
rigid attention, protruded his thickly throbbing cock, blood-swollen and 
angry. 

"Get your ass over to the bed!" he snarled to Laurie, slamming the door shut 
behind him. "And you," he snapped to the slowly rising form on the bed, "get 
your ass over in that chair and keep your mouth shut!" 

"Hold on, now," Ken demanded, sitting upright. "What gives you the right to 
come barging in here ordering everyone around?" 

"Every right in the world!" Woods spat back. "I'm still foreman of this 
spread. And your supposta' be out fixin' fences. 'Stead I find you didlin' 
the boss' niece. Need any more reasons." 

"But.. . " 

"But nothin'. I been standin' out in that damn rain gettin' drenched 'n 
watchin' you plowin' this little filly. And by gawd I'm plannin' to get a 
little myself! If you know what's good for you, you'll set your ass down 'n 
keep your mouth shut. If not.. . start packin'. " 

Quietly the young ranch-hand rose, crossed to the chair, and sat down. 

Laurie didn't move, wasn't able to move. She couldn't believe what was 
happening! She had known Hank Woods nearly all her life and had almost as 
much respect for him as she had for her uncle. But now she couldn't imagine 
what had come over him, what had changed him into this surely lust-maddened 
beast a beast that reminded her of the way the black stallion looked when 
turned loose on the mares! 

"Get your ass over to the bed!" Woods snarled again, impatiently shucking 
out of his wet clothing. "Either that or Ned Dow learns that his precious 
little niece ain't as innocent as he thinks," he said more quietly as he 
strode naked across the small room to grasp the frightened and confused girl 
by the shoulders, spinning her around and shoving her hard toward the narrow 
bed. 

"Don't do this to me, Hank," Laurie pleaded, burying her face in her hands. 
"Oh, my God! Please let me go!" 

The ranch foreman gave her a look of withering contempt as he forced her 
knees against the bed, his eyes filled with lust, his mouth twisted 
sadistically. Applying pressure on her shoulders, he forced the naked young 
girl to bend forward until her elbows rested on the blanket-covered bed, 
then his hands left her twisting shoulders to grasp her by her tiny waist. 
"Spread your feet," he hissed into her ear. 

"Please, Hank," she whimpered. "Please don't do this . . . " But her voice 
trailed off as the utter hopelessness of her situation sank in. There was 
nothing she could do, she knew, and tears, fresh and abundant, flowed down 
her pale cheeks now. 

"Your gonna love it, baby," Hank snorted, as he pulled her upraised hips 
into position before him, guiding his blood-engorged cock-head directly 
toward her defenselessly trembling buttocks. She cringed as the hard rubbery 
head pressed hotly against the tender exposed white skin of her buttocks. 

"In a few minutes you're going to love it even more," he said as his two 
hands slid greedily around the quivering flesh of her belly, and began to 
rove over the soft young curves of her hips, then slipped back to the twin 
half-moons of her smoothly molded young buttocks. 

His touch sent little unwanted quivers of helpless delight tingling through 
Laurie, and against her will she found herself responding to his teasing 
touch. She knew it was useless to make an effort to stop his hand as it 
sought the soft resilient curls of her pussy, his fingers parting the silken 
strands of pubic hair and slipping slowly into the narrow sensitive slit of 
her vagina. They searched teasingly between the warmth of her trembling 
inner thighs until he found the tiny bud of her clitoris and stroked it into 
pulsating erection. 

Then, as suddenly as he had begun, Hank slipped his fingers from the 
helpless girl's quivering young cunt and straightened up again behind her. 
"Loved that, didn't you?" he asked, and his harsh tone brought Laurie's mind 
back to the reality of her situation with horrible abruptness. She thought 
of her uncle again, and of the utter contempt he would have for her if he 
were to find out about all this. With a little cry of fear, she clamped her 
firm full thighs together against the foreman's hands now roving lewdly 
between the narrow deep valley of her upturned buttocks. 

Roughly Hank pulled her clenching thighs apart, then hunched over her, 
resting the palms of his hands on the soft inner flesh while his thumbs 
sought out the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt again. With a slow, teasing 
outward movement that brought a low cry of shame for Laurie, he pressed the 
curl-fringed lips apart, exposing the pinkly glistening slit of her 
lust-moistened pussy. Christ but she was a hot little bitch! She was ready 
to fuck now, aching for it, even though she hadn't admitted it. Well, Hank 
Woods was the one to give her what she wanted, he thought maliciously, 
eyeing her with a triumphant gleam in his heavy-lidded eyes. He took his 
long thick cock in one hand and kneeling up between her widespread thighs 
guided it steadily to the cringing little pussy-mouth up between her 
wide-splayed legs. He pushed forward insistently until the thick rubbery 
head slipped through the golden-red cuntal strands towards the traitorously 
giving lips of her young helpless pussy. 

Laurie gasped and held her breath as feelings of irrepressible obscene 
desire mixed with her agonizing guilt. She fought against the lewd quivering 
that racked her body, while the thought of this disgraceful plundering of 
her defenseless pussy tortured her shame-filled mind. Then the blood-swollen 
tip of Hank's throbbing penis penetrated slightly the tight little opening 
of her naked vagina. The searing contact of his huge fleshy cock-head with 
her parting young cuntal lips sent sharp little spasms of forbidden pleasure 
through her young teenage body. "Oh, don't," she begged. "For God's sake! 
Hank! HANK!" 

"Now you're gonna get a real fuck," Hank snarled at the nakedly kneeling 
young girl, shutting off her protests. 

