Auntie's Bed
by Bonita Ray
(LLP-894)


CHAPTER ONE 

A nude girl on a motorcycle came into view. At first Richie Wexler couldn't 
believe what he saw. He could believe seeing a beautiful young girl on a 
motorbike, golden hair flying. But naked? That was incredible! She traveled 
against him in the opposite lane and the closer she got the more astonished 
he felt. He drove his brother's Dodge van, which he slowed as she drew 
close. There was no one else to see on the empty New Mexico highway. They 
were several miles out of Albuerque on a feeder road, and the only traffic 
Richie had seen this afternoon since leaving his aunt's ranch was an old 
Mexican in a horse-drawn hay wagon. 

As she came abreast of him he drank in the whole picture. She was really 
good-looking with a long, slim body, high breasts, golden hair and a skin 
that gleamed with a light golden tan. The bike was small like she was, and 
while she came pretty fast, her speed was really not great. 

She waved and smiled as she flashed by, and there it was. He saw bare 
nipples, he saw navel, and he saw a flash of her yellow muff. Bare as the 
day she was born! It really shook him up. His mind was on sex anyway. Back 
at Aunt Irene's ranch something weird in the sex line was going on; he knew 
it. His aunt had sent him out on a non-essential errand so she could be 
alone with Don, he was sure. It angered him and also scared him. Summer 
vacation was only two weeks old, and it had been ideal for the two 
boys-until yesterday. Something had happened yesterday between Don and Aunt 
Irene, and he didn't know what it was. Don was older-twenty-one to Richie's 
nineteen, and, in the fashion of older brothers, remained aloof and 
secretive. 

The appearance of the nude girl cyclist seemed to add more frustration to 
his life. Richie already felt a problem with his growing sexuality and here 
was another titillation he couldn't do anything about. 

On impulse he swerved Don's van in a U and followed the girl on the 
motorbike. He didn't know what he planned to do, except follow her and maybe 
get another flash of that luscious sexy body. He'd seen pictures of nude 
girls but he'd never seen one in the flesh. Well, dammit, he could at least 
drive by and honk! 

They flashed by the old Mexican in his hay wagon, and the man had swiveled 
his neck to stare, making Richie laugh. It's all right, old-timer, he 
thought. We don't see sights like that back in 

Indianapolis, either. Richie caught up with the girl and wished for the ten 
thousandth time that he wasn't so painfully shy. She didn't smile and wave 
now. She bent over her bike, driving it flat out to get away from him. She 
was scared; he could tell by the set of her smooth shoulders glinting in the 
sun. Shit! That's all he ever did-scare women. Don was cool. Don could talk 
to them and handle them. Not him. Well, he could at least give her a proper 
sendoff. The van had a lot more power than her small bike so he drove right 
up behind her, getting ready to give her a horn blast on Don's imagine horn. 

She threw him a big-eyed look of fright over her left shoulder and waved him 
off as he came right up behind her. 

"Got to see those beautiful tits once more," he muttered, then felt ashamed 
of calling a girl's breasts 'tits'. 

He grinned and blasted the horn with electrifying results. The girl swerved 
her bike violently and went right off the road. The bike shot the dirt 
shoulder, spun into the rough meadow grass, jerked once to the left, and 
then to the right as the girl lost control, and then, as Richie flashed past 
the point of the accident, he saw her long, lean body fly through the air, 
separated from the bouncing vehicle. It was murder! 

"Oh, damn," he groaned. 

He felt the shock and sickness one feels on causing a major accident as he 
stood on the brakes and stopped the van. For a wild moment he considered not 
stopping at all. He'd probably killed the poor creature and would have to go 
to prison. What a horrible day! What a crud he was! 

There was nobody else on the road. The hay wagon was a dot on the landscape. 
It was up to him. 

He backed up to the scene and got out. The bike lay on its side, dented and 
silent, but not too badly beat up. The girl lay against a small bush about 
twenty feet away, face down, not moving. He checked her with a pounding 
heart. She was unconscious but breathing. He tried not to notice those high, 
full breasts or her muff as he turned her over. Her body was like wet 
spaghetti, boneless, but he couldn't see any real damage. There were some 
scratches and a little blood, not much. 

What should he do now? The hot June sun beat down, the whole New Mexico 
landscape was empty, and he didn't know anything about first aid. He knew 
you weren't supposed to move the injured, but here they were, miles from 
nowhere, and that summer sun could be murder. If he went flying off for aid 
he wasn't even sure he could find this spot again-it wasn't his country and 
he hadn't been here long enough to know where he was. 

At last he picked her up and carried her to the van, hoping there was no 
spine or neck injury. He tried not to be aware of her nudity, as if to 
punish himself for the trouble he'd brought her, but it was hard. She 
reamined unconscious, breathing deeply and evenly, long lashes down over 
silken cheeks. She sure was a beauty all right, probably not much older than 
him at nineteen. His groin felt uncomfortable handling that soft, warm body. 
He willed himself not to get an erection in the seriousness of the 
situation. 

He left her in the van and returned for the bike. It had a roll on the back 
of the seat, but it was obviously not clothes. He put the small bike in the 
van also through the double side doors and tossed the small roll in after 
it. He covered the naked girl with a blanket as she lay on the bunk that ran 
behind the driver's seat-and headed back for Aunt Irene's ranch. She and Don 
would have to take care of it. It was partly their fault for sending him off 
on that stupid errand. 

When he got to the ranch house, he drove the van right into the barn and 
went quickly into the house. The girl was still out and he worried about 
that. Also-where were her people? Naked like that, with no purse, nothing on 
the bike except that small black canvas roll, she couldn't have meant to go 
far from where she started. 

The house was silent. Too silent, just like when he'd left. Don and Aunt 
Irene were still together in her big bedroom, with the door locked. Richie 
felt again that sense of something heavy and sexual going on behind that 
door. It was like humans had a sixth sense when something along the lines of 
hot sex took place nearby. You just felt it in the air. He raised his hand 
to knock. He heard Don's voice, muffled, through the door. 

"OH, MY COCK! OH, AAAHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" 

He took his fist down, shocked and excited by those words. Wow! He was 
right. They really were into something, and he dared not interrupt. At least 
not right away. There was no keyhole to look through and he paced 
indecisively. What to do now? Well, the girl didn't look like she was hurt 
too badly. The best thing would be to wait a bit.... 

When Irene Post had invited her sister's two sons to spend the summer 
vacation on her ranch near Albuerque, the thought of sex had never crossed 
her mind. Bessie, her husband, and the two boys had spent two weeks on the 
Post Ranch the year before and a good time was had by all. The boys, born 
and raised in Indianapolis, were crazy to come and live out West for the 
summer. Irene could use a couple of extra ranch hands and train the boys to 
some degree. Bessie and her husband planned to make a long-delayed trip to 
Europe this summer, so it worked out well. 

Things had changed emotionally for Irene in the past year. Last year she'd 
been in the midst of a romance with her foreman. She had also enjoyed her 
first year of freedom after a divorce, so life was full and exciting back 
then. The winter was hard. Her hot affair with the foreman cooled off, while 
the business affairs of the ranch worsened. Irene felt lonely, insecure, and 
even desperate at times. When the boys arrived with their good looks, 
youthful vigor, and excitement, it gave her a new lease on life. Riding 
horses, milking cows, working in the garden as field hands and chasing herds 
on the range-it was all new to the boys and she picked up some of their 
excitement. She also became much too aware of their virile young bodies. 
Every waking hour of the day she faced their presence, aware of their 
intense sexuality which had no place to go. There were no girls on the ranch 
and they didn't know anybody in town. She could handle Richie, who was shy 
and introverted-just barely. Don, the older, was another matter. He had a 
girl back home and he'd had a bit of experience. Not much really, but in a 
very few days she became aware of his sexual interest in her. There were hot 
looks and he began to touch her more and more. 

"Now, Don," she warned him the first time he patted her rump while they were 
in the barn. "I'm not your Indianapolis girl. I'm your aunt. I'm 
thirty-eight years old, boy." 

"Can I help it if you're sexy?" he grinned. 

Well, it was a fact that she was in pretty good shape, and she felt 
flattered. Ranch life kept you active and outdoors, and if you had a nice 
face and body you'd regain some of the youthfulness you once had. Physically 
she felt ten years younger than her present age. Even so she had no 
intention of getting involved with her nephews. She'd been around long 
enough to know that men were men, relatives or not, and that those 
delightful penises that they carried at the end of their bellies were 
eternally hungry to get it off inside of some female. If there was no female 
around they'd use a fist, a knothole, or any crazy thing to simulate the 
soft female passage and explode their juices. 

Irene used her vibrator overtime and even so spent some partly sleepless 
nights the first few days the boys were here. 

Then came the shock of yesterday. She and Don had been out alone miles from 
the ranch house checking the cattle fences. Normally she'd've done the job 
in the Jeep, but the boys loved to play cowboy so they rode instead of 
driving. Big Red tossed Don. Don was getting pretty good on horses, but 
didn't have full control yet. A twelve hundred pound living animal between 
your legs was not something you could get used to in a hurry. When the horse 
threw Don he did a complete somersault in the air and landed on a small pile 
of rocks. 

"My balls, my balls!" he screamed. 

The poor lad almost fainted from the pain. Irene knew how much a blow on the 
testicles could hurt a man. Don stretched out on the ground, half-fainted, 
sweating in agony. 

She eased him as much as she could and then opened his zipper. 

"Don't look at me. Aunt Irene," he begged. 

"Nonsense," she said. "When you live on a ranch you can't take injuries 
lightly. All doctors are miles away. We have to see what you've got." 

One testicle was reddened and swelling a little. It did not look serious to 
her. She tested his sac gently with her hand, only vaguely aware of the 
sexual contact. 

"Let me just lay here and rest a minute," he said. His face was pale, his 
breathing heavy. 

How smooth and sexy his young belly and thighs looked to her! His shaft 
fascinated her. Don Wexler was really well-hung with a virile-looking cock. 
Once she was sure the damage was not serious, she began to feel uneasy. Her 
own belly glowed with mounting interest. She knew she should put his 
marvelous tool away, yet she lingered in her examination. He closed his 
eyes, while his breathing eased. She handled the sexy shaft, looking under 
it and around his pubic area for further signs of injury. The golden prick 
began to lengthen. 

"Feeling better?" she asked. 

"Pain's going down, but that massage helps," he said in a voice of 
exaggerated hurt. He was feeling lots better, she knew, especially with his 
sexy aunt fondling his hungry, big cock. 

Some demon seized her. She felt just a little bit mean toward him for having 
been so fresh several times lately. She wrapped her warm hand around his 
shaft and vent it upward, gently masturbating him while she pretended to 
examine his body. What drove men crazy was to be aroused and then left 
hanging. 

'Take a-I-long, good look," he begged, thrilling to her cock-handling and 
enjoying the rapid rise of his hard-on. In a few seconds they were both 
going to have to admit that it was no longer his injury that concerned them. 
His cock swelled and stiffened in a way that thrilled her to the core. He 
was her nephew and her flesh and blood, but he was also a sexy young man 
with a beautiful cock. Her belly went warm and creamy. 

"Aunt Irene-hey, that really hurt a lot. Will you-d-do me?" he begged. 

She looked around. They were miles from nowhere, no one to see, no one to 
know. She no longer wanted to punish him. At the same time she felt fiercely 
guilty to even touch his penis. If only Carl, her foreman, hadn't turned 
into such a bastard! She no longer had a sex life with Carl and was lonely. 
Now she held an exquisite, beautiful young rod in her hand. It had stiffened 
to maximum almost seven inches long, golden and big-veined, with a soft skin 
slipping sexily over young, blood-engorged muscle. She wrapped her fist 
tightly around his swollen member and pumped it, thrilling for long moments. 
The boy gasped happily and thrust his belly upward joyously in fuck motions. 
She stared down at the purple head and dark little hole and felt weak and 
dizzy. 

"You're going-to h-have a long, happy sex life," she gasped. 

"I wish it could start now," he managed. 

How hot and sexy his prick was! She almost bent and took it into her mouth, 
but could not. It was just too shocking. But she couldn't let go of it, 
either. They hung there under the hot sky in the arid land, lost for 
luscious long moments in the sexy contact. She pumped his manhood and gently 
felt his full balls. 

"Will they be all right?" she asked, trying to fight against the passion 
that rose in her. 

"Better," he said. "Getting it off will help a helluva lot, believe me." 

She wanted to see him cum. She had to see him explode! That was the very 
least she could allow herself. To relieve the semen pressure in the wounded 
testicle might help, she told herself, not believing it. Soon he strained 
upward against her masturbating fist, saying in a soft, sexy voice. 

"OH, AUNT IRENE. SOOOOOO LOVELY!" 

She jacked him off faster, excited by his rising desire. 

"GO, BOY. SHOOT IT OFF AND EASE YOUR WOUND!" She reached for a tissue in her 
jeans. 

"AHHH-OHHH-UUU," he went. He gave up his manhood to her with a luscious 
gasp, his young sex muscles straining. She covered his cockhead with the 
tissue and exclaimed in wonder at the gigantic blasts of wet, exploding 
jissum that shot up his shaft. It throbbed hotly into the tissue, warming 
her hand and instantly soaking through. Her cunt was slick with want as she 
felt his young manhood explode. At the same time he writhed sexily and 
helplessly on the ground, feeding sperm to her tissue. 

"AHHH, FABULOUS!" he cried, and exploded it all out with vigorous spurts 
until he tapered and was empty. 

It did seem to help his wound. He said there was no more pain, and they 
finished their ride in silence, each lost in his or her own thoughts and 
feeling shy and a little embarrassed with each other. 

That night she reviled herself for her stupid act of sex with Don. He'd 
expect more, she knew that, and she must be strong enough not to give in. 
Incest was a horrible word. It now seemed incredible to her that she'd 
actually jacked off Bessie's son. But she couldn't wipe out the episode. In 
fact, she kept seeing and feeling that hard young cock again in her memory. 
I'; had felt so good. But she must fight, fight, fight to stop further 
contacts. The boy would simply not have the ability to hold back, and it was 
up to her. 

The next day he told her she'd better look at his injury again. He wanted to 
be sure it was healing right 

His excuse to seduce her was so obvious she wanted to laugh. She wanted to 
cry, too, because she knew she wanted to handle that hot young cock again. 
She muttered something about "Later" and escaped. But by lunch time there 
was no doubt .that something would have to happen. Young Don was high with 
anticipation. He could hardly talk straight. She felt herself being pulled 
into it in spite of herself. Even young Richie noticed and she really got 
scared then. She dared not get involved with Don because Richie was bound to 
find out and then things would really be in a mess. She pondered this for 
several hours, but just thinking about it made her hotter and hotter. The 
solution when it came to her was quite simple. Get rid of Richie on some 
errand. Then have sex with Don-once, just once. About three o'clock she sent 
Richie off to get some feed for the chickens and do some other minor 
errands. He didn't want to go. He sensed the disturbance around him and was 
unconsciously attracted to all the sexuality in the air. He had sex needs, 
too. 

Don won him over by letting him drive the van. It was seldom that he trusted 
his younger brother alone with the terrific van. 

As soon as he left she told Don: 

"Come into the bedroom. Let's take a look at your problem area." 

He needed no second invitation. His eyes gleamed and his forehead glistened 
with perspiration that wasn't induced by the weather. She thought the lump 
in his trousers looked larger than usual. She felt light-headed and jumpy 
herself. Her guilt feelings about touching her nephew's sex equipment were 
high. Just the same, her cunt was hot and creamy and her nipples felt 
sensitive. She had him sit on the bed and skin down his jeans. 

"Your shorts, too," she told him in a husky voice. 

Well, there it was, the primary sex area of the young man that had kept her 
awake half the night. She drew in her breath sharply. The big cock was 
already half hard and the balls looked tight and virile. That magnificent 
girl-wounder hung in the cleft between his young, powerful thighs gave her a 
sex rush, even without touching. 

"It's still a l-little sore," he told her, trying to keep up the fiction 
that they'd come in here to look at his injury. Strange. Right on the verge 
of sex people still hung back a little, as if reluctant to admit what they 
really wanted. She felt the same-a natural hesitation. 

She stepped forward and looked at his "wounded" testicle. There was only a 
slight discoloration. Young Don was in fine shape. But as soon as her hand 
took hold of his penis, it started to harden. She held it a little to one 
side and already the hot young would-be lover tried to work it in her hand. 

"Aunt Irene," he groaned. 

"I know, Don," she cut him off. "Now I'll tell you exactly what we have to 
do. Incest is a nasty word. Here we are a young man and a woman alone and 
committed to spending the whole summer together. If we give in to lust we'll 
do ourselves terrific harm. Not only will we suffer a whole mountain of 
guilt, but Richie would find out. Your folks would find out. My God, lives 
have been utterly ruined by just a few minutes-even seconds-of careless 
lust." 

"Irene-" 

"Let me finish. We've already done too much. I'd lie if I didn't say I was 
attracted. At this point we could also damage ourselves by repressing. We'd 
have a miserable summer wondering what it might've been like. I have the 
perfect solution. We will have sex just this once. That reduces the 
pressure. You'll know what it's like and so will I. Then we'll put it behind 
us and not touch each other again-ever. This way you won't be hung up 
thinking what it might've been like, nor waste time expecting any more." 

"Oh, sure, sure." 

Don could act cool around Richie and some of his friends, but the truth was 
he was crazy to have sex and still very much a virgin. He'd necked with his 
girl, but they'd only played with each other's sex parts while dressed, and 
had masturbated a couple of times. As a result the act to him loomed larger 
than owning the best van in the United States, plus a first class 
quadraphonic stereo system. It was the biggest, most important thing in 
life. Already he floated off the ground. To spend the summer on this groovy 
ranch with the horses, the cattle on the range, the outdoors-making like a 
cowboy-all that was fab. Now, on top of all this, his beautiful Aunt Irene 
was going to solve his darkest problem-introduce him to sex. He felt good 
enough to die right at that moment. Whatever she'd ask, he'd agree to. 

Pleased with herself that she'd gotten over her point, she dropped to her 
knees before the boy. She was also delighted to think how smart her 
psychology was. It was really a great idea to give in once and get the lust 
out-then put it away for keeps. Sort of like eating your cake and having it, 
too. 

The young cock in front of her face made her dizzy. It stood up with a 
rock-hard firmness that thrilled her to her bones. She jacked him off about 
three times, then bent his prick and took it into her mouth after giving him 
a reassuring smile. He needed it. His face was laughably serious and 
strained at this holy moment in his life. 

That quick, smooth action of going into oral sex was her mistake. She'd 
forgotten that the young who haven't experienced sex find each act a wild, 
mystical, and shattering experience. Don had heard all about cock sucking 
and seen pictures, but the real thing blew his mind. There was his beautiful 
aunt with that sexy face and great body that he'd come to worship as some 
sort of goddess dropping to her knees, taking hold of his hot, sensitive 
cock and casually sucking it into her mouth as if it were the most natural 
thing in the world. He could see his prick meat disappear between those 
satiny lips, see her white teeth and pink tongue close on it, and, ooohhh, 
how he felt it! The most wondrous, delicious and crazy good feeling he'd 
felt in his whole life seized his body. His belly went insane. There was a 
rush of magnificent joy and he surged up and froze against her with a great 
cry, his eyes starting from his head. 

"AHHHHHH. WOW! YEEEEEE." 

He unlocked in a fabulous rush of golden feeling. It was not strange at all, 
because he'd thought of practically nothing else all last night and today. 
He'd fantasized sex with her a thousand times in that period. 

She started to pull back in astonishment, then realized in a split second 
flash that his cock had exploded. There was only time to lock her mouth down 
on it and give him a final delicious suck before he inundated her mouth with 
spurting, rich seed, foaming and salty to the taste. She wanted to laugh and 
wanted to cry. She had planned to tease and please him a little with a few 
moments of oral pleasure before they got into the real thing, but his 
over-excited state wouldn't allow that. So she drank, deeply, richly, 
sucking out the body hot cum and thrilling herself at this luscious orgasm. 

"AHHH, IRENE. OH, OH, OH!" 

It was over in seconds. His cock, still gleaming with her saliva, was 
reddened, swollen and empty. They'd gone through all that tension for ten 
seconds of action. He felt like a fool even as his belly glowed. 

Spent, he fell back on the bed, groaning. 

"Oh, I'm a crud. A bastard. I ruined it. It's over and gone. I feel like the 
world's greatest turkey. Oh, Irene, I really screwed it up." 

"Don, Don, I should've known. I should've realized-you weren't ready." 

"My God, I'm less than a man. I've ruined the summer." 

She sat back on her heels and laughed. 

"Well, now, Don, it isn't that serious. We won't count that one. We'll let 
you rest a while and we'll really get into it." 

He wanted to die in gratitude. Aunt Irene was the most noble woman in the 
entire universe, bar none . ... 

The next hour or so was the most idyllic young Don had ever spent in his 
life. With that first tension gone, they talked and laughed like real 
buddies, making him feel easy. Then Irene undressed for him while he, 
already naked, lay on the bed and watched the show in awe. He was already 
used to, and entranced by, her flowing red cascade of hair and beautiful 
face with the upturned almost girlish nose. Then came smooth, white 
shoulders, soft and rounded, and the exciting exposure of her naked breasts. 
They were fantastic, full and shapely, with a richness that none of the 
girls he'd dated back in Indianapolis had. The pink centers and the big, but 
somehow modest nipples really turned him on. Then came the soft expanse of 
her torso, her navel, and her belly. She was in good shape, taut and trim 
all the way down, and yet voluptuous compared to younger women. There was an 
ever so slight rise to her lower belly that suggested sexy fertility. 

The V of her legs really made him catch his breath. There it all was, for 
the first time in his life, the triangular patch of red pubic hair and the 
soft, innocent girl look of her cunt, fully revealed to him with its secret, 
sexy folds. Her thighs were taut with none of the pudge a lot of city girls 
had, and her legs curved beautifully to slim ankles. Totally naked, her face 
and hair looked twice as sexy as when she wore clothes. Her behind when she 
turned to fold her clothes was rounded and firm, the skin as smooth as a 
baby's, her crack dark and exciting. 

They hugged naked, and his cock began to harden. They kissed and she taught 
him that it was okay to open his mouth and let her shove her tongue inside. 
He thrilled when it was his turn to invade her mouth, suck her tongue, and 
enjoy the warmth and wetness of her juices. 

"Oh, Don, you could be a great lover," she gasped when he began to practice 
the French kissing she taught him. 

"Who could miss with you?" he breathed happily. 

Then he enjoyed his first chance to kiss and suck and fondle those fantastic 
breasts, while she guided his love making in a sultry voice. She herself 
lived in a golden world, teaching this youngster the arts of love. Not only 
was he a turn-on, but she was able to enjoy his wide-eyed innocence, as if 
going back to her own first sex experiences. Her cunt was hot enough to burn 
metal and her belly felt wonderfully receptive to the now-hard young cock. 

She wasn't, however, going to make the same mistake twice. He was far from 
ready for his first fuck. He had to get used to nudity and making love. She 
resumed her lesson in oral sex and at the same time taught him the mystery 
of the female cunt. Men, in her experience, were never taught right on how 
to approach and handle a female sex organ. She showed him how to use his 
fingers to stimulate her, gently but firmly. She guided him to her clitoris, 
let him see her little bump or mound of joy tissue, and showed him how to 
work it without squashing down with too much pressure. Soon he had two 
fingers inside of her, masturbating her to hot glory. 

"OH, DEE-DON, THAT'S SO GREEEEEEAT!" she cooed as lie really began to drive 
her and lift her toward orgasm. 

She curled up beside him with his fingers slowly driving her to frantic 
ecstasy and began her second suck on his prick. She told him exactly what 
she was doing so he'd know and remember: 

"I WIGGLE MY TONGUE-AHHH-SOOO ... USE MY TEETH ... GIVE YOU SUCTION TO 
INCREASE THE LOVE PRESSURE THAT FEELS SO GOOD." 

He humped wildly on her mouth while she restrained him with a hand on his 
shaft. This time he held his cookies and slowly rose to higher and hotter 
male intensity. 

"OH, AH, THAT'S GETTING TO MEEE, IREEEEEENE. OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" 

"Hold it in, young man. Don't strain but just let everything rise up slowly. 
Ahhhhh ... It's just like shooting a rifle-the way I showed you-squeezing 
off the trigger ... here you just let the crazy, inside feeling rise until 
you break over the cliff and everything goes in a rush." 

She hoarded his orgasm by interrupting her suction pull to lick down his hot 
shaft, to nibble his cock flesh, and to take his balls one at a time into 
her mouth. He felt beside himself with joy. 

"OH, MY COCK. OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," he cried, and that was the moment 
that Richie stood outside the door and heard Don's voice from the bedroom. 

It got deep and serious now as the two incestuous lovers began a final rise 
to orgasm. They no longer spoke but just enjoyed. Don's fingers in her cunt 
crazed her with delicious feeling of needful explosion. He was-likewise into 
his animalistic state, adjusted to everything now and lost in this new, 
glorious world of pure sex sensations. He felt so good, and powerful enough 
to rule the whole world. It was far richer than that first over-excited 
burst of manhood. He rocked and she rocked, and the sensuous glaze of orgasm 
reached her first. 

"AH, DON-GOT TO-GIVE UP MY SEX-" she gasped. She locked her thighs on his 
hand, and for the first time he felt those body deep exciting throbs of 
womanhood as a cunt surrendered to him with quakes of delight while she 
cooed and keened and panted and squirmed against him. He felt like a real 
king to make her give up her sexuality like that. 

She did not take time to enjoy her afterglow this time. Once her throbbing 
ceased, she attached his slippery cock once more and ate it lusciously with 
a demand suck that made him curl his toes. 

"OH, IRENE, WOW! OH, NOOOOOO!" he wailed in heavenly delight. He strained up 
into her mouth and his whole body glazed in a long, glorious paralysis, and 
he lived in a dazzling wonder world before his prick expressed its mad joy 
with hot bursts of seed, spurt after spurt of furious leaping liquid, which 
she swallowed hungrily, sucking the very essence of his manhood out of his 
belly. He held her head, big-eyed and taken, giving up his virginity with 
powerful cock spurts that thrilled her to the bottom. Don Wexler was going 
to make a prince of a lover. 

She drank him down to the last drop, and then, happy, and almost delirious 
with this new, fabulous experience, he reacted first with a laugh of relief. 

"Incredible." 

"Now that," she sighed happily, "is the way it should be done, Don." 

"But we can't just stop with this!" he cried. "Now, Don, we said we wouldn't 
overdo it." 

"But-but-" 

"I think I heard the van," she told him. "We've got to get dressed and see 
if Richie's returned. We can't have him get wise to this." 

They dressed, Don glowing, but a little sober to realize his sex life was 
over with Irene before it had hardly started. 

She wasn't so sure. She wanted that fantastic young prick inside of her 
body. It would still count as only one time if she harvested it later 
tonight. But it would be altogether better to let her young nephew wonder 
and worry. Once men knew more sex was coming, they could drive you crazy. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The naked young girl slept in the hay when Richie went back to the barn to 
check on her. It looked like she'd come awake and crawled out of the van, 
then plopped down on the hay to sleep off her shock. As Richie stared down 
at her he had at least one good feeling. She sure hadn't been hurt too bad 
if she could sleep like that. It was a natural and healthy sleep if he'd 
ever seen one. 

She looked absolutely gorgeous, her golden body stretched out on the 
brown-gold hay. One arm was thrown back, revealing delicate and exquisite 
curves all the way to her breast. Her head was slightly turned, showing a 
cute profile, and her soft, shapely thighs were slightly parted to give him 
an excellent view of her cunt. She was the most beautiful and sexy sight 
he'd ever seen, lying there so gracefully and sweetly. Richie enjoyed a 
secret and, until now, happy sex life with masturbation along with some 
pinups he liked. She was like one of his favorite shots stepping right out 
of one of those magazines into real life. Watching the soft rise and fall of 
her chest and breasts, so shapely and rich, he wanted to hug her for being 
there and being alive in his world-and he wanted to jump on her and fuck 
her. It was crazy. 

He started out of the barn to the ranch house to see if he could reach Aunt 
Irene and Don, and then he groaned. Touch her he could not. He'd already 
brought too much grief into her life. But-since she was asleep-and she'd 
never know-and since Don and his treacherous aunt were off doing their 
dirty, sexy things-why shouldn't he have a little fun, too? 

He stood a little to one side and brought out his cock. The barn with its 
chinky roof admitted a diffused, golden sunlight-and there she was, like 
some gorgeous princess from outer space requiring his worship. He had no 
trouble getting hard. As he began to thrill with his eyes locked on her body 
he crept closer and closer. Oh, he did want to spread those sexy thighs and 
shove his thing right up that delicate pink slice where she lived! She was 
enough woman to die for. He slid out of his pants and got on the hay, moving 
closer and closer to that elegant, gleaming body, getting hotter and hotter. 
Dare he touch the hard peak of one of those ripe breasts? Could he brush his 
hand over her sensual mouth? Maybe he could put his hand right on her organ 
and expire in hot love and passion... 