Laurie suddenly quivered in fear, remembering the pain of Ken's 
hymen-splitting entry a few minutes earlier, as she felt the blood-engorged 
head of the foreman's mammoth cock press unceasingly into the exposed pink 
slit between her widespread buttocks. 

Laurie cringed forward in an effort to escape it, but the relentlessly 
searching shaft followed its obscene target. Again, she felt it slip along 
the entire length of her moistening cuntal lips and push incitingly against 
her clitoris. A belt of hotly searing pleasure ran through her. "Oh . . . " 

Hank's hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, 
with his fingers digging harshly into her soft milk-white flesh. 

"Put it in," he ordered. 

"I'm . . . I'm afraid. It's going to hurt," she groaned helplessly. 

"Put it in!" His words snapped out like a cat-o-nine-tails, and she flinched 
as though he had actually struck her. 

Laurie groaned piteously as she felt his gripping fingers digging even 
deeper into her sensitive flesh. She couldn't stand it! In frightened 
desperation, she obediently reached back between her legs and found his 
fully lengthened cock. It was so thick that it seemed as though she couldn't 
possibly wrap her fingers around it. And with that first touch of her hand 
on his throbbing shaft, the ranch foreman knew he had to have it up inside 
her quick. He was going to fuck her! Now! 

The ranch owner's teenage niece knew it was going to hurt; she knew he would 
split her in two. And yet.. . strangely . . . masochistically . . . she 
welcomed it. Just bring me relief, she thought, and then tearfully pressed 
that huge bulbous cock-head at the defenseless opening of her no longer 
virginal vagina. 

The foreman smiled as he began a slow prodding against the tight 
elastic-like cuntal mouth, feeling the softly yielding lips flowering open 
to accommodate him. Then the bulbous head was through the first warm layer 
of enveloping flesh and attempting to force its way inside the tightly 
restricting ring of muscle guarding the tiny entrance to her vagina. 

"Aaaaaggghh," she grunted, panting in pain. "You're hurting me. Stop for a 
minute . . . please." 

With the feel of her clasping pussy wetly giving way before him, Hank felt 
no tenderness or inclination to mercy. He wanted to be up inside her all the 
way. He wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her! And the rapidly building heat 
of animal desire suddenly shorted out all restraint in him. He took a 
tighter hold on her firm young thighs, and then lunged "forward from behind 
her while at the same time brutally pulling her warm-flesh buttocks back 
toward him. 

"Aaaaagggghhh," it was a shrill scream of agony from Laurie, as she felt his 
long thick cock slam through the fleshy barriers of her cunt, deeper, far 
deeper than she had been penetrated by Ken only minutes earlier. She was 
being split apart ripped asunder! She even thought she could feel her 
stomach muscles being torn from their anchoring tendons. Then another scream 
gurgled from her throat, the scream of wild obscene exaltation of a mating 
mare. 

Laurie struggled vainly, tightening her upraised buttocks and lunging 
forward in an effort to escape the brutal impalement. The steadily thrusting 
penis was like some huge diamond-headed drill boring deep up into the 
subterranean areas of her belly. She could swear it was in so far that it 
must be lodged in her nakedly swaying breasts! Her cock-stretched cuntal 
walls were a blaze of agony from the invading shaft of muscle and flesh. 

Laurie attempted once more to struggle loose, but her efforts were futile, 
and she realized he had actually skewered her, firmly impaled her on the end 
of his rock-hard cock like some helpless butterfly on a mounting board. 

Behind the humiliated redhead on the mattress, the ranch foreman was 
thinking, God! But she has an absolutely incredible tight little cunt. It 
was small, the tightest he had in many a year, but it was all velvet and 
clinging heat up in there. A proud pussy, with reason to be proud. She had 
deep muscles that were unconsciously working on him now, even though she was 
still moaning and groaning in pain. It was a wonderful sensation, and if he 
didn't watch himself he would go out of his mind! Her clasping pussy walls 
clutched and caressed the shaft of his heatedly throbbing hardness, and he 
felt them ripple from some far-off reverberation of lewd sensation within 
her responding nervous system. And because she would make him cum this way 
without his moving at all Hank decided he had better start to fuck her right 
now or the young ranch-hand watching from the chair across the room would 
think he was a rabbit who couldn't hold back. 

Laurie gradually became aware that the foreman was beginning to rock 
rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her ovaly 
stretched vagina. The pain was fading now, and she began to feel once more 
the steady build-up of lewdly throbbing pleasure. Her breath became more 
shallow, and it rasped in her throat. 

"Go on . . . go on. I love it. I love it." 

Hank heard the naked young teenager's words and a feeling of supreme power 
and achievement swept over him. He knew now that she was responding 
naturally to his deep-plunging cock, as he fucked in and out with long 
steady strokes like a torpedo speeding silently through warm vaginal seas. 

Little explosive sounds of helpless delight began flowing from Laurie's lips 
with each deep inward thrust of that implacably racing cock. She could feel 
her adolescent body responding to him, could feel muscles and tendons and 
nerves all excitedly working in unison to bring him pleasure . . . and her 
own blissful relief. She spread her thighs even wider, feeling her knees 
scraping against the wool blanket covering the bed, feeling the pruriently 
beating throbs his cock-head made, as it twitched his springy pubic hair 
tight against her buttocks. 

Abruptly she dropped from her elbows to her shoulders on the blanket, 
lifting her firmly rounded young ass-cheeks up higher in an obscene offering 
of wanton lust. The roughness of the wool blanket stung her sensitively 
stiffening nipples into a greater hardness. Deep, deep up inside her 
quivering belly the spongy head of his long thick shaft grazed against the 
cushiony tip of her cervix while her youthful vagina warmly expanded and 
contracted like the folds of some pumping accordion. She felt the barely 
perceptible beginnings of the hotly exploding fire preceding her orgasm. It 
was beautiful.. . so beautiful! 