Closer ... closer ... he felt her body heat and heard her soft breathing. 
She stirred once and he almost cried out. Close up she looked as great as 
from the distance, but he now saw a couple of bruise spots, one on her 
throat and another on the ripeness of her breast. 

He touched her arm. She did not stir. He was crazy in the middle of his 
fantasy as he loved her in his mind and got closer to her being. He knelt in 
front of her, gasping softly, rising to pay tribute to this fantastic 
creature of his road adventure. He wished he knew her name. 

He leaned forward and grunted to glory, his cock only a few inches above 
that thrilling pink girl opening. Her blue eyes opened. Her curving mouth 
widened in a demonic smile. She reached her arms up, grabbed him, and pulled 
him down swiftly, his cock right against her naked belly. 

"DON'T WASTE IT, LOVER," she cried. "FUCK ME!" 

He gave a great gasp, and in his highly excited state the feel of her warm 
belly digging against his thrilled cock was too much. He cried out in 
surprise and it turned into a groan of ecstasy. His cock exploded on the 
silken softness of her belly. Jissum spurted across her navel and up to her 
cleavage. Her hands clasped his buttocks as she ground her belly up tight to 
him and he fucked off in high delight against her warm, silken skin. Their 
faces were inches apart and she looked delighted as she felt his manhood 
explode. His face showed fear, shame and pleasure in fleeting expressions. 
He grunted in, to him, an embarrassing fashion and enjoyed the shuddery 
thrills of expending his cock on that naked girl belly. 

"AHHHHHH," he went, relieved but highly shamed. Spurt, spurt, spurt. He 
really emptied his guts on her golden skin. 

'Too bad you couldn't get it inside," she sighed. 

A wild girl of the road? "I-thought you were hurt-I was afraid to touch you. 
But you're so good-looking..." 

"Yeah," she said. "Guys like my body. That's how I get in trouble all the 
time." 

He still lay on top of her, pressing her into the hay. They both felt the 
silky warmth of his semen, sexy between their bellies. He didn't know what 
to do now. There he was all tied up about the sex he thought Don had with 
Aunt Irene, and all of a sudden, from nowhere, here was this good-looking 
girl and-wham! He'd had his first real sex experience with a woman. Just 
like that. 

"You-weren't hurt-the accident?" he asked. 

"Naw. I was dazed. Then you took me into that van and I decided to go along 
and pretend I was out to see what happened." 

'That's wild." 

"Not as wild as what I had before. I was taken over by three rough guys. 
Bikers. They took my clothes so I couldn't escape. They didn't think I'd 
have the nerve to run with no clothes." She fingered one of her bruises he'd 
noticed before. "But I grabbed one of their bikes and ran. You scared me 
with that van, but, honestly, I had to get off the road-and quick. They'd be 
sure to follow me ... my name's Sue. Sue Kendall." 

"Richie. Richie Wexler." 

He got off the girl, still embarrassed at the sperm deposit that gleamed on 
her belly. He quickly turned away to restore his pants. When he turned back 
she had burrowed into the hay to hide her nudity. 

"What place is this, Richie?" 

He told her. About Aunt Irene and now he and his brotner were spending the 
summer here. 

"Listen," she said. "Don't tell your aunt about me, okay? Don't even tell 
your brother, or anyone, okay? I could hide out here in your barn all night. 
You could, maybe, get me some clothes. Maybe you could sneak me a sandwich 
and a drink out of the house. Tomorrow I could be on my way." 

"No," he said. "I'd better tell Aunt Irene and Don. You may need a doctor or 
something." 

"Please, PLEASE don't tell them. Don't tell anybody, Richie! The barn's 
fine. It's warm and I like being around horses and your milk cows. I come 
from Wyoming and I was hitching to Texas before I met those creeps. The more 
secret the better. Just sneak me some old clothes and a little snack, that's 
all." 

"Well, I don't know." 

"Richie, you look like a sweet guy. Listen, I'll take care of you later 
tonight. Any kind of sex you want. You know that won't happen if you tell 
your aunt. She'll play 'mother'. Just you and me, Richie, and we'll have our 
fun." 

His heart took a great leap. "Well, if you're sure you're not hurt-don't 
need a doctor-" 

"I'm sure, lover. Just you and me, with me hiding out in here and happy. 
Honest, I didn't get hurt when the bike threw me. I faked it to see what 
you'd do. I'm safe from those cruds now..." 

He grinned. "Okay, Sue Kendall," he said happily. 

Going back to the house he felt elated and excited. Wow, what a deal he'd 
lucked into. She was so darned good-looking-and willing ... He'd thought 
he'd killed her and more or less ruined his life, and instead of that he'd 
had his first real sex with a foxy girl and there was more to come. As for 
Don and Aunt Irene-it served them right for pushing him to one side. Don 
would die if he knew the treasure Richie had stashed in the barn! 

Richie might not have gotten away with his lame excuse about the van's not 
working right as the reason why he hadn't done his errands in the city-but 
Carl Trost showed up and after that nobody worried about lost errands. 

Carl Trost had been Irene's foreman-up until she'd fired him yesterday. He 
was a big-shouldered, slightly beefy man, a tough ranch hand with hair as 
red as Aunt Irene's-and a hot temper to go with it. 

He showed up before Don could check the van and he and Aunt Irene got into a 
shouting match that scared both boys. 

"You goddam need me to run this goddam spread!" he bellowed. "You ain't 
throwing me out." 

"I've had a bellyful of you," Irene shouted. "I want you off my property and 
out of my life!" 

"It's these fucking kids," he roared. "You're ashamed of me-" 

Irene took him into the bedroom then to continue the fight. In private, he 
lowered his voice and became surly. He thought she threw him out because he 
slept with her and she didn't want 

"those sissy city kids" to know. There might be some truth in that, she 
realized. Carl was loud and vulgar and didn't like the boys, nor they him. 
But it was much, much more than that. For one thing, she'd been wrong about 
his love for her. She'd found out that he played around with prostitutes in 
Albuerque all the time he had sex with her. He wanted her body but didn't 
really want her. In her distress at her divorce, she'd not seen this. 

"Hell, Irene, I'm a sexy guy," he told her. "I got too much for one woman. 
But that's okay-you want to knock off the sex while those young ass-holes 
are around, that suits me. You need me on the place, that's the bottom line, 
kid." 

"I'm not sure about that, Carl. That last shipment of beef we sent to the 
feed lots. You told me we were getting sixty cents a hundred-weight. I 
checked. You actually got seventy-five cents and pocketed the difference." 

He merely grinned. 'That's my tip-my bonus. All owners get chiseled a 
little. You pay because I know my job. You fire me-get another foreman-whole 
animals will disappear. Or the missing beef got lost. I'm the most honest 
foreman in New Mexico. You won't get my kind as cheap as I sold my time to 
you." 

"I'll stay with Ramos," she told him, referring to the Mexican foreman she'd 
hired in his place. Ramos and his crew were out with her cattle now. No, it 
was even more than that. Sheriff Maddox had been down on Carl, and he 
wouldn't tell her why. She'd never spoken to Carl about this but now she had 
to. She told him that the Sheriff had been very hostile to her when he found 
out that Carl ran her spread. 

"What is it, Carl? Why is the Sheriff always nosing around my place-what's 
he looking for? What kind of a racket are you running-along with handling my 
cattle? Ever since my ex-husband and I bought this place, the Sheriff 
treated us like criminals. He hates you. He thought we were in on something 
with you. When he found out I'd fired you, all of a sudden he makes 
friends." 

Carl's frosty eyes glittered. 

"You tell me, sweetheart. What kind of racket do you think I'm running?" 

"I've thought about it a lot, Carl. All my land, all the open space-nobody 
watching. We're close to Mexico, like Texas, Arizona and California. 
Marijuana comes over that border in small airplanes-especially into Arizona. 
Maybe there's a lot of heat there. Wetbacks come over that border. Maybe 
other things. A small plane could land on my property and take off again and 
nobody would know. There are dry gulches, hidden valleys, and even some 
caves. There's that big cave over by the ridge. Maybe Sheriff Maddox has a 
good reason to dislike High Post Ranch." 

"Go ahead," he said, his face reddening. "You'll find there are slander laws 
in cattle country just like the civilized places you all come from. I'll sue 
you and take this goddam spread away from you. As for Maddox, he ain't the 
Sheriff. Only a deputy with a division. Him and me grew up together and had 
lots of fights in school. He's always hated me and he'd like to hang 
something on me. He never could. He never will. I don't do any of that 
stuff." 

'That's good, Carl. I wish you luck. But you're still fired. I don't want 
you around anymore." 

He jumped her then. It was really crazy. He struck her, knocked her onto the 
bed, and came at her cursing with both fists flailing. 

Scared out of their wits but loyal to their aunt, the two boys crashed into 
the bedroom and tangled with Carl. It could've been a brutal fight. Carl was 
tough and seasoned to the range. But Don had been a high school athlete and 
was not afraid of violence. Richie had supported his brother in a couple of 
good scraps in the past. The tough older man and the two youngsters fell to 
the floor and wrestled, while Irene dashed out of the room and went for her 
shotgun. 

Carl did not want to fight. He suddenly jerked loose from the boys and ran 
to the front door of tne ranch house. 

"You'll cool down. You'll change your mind," he told Irene, who had plucked 
the shotgun from its place on the wall and moved toward him. 

"Get out, Carl, and stay out!" site shouted. 

He cursed, but turned and fled. They heard the motor of his car start and he 
roared off into the warm New Mexico night. 

Irene set down the gun and slumped into a chair, weeping. 

"I'm sorry, boys. I should never have hired that awful man." 

They soothed her as well as they could. He was gone and no real damage had 
been done. In fact, the argument and fight had toned them up to excitement. 
Life back in Indianapolis was never like this! They chatted in happy 
excitement all through dinner. For her part, Irene was silent. They were too 
young to know what a vicious man Car! could be. He wasn't tie kind to toss 
out threats as he went out the door. He was the kind who'd smiled at you as 
he knifed you. He knew lots of people around this part of the country and 
knew all the tricks. He could make big trouble for the High Post Ranch, 
Irene and the boys if he wanted to. She thought he wanted to. The Deputy 
wouldn't tell her what criminal use Carl made of her property, but she felt 
he was into something dangerous and they hadn't seen the last of him. Site 
felt guilty, too, that she had taken the tough foreman to her bed and been 
intimate with him. He could really ruin her reputation. She felt ashamed 
that she'd seen his vulgar bluster as honest open Western manliness. Two 
weeks of company with the innocent, virile boys had helped change her mind 
about that. . . 

Ten O'clock that night. In her bedroom Irene paced the floor alone like a 
caged lioness, a fierce debate raging inside of her. 

Incest! That ugly word. It shamed her to the bone to think that she'd twice 
had carnal knowledge of her nephew's penis. Imagine lusting for her sister's 
oldest child that she'd once bounced on her knee and later tried to play 
baseball with, when he was a skinny tyke with scabby elbows from 
roughhousing. Yet it had been so easy. He was no longer a skinny child, but 
a handsome young man, sex capable and sex hungry. She could not drive the 
picture from her mind of his elegant, stiff manhood grooving into the slick, 
pink tissue of her sex organ. Her cunt remained swollen, itchy, cream-like. 

It had all been so easy to moralize about just 'doing it once' this 
afternoon. That was before they'd enjoyed the stolen sweet. Now her lust 
burned in her against all morality. He was a virgin. That sexy youngster had 
never before known the clutch of a hot embrace while he drove his cock into 
a wildly desiring cunt. Twice she took out her vibrator, twice she put it 
away. She must fight this thing through and not give in to temptation. She 
conjured up all of the faces that would help-Bessie and her husband, other 
relatives, her own parents, her own good friends. What would they say, think 
about her, feel about her if they knew she sought sex with her own nephew? 
She imagined the scorn, the sneers, the punishing laughter. 'Old Irene 
really flipped her stupid wig!' But she wasn't old. She was attractive, 
desirable, and sex hungry. It burned and burned in her mind-that hot lust. . 
. 

The ranch house was shaped like an 'L' with the bedrooms in the short leg of 
the letter. First came Don's bedroom, then a connecting bath, then Irene's 
master bedroom, then a wall, and then the smaller bedroom that Richie 
occupied. Irene had locked the door of the bath on Don's side and Don knew 
why. She didn't want him in her bedroom. He could always use the smaller 
bath across the hall. Yet he kept testing it. In between he lay on his bed 
in his shorts, his mind a whirl with the exciting events of the day. The sex 
with his lovely aunt. The fight with that creep, Trost. He'd really shown 
that prick he couldn't shove around Aunt Irene! 

But most of the time he thought about her luscious, creamy body, and how 
he'd seen it naked today for the first time. And how it had felt to feel 
right inside her, you know, cunt, and how his cock had felt in her wet, hot 
mouth. Wow. Sex was the greatest trip on earth. That fooling around he'd 
done back home was nothing compared to the real thing. His balls felt 
excruciatingly tight, and his cock was better than half hard. Man, if she 
opened that door, he'd be through in a flash and into some hot action. 

"Aunt Irene," he moaned. "I want you. I need it."... 

In the bedroom on the other side of Aunt Irene, Richie also lay sleepless, 
in his shorts, with anticipatory excitement in his groin. Wow, what a day it 
had been. The motorcycle on the road and Sue-the accident-the sex in the 
barn-the secret thing. To top all of that there was the fight with that 
crummy guy, Carl. Don sure needed his help on that. Without him Don couldn't 
have handled it. But they'd run that crook off the place, wham! 

Richie had made his trip to the barn and brought Sue Kendall some clothes 
and some food without Aunt Irene or Don tumbling. 

"You come back later," she told him. "Make it about midnight, when your 
folks are all settled. We'll have fun then." She kissed him and he almost 
went out of his mind with it. It was going to be a wild trip. The barn 
turned him on like mad, with the earthy smell of the horses, and their big 
eyes gleaming in the dim light, and the restless night movement of the cows. 
Manure, animal flesh, hay-it made a guy feel like some kind of primitive 
pioneer, lusting after his female... 

The clothes fit, though loosely. They were some old things that Richie had 
heard Aunt Irene say she no longer wanted. So Sue had her food, and she had 
her clothes, and all Richie had to do was wait until midnight and collect 
his reward. It was, he thought, the most fantastic day of his nineteen years 
on earth. 

Don heard the 'click' of the key in the lock on the bathroom door about 
eleven O'clock. He had gone into an erotic doze and at first couldn't 
believe his ears. But when he tried the door it opened. His sleepy haze 
lifted from his body like mist under a hot sun as he moved through the 
bathroom to Irene's bedroom beyond. There was a night light burning, a pink 
light that gave the room a warm, rosy glow. 