And then, abruptly, Hank pulled out! 

"Don't," she panted. "You can't do that to me!" 

"Love it, don't you?" His tone was brutal, his manner cruel and menacing. 
Laurie, terrified again, at last found her voice and gasped, "Y-yes!" 

"Yes, what?" Hank's voice left no doubt that he knew he had her in his lewd 
power. 

"Yes, Hank," Laurie whimpered. "I . . . I.. . looove it!" 

"Want some more cock?" he grinned with obscene delight at Laurie's meek 
submission to him. 

"Oh, please, yes . . . " 

"Not like that. Beg, you goddamned little prick-tease!" 

Laurie sucked in her breath. "Do it," she pleased with Hank. "Do it!" 

"Say 'Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock!' And make it sound like you mean 
it!" 

Laurie's head lolled to one side in abject humiliation and shame as she 
submitted even more completely to his degrading demands. With tears 
streaming down her face, she pleaded, "Oh, Hank, fuck me. Please fuck me. 
That's what I want you to do. For God's sake, fuck me with your big cock!" 

Hank's mouth twisted scornfully. "You don't sound very sincere, baby!" he 
said. "Still, I'll be generous and do it." 

He held her hips with his hands again as he slipped his glistening rod of 
lust-engorged male flesh into her moist cuntal passage, then began a slow 
rhythmic thrust which would soon build her to climax. He slaved behind her, 
fucking in and out of her tightly clenching pussy in long smooth strokes, 
sending his cock deep into her moist vagina to be warmly clasped and 
released, clasped and released in perfect synchronization with his brutal 
forward strokes. 

Fucking in and out of her excited teenage cunt wildly now, in and out, the 
ranch foreman quickened his strokes until Laurie felt she was on fire with 
the wild tongues of flame searing her pulsing loins, her quivering belly, 
shooting high up through her whole aroused body to lick at her sensitive 
breasts. She seemed possessed by an insane passion that blotted out all but 
the ecstatic pleasure of the older man's hard-driving penis. 

As he thrust again and again, his long hard cock like a piston ramming deep 
inside her, Hank felt Laurie jerk and then moan as she lurched against him. 
Abruptly, the wet sticky fluid of her orgasm gushed forth from deep inside 
the walls of her hotly clinging vagina and then, unbelievable to them both, 
as she writhed and churned wildly beneath him, Laurie began a weird, 
rhythmical incantation. "Ooooh, God! I'm cumming. I'm cumming . . . oh, my 
God! I'm cumming . . . ! I'M CUMMINNGGGGG!! ! " 

Hank felt his own lust-tormented cock expand in an agonizing spasm, the 
inside of his sperm-heavy testicles seemed to crazily explode, splitting 
wide open. The hot white liquid churning there raced up the full length of 
his rock-hard shaft, and then he spewed it forth into the depths of Laurie's 
hotly contracting young belly. It mingled momentarily there with her own 
excitedly flooding juices, then overflowed back out around her clasping cunt 
lips to trickle in thin lewd rivulets of surrender down the soft whiteness 
of her shuddering thighs. With a loud sigh, Hank collapsed forward over her 
voluptuously curved young body which had already gone limp and exhausted 
beneath him . . . her legs spread lewdly open in utter and total defeat. . . 

The room was silent for long minutes. Only the soft pattering of rain on the 
cabin roof and the sound of heavily exhausted breathing broke it. 

Finally Laurie began to stir. Rolling out from under the satiated foreman, 
she shakily rose to her feet and made her way unsteadily to the table, 
flashing a curious smile at the young ranch-hand sitting helplessly in the 
solitary chair. 

Prideless eyes raised slowly to meet those of the debased young girl as she 
poured herself a half-glass of wine, then neatly tossed it down in one 
shuddering gulp. Ken's hands came up off his naked lap in a helpless 
gesture. "I'm sorry, Laurie," he said quietly. 

She stared defiantly into his eyes for a moment, then dropped them. "Why?" 
she asked softly, raising her eyes to meet his once again. "You promised to 
make a woman of me, didn't you? Well, you did . . . Hank just confirmed it." 

She smiled then. Warmly. At both of them. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Oh Laurie's just fine and prettier than ever," Ned Dow assured Will and 
Barbara Ross, the smile on his face like a parental swagger as he lifted his 
full glass of straight whiskey to his mouth. As often happened when Ned came 
to Sugar Pine, the small Sierra town where he traded, he had met Will and 
his wife in the Shuteye Saloon, and the trio had retired to a back booth for 
a session of horse talk and hard drinking. 

Will was the forty-eight year old heir to an industrial fortune who was well 
known in the area for his successful "dabblings" in real estate and the 
string of winning thoroughbred horses he bred on his large ranch, Clouds 
Rest. His wife Barbara, was an attractive auburn-haired, brown-eyed woman 
who at thirty-five was rumored to be an easy lay, even though she was in 
every other sense thoroughly devoted to her wealthy husband. Several times 
she had drunk too much at parties and invited Ned Dow, in front of everyone 
including Will, to enjoy a romp in the sack with her. Ned had always 
declined, partially because Will was a good friend . . . but mostly because 
there had never been a real opportunity to slip away gracefully, undetected 
by Will, and take the promiscuous, hot-blooded woman up on her offer. 