Aunt Irene lay on top of the bed wearing a white lacy peignoir. It was the 
sexiest sight he'd ever seen. The filmy stuff stretched across her big 
breasts to half-reveal her pink nipple centers. The stuff pulled against her 
crotch so tightly that he could make out the small red cloud of her pubic 
hair. The V of her lower belly was wet, and he could see woman juice 
gleaming on her soft inner thighs. She lay with her legs slightly spread, 
and her eyes looked dazed. He stood there a moment to drink in the 
lascivious sight and his cock flexed to rigid hardness. 

"Aunt Irene-are you all right?" 

She moaned. The last hour had been the worst she'd spent in a long spell. 
The debate inside had raged hotter and hotter and sapped all of her energy. 
No matter how hard she struggled, always the desire for the young man's cock 
came back on her with intensified lust. Her swollen cunt just kept running 
and running and her nipples got so hot and hard that she dared not touch 
them for fear of screaming. At last she crept to the bathroom and unlocked 
that door. If Don were asleep or didn't care-that was her last defense. That 
had failed. 

Inexperienced as he was, Don understood that he faced a bitch in heat. There 
was no mistaking the flushed cheeks, the bright eyes, and the dampness on 
her forehead. Her body, looked lush, open, crazy for prick. 

"IREEEEEENE," he groaned, and climbed on the bed beside her. His hands 
trembled as he pulled off his shorts, exposing the stiff cock jutting out 
from his belly. 

"I TRIED ... I TRIED," she whispered. 

He came over on top of her. His lips sought her mouth in the well-remembered 
exercise of French kissing she'd taught him that afternoon. Her lips fell 
open like soft, velvet petals and her hot, wet mouth sucked in his tongue 
avidly, while she made pleased sounds in her throat. Her soft body, under 
him, was firercely hot, ripe and sexy. 

"FUCK ME," she whispered between kisses. "RIP MY BELLY OPEN, DON." She felt 
aghast at her language, but she was dazed; she was so high that she felt 
she'd explode if she didn't get hot, young prick. His body felt so good. 
That hot, naked, centered masculinity with that vigorous cock could restore 
her sanity. 

Unable to speak in the high richness of the moment, he tore at her negligee 
and she helped him peel it down to reveal her naked tits with the swollen 
nipples. 

"AHHH, YEEE," she moaned as he sucked on her ripe beauties. It was a 
piercing cry because this attack on one of her main erotic centers was 
enough to send her right to heaven. Sweating, she writhed under him, 
gasping, giving up her first female surrender. Their positions were reversed 
from this afternoon. Now she was the one so hot she couldn't restrain her 
orgasm. Those wounding teeth and the laving tongue on first one breast and 
then the other, in her white hot condition, broke her lust barrier. 

Don felt her soft belly rub and gyrate against his belly and prick and she 
was gone, gasping, slobbering a little, eyes closed, head back and her wet 
belly grinding as she throbbed out her joy at being taken. He felt like the 
king of the world to be able to whip her to orgasmic shudders so easily. 

He sucked and loved her breasts and licked and nibbled her sweet flesh in 
domination as she quaked off her glory under him. 

In the next room Richie heard the wounding cry of Irene as Don took her with 
the hot breast suck. He almost jumped off the bed, his heart palpitating. He 
was no longer the nice, shy kid of earlier that day. Sue had given him 
confidence. He went out into the hall, down past Irene's door to Don's room, 
and entered. It was empty, of course. The bathroom door was ajar. It was 
only eleven o'clock, a whole hour before he was due in the barn. He might as 
well check on his brother and Aunt Irene and find out what really went on. 

He crept through the bath to the second door and peeped in. What he saw just 
about drove him out of his mind. Don was on the bed with their aunt, and Don 
was naked as a jaybird. He had a hard-on, too. Irene lay under Don and she 
was half-naked. Richie saw her voluptuous breasts, fully revealed, and they 
gleamed. He instinctively knew that Don had been eating those sexy glories. 
Don crouched before Irene, peeling off some kind of white, very thin 
nightgown. There was her navel, then her soft white belly, then a thick 
patch of matted red pubic hair and-ahhh. Her cunt! Don seemed a little 
embarrassed to stare right down at her crotch, but from his hiding place, 
Richie wasn't. Her pink groove looked hot and sexy, and it was smeared with 
colorless juice, which also had spread to the delicious softness of her 
inner thighs. Holy crumb, that was a sight to see! 

Irene spread her legs wide and Don got between them and crouched, trying to 
fit his cock to that delicious target. Richie was amazed at his older 
brother's ineptitude. He thought Don screwed Marlene, his girl back home, 
all the time. Maybe his dumb brother was no wiser than he! 

Irene squeezed her buttocks as she lifted her belly and reached down to take 
Don's bulging cock in her hand. She squirmed around and Richie could see the 
big cock punch toward the vertical, swollen slit, because Irene drew one leg 
back. He held his breath, dizzy with the sight of this penetration of a 
female by a male. 

Don went all butterfingers when he got Irene's outfit off and tried to get 
inside of her. He'd thought about it so much and hoped for it so much that 
he was quaking and messing it up. Thank God, she helped him, directing his 
prick to position. Don could not look down to see the cunt he sought-he'd 
pass out from excitement. He felt everything-the wetness and heat of her sex 
organ as his prick head nudged it, the feel of slick outer lips, and then he 
held his breath at the glorious moment. 

Irene felt a sexy, relaxed lassitude. She felt only gratitude for Don's 
coming to ease her screwed-tight nerves and needs, and to have given her 
that first small-orgasm relief. She helped him guide that sexy wonder to her 
channel and fitted the cockhead past her outer lips and to the inner lips 
and groove where it counted. Then she held her breath... 

Don fucked forward. His rod violated her and sank halfway up her slick, 
ready tunnel. The intense heat of the inside of her body startled him-it 
felt great. He felt her cunt walls grip his shaft, sending delicious rushes 
up into his body. He felt both resistance and surrender in that delightful 
box and he cried out in wonder. 

Irene groaned in pleasure. After days of tease and hours of indecision, the 
issue was settled by the hot, hard cock reaming into her guts. She no longer 
cared for the dictates of society or the rules of family morality. She 
wanted Don's prick inside of her, crazing her with pleasure-and she had it. 

"FUCK, FUCK," she whispered. 

Don drew back his rod and shoved forward, and took her whole cunt, spreading 
the tight walls and fully possessing her. She drew up under him and began 
her own lustful gyrations. He began to plunge, grunting. 

"OH, IRENE, OH, OH, OH," he cried in heavenly joy. 

"DON'T-LOSE IT-TOO SOON," she begged. 

Richie felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the erotic sight and 
especially the dirty words Irene had called to Don. Don rocked into Irene's 
body and he saw the flexing of muscles, especially in Irene's body. It was 
fabulous to see a flat, straight-out fuck, male whipping into female. He 
grabbed his own prick and began to jack off, imagining himself with his rod 
inside of Aunt Irene. Never mind about the girl in the barn. Even if he lost 
his own seed right here and now he'd have plenty more when midnight came. He 
wanted to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime sight. 

Irene felt herself rise with youthful vigor after her first orgasm. It was 
as if she had been wired too tight to really enjoy passion until that first 
releasing orgasm. Now she felt alive in every pore of her body as she had 
not felt for years. In her marriage the sex had been bad at the end. Her 
affair with Carl had been sexy, but he had used her hard and fast, and she 
had to take what thrills she could get. This innocent boy was giving her 
what she wanted. 

She ran her finger into his crack to rub his ass-hole lightly and smiled as 
his eyes got big with this extra thrill. Those nerves back there were hot 
and sensitive, but she'd learned never to dive her finger inside a man's 
butt hole. His prostate was just inside, and if you stroked it while he was 
already screwing it sent him into immediate overload, his eyes rolled back, 
and he shot off right now. This way Don's cock dry-throbbed inside of her, 
but he did not lose his charge. 

She pulled Don forward onto her body. 

"Hug, kiss," she instructed. 

He began to do it, surprised and excited by the new sensation of his naked 
belly sucking against hers. The obscene sounds those two warm, perspiring 
bellies made was also very sexy. 

They kissed, hot tongues twining, and Don mewed in delight at the glory of 
fucking and kissing. After that sex rush was over she didn't have to tell 
him to zero in on her luscious breasts and palm and suck them. She groaned 
as loudly as he as her sex network flashed hotter signals. 

She felt rich, loved and immortal now. A woman always felt immortal when she 
hosted a desired prick. The intense pleasure of the friction was enhanced by 
the sense of the life-creating act they enjoyed-even if that wasn't the 
purpose. 

"Ah, Don, you are a good stu-ahhh-student," she breathed hotly. "You use 
your cock like a master. You're fucking my heels off." She also knew the 
excitement of dirty words at the right time-if you really felt what you 
said, and she did. 

"I-BEGINNING-GET TOO HOT," he said. 

"LET IT RISE. LET IT HAPPEN. JUST ROCK IN ME AND TAKE ME WHEN YOU WANT," she 
whispered. It was especially exciting because she knew that she was 
completely his love slave. As soon as he froze and burst he would sweep her 
with him, no matter when it was. She was perfectly tuned to him. Her cunt 
felt like it was two miles long, and every inch was filled with sliding, 
crazing prick, driving bright happiness all through her body. She wanted to 
squeeze down on him and suck in his member and thrill to glory as she 
emptied him. 

He could no longer speak except in grunts and gasps. The whole experience 
had been too rich, and now he was into his animal lust, driving up to the 
white hot moment of truth when he had used her all that he wanted and it was 
time to quench her fires with his blinding, bursting explosions. 

"AHER-UNGGG," he went, fucking her faster. 

"OH, DON, DON!" she went in rising splendor to feel his massive tribute soon 
to come. She felt humble, tender, used, delighted, little girl awed. No 
matter that Don was a male virgin-his cock had the power to turn her into a 
fuck-hungry slave. 

She was no longer in her mind. Everything was her swelling belly and her 
overloading sex nerves, singing now with keen pleasure. 

"EH, OH, OH, OH," she cried, bunting faster on his scalding prick. 

Richie leaned against the door jamb, as lost as his aunt and brother. He had 
timed his motions to theirs, and with his powerful imagination he was as 
much into their sex as they were, he felt. He no longer thought of holding 
back. He just wanted to see them expire, die his sex death with them, and 
get rid of his huge load of wanton desire that churned in his own belly. 

Don, on the bed, suddenly became erratic in his movements. 

"AH, IRENE, I THINK-I TH-THINK-" 

"GO, BOY, GO," she cried. 

He went still on top of her body. It felt like his cock had pierced her 
fully and deeply. His eyes bugged out. All his muscles locked in a rich 
paralysis of feeling. He gave a series of animal grunts. 

"UH, AH, UH, UH, UH." 

His belly felt a fiery magnificence as he peaked, and he got that crazed and 
desperate feeling that was so gorgeous. 

"YIKE!" 

Spurt, spurt, spurt. Gasping and quivering, he bore down on his sex 
equipment and released huge darts of liquid flame into her body. It was 
ex-cru-cia-ting-and felt soooooo good. 

She gave her own cry of wounding. She was so high that his bursts 
overwhelmed her and she froze up against him. Her cunt seemed to retract to 
get his full length, which now seemed to pierce her very womb wall. Then she 
began to squeeze her vagina on his rod, throbbing her volcanic ecstasy 
against his own hot gushes. 

"HEAVENLY!" she managed, lost in her pink world of erotic satisfaction. 

They clung, sweating bodies pasted together, aunt and nephew burning off 
their overwhelming lust in deep, satisfying throbs, spurts, and rushing 
nervous discharges of pleasure and relief. On and on it went for fabulous 
seconds, love locking soft cunt to ejaculating cock. 

Watching, Richie, hidden from the sight of the bed, felt his knees go weak 
as he leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. His thrilled young 
cock, nearly as big as Don's felt the ultimate thrill. 

"Why-why not?" he whispered to himself. 

It came then as he threw luscious loops of hot jissum free into the air, his 
hot fluid striking the opposite door frame as he expired in empathetic 
delight at seeing Don and Aunt Irene getting it off. His soft grunts 
accompanied the flung seed and the relief, after all the hours of 
frustration, was terrific. 

"AHHHHHH," he whispered, letting it all spurt out, free and easy. 

Don lay on top of his taken aunt in the happiest euphoria he'd ever felt. No 
young man ever approached his first sex without some fears and worries as to 
whether he could really make it and do it right. His virgin fuck was over 
and it had been a delicious and healthy ride all of the way. He felt that 
he'd become a man in every sense of the word. He glowed and glowed, feeling 
his conquering prick still hard and locked into his aunt's vagina, soothed 
by the silk of their combined juices. 

It was not so easy for Irene. The glowing pleasure she felt at having been 
roundly fucked had to be balanced by the guilt that she'd seduced, or been 
seduced by, her own nephew. But she felt absolutely great . ... 

At midnight Richie crept out to the barn. First he did what he should've 
done sooner-he hid the motorbike under some straw and tossed the small 
rolled pack back into the dimness of the barn. Don mustn't know anything 
about Sue, as promised. 

He looked for Sue. He didn't find her. He called, whispered, searched, but 
there was no Sue. He looked for a long time, but there was no trace of her, 
absolutely none, and his world, for now, was completely shattered. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The cattle on the range were for meat. The cows at the ranch house were for 
milk and had to be milked both morning and evening. It had been Don's chore 
to do the morning milking, which he enjoyed. There were not enough cows to 
justify a milking machine, and as he sat on his little stool, rhythmically 
squeezing the warm cow teats, Don relished the clear, cold desert-like air, 
the early sun spreading down from the bleak ranges and the sight of clouds 
overhead that seemed to hang by wires from the heavens above. 

Back home he hated to get up early. On the ranch he couldn't stay in bed. 
This morning was one of the greatest. Irene bustled about the kitchen, 
preparing a pancake breakfast for the boys. Richie, sticky-eyed and grumpy, 
stomped around the kitchen in a bad humor. Don wondered with a twinge of 
guilt if his younger brother had caught on to the wild, wonderful thing he 
had going with Aunt Irene. Aunt Irene herself seemed solemn and withdrawn 
this morning, but she looked great, ten years younger, and was still turned 
on to him, judging by her looks and hand squeezes she gave him. 

Older people were uptight about sex. She probably still thought they 
shouldn't have any more, but he thought they would. What if she was his 
aunt? That soft, creamy body really turned him on. This morning he felt 
really great, as if he'd grown ten feet tall since reaching full manhood 
last night. He felt serious, tender and loving toward Aunt Irene. He'd have 
to think of something today to lift Richie's spirits. He wanted the whole 
world to be as happy as he was. One thing he could do was take over the 
evening milking. Richie would like that-he didn't have Don's skill and it 
was a real chore for him. 