"Say, Ned, how old is that sexy little filly of yours?" Will asked with more 
than just casual interest. As almost everyone knew, he was no purer than his 
wife when it came to appreciating the various charms of the opposite sex. 

Once, several years before, Barbara had become thoroughly soused and spilled 
the beans about her husband's attack on one of the young baby sitters they 
had hired to tend their son while the couple had attended a party. Evidently 
Will had disappeared from the party and driven home, as he later told it, 
"to check up on the boy." He had arrived home drunk and offered the 
frightened girl fifty dollars to go to bed with him. When she had refused, 
he had "attacked" her. Additional details were never made public, for 
obviously the girl's parents were not opposed to accepting hush money, and 
so the matter was thereafter shrouded with mystery. 

"Well, she's sixteen now," Ned answered, "But you'd never guess it from 
lookin' at her. Damned if she doesn't look like a grown woman these days, 
all curves and with a spicy glint in her eyes. You know, if I didn't know 
better, I'd say she's already been up in the loft with some young buck. 
Anyway, I'll bet she's startin' to think about it." 

Ned's whiskey was talking, but his words were a mild shock to Barbara, who 
normally was the first to rise to any conversation that even remotely 
concerned sex. Now, however, she thought it crude and unjust that Ned should 
talk about his own niece in such blatantly erotic terms especially when the 
girl was not around to defend herself.. . and besides, Laurie was just a 
kid, a pretty little teenager who had probably not even begun to think about 
sex except in the most romantic way. 

On the other hand, her husband listened intently to Ned's speculations, a 
queer blind smile on the older man's face as he remembered the last time he 
had seen Laurie . . . as far as he was concerned, the ravishing young 
red-head was ripe for plucking, and even though he was no spring chicken, he 
certainly wouldn't mind having a crack at her himself. Just the thought of 
it made his cock lurch and begin to throb lustfully in the confines of his 
trousers. 

Then his memory carried him back to the trouble with the baby sitter, a lush 
little number about the same age as Laurie was now. Jesus, he had been hot 
to fuck that sweet little bitch; and he might have been able to, too, had he 
not been pie-eyed and so damned anxious to rush things. Well, that was water 
under the bridge, so to speak, and now was now. It was considerably less 
painful, and more exciting, to contemplate what Ned had said about Laurie. 

"Hey, you two, I've got an idea," Ned said, breaking into their thoughts. 
"Why don't we all go over to my place and have a few drinks? You can say 
hello to Laurie, and later, we'll have some real steaks some Dow Ranch beef, 
the best in the state!" 

"Gee, Ned, I don't know," Barbara demurred, realizing that these seemingly 
innocent get-togethers usually resulted in their staying the night.. . after 
six or seven hours of drinking straight whiskey, loud although harmless 
arguments, and in the morning, monumental hangovers. 

"Hell yes, we'd be pleased to guzzle some of your cheap booze," Will 
enthused kiddingly, "and we'll even choke down some of your wormy beef. And 
as for Laurie, it'll be interesting to see if she's learned anything at that 
imagine school you send her to." 

"Will, I-" Barbara began. 

"Dammit, woman, I've never heard you turn down a free drink before," Will 
broke in, annoyed at his wife's reluctance to contribute to the spirit of 
the prospective party. "Anyhow, you know damned well that Ned's got the 
ruggedest, most handsome lot of hired hands anywhere around here. You can't 
tell, I might pass out and you'll have a chance to sneak off to the bushes 
with two or three of them." 

Strained laughter rose from the trio at Will's irreverent remark a laughter 
springing more from the possibility that he might be right than from the 
absurdity of the statement. On the way out of the darkened lounge, they 
stopped at the bar and shook dice in friendly combat to determine who would 
have the privilege of paying for the drinks. 

* * * 

At the ranch, Laurie paced back and forth through the rooms of the rambling 
ranch house, wondering what could be keeping her uncle in town. Interspersed 
throughout her wonderment were memories of the day before with Ken and Hank 
Woods. Every time she pictured the details of the torrid session, she 
flushed a little and began to chastise herself for enjoying what she saw in 
her mind. But there was something more, perhaps a small degree of masochism 
latent in her, that increased the pleasure of looking back at herself being 
subjected to the cruel lust of both obscenely aroused ranch-hands . . . and 
then recalling how she had turned suddenly into a wild inferno of 
uncontrolled lewd desire. 

She began to ask herself if she would return to the cabin for more of the 
same, for more humiliation, for more of the wanton bliss she had experienced 
beneath their shamelessly roving hands and pile-driving loins. Although 
young, she was realistic.. . there was little doubt in her mind that 
eventually, probably sooner than later, she would saddle up Sniffy and make 
tracks up to the canyon where her strange, devilish lover would be eagerly 
waiting to serve her more of the same kind of sensual ecstasy. The 
mere-likelihood made her both nervous and excited at the same time. 

"Where's Laurie!" came her uncle's gruff voice from the front living room. 

"I'm right here I'm coming, Uncle Ned," Laurie called back in reply to Ned's 
booming inquiry, hurrying toward the spacious front room. She heard other 
voices as well as her uncle's and was curious to know who was with him. When 
she entered the room she saw Ned fumbling in the long oak liquor cabinet as 
Will and Barbara Ross stood by, chuckling at their host's frustration at not 
being able to locate the special whiskey he had promised them. 

"By God, here it is!" he roared victoriously, his voice slurring, as he 
withdrew a handsome unopened bottle of expensive private stock from the back 
of the cabinet. Turning, he caught sight of Laurie and threw up his free 
hand, beaming. 

"There you are, baby, pretty as ever," he said, advancing toward her rather 
unsteadily. "See who I've brought home for a few drinks and dinner Will and 
Barbara!" He took her in his arms possessively, lifting her off the floor 
and crushing her to him with an excess of fervor that made her gasp for 
breath and beg to be put down. 

"Uncle Ned, you've been a bad boy," Laurie teased. "You've been at the 
Shuteye drinking when you were supposed to be seeing about buying some new 
horses. That's what you told me you were going to do, solemn honor." 

"See-see, it's just as I told you," Ned shouted playfully, wagging a finger 
at Laurie, "the little bitch is a woman now, just as bossy and as much of a 
watchdog as her aunt was.. . only I'll bet she's a helluva sight friendlier 
to boys than her mother ever thought of being." 

"Uncle Ned!" Laurie chided. 

Will Ross silently agreed, thinking to himself how splendid it would be if 
the youngster were friendly to older men too. He could not tear his eyes 
away from Laurie's youthfully developed body, its voluptuous proportions, 
the large firm breasts almost bursting out of the tight white blouse, the 
breath-taking contours of her young rounded hips. Her waist was tiny and her 
skin-tight jeans clung up between her delicately curving legs, forming a 
visible cleft between the lips of her tight warm pussy. Christ! he thought, 
if he were her uncle, he would find some way to get in her hot little pants 
within a week! 

After a round of greetings and the usual questions that always accompany 
reunions, the four people sat down to apply themselves to serious drinking 
that is, all except Laurie, who graciously gave in to her uncle's insistence 
that she have a small glass of sherry. Following a lull in the conversation, 
Will chimed in with a question about the horses Ned intended to purchase. 

"So, you need some riding stock, eh? Why didn't you say so? I'll sell you a 
half dozen fine geldings cheaper than you can get them from that thieving 
bastard, Johnson." 

"To tell the truth, Will, I was lookin' for some breeding stock a few mares 
and another good strong stud. Laurie's got the best stallion on the place, 
but I can't keep her off him long enough to get a mare under him." 

"Listen here, Uncle Ned, I don't want you working Sniffy that way, until 
he's too tired to ride," Laurie scolded in mock-seriousness, evoking 
laughter and causing the others' eyebrows to arch at the candor of her 
remark. 

As Will shifted uneasily in his chair, she continued: "Why don't you and 
Will go down into Boggy Canyon and bring out the black stallion?" 

"You know, she might have something there," Will erupted, his eyes sparking 
at the mention of Ned Dow's legendary but temperamental stud. "He's one of 
the sturdiest pieces of horse flesh I've ever seen. All you have to do is 
keep the son-of-a-bitch from kickin' down your stalls and scarin' the hell 
out of everyone within ten miles of here. Come on, Ned, what do you say we 
take a crack at bringing him in? We could do a little fishin' too. God knows 
we need some recreation." 

"And so do we!" Laurie and Barbara added almost simultaneously, giggling at 
their simultaneous answers. 

Ned was strangely silent, though, his mind picking at the suggestion as he 
drained his glass and leaned forward to take up the bottle and refill his 
friends' glasses. In most respects the whole idea was preposterous, as 
impractical as it was adventurous, and yet it was also appealing.. . fuck 
it, why not? he chided, his eyes sparkling. Then, his expression unchanged, 
he looked fiercely into the eyes of each of his companions, staring them 
down, until at long last he fell back in his chair and let loose with a 
volley of laughter that shook the walls. 

"Hell yes! Why not?" he bellowed. "We'll all go, day after tomorrow, about 
noon. We'll need at least another man, though, and I'm afraid I can't spare 
anyone from the spread just now." 

"I know someone," Laurie blurted, her green almond-shaped eyes blazing with 
fierce excitement at the possibility of having Ken along on the trip. 

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Ned interjected. "Who is this bird, and 
where did you meet him?" 

Praying that she had not over-extended herself, thus compromising her 
relationship with Ken Chester, Laurie explained how she had encountered the 
blond ranch-hand on one of her rides into the Chiquitas. Naturally she was 
not altogether honest about the meeting and excluded all the raw details 
involving the sexual aspects of their liaisons in the canyon. 

Quite to the contrary, she painted a glowing verbal portrait of her lover, 
dwelling on his talent as a writer, his sincerity, and especially, his 
valuable knowledge of the area around Boggy Canyon. She elaborated on the 
man's strength of character in shutting himself off from the luxuries of the 
civilized world in order to attain the peace and quiet required to write 
profoundly, as a real artist, avoiding the influences of other men. Finally, 
finishing her eloquent argument on Ken's behalf, she was relieved to hear 
her uncle grunt a token approval and suggest that she ride up the next day 
to tell Ken Chester he would join them. 

"Just how old is he?" Barbara inquired of Laurie, obviously quite impressed 
by the girl's flowing description of the Dow ranch-hand. After all, Barbara 
surmised, maybe he would be worth her attention on the trip. If he lived 
alone and was really as attractive as Laurie said, he would no doubt be 
disposed to indulge in a little harmless love-making with a willing and 
full-blown woman such as herself. God knows, she could certainly use a good 
fucking by someone other than Will. The selfish bastard hardly touched her 
anymore; and what was worse, he watched her like a jealous hawk, preventing 
her from moving around town in search of the cock she so desperately needed 
to be happy and content. No, she had never kidded herself she was as close 
to being a nymphomaniac as a woman could be without actually wearing a sign 
advertising her willingness to spread her long legs for almost any man with 
a hard-on. Hell yes, she admitted it: She adored stiff cocks, wanted all she 
could get, and had left more than one man worn to a useless frazzle in the 
morning. 