Don dug his hands up into the cow's udder and squeezed down, squirting out a 
stream of milk. It took a little doing-you had to seize the teat firmly, get 
your hand up into the udder, and m-i-l-k down. You couldn't just squeeze the 
teat. It was really kind of sexy. 

He finished and carried the last milk pail to the separator, where the cream 
and the milk would be spun about and separated by gravity. Don thought he 
might do more for Richie than just help with the evening chore. He could let 
Richie drive over to Coyote Cave with the van. Richie loved to drive the 
van, but so far Don woldn't let him take it anywhere off the roads. But the 
boys had wanted to explore the big cave on Aunt Irene's property and it 
wasn't too far off the road. Don headed for the barn where he kept the 
glossy painted van to protect it from the sand-pitting winds of New Mexico. 

His van was gone... 

It took several minutes for Aunt Irene and Richie to calm down the roaring, 
excited Don to find out what made him suddenly go crazy on this calm, quiet 
June morning. 

"SWIPED-STOLEN-that goddam Carl Trost-" Don was beside himself. That 
purple-painted van with the psychedelic designs was his whole ego. 

It was Richie's turn to confess. White-faced and stammering, he told the 
other two about the nude girl on the motorcycle. Sue Kendall, and how he'd 
tried to follow her wishes, and how, finally, last night she'd disappeared. 

"You mean this criminal little bitch stole my van last night and you didn't 
say anything!" screamed Don. He could have killed his younger brother. 

"It wasn't gone last night!" Richie insisted. "It was there last night. So 
was her motorbike. Just she was gone." 

"I thought I heard a car engine close by just about dawn," said Aunt Irene. 
'The girl must've waited for daylight to take off. I'll call the Sheriff 
right away. She couldn't have gone far ... Richie, how could you have been 
so taken?" 

"I don't know, I just don't know." 

He really felt bad because he treasured the van almost as much as Don. What 
a vicious crud his blonde friend had turned out to be! 

"Where's that bike?" said Don... 

Irene tried to dissuade Don from taking off in pursuit of his van on the 
small motorbike, but he was like a madman. He roared off in a cloud of dust 
on Sue's bike, heading for the feeder road that ran past the ranch. 

"He should've taken a gun," said Irene. "Still, if it's only a young, 
unarmed girl ... I'll call the Sheriff, Richie, and we'll do a little 
exploring on our own in my Buick." 

Richie felt lower than a bug. He'd suppressed some of his story-the parts 
about the sex and the bikers. In his version the girl had been dressed and 
fleeing one older guy. He sure hoped those bikers didn't show up..... 

Don roared down the empty county road in the morning sun, desperate and sick 
to think of losing that van. The chances of getting it back were zilch and 
zero in this big, empty country. He took the road away from town, reasoning 
that if the girl were fleeing her father or some older guy who'd had her in 
town, she'd keep heading for the open country. He might not ever see it 
again, but he was sure going to scour the countryside-and then go back to 
the ranch and half-kill his brother. 

He saw a truck up ahead but paid it no attention as he roared down the road, 
mumbling to himself, remembering all the jobs he'd worked at, all the 
trouble he went to, to get that van and fix up the interior afterwards. His 
dad had had to put in some money, too. Damn, it was a blow to have it 
stolen. He'd rather hand the girl his good right arm! 

The object in the road was not a truck. It was a van. It was his van, pulled 
off on the shoulder, and sitting there as pretty as you please! He cut his 
throttle and began to brake, suddenly filled with joy. Why, that girl hadn't 
got very far at all. Wow-there it was, as big as life. It looked in okay 
condition, too. He paid no attention to the two motorcycles parked near it. 
He jumped off his bike and rushed for the van 

It had taken Jumper, Hawk and the Professor some time to pursue Sue in the 
van, catch her, and subdue her. They'd searched all yesterday afternoon for 
her and slept by the road last night. At that they might've missed her 
because they weren't looking for Sue in a van. But she lost her head when 
she came past them and sped up. After that the chase was on, but she wasn't 
much of a driver and they soon boxed her in, stopped her, and took over. 

As usual, they stripped her to the buff. That was the Professor's rule in 
handling what he called 'hosteel personalities'. They tied her wrists behind 
her and sat her down to ask some questions, with Jumper and Hawk grinning 
from ear to ear. They liked the idea of stripping captives when the captive 
was a good-looking chick like Sue. She answered the Professor's questions in 
a surly manner. The bike was back at the ranch where she stayed last night. 
So was the small roll attached to the rear of the bike. 

The three young men exchanged glances. 

Who lived at the ranch? ... Two young guys and their aunt. She'd only spoken 
to one, named Richie. She hid out in the barn with his help. She got some 
clothes and food and then waited until dawn, when she took off in the van. 
This Richie had left the keys in it. Was their stolen bike and the roll 
still at the ranch? She shrugged. The bike and the roll meant nothing to 
her. 

'That there's prolly the same ranch Carl Trost told us about," cried Jumper. 

The Professor glared at him through his black-rimmed glasses. "Why not let 
me do the jawboning. Jumper?" he said in that smooth, menacing tone he used 
when upset. 

"Oh, sure, sure," said the Jumper. He was thin and wiry and had a prominent 
Adam's apple. He swallowed it. 

"What now, Prof?" asked Hawk, who was pudgy and had close-set eyes. 

"Easy," answered the Professor. "We head for the cave that certain friendly 
parties told us about. It's up that arroyo over the bridge just ahead. It's 
about a mile off the road. I reconned it yesterday. We can take the van 
right up there. Then we'll see about friendly parties and important 
ranches." 

"First we got a problem," said Jumper. 

"What's that, Jumper?" 

"Here comes some wheels-looks like our bike. There's a young guy riding it." 

"No problem," said the Professor. "You guys hide in the can with the curtain 
and I'll chat with Sue's new boyfriend. Be sure to take that wrench wrapped 
in a towel in case the kid gets uneasy..." 

Don burst through the side doors of the van with fury. 

"Lady, if you think you can steal my van-" He stopped in shock. There was a 
young girl tied up and naked. There was a big guy with her. He didn't look 
too old, though. Maybe he was in his late twenties. 

'They got you staked out!" cried Sue. "LOOK OUT!" 

The Professor smiled and stepped toward the rear of the van. 

"In that case-" he started. 

Don jumped him. He saw the round, smiling face with the black-rimmed glasses 
loom at him, and he heard the girl scream, and the next thing he knew there 
was a sharp pain in the back of his head, yellow lights exploded behind his 
eyes, and he went down and out . ... 

Darkness. Not a solid black, but a dimness, spooky and with shadows. Don's 
head ached. He tried to rub it with his hand but could not. He wondered 
vaguely what was wrong with his hand, and then it came to him that there was 
nothing wrong with his hand; it felt fine. The problem was with his wrists 
... they were tied. He got a rush of adrenalin when he absorbed that 
knowledge and his head cleared up. He tried to rise, but could not, because 
his feet were also tied. He sat up, groaned, and laid back down for a minute 
until he felt better. 

It came back to him now-seeing the stolen van, rushing inside, seeing a 
naked girl tied up, and then facing the big-shouldered guy with the glasses. 
Then-pow! 

He looked around again and saw, in the dim light, an uneven rock roof over 
his head. A sand floor, broken by rock piles, extended on either side. A 
cave! He was in a cave. He knew at once that it was Coyote Cave. There was 
none other around as big as this. "Oh, shit," he said. 

"You can say that again," said a cheerful feminine voice nearby. 

He half sat up. He realized for the first time that he was also naked! 

He tried to cover himself but there was no way. With his ankles tied 
together, his dong and everything just hung out there. 

"I-ummm-I'm naked," he confessed. 

"Surprise!" said the girl. "So am I." 

He squinched around and there was the girl he'd seen in the van. He could 
see the thrust of a nude breast and the bare softness of a neatly curved 
flank. She was, for sure. 

"What the hell's going on?" he asked. 

She told him then about the bikers, essentially the same story she'd told 
Richie. On her hitchhike from Wyoming to Texas, she'd foolishly let them 
pick her up and hadn't had a peaceful moment since. He scolded her for 
grabbing his van and for conning his brother, but his heart wasn't in it. He 
could imagine what those three tough guys had done to her, and, in her 
place, he'd run, too, and grab anything, and not trust anybody. 

"I'm sorry, Don. I'm sorry I took your van and got you into this mess. I 
would've found a way to get it back to you, believe me. I'm no thief." 

'Those guys-what are they-who are they?" 

"Wish I knew. They came here to meet some character named Carl Trust or 
Frost, something like that." 

'Trost!" 

"Yeah, that's it. Know him?" 

"Do I? That bastard. Yes, and there's something big going on here, Sue. Some 
real funny business." 

'They've got a small roll of something. It was on their bike that I stole, 
but I didn't even know about it. Probably money." 

'To buy something from Trost," said Don. 'That has to be it." 

"Dope?" 

But Don shook his head. "Aunt Irene thought so, but Trost isn't right for 
that kind of business. Also, we're too far North and too close to a big city 
for this to be a set-down place for heroin or marijuana. It would be easier 
further South. Tell you something else. Wherever there's dealing there's 
smoking. Even in Indianapolis we know that. There just isn't much around 
here. I tried to buy a few joints. I smoke now and again. It's hard to get." 

She laughed. "It's hard to buy anywhere in the great open spaces of Wyoming, 
Colorado or New Mexico. Or any other big, empty state. Why bother to buy? 
There's millions of acres of empty ground and nobody looking. Just put down 
five or six small plots of your own and grow all you want." 

They were on easy, friendly terms now. He said that he guessed the 
bikers-what was it? Jumper, Hawk and the Professor-they had gone off to find 
Trost. 

"Yes," said Sue," and we'd darn well better stay here till they finish their 
business. I don't think they want any trouble. They want to get what they 
came for and split. We don't make trouble for them, they won't hurt us. So 
I'll just stay here tied up and enjoy a beauty nap. I didn't get much sleep 
last night-or the nights before." 

"Not me, dammit!" flared Don. "I want to get out of here and nail those 
cruds-and Trost. He's made enough trouble for my aunt. He's ruining my 
vacation. Come on, put your back to mine and let me untie you." 

She didn't seem very anxious, but at last she brought her small warm back 
against his and he tried to unloosen her wrist bonds. Again and again he dug 
at the knots, but the rope was thick and he simply didn't have enough 
strength in his fingers. It was frustrating. At last she scooted over beyond 
his back and eased her torso to the cave floor, her warm side touching his. 
She looked up at his face as he sat there. 

"Hoo boy, we're not going to make it this way. And if you can't, I can't. My 
fingers aren't as strong as yours." 

He politely laid down. It was too exciting to stare at her nude, high 
breasts and her trim body. He could feel her thigh touch his shoulder, they 
were so close. He stared at the ceiling, blushing. She lay there a minute 
and then gave a throaty laugh. 

'There's one thing we could do." 

"What's that?" 

She lifted her head, which was approximately even with his hips. She bent 
over and her pink tongue flicked out and she dabbed at his cock. 

"OH, WOW," he said, thrilling. 

"Even with my hands and feet tied I could suck you," she said. "You've 
really got a long sexy dong. I've been staring, Don. Hey, I'll bet we could 
even fuck." 

She said it so innocently and guilelessly that he was enchanted. 

"Come on, you wouldn't do that," he said, breathless and full of hope. 

"With me you never know," she sighed. "I'm a decent girl, really. I don't 
just take on anybody ... On the other hand, I stole your van and got you 
into a lot of trouble." 

He dared say nothing. He just lay there, breathing deeper and deeper. Would 
she actually have the nerve to do it? 

There was a long, expectant silence in the cave. Outside the sun had risen 
higher in the sky and its stronger rays made the interior of the cave 
lighter. It was still gloomy and subdued in here, but the two young people 
could see each other clearly. Don felt his cock thicken at just the exciting 
thought of having sex with this luscious little girl, but she made no 
further move after that first one. Instead she laid back beside him, staring 
dreamily at the ceiling. 

She sure was a doll. She was the kind he never seemed to be able to date 
back in Indianapolis. She had the keen, sharp features of a real first class 
beauty, a classic, erotic face, heart-shaped, and a golden skin that didn't 
need a tan to look fabulous. Her breasts were big, almost motherly. As big 
as Irene's, whose figure was much more voluptuous. Her dainty torso curved 
down to a girlish waist and then her sexy hips flared. Her belly was long 
and flat and there was the neatest patch of yellow pubic hair he ever hoped 
to see. Her thighs and legs were long and delightfully curved, although her 
calves could've been a little thicker. Still, that added to her girlish 
charm. "Sit up," he ordered her. 

She lost her dreamy look and stared at him with a slight frown. 

'The man's tied up-and he gives me orders." 

"Sit up-please. Sue." 

She sat up. As they sat there facing each other side by side, Don knew for 
the first time why he had failed in his sex life with the good-looking girls 
back home and why he'd succeeded with Aunt Irene. He'd always been too 
passive, waiting for the girl to make the first move. But with his aunt he'd 
taken the initiative-she didn't scare him, so he won. 

He kissed Sue on the mouth. Those soft, curving lips pulled back an instant, 
then pressed forward in a prim response. He shoved his tongue outward, 
forcing her meat, nibbling her lips, and digging in between them. She gasped 
and so did he. Their young mouths opened and hot tongues flashed past each 
other's as each explored the other's warm cave. 

Sue had feared that her short time on the road had coarsened her. At home 
she was circumspect, but once she began to hitchhike, it seemed like the 
freedom had gone to her head. She had sucked off an older man in Colorado in 
order to get a long ride out of him. Then she met the bikers and every one 
of them had done her, including the Professor, with his specialty. That was 
the reason she'd evaded the love approaches of Don's brother after promising 
him sex. 

This guy turned her on from the first moment she saw him. When the bikers 
dumped them into the cave, she had lain there for a long time studying Don's 
nude body while he recovered from that blow. In the dim light of the cave, 
on the comfortable and soft sand of the floor, she'd rested easily, even if 
tied up, and drank in the excellence of his young male body. What a fabulous 
prodder the guy had. It curled between his legs, lying on its small mound of 
balls, and seemed to have a life of its own as it beckoned to her. 

She'd tried to put her mind on other things, but her cunt stayed wet and her 
nipples stayed hard. Wouldn't it be fantastic if they did it right here in 
the cave, tied up and everything. She felt the thrill deep inside of her 
body. But he was off talking about all the other things, until at last she 
just made that one blatant approach. The way he pulled back embarrassed her. 
She was getting too calloused and fresh. She laid back and tried to put her 
mind elsewhere. 