"All right, then, it's settled," Ned said with finality. "For now, though, 
let's jack up the cook and have supper. I'm hungry enough to eat even your 
beef, Will.. . even if I died from it." 

Laurie watched her uncle and the Rosses sway off toward the kitchen, 
chattering animatedly. It was getting late and the stunning young girl 
retired to her room, thoughts of Ken and the expectant pack trip whirring 
tormentingly through her mind. One thing particularly disturbed her, though, 
and that was Barbara's by no means hidden fascination with Ken. Perhaps her 
sex-hungry lover would prefer Barbara; perhaps he would consider the older 
woman's body plus her greater experience more intriguing and stimulating 
than her own. The very possibility made her shudder and drive such 
considerations from her mind, replacing them with the more acceptable 
memories of yesterday, when Ken had assaulted her young virginal cunt and 
spilled his creamy white sperm into her belly. 

There was no sense trying to fool herself, she decided, for she already 
found herself anxiously anticipating the next screwing she would receive 
from him. As she undressed, thrilling visions of Ken's long hardened penis 
began to race back and forth across her mind's eye, causing her to chastise 
herself, yet becoming all the more vivid as her small pink nipples tautened 
and an excited wetness began to saturate her panties. Her breath quickened 
and her entire body began to pulse at the thought that she would be alone 
with him the next day, perhaps naked and pinned beneath him again with his 
huge hardened cock locked tightly up inside her fluttering belly . . . 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Ned Dow sat in his favorite chair on the veranda of the rambling ranch 
house, staring drunkenly across the moonlit yard toward the corrals and the 
black silhouette of the distant Chiquita Range. One of his horses whinnied 
nervously in the stable as from far off the lonely howl of a hungry coyote 
pierced the otherwise silent and breezeless night. As if in answer, the huge 
rancher belched loudly. Raising one ham-like hand as his mouth opened 
expectantly, he turned blood-shot eyes toward the slumped figure of his good 
friend Will Ross. But somewhere between conscious thought and verbal 
expression, the germ of an idea became wallowed in alcohol-soggy gray matter 
and drowned. 

Ned shrugged apathetically and his raised hand fell limply, hitting a 
redwood table beside him with a soft smack. Will Ross stirred momentarily, 
twisting heavily in the protesting chair, then his breathing deepened, each 
new exhale building atop the previous one until a crescendo of heavy snores 
prevailed over the silence, foretelling the depth to which his 
alcohol-saturated brain was slipping. 

Through the screen door which separated the veranda from the house's 
spacious living room, Barbara Ross' seductive voice called quietly: "Ned?" 

". . . Hmmm," he answered slowly, turning toward the sound of her voice. 

"Want another drink?" she asked sweetly. 

"Umm.. . guesss so," he slurred, rising clumsily, then lumbered unsteadily 
toward the screened door and the softly-lit room. ". . . Old man's asleep . 
. . " he mumbled as he stepped heavily into the room, letting the door bang 
shut behind him. "Hey! Where the hell are you?" he asked, glancing slowly 
around the room. 

"Over here, lover," Barbara Ross crooned from the shadow of the unlit 
hallway door. 

". . . Oh," the huge rancher mumbled, swinging slowly to face her, his eyes 
narrowing as he strained to distinguish her form. 

". . . Oh! OH!" he gasped as she took one step into the room and the soft 
lighting illuminated her body. 

She stood before him completely naked. 

She stood with her long firm legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders 
pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, tanned hips. She 
was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip 
of her tongue showing. The soft petal-like lips of her vagina were wetly 
parting, presented to his hungry eyes as if waiting for a plunging male 
weapon to stab in between. The coppery curls of her pubic triangle glistened 
lewdly in the subdued light. Her high-set breasts, a startling alabaster 
white against the deep tan of the rest of her parts, jutted out 
provocatively. Her legs, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their 
curving inner thighs, were moist with desire. 

"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?" 

"Barb . . . " Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He 
couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, 
at her lewdly wanton pose and his cock began maddening pulsations inside his 
pants. 

Slowly, slowly, with her eyes fastened on his, Barbara lifted her hands and 
began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides 
from the outer swells of her proud white breasts to her flaring hips. Then 
she cupped her ripely swelling breasts and kneaded them lightly, pushing 
them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious 
gifts of fruit. Her hands were stroking her naked white belly, moving down 
ever so slowly until the tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching 
the deep auburn wisps of her pubic triangle. She held that obscene pose for 
a long moment, thumbs pressing against her voluptuously sculptured sides, 
fingers splayed across her molded belly. Ned Dow stood as if transfixed, 
unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the 
strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful 
sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. His fully erect penis seemed to be 
screaming at him with ever increasing arousal. 

Slowly, Barbara's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower 
through her soft auburn pubic hair, blazing a path toward the moistly 
glistening cuntal slit up between her parted legs. When she reached it, she 
placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the wetly 
shining pussy-lips and spread them slowly apart to reveal the trembling 
coral bud of her clitoris to the ranch owner's lust-ridden gaze. With her 
right forefinger, she traced down, down, until the tip came in salacious 
contact with the aroused little pleasure-bud, and then she began to stroke 
it, titillating it back and forth, around and around, sending a small lewd 
rivulet of female secretions trailing down her trembling inner thighs. And 
while she stroked her clitoris, rubbing her finger in maddening cadence 
along the parting crevice of her moist pink cunt, she began to talk to him 
in a hypnotic voice. 