Then-like magic, he suddenly turned on to her. Guys were crazy-but she 
wasn't complaining now. 

His kisses were hot and hungry and exciting. Best of all, it felt really 
weird and sexy to kiss without using her hands. It was like being tied up 
made you hotter and more sensitive to the touch of lips and tongues. They 
clung and sucked and she saw his penis go up to rock hard. 

"OH, SUE, I WANT YOU!" he gasped. 

"YOU'RE GETTING ME," she responded in breathless delight. 

She leaned back on her tied wrists, bringing her breasts up. He leaned 
forward with a cry of ecstasy and began to suck her nipples. The hot 
thrills, the helplessness of her bondage, made her feel stabs of sex thrills 
more strongly than she'd ever felt when a man ate her tits. She had to moan 
in girlish fashion. He went slightly out of his skull. Those soft, firm 
glories lifted his sex tension to the heights of lusty pleasure. Until 
yesterday he'd never known the actual touching of breasts or cunts. Now, all 
at once, this magic new world had opened for him, first with Aunt Irene, and 
now with this sexy young girl. 

"Being tied up-it's crazier," he laughed. 

'Try-anything-once-" she responded. 

He leaned back to rest for a moment and bent her torso. She sucked his stiff 
cock into her mouth. The pressure, heat and friction, and wetness drove him 
to ever higher ecstasy. 

"OHHH, BABY, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" 

She bobbed her head on his cock, long golden tresses flying, and thrilled 
with him, her cunt burning and flowing to be connected with that magnificent 
jabber. Then her head came up. 

"Hey, you know what could be even crazier? We could do a sixty-nine tied 
up!" 

"What's a sixty-nine?" he asked. 

She showed him. She got him to stretch out face up and eased herself on top 
of him, her head to his prick, her crotch to his face. She found she could 
bend her legs far enough apart for his head to fit between her thighs. It 
was a tight and thrilling fit. Her soft flesh of those silken inner thighs 
pressed against his cheeks. He found her pink honey-slit in front of his 
mouth and the pleasant, pungent odor of her being permeated his nostrils. 

"What do I do? What do I do?" he cried, anxious to please her. 

'Tonue-inside of me," she instructed him. "You'll find a soft bump-that's my 
clit-clitoris-where it feels so great ... Suck, eat, tongue." 

He slurped her free-running juices and drove his tongue inside of her 
velvety cunt lips. It was really wild-kinky, he thought to participate so 
deeply in her sexuality. Her box was her link to life creation and all 
humanity, and he controlled it with his punishing tongue. For each little 
stroke, wiggle and twist of his tongue, her entire body responded with sexy 
gyrations as she became his complete sex slave. 

"OH, CHILD, I'M GONNA EAT RIGHT UP TO YOUR BELLY," he cried. 

"DUU-DON'T DO ME SO GOOD," she stammered. "I'LL JUICE BEFORE I CAN GIVE YOU 
ANY FUN. OHHH, THAT IS CRAZEEE." 

Her belly, her whole being, thrilled and thrilled even more as he used his 
Wicked tongue on her. She knew she was lucky with this Don because lots of 
guys wouldn't eat your cunt. A real lover wanted everything and this boy was 
a real lover. She increased her pleasure by resuming her suck on his cock. 
Tied up like this made it really great. Instead of holding the shaft, she 
had to move her head all around his prick, up, down and sideways. There were 
only her tongue, teeth and suction. Lots of girls cheated in oral sex by 
masturbating the shaft while they sucked the top of the prick. This way ever 
sensation he got came from her eager mouth. There were other odd sensations. 
She went deep to tease his balls, taking them into her mouth to tongue them 
gently and his shaft, silken and wet, slid sexily in the groove behind her 
ear. It felt like a sweet flame on her flesh. 

Despite the awkwardness, they adjusted. Then it was pure gold, as he whipped 
her to a sucking frenzy on his prick by his suction on her cunt as she made 
him hotter and more eager to suck her searing love tunnel by the hot action 
on his stiff rod. It was a rising circle of joyous flame as they strained 
and grunted and their naked bodies sweated together in warm wonderful 
contact. 

Locked between her thighs, and feeling her hot loins quiver and rock in mad 
joy, he raised his head for a moment. 

"BABY-DIDN'T THINK IT COULD BE SO GOOOOOD." 

"I-I-CAN'T LAST," she managed. "IT FEELS SO GREAT." 

He was ready for glory now, his cock throbbing with the desire to throw at 
shorter intervals. So was she. Her cunt burned. The fast wiggles and 
tensions of her buttocks as she rode on his face went into slower, more 
lascivious strokes as he began his deep wounding of her. 

"OH, DON-OH, OH, OH-IT CAN'T FEEL THIS GOOD," she moaned. 

He was beyond words. The obscene sounds of their oral sex echoed all around 
him. He sensed that he held her sexuality completely under his control. It 
was a glorious feeling to command the sweet, sweating and helpless body of 
the tied-up female. 

"GONNA MAKE YOU-GOOO," he threatened. "OH,DON-DON-" 

She was in a crazed state and he redoubled the fury of his suck on her cunt 
and drove her to paralysis. 

"AHHH, EEEEEE, OOOHHH!" she gasped in a husky voice. 

That gorgeous girl body locked, its soft muscles helplessly frozen, and 
there was no sign of life in her except the deep, taken throbs of her 
surrender. 

"AH, MEEE. OH, OH," she moaned. 

Even his fuck of Aunt Irene had not brought him this close to the searing 
action of a bitch losing her senses and giving up totally to her animal 
needs. He felt he was deep inside of her body as she twisted helplessly, 
tied up, and enjoying the fabulous agony of her orgasm. Sheets of flame 
consumed her belly and pure, majestic joy suffused her entire being. She 
came and came, cunt throbbing and legs jerking. 

At last she tapered and lay quiescent on top of his body, giving great sighs 
of pleasure. 

"AHHH, DON, NOBODY EVER DID ME LIKE THAT. NOBODY!" she said. 

"We invented a new way to do it," he laughed. 'Tied up." 

But there was no time for him to play the cool and masterful lover. She 
attacked his prick once more, almost with a devilish glee, as if she wanted 
to top his marvelous use of her body and make him give up his sex even 
hotter than she had. Her demanding suck made his blood turn to fire and 
initiated deep, rich erotic rushes in his belly and up his spine. 

"HERE WE GOOOOOO," he sang. "OH. OH, NO!" 

That was it. Spurt, spurt, spurt. He flung liquid seed into her mouth with a 
force that seemed greater than his muscles possessed as he lifted up his 
loins and rinsed off great gobs of jissum into her mouth. She could hardly 
drink fast enough to swallow all the burning seed. The ecstatic pleasure of 
those bursts, the relief of tension, and the sense of getting it off inside 
a hot mouth made him thrill to the limits of his erotic being. Nothing in 
life should feel so good! 

"UNK, UNK, AHHH," he went, and felt the glorious freedom of orgasm, spewing 
forth his full masculinity into the female. 

He tapered at last and she was panting from lack of breath at his fast 
bursts when she finally released his prick. They were both too exhausted to 
move for long moments, but melted together in the rich daze of the after-sex 
feeling. Don hadn't felt so good in years. She relished the hot passion of 
this great, new lover. 

After a while she rolled off of him and went into a doze. Don didn't feel 
like a nap. After that great sex, he felt like he wanted to charge forth and 
whip the world ... and he found that all the action and straining had 
loosened the bonds on his wrists. After twenty minutes of struggle he was 
free. His clothes were in a pile in one corner of the cave, along with her 
stuff. 

He peered out of the cave-and there sat his van, big as life. There was no 
trace of the three bikers who must be off looking for Trost, he figured. 
What was better-he'd brought along a second set of keys for the van in case 
he found it abandoned somewhere. The keys were still in his pants, along 
with his wallet and change. The bikers weren't thieves. 

Excited now, he awoke Sue and had her dress. 

"We're going to fly into town and get that Deputy Sheriff," he told her. 
"We'll put a spoke in Trost's wheel-and take care of your tough friends, 
too." 

"I'm with you, Don," she said. "But would we have time to stop for a burger? 
I'm half starved to death." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

By noon Irene felt that she'd done all that she could do for the moment. 
She'd notified the Sheriff's Department and the Highway Patrol of the theft 
of the van. Then she and Richie had taken the Buick and scoured all the 
roads close to the ranch. They found no trace of the van or of Don on the 
motorbike. Richie remained in a foul mood through all of this, which she 
didn't quite understand. Certainly he'd feel guilty about being fooled by 
the young woman and the loss of the van, but his resentment seemed to turn 
toward her. 

"When you heard that car engine early this morning you should've turned us 
out," he said. He kept coming back to that over and over. 

"Richie," she said, "what's really bothering you? It's something besides the 
van being stolen, isn't it?" 

"No, nuthin', " he insisted in a surly tone of voice. 

She made lunch and they ate in silence. She realized for the first time how 
Richie lived in his brother's shadow. Don was the cheerful, outgoing one 
that kept things bubbling. Richie was quiet, introverted, and was not as 
likely to be noticed when Don was around. 

She suggested that they might saddle up some horses and ride out to Coyote 
Cave. She'd always had a suspicion that whatever Carl Trost was up to, it 
might have something to do with the cave, but she'd never taken the time to 
really look it over. 

"You're just saying that to make up for ignoring me when Don's around," he 
shot at her. "Actually you want to stay here and wait for news of him." 

She colored and got mad. It was all right for Richie to be surly, but now he 
was childish. 

"Yes, dammit, Richie. I'd rather stay here for news of Don and the van. You 
should be, too. He has trouble that you brought on us and you should be 
anxious to hang by the phones in case we get some message from him or the 
police." He colored, but didn't say anything. She rose. 

'There's nothing we can do for now. I'm going to take a nap. I've found that 
when there's trouble it's always a good idea to conserve your strength." 

He slammed out of the dining area and went to his room. She shrugged and 
retired to her bedroom... 

Richie was beside himself. The last twenty-four hours had been brutal. In 
fact, the last two weeks had been tough. Last year when the whole family 
made the visit he'd been only vaguely aware of Aunt Irene's elegant body. 
But this year there was the three of them alone and the attractive woman 
retiring to her bedroom each night to sleep alone when both young men wanted 
to have sex with her ... But, as usual, Don made out and he got left. It was 
the story of his life. It was the total of his life. When he was younger he 
used to get Don's cast off clothes and toys. Right now Aunt Irene hardly 
knew he existed. 

It could've been all right if that good-looking chick had fulfilled her 
promise to have sex with him. There had been that sexy thing on her belly. 
But he realized he'd never really expected to make out with her. That would 
be more Don's luck. The way things went, he wouldn't be surprised if Don 
hadn't caught up with that slick chick and they fucked right in the van. 
Well, that was all right with him. He just wanted to get into sex with Aunt 
Irene and that luscious, creamy body. 

So-what was he going to do about it? Don was gone and he was alone here with 
Aunt Irene, a chance he'd rarely have all summer long. 

He felt a rising excitement as he realized that right now he had a terrific 
chance to get some action. He left his room and went down the hall past 
Irene's closed door and into Don's room, as he'd done last night. He softly 
opened the door to the bath. It was empty and the other door leading into 
her bedroom was ajar. He crept to it and peered into her bedroom. What he 
saw shocked him and started his cock hardening in his pants. 

Irene was totally naked. It was stinging hot in the afternoon sun of New 
Mexico and she'd taken off all her clothes. She stood before the mirror, 
preening. Her hands lifted, cupped and stroked those rich, full breasts. He 
saw her nipples stand out, erect. She ran her hands down her torso and down 
her flanks. She turned to look at her body profile, and he saw the full span 
of her ass, smooth, creamy, taut, with the delicate curves under her cheeks 
and the dark, sexy crack. Her thighs were absolutely perfect the way they 
flared out from her buttocks and quickly tapered with infinite curves of 
perfection to her knees. Damned, she did have a figure! 

She turned again and he saw her run her hands down her ripe belly to clutch 
her thighs on either side of the pinkness of her cunt. She gave a womanly 
sigh. 

It was too much. Richie stripped feverishly out of his clothes, down to his 
shorts, his cock hard and eager. . . 

Irene was actually thinking in a dreamy state of all that luscious sex of 
the past two days. She felt just a little sexed-up recalling the hot oral 
sex with Don yesterday afternoon and the even hotter full sex of last night. 
Her guilt had not lessened but she did feel more relaxed today. The sex had 
been good for her. If only it wasn't incest! She knew there could be no more 
contact with Don, but possibly late in the summer, she might just risk-she 
squeezed her cunt, silently laughing at her own lust. No, no, she must touch 
the boys no more. It could ruin their lives, hers and their parents. But 
that one day of carnal contact had really been fabulous. 

There was a rushing sound and she felt herself suddenly seized. She found 
herself in the tight grip of Richie, who was undressed down to his shorts. 

"I WANT IT!" he cried. 

She gave a slight scream as she staggered back from his attack. "RICHIE!" 

"You did it with Don. I've got to have it," the boy screamed. 

He pulled her across the room to the bed and fell on top of her. She felt 
his heavy, nude body, almost as big and powerful as Don's. She felt his 
prick, hard, outside of his shorts, stabbing at her belly. 

"OH, RICHIE, NO. NO, NO. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING. YOU CAN'T DO THIS. 
GET UP! LET ME GO!" 

She fought him in panic, squirming under his body, naked and desperate. 
Richie plead with her. 

"I know you did it with Don ... yesterday afternoon ... and then for sure 
last night. I saw it ... I watched ... I've got to have it-" 

"OH, NO! I WON'T BE RAPED BY MY OWN NEPHEW. I WON'T STAND FOR THIS. 
GET-OFF-ME." 

She got her hands against his chest and shoved him part way up. His 
reddened, mad face glared at her, and then he slapped her across the cheek. 
He overrode her hands to force down on her chest and he bit one of her 
nipples hard. 

"YEEE-OWWWWWW!" she went and she struck at him blindly, in pain, as she gave 
her wild shriek. It was an awesome yell stunning both of them. Richie jerked 
up in confusion. That shriek seemed to restore him to his senses. He got up 
off her nudity. He retreated, staring at her with stricken eyes. Apparently 
his own savagery scared him. 

"Oh, shit!" he said, and fled from her room, crying, "I always lose ... 
lose..." 

The door slammed behind him and she heard his retreating footsteps. She laid 
there frozen, waiting to see if he'd come back. He didn't come back. After 
that wild flurry, the house became silent again. She got up, heart still 
pounding, adrenalin still rushing, and locked her bedroom door, not 
realizing that he'd come through the bath and Don's room. Her cheek hurt 
from his slap. Her nipple hurt from his bite. For a few seconds, young 
Richie had been a powerful and furious beast. He might've raped her if she 
hadn't fought and screamed. 

She stumbled back to the bed and fell down on it, aghast at what he'd told 
her. Somehow he'd caught on to her activity with Don and even managed to spy 
on them. Oh, no! Now she knew for sure that it had all been a mistake and 
she must try to repair the damage. No wonder Richie had jumped her. Why, oh, 
why was life so perverse so that you had to pay a tremendous price for a 
little pleasure? 

In spite of her fright, Richie's attack had stirred her up a little bit. 
Even turned her on. With the danger past, she even felt a little proud. 
Imagine a woman of her age turning on young men so furiously. She relaxed 
and began to feel sexy, as she had before. More sexy than she had before. 
She turned over on her stomach, lying across her arm. using her longest 
finger to jog her cunt gently. They sure wanted her body, they sure wanted 
to shove it to her-in her! 

As she squeezed her buttocks down on her finger and felt the pleasure flow, 
she decided that this would have to be her only sex for the rest of the 
summer. She wanted to get up and go for her vibrator that had been her 
staunch companion for so many months, but she felt too lazy and easy, now 
that she'd converted her fright and shock into lust. Richie was vanquished 
for sure. Once he got that stricken look on his face, he always retreated. 
He wouldn't give her any more trouble. When he felt better she'd take him 
aside and explain how the thing with Don had all been a mistake and that it 
wouldn't be repeated. 

"OH, AHHH," she murmured, responding to her finger. Action on her clit 
really did feel great 

Richie retreated to his room, shocked and humbled. He'd almost committed a 
criminal act! If poor Aunt Irene hadn't screamed he'd've probably gone all 
the way-but she didn't want to. He listened in quivering fear, but the house 
was silent. She didn't follow him and scold him, or send him out of the 
house. 

He took off his shorts and lay on the bed, groaning. Back to his old 
standby-the girlie magazines. But that was better. His cheeks still burned 
to realize that he'd actually slapped his Aunt hard in trying to rape her. 
Damn, she did have a great body, though. 

Presently he felt much better. His cock stayed half-hard and he thought 
about it all in a different way. Suppose he had just stayed with it and 
really forced her. Or maybe talked her into it. Or made some kind of deal. 
His original lust was back upon his in full force. He wanted that woman! 

He rose slowly, his heart beating. The house was still silent. It was maybe 
ten minutes since his wild act. He crept into the hall and listened at her 
door. He thought he heard groans. Maybe she was crying. Maybe he'd really 
shaken her up and she'd have to send him home to the empty house in 
Indianapolis for the rest of the summer. Maybe his slap had ended everything 
she felt for him. 

He went through the bathroom as he had before and stopped at the door, as 
before. She was still naked, only this time she laid on the bed, face down, 
her legs spread. His cock started to rise again. There was her whole lovely 
body laid out in erotic display, the rounded shoulders, the sweet slope of 
her back, her magnificent rear and-those shapely thighs and legs-she was 
doing something, something erotic and exciting to herself. Her loins moved 
rhythmically, her buttocks tensing. He could see a finger, two fingers, 
working in and out of her heavenly pink cunt, and she was really wet. Juices 
of sex gleamed on her opening, and smeared on her soft inner thighs. She 
moaned and gasped, riding on her fingers. 

He was instantly thrilled to his limits. He seized his own cock to 
masturbate at the fantastic sight of the sexy woman doing herself-but only 
for a second. It was too much. He had to have contact. 

He rushed to the bed and climbed on it. . . 

She was temporarily lost to the world as she drove herself up to orgasm. The 
hot desire of her nephew had turned her on, despite her shock. Her face 
remained buried in the pillow and she writhed in joy-Suddenly she felt 
Richie on her back. His whole naked body thumped down on hers and he caught 
her in a powerful grip. "I WANT YOU!" 

His voice strained with hoarseness. It didn't even sound like Richie. His 
body began to plunge on her, his stiff cock punching between her legs to 
find her hot hole. His prick was rock-hard. 

"RICH-" she started to scream. 

His hand covered her mouth. She writhed helplessly under him, pinned by the 
weight of his young body. Unfortunately, he'd gotten between her spread legs 
so that she could not protect her sex organ. He kept plunging his cock to 
find her cunt and she automatically shifted to prevent penetration. They 
struggled for several seconds, hot, naked flesh grinding... 

He felt determined now. All must be risked. He held her tightly and worked 
his cock eagerly to find her cunt. When he found it, it was harder to get in 
than he'd thought. She was plenty wet down there-then he notched her and 
felt a blinding thrill. He bunted fiercely with his iron cock. Her whole 
body locked under him and she gave a massive groan through his hand that 
covered her mouth. 

Violation! He felt her body give, tightness yielding to smoothness, and 
suddenly his erect cock was inside of her, drenched in the interior heat of 
her body. It was fabulous and he gave a cry of triumph. Wow, she was tight, 
though. 

Irene almost fainted at the pain. She felt the liquid-drenched prick stab at 
her and suddenly notch her ass-hole. Then came a fierce, rushing pain as he 
violated her anally and drove his rod several inches up her gut. She moaned 
in high distress. The room began to spin in the white-hot pain of having 
that tender opening so ruthlessly assaulted. Even as she hung rigid in 
horror, he fucked deeper into her body, then still deeper. 

She went weak from the shock and pain, half out of her mind to feel the hot, 
hard member almost completely buried in her tail. Then he got a hand under 
her belly and began to fuck her, shoving feverishly in and out. 

"REEE-RICHIE!" she wailed. She was too overcome to be able to say more. Each 
outward and inward stroke of his hot, eager cock sent new waves of shock and 
pain up her writhing body. She had to rock and grunt at his savage use of 
her ass-hole. The tender flesh and sensitive nerves were completely at his 
mercy... 

Richie was in heaven. He'd heard or read that it felt really great inside of 
a woman's body, hot, slick and tight, but he hadn't expected this. She was 
really tight! Her cunt, as he thought it was, gripped his blade with 
spring-lock tension. At the same time her smooth buttocks worked and worked 
under him, tensing hard and relaxing and feeling great. He felt her whole 
body quiver to his luscious strokes, and reveled in his ability to make love 
to her. At last he'd showed Aunt Irene that he could make hot love, too. 

"I WANT IT," he kept saying as he spiritedly reamed her. 

For long moments Irene held her belly stiff, fearing that she would have to 
let her bladder go from the pain. She felt violated and outraged, too. It 
was extremely humiliating to have a nineteen-year-old boy ram his prick into 
her private entrance and use her tail to get off his joy. Oh, he did drive 
it up deep into her. She felt the rock-hard rod cut into her guts all the 
way up to her stomach. Nothing had ever been so deeply forced into her body. 

"AH, R-R-R-RICHIE, OH, NO," she shuddered, squirming helplessly under him. 

He did not stop. He would never stop. After all the neglect and all his bad 
luck he finally had his cock in her luscious body and she needed it. Hadn't 
she been masturbating herself when he came into the room? Well, this time he 
was going to drop his load tight into her body, deep up her cunt. 

Her sphincter had accommodated to the ungodly stretching by the young prick. 
It did not hurt as much. The fast stroking along the walls of her intestine 
were weird and even a little sexy, stimulating her because of the extreme 
tenderness of the area. It was as if he'd broken some unmentionable taboo 
and laid his total manhood so deep inside of her body that she dared hardly 
move or speak anymore. She could actually hear the whisper of his meat 
servicing her and feel the upward flush of weird, sexy feeling penetrate her 
belly. 

He began to kiss the soft skin at the base of her neck, since her face was 
buried in the pillow, and he got a hand under her stomach and then up until 
he could grasp one of her full breasts. She felt new tingles of sexuality 
when he did that. 

They'd sure made a mistake with Richie. The boy was as crazy for sex as Don, 
and it had been dammmed up, higher and higher until he'd gone mad with 
desire-and this was the result. She had to stop him. 

"R-RICHI E-YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG-HOLE. YOUR-THING'S IN-MY ASS," she cried. 

"GOING TO FUCK YOU. GOING TO DO IT," he growled, insisting. 

He hadn't heard, and he wouldn't hear. In his first fuck-lust he lived only 
for the fabulous friction that thrilled his stormy spear in a way he hadn't 
thought possible. The full-bodied, naked and sweating woman under him was a 
new glory that dazed his senses. She couldn't stop him. She could only take 
his prick until he'd laid his full load of seed deep inside of her. 

It didn't seem so bad now. Her hand had strayed back to her cunt and when 
she felt inside the empty passage and found her clit, hot sex thrills 
returned. Those, plus the raging friction in her gut, made her sex up again. 
His wet kisses on her shoulder and his impertinent palm on her nipples, 
first this one and then that, began to drive her. She had been panting, at 
first in surprise, shock and pain, and now her breathing became excited as 
she slipped into an erotic state. 

"OH, RICHIE, I FEEL IT," she whispered. 

Her words thrilled him. Until now he had feared to feel between her legs and 
touch her where the action was. Now he got curious. He held her around the 
waist with one arm and sent the other down her smooth belly to feel his 
pistoning cock and enjoy the touch sensation of finding the spot where his 
meat rode frantically into hers. He felt her hand instead. Impatiently, 
delighted with the hot sex, and softly gasping as he went, he pulled her 
hand away and reached down further. He felt her wet and hot cunt. It seemed 
empty. 

Startled, he lifted his torso and looked down. He saw the top of her 
buttocks and the beginning of her seam. He saw his cock plunging even as he 
felt it. He saw her ass-hole, cruelly distended, and his sturdy blade 
reaming into the wrong hole! 

He almost came in shock. 

"OH, OH, OH." 

He knew what sodomy was all right. He knew what he did was an unspoken 
taboo. Homo guys did it to guys. There were laws against it. He had forcibly 
violated his aunt's rear hole. Yet her ass tunnel felt so tight, so hot, so 
good. He missed no strokes, but he groaned and fell forward on her body 
again and felt for her cunt. He should take it out, but was afraid to. In 
her excitement she probably hadn't even noticed. Oh, she enjoyed the ride 
all right. Her buttocks worked sexily on his thighs. She murmured in a dazed 
way. It had been long moments since she'd fought him. 

"AH, RICHIE, AH, AH, AH, NOOO," she said, but he sensed that her body was on 
an erotic rise. 

He thought: Leave it to good old Richie to mess things up. It was the joke 
of the century, or something. But he dared not stop. If he did, he'd end up 
not getting it off, like he always did ... He felt into the softness of her 
cunt and began to lose himself in the sweet rising delight of the corn-hole, 
excited to a higher pitch to actually feel inside a woman's organ. He could 
actually feel his stiff prick working in her sheath on the other side of the 
wall between her cunt and her rear tunnel. 

Irene was still shocked to have her butt hole violated, but she was dazed 
into pleasure by the friction and the strange new sensations, the hand on 
her clit and the boy's hot vigor. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure rolled 
up her body. It was heavenly to take a man's prick inside of your body and 
drive him wild and, with the pain gone, it wasn't that much different. She 
actually thrilled to the feeling of the misguided cock reaming deep into her 
interior plumbing, and began to squeeze down on her sphincter and increase 
the resistance to his blade to give herself power to drain him. She rocked 
and sang: 

"OH, YOU'RE DOING ME. DEEEEEEP INSIDE. I FEEL IT. AH, YOU'VE SPLIT ME IN 
TWO." 

He lifted, gripped the front of her thighs, and fucked faster, going 
erratic. 

"GOT TO-GOOO-SOON," he stammered. Her fingers went back to her cunt. She 
kept squeezing down on her sphincter, crazing him to orgasm. She was high 
and hot and out of her head with lust. 

"OH, RICHIE, GOO-" 

"FU-FUCKING YOUR ASS!" he cried, getting wilder. 

She had not believed a prick could move so fast or feel so sexy. 

'TAKE ME. DO IT, BURN MY HOLE!" she cried, as excited as he. 

He began to grunt, his eyes becoming big. It was his first burst inside of 
the body of a woman and each second brought new sensations. That magnificent 
paralysis was different than anything he'd felt before. Primitive instincts 
made him pull the receiving loins of the woman tight to his and hold her 
locked as he sweated into his glaze of torrid pleasure. 

"AHHH-NOW!" he cried. 

He burst-with the sweetest, hottest explosion of cock force he'd ever felt. 
He laid a burning ejaculation deep up her guts. She felt it as searing hot 
juice squeezed off in her ass making her jump. 

"AHHH, RICHIE, OHHHHHH," she went. 

She took his spurts. That felt the weirdest of all, those jerking flashes 
that gave him so much joy misdirected up her anal tunnel. At the same time, 
she went into ecstasy to feel his young lustfulness use her. Rich thrills 
shot up her legs to her ass and cunt and on up her backbone. She whimpered. 
She tensed her buttocks which felt good to him, as he felt his power to 
wound and to master. 

"AHHHHHH, OOOHHH!" she went. 

Her cunt throbs began and her sphincter also quaked around the base of his 
cock. They clung, the boy spurting off his great, relieving jolts deep in 
her body. They relaxed and then both locked tight again as Richie injected 
more hot semen and she throbbed and groaned and spent right back in 
empathetic joy. It felt like he made her take a quart of body-hot sperm into 
her guts. She cooed and throbbed and went dizzy with the power of her 
orgasm. Maybe it was the humiliation of being sodomized, or maybe she'd been 
so hot that it didn't matter how the boy took her. She laid under him in a 
sweet daze, not thinking about anything as she tapered and he tapered, and 
they sank into lassitude and satisfaction with the final action of the 
orgasms. 

Richie recovered first. With his lust burnt off, embarrassment came. How 
could he ever face his aunt after the unnatural sex he'd forced on her? He 
pulled out of her body, got off the bed, and fled. He grabbed his clothes, 
washed his cock, dressed, and went into the kitchen. The lunch stuff was 
still out, but he wasn't hungry. Wow, the ranch routine was certainly turned 
on its ear. He felt a stranger to himself. He'd had sex with a woman at 
last-it had been great-except that it had been terrible when he realized 
what he'd really done. Oh, oh, oh. 

The roar of engines distracted him. Before his astonished eyes a car and 
three motorcycles rode up into the ranch house area. He recognized Carl 
Trost when he got out of the car. He didn't know who the three bikers were. 
Instinctively he plunged out of doors. He didn't want Trost and some other 
creeps coming into the house with Aunt Irene all dazed and sexed out in her 
bedroom. ' 

'That's him. Grab him!" shouted Carl, and before he could open his mouth two 
of the bikers grabbed him. At that moment his mind made the connection. 
These had to be the guys that girl. Sue, had talked about. But how did they 
connect with Carl? 