"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me, and 
I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, 
throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your 
asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to 
kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting 
and kissing my clit, I want.. . " 

On and on his friend's insatiable wife intoned, and the words the absolute 
perverted obscenity of what he was hearing lashed Ned's mind into a swirling 
passion-crazed frenzy. Oh Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about 
Will, he didn't care about anything now, the only things that mattered were 
Barbara's obscene words in his ears. The sight of her manipulating her own 
hot naked cunt caused billows of heat to surge in his loins as his cum 
churned and rolled, begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes . . . 

He had to fuck her! 

Slowly his legs began to work, moving his body forward, bringing him closer 
to her incitingly naked body. He watched her finger cease its lewd rhythmic 
motion on her excited clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one 
of triumph as she claimed her obscene victory. His hands went out to her, 
touched her shoulders but then she was moving back away from him, saying 
softly, "Not here, lover. In the guest room." 

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his 
body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into the 
large bedroom, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her long 
smooth legs spread as wide as possible. "Get naked, lover," she whispered up 
to him. "I want to see that big prick of yours. I want to see how well hung 
you are. Show me your cock, lover, let me see it." 

With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, the ranch owner undid his belt, 
took off his trousers, his shirt, and stepped out of his shorts. He stood 
there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his blood-raged shaft 
standing out at an eager .right angle from his aroused loins. 

"Oh, it's lovely, Ned, just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She 
laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me 
you want to put it inside me." 

"Yes.. . yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words rasped from his throat 
hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" 

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!" 

"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?" 

"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I 
want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've never been 
fucked before!" 

"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!" 

A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Ned's being as he 
ferociously flung himself onto the bed beside her and dragged her into the 
enveloping fold of his arms, not caring about anything but this soft, 
musky-smelling woman pressed so tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, 
aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, 
but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care! 

He showered warm moist kisses over her face and throat and deep into the 
valley of her firm full breasts, his hands moving over the rounded 
smoothness of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the resilient flesh. She 
was breathing into his ear, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, 
racing hotly along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear and sending 
shivers down his spine. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped 
bodies and located the rock-hardness of his long thick penis. He gasped as 
the tips of his clasping fingers closed over hers and their tongues lashed 
and twirled as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of 
her voluptuously naked body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him 
and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her 
legs as wide as they had been before, her cunt flared moistly open, ready 
and waiting for his lust-engorged cock. 

Barbara's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the 
hard straining muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the flexing 
cheeks of his buttocks, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted 
island and she an inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing 
dribbles of excited pre-cum against her trembling thighs, pressed into the 
narrow slit of her hair-lined cunt. She arched desirously for a moment, 
levering their lewdly entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. Then 
she reached under her buttocks with both hands and pulled her blood-swollen 
vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with the moist 
sensitive cuntal flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wetly 
throbbing crevice. She relaxed, dropping her voluptuous body back to the 
bed, his rigidly throbbing shaft trapped like a prize between her 
sun-bronzed thighs. 

He forced his hands down between her shoulders and the bed and ran them 
along the soft curves of her gyrating back and hips, making husky little 
groaning sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt 
white-hot as she undulated her voracious loins against him in a slow, 
teasing rhythm of desire. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just 
under the soft tanned skin, giving testimony to the secret power she 
possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed firmly against 
the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around 
his aching hardness moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock 
burrowing deep into her innermost depths. 

"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock 
feels the best of all." Her nails trailed passionately across his back, 
leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Ned pushed his hands farther 
down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass-cheeks in the palms of his 
sweat-slick hands, pulling her warm moist cunt harder up against him. He 
moved up and down the fiery pink slit, sensing it grow even wetter as her 
passion steadily seethed out of her. Her resiliently flexing buttocks began 
a more desperate rotation up against his stiffened loins until her legs, 
without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking 
against the back of his hairy thighs, pulling him tighter to her. 

"Oohhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, lover, fuck me, fuck me, 
fuckkkk meeeeee!" 

He began to thrust forward, but her waiting cunt was already grinding up 
against him and her hands were in between their nakedly writhing bodies, 
circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the flaring lips of 
her cock-hungry cunt. Ned groaned animalistically as he felt her hands move 
his pulsing cock up and down between her legs, running the length of her 
heated pussy slit, parting the soft hair of her vagina with the 
blood-engorged head. The heavy pressure in his sperm-bloated balls was 
excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He 
had to fuck her now! 

He flexed his hips with a sudden violent thrust that drove his rock-hard 
penis deep up into the anxiously receiving mouth of her pussy, drove it home 
with a flesh-splitting crash. 

"Aaarrrggghhhh!" she moaned beneath him. 

Ned felt the tight elastic cuntal flesh slip wetly around his lust-maddened 
rod, consuming it as it raced full length up into her yearning belly, her 
warmly seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly he hit bottom, 
his balls slapping with a staccato sound against the anxiously upraised 
cheeks of her buttocks. 

"Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned again. "Ohhh, that's it, lover, that's the way to 
fuck me, that's ittttt!" 

The nakedly lusting ranch owner ground his pelvis down into the squirming 
flesh beneath him. fucking into Will's wife with long hard strokes. And 
Barbara strained back under him, receptively arching her thighs up at him. 
lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking bed. She moaned and mewled 
wildly under his pounding body now, opening and closing her legs around his 
driving hips as she worked up and down in a frantic pagan rhythm. Her mouth 
gaped open wide, her red hair flailing from side to side in insane abandon. 

"Ohhh, it's . . . good, lover . . . good like I knew it would be . . . 
ooohh-hh yessss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in my ass! 
Do it now, Ned, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and make me scream 
for you!" 

In slave-like obedience, Ned reached down between her wildly rotating 
buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the heated moistness of her 
pussy. He stretched the milk-white half-moons wide with his hands, and then 
dipped his middle finger toward her anus and found it. A small stream of 
warm lust-moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was 
steadily fucking into her widespread cunt, lubricating the tightly puckered 
anal ring. He probed experimentally for a moment, and then thrust forward 
with his extended middle finger, feeling the small rubbery opening yield 
slightly. Then suddenly the tiny nether ring gave way completely, and his 
finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight hot elasticity of her 
squirming rectum. Her impassioned body jerked violently upward at the sudden 
lancing pain of his brutal entrance. And then she was screaming for him, 
saying, "Aaaahhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I like it, I like it!" 

"Ooooohhhhh! Yesss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!" 

Despite her cries, he felt his friend's wife suddenly begin to screw her 
buttocks back down on his lewdly worming finger until it was sunk to the 
palm of his hand into her virginally tight rectum. He waggled it inside her 
warm nether flesh until she cried out incessantly in pain and passion. 
Through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, he could feel 
the underside of his hard-driving cock sliding in and out of her wetly 
gripping cunt, and he timed the thrusts of his finger to coincide with the 
forward stabs of his brutally pounding penis, thus impaling her obscenely on 
two hard objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his 
iron-hard cock steadily growing and expanding up inside her until it felt as 
though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his 
cum-laden balls. He had to climax soon, he had to. He had to! If he didn't 
cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never 
known it could be like this, this good, never, never . . . ! 

He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers 
simultaneously, and he began ramming his pile-driving cock up into her still 
harder, in time with his lewdly sodomizing finger skewering into the soft 
rubbery depths of her rectum. By the way she gripped him tight between her 
imprisoning thighs, rhythmically opening and closing them around him in time 
to his long hard thrusts, he knew that Will Ross' wife was approaching her 
orgasm too, and he continued the merciless thrusting of his cock and his 
middle finger with all the strength he possessed in his strong-muscled body. 

"Anrggghhh, fuck it, fuck it, that's it, lover, fuck it hard. 
Fuuuucccckkkiitttt!" 

She continued to chant the words over and over, drawing each syllable out, 
spurring him on to greater heights of insane frenzy with her obscene 
mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she 
jackknifed her legs up to mash them back against her breasts, offering him 
the full naked expanse of her wantonly upturned vagina. Her eyes rolled like 
a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her 
depraved release. 

And then- 

"I'm . . . there.. . oh God I'm there! I'm . . . cumming!" 

The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, piercing his 
eardrums, and she pulled her quaking thighs back tighter until even more of 
her widespread openings were presented to his cruelly thrusting loins. Her 
ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a 
wild uninhibited dance of sexual ecstasy, shamelessly screaming out her 
orgasm to him. 

Ned felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his 
thundering cock as he battered his lust-maddened body brutally against hers. 
She locked herself up on his deeply embedded shaft with all the power in her 
thighs, as her pelvic muscles spasmed against his belly. 

And then the great swirls of heat which were building, building in his 
heavy-laden testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and 
finally the white-hot load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum 
along the wildly jerking length of his cock. He began to spew hot thin 
streams into her hungrily sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, 
emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her 
lusting pussy. 

He moaned out his last final spurt an eternity later, and then his cock 
began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft popping sound, trailing 
thin gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside 
her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass. 

A long moment passed, and Barbara said quietly, "That was lovely, baby. It 
really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good." 

Ned Dow didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He 
knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, 
shame, self-deprecation. But they weren't forthcoming. He felt only like a 
full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and 
in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain 
complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his masculine ego. 

He felt Barbara Ross stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside 
him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening 
with the coagulating juices of their recent orgasms. She said, "Now I'm 
going to teach you things you never even knew existed." 

He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a 
tremor course through his loins. Jesus! Could he get another hard-on so 
soon? 

Her hand dropped slowly toward his loins, and suddenly her tongue flicked 
out and the tip bored teasingly into the glans opening, causing a thin 
oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her 
eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his 
penis, down over his softly wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasmic 
juices before they could dry on his depleted loins. She smiled as she bent 
to her task, for Ned's penis was beginning to show signs of hardening again, 
was stirring beneath her expert oral tonguing. She drew her head back and 
let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely 
cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would 
you like that?" 

"Yes . . . God, yes!" 

Barbara dipped her head and her tongue lashed out, touching the smoothly 
rubbery tip, lapping the orgasmic secretions. Her whole naked body trembled 
from the electric-like force, and sighing with licentious pleasure she 
opened her mouth wide and accepted Ned's reviving cock deep within the 
softly wet folds of her cheeks, wishing she had additional cocks to fill her 
still throbbing vagina and writhing anal passage. Then she began to suck, 
clamping her soft lips around the rapidly expanding penis with a tight hot 
suction which sent billows of pure delight racing through Ned's bloodstream. 

He wrapped his hands in Barbara's hair and drew her down further, the 
sensitive underside of his shaft of male flesh sliding along her tongue like 
butter along silk as his lust-crazed brain raced with prurient thoughts; 
thoughts that, had he been sober, would have shocked him. Thoughts that 
replaced Barbara Ross' warmly sucking lips with those of his own lovely 
niece . . . 

Meanwhile, in the next room, Laurie Dow slumbered peacefully, her dreams 
filled with thoughts of Ken Chester's long rigid cock and the mysterious 
symbolism of the sleek black stallion . . . 

And out on the veranda, Will Ross snored drunkenly, his deep sleep filled 
with fantasies of Laurie Dow's enticingly bouncing teenage breasts . . . 


THE END