He had no time to think about it. The wiry guy and the fat guy grabbed him. 
The other one, with Carl, big, wearing glasses, said: 

"Kid, you've got something of ours. A tight little roll of canvas that was 
on that bike right there when you grabbed that girl." 

He flashed on it right away. He remembered taking the girl's bike out of the 
van and taking out the roll, too, and tossing it into a corner. 

"Oh, yeah. The roll." 

They looked big and mean and he was scared. But he wasn't going to knuckle 
under to them if he could help it. 

"Yeah," he went on. "I saw it yesterday. It's in the barn." 

At a gesture from the guy they called the 

"Professor" the other two walked him to the barn. He thought furiously ... 
the roll-it was probably money. If he could get it away from them they 
couldn't hurt him or Aunt Irene. He sure wished Don were here now, but it 
was all up to him. 

He played dumb and scared when they got in the barn. 

"Uh-it's back there in that horse stall," he said, pointing to the empty 
stall. The horses were out in the corral, of course. 

"Well, go get it, kid," said the pudgy one. 

He pretended to look in the stall. He'd already seen it over at the edge of 
the feed stack, the hay. He fussed around in the stall until the wiry guy 
cursed and came in to help him look. 

, 'Oh, there it is," he said, pointing to the dark corner. The pile was 
actually horse turds, but it was really dark in the barn. The wiry guy 
darted forward and the fat guy came forward, too, to get the package. Richie 
split. 

They were out of the barn and after him in a flash, but the bikers couldn't 
run as fast as a state class high school sprinter. Big Red was out there 
with a rope around his neck and that was all Richie needed. He had their 
precious roll, reached the horse, and vaulted on its back. He'd never ridden 
bareback yet, but now he was going to find out how. He dug his heels into 
Big Red's flanks and off they flew. Richie took off for the open fields. As 
long as he had their roll, he had the upper hand. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Carol Trost and the Professor watched the chase from the ranch house 
kitchen. Jumper and Hawk had run for their bikes and taken off after the kid 
riding the horse, the bikes and the horse heading for the open range. 

"Dumb kid," said Trost. 

"He'll smarten up when the boys catch him." 

"No way. Professor. Five guys on bikes can't catch a man on a horse, not in 
open country." 

"My boys live on bikes. They can climb trees. They can go up mountains, they 
can jump over rocks. They'll get him." 

"A dollar says 'no way', " insisted Trost. 

"You're on." 

"Well," sighed Carl. "Let's go see the lady and get the interview over 
with." 

Irene had heard the commotion, but in her dazed state only had time to grab 
a robe and put it on before her unwelcome visitors appeared. The sex had 
depleted her but left her with a glow. She felt melancholy about the second 
incest, and her rear end ached, but she also felt a sneaking respect for 
Richie. At least he'd exploded in the direction of what he wanted instead of 
hanging himself, blowing out his brains, or turning his frustrated desires 
inward. But she saw there'd be no time for introspection. 

"Got to talk about a deal, Irene," said Carl. 

She sat in the bed against the headboard, her feet drawn primly up under 
her. She didn't much like these two big males invading her bedroom, but it 
was as good a place as any to face Tricky Carl. 

"So talk," she said. 

Carl went through his usual hemming and hawing. She studied the other man. 
He was about thirty, well set up, and wore glasses. He had a round face that 
wasn't unpleasant. His clothes, however, frightened her. He looked exactly 
like a Hell's Angel, like some of the low riders one occasionally saw, even 
around Albuerque. Carl called him the "Professor", probably because he spoke 
precisely, as if educated, instead of a biker slurring his words. 

Carl explained that he did have a second business that he'd never told Irene 
about. He wasn't prepared to say what it was. Right now there was a crisis 
along those lines. The Professor and his people had come to the Post Ranch 
to transact-but a round-heeled girl of the road plus Irene's own two nephews 
had gotten slightly in the way. They had stolen a necessary package. 

"Which we can get back on our own," said the Professor with a glance at 
Trost. 

"Maybe. Anyway, Irene, we want that package, and we want you and the boys to 
take a camping trip on the range. Go out and see how Ramos is doing with the 
herds, fifty miles away on grazing lands for a few days." 

He went on to say that this was his last transaction, and he'd bother Irene 
no more. He'd pay a small fee for this, plus her not saying anything to 
anyone like Deputy Maddox. 

"I'm really not interested in your side businesses, Carl," she told him. 
"Since you don't work for me anymore, I'm not interested in anything you 
do." 

Carl glared at her, but the Professor laughed. 

"I thought you told me this little lady was your sex partner." 

"I've been in this bedroom a thousand nights," bragged Carl. 

Irene blushed and bit her lip. Unfortunately she couldn't deny that. 

The Professor reached over and patted her knee. 

"I see your problem, Irene. Romance has gone out of the window. A woman 
loses interest when she's taken for granted. That was Carl's mistake." 

It wasn't, but she was grateful for his ego-saving. He might look like a 
biker but he didn't seem a bad sort. More subtle than Carl. What's more, he 
had an eye for her. She'd seen that as soon as they began to talk. 

"We gotta settle this fast," glowered Carl. 

"Well, old buddy, why don't you go in the other room and fix us all a drink 
while I talk privately with this good lady, Carl," said the Professor. "I 
think I have some information she'd like." 

Carl grumbled but left the bedroom. The Professor got up and sat on the bed 
facing her. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" 

"If you have to," she said nervously. 

The situation looked dark. During the morning Richie had told her the full 
story that the girl had told him-about the three bikers. They were the sort 
that would get involved with Carl as she now knew him. 

The Professor reached up lazily and casually, put his hand behind her neck, 
and pulled her head forward to his lips. 

"I've got your nephew, Don, baby, all tied up and hidden away, along with 
the girl in a cave near here," he whispered in her ear. 

"What!" 

That wasn't the only shock. As she jerked upright at this news he ran his 
hand inside her robe to cup her breast. It was naked, of course. She hadn't 
had time to dress. 

"No!" she gasped as her hands flew up to protect herself. 

He kissed her on the mouth. One minute she sat there facing him. The next he 
had a hand on her tit and his mouth on hers while the shocking news about 
Don spun around in her head. 

"What's-going on?" she gasped, pulling back. 

"Oh, it was instantaneous with me," he said. "I liked you. You like me, 
too." 

'That's a lie. How dare you!" 

She tried to strike him, but instead of pulling back out of range he came in 
close, hugged her, and crushed his mouth back on hers. Not crudely or 
awkwardly. Just firm and dominating, as he sucked on the soft petals of her 
lips. 

She jerked loose with a gasp. "I'll call the Sheriff. You can't get away 
with this-coming in here-manhandling me." She tried to get off the bed. 

He pulled her down. He held both her hands in one of his strong ones. His 
free hand dove back inside her robe to press her nipple, already erected by 
his first surprise touch. 

"Oh, no. Let me go, damn you." 

"Don-girl-cave," he smiled. 

She stared at him, miserable. The outrage of his attentions battled with her 
fear about Don. 

"You're just saying that," she cried. 

"Shall I describe how he's dressed?" He did so. 

"What do you want from me, you s-s-snake?" she asked. 

"Why, nothing, Irene. Pleasant conversation. I've already told you that we 
like each other." 

'Take your hand out of my gown. I hate you." 

"Sticks and stones, my dear lady. Plus Don in a cave." 

He removed his hand from her breast. She tried to get up to escape him. His 
hand plunged inside the folds of her gown and she sat down abruptly. She sat 
on his hand, which clasped her naked cunt. She stared at him in horror. The 
pleasant, smiling man had been a stranger to her ten minutes before, and now 
he'd fondled both her breasts and her cunt. For a second she was unable to 
move. 

His face changed. He looked surprised. 

"Oh-oh. We are a little damp and we are a little swollen, I feel," he said. 
His face began to glow. 

"Irene, Irene-is it possible that you have-I hesitate to use the word-fucked 
that sexy young man we just saw CQme out of the house." 

"I-I-I-" 

His bold, direct manner and total breach of social manners, plus the news 
about Don, confused her completely. 

"Either you've diddled the youngster, or been at yourself, showing an even 
deeper need for willing males," he said. "Both are dark secrets. Why, Irene, 
think what nasty things Carl Trost will say about you in these parts if he 
finds out. Me-I'm a stranger and soon to leave. My lips are sealed. But, 
Irene-screwing your own nephews ... The other one, too? I suppose so," he 
sighed. "I can see why you gave up Carl. We all like the young stuff." 

She tried to ease off his hand. It was not possible. He had worked a finger 
between her cunt lips and up inside of her. Because her sex equipment was 
still slightly swollen and damp from Richie's rape, there was no hiding it. 

"I'm not going to stand for this," she told him in a weak, protesting voice. 
She caught his arm and groaned. His finger did penetrate her deeply and she 
was still a little hot from that wild action with Richie. He worked his 
finger in her and she held onto his arm and let him, her mind working madly 
as she felt the erotic shivers of his assault. 

Any way she looked at it, her situation was bad. She believed that this man 
and the other tough bikers had kidnapped Don. Therefore she'd have to 
placate them to save Don. On top of that the 

Professor had discovered her secret incest. Carl could really ruin her 
reputation around this part of the country. It was lonely enough since her 
divorce. The boys would return East in September. If she were ostracized, 
cut off from friends, looked down upon and scorned-in the city you could get 
away with certain lusts, lost in the crowd. Not out here. People learned 
everything about you-especially the bad things. 

She knew now that the Professor wanted sexual favors from her as well as the 
other cooperation Carl wanted. It might be wise to go along with him at 
least a little way. 

"Please-take your hand away-while we discuss this," she begged him. 

He saw her cooperative mood and removed his finger. She sighed in relief. He 
smiled into her eyes and licked his finger that had been inside of her. She 
caught her breath at that. He really turned on to her. 

"Where is my nephew, Richie?" she asked. 

'The tall kid with the cowlick?" asked the Professor. "He ran out of the 
house, looking pretty happy, grabbed one of the horses and took off across 
the landscape." 

She sighed in relief. At least Richie was safe in all of this, and she could 
deal with Carl and this man without being embarrassed by his presence. The 
man was wrong about Richie's happy expression, though. She knew Richie well 
enough to understand his moods-the boy would have run out of the house 
feeling terrible-wanting to escape after the shame of his perverted, though 
unintentional use of her body. He'd ride for hours, working it out in his 
mind before he came back, she thought. She meant to be rid of Carl and his 
friend long before that. . . 

"What do you want of me?" she asked. 

He pulled her into his arms, hugged her and kissed her, driving a questing 
tongue inside of her mouth. At the same time his hand slid into her robe to 
capture that nude globe that he'd already sensitized. She thrilled against 
him. He was a kind of turn-on, much younger than she, and it was hard to 
resist some men's lusts. It was especially hard for her, coming out of that 
hot sex with Richie. Her butt might ache, but that action had sexed her up 
and she hadn't recovered. She ate his tongue, traded saliva, and shivered 
deliciously at his squeezing of her breast. 

"You're not going to believe this-" he gasped, at last breaking the hot 
kiss. "Carl is still nuts about you. It's even affecting his judgment, which 
is bad for the business that brought me here ... What's worse for me, I turn 
on twice as hard for a woman that another man has fucked and had as a 
lover." 

"What?" She was startled. 

"Oh, I'd go for you anyway, Irene. You're hard-on stuff to me. But to have 
sex with you while Carl turns on to you makes it even hotter." 

He stood up and calmly began to undress. 

"We're-going to have sex?" she quavered. 

"It'd be hard to think of a better time," he smiled. 

"But-Carl-Carl-" she sputtered. 

His cock was out. It was hard, thick and congested looking. It was not as 
long as Don's or even Richie's, but it looked potent and wicked. 

"I think I've convinced you that romance is a good idea for you just now, 
Irene." He came to the bed and pulled her down. He peeled her robe open and 
stared down at her naked charms. His eyes got big. "Wow!" he said. 

"We-we can't-with Carl just out there-and-and-" she stammered. 

'Think of his Surprise when he comes back with the drinks," he said. 

He mounted her and canted her loins up, aiming for her red, wet and swollen 
cunt. She squirmed, protesting. It turned out that verbal protests had 
little effect on this man of action. His lusty spear found her slit and 
invaded her as he gave an animal grunt of pleasure and she uttered a cry of 
wounded surprise. A hot sex rush suffused her belly. He oozed his prick up 
into her, its thickness making up for its shorter length. 

"AHHH, EH!" she gasped. 

"LUSH-USSS," he moaned. 

Carl came back into the bedroom with the drinks. He was talking as he 
entered the room. 

"You see, Irene, I got to complete this one transaction with the Professor. 
After that, okay, I'll leave you alone. Get out of your life. I may even go 
up to Colorado. I got maybe a deal near Trinidad, and-WHAT IN HELL!" 

There was a loud crash as the drinks fell to the floor. 

"I told you the lady would appreciate romance," said the Professor. "Now 
look what you did. You spilled all the drinks." 

"What the hell-Oh, no, buddy, no, no." 

She stared up at Carl over the Professor's big shoulder. "He-I-we-it was 
blackmail, more or less," she finished weakly. 

"GET THE HELL OFF MY GIRL!" roared Carl. 

The Professor calmly eased his prick out of her body while she gasped at the 
slick action. His rod stood up, fussed and gleaming with her juices. 

"Sorry," said the Professor. "I thought as your guest I should go first. 
I'll wait if you wish." 

Carl's face was a study to see. There was shock, surprise-and then lust. He 
had not thought he'd gain access to Irene's sexy cunt again. 

"Well, now-" he grinned. "If it's going to be a party." 

"Nooo," wailed Irene as Carl, ignoring the spilled drinks, began to undress. 

"Now, now, Irene," the Professor soothed her. "How many times in this hard, 
sad life are you going to get two lusty lovers at once?" 

"I can't believe this!" she gasped. She tried to get off the bed to flee. 
The Professor caught her and pulled her down. Carl was beside himself, 
clothes off, face flushed, muttering in his excitement. 

"How-we do this?" he asked, getting on the bed. 

"You ride saddle while I float the river," said the Professor. 

She started to squirm, but the strength of the two men was too much for her. 
It was not exactly rape, but it scared her to see the second hard cock 
coming at her. She'd had sex with Carl many times, but this was a totally 
new situation with a stranger here. 

"I think-you're raping me," she said, her eyes big as the Professor held her 
and Carl, muttering and hot, slid between her legs. His cock was neither big 
nor thick, but he really knew how to use it. It was pure myth that a man 
needed a big dong. The hot sex feelings were all around the clit and the 
first few inches of a succulent cunt tunnel. The only advantage to a big one 
was the mental effect before it plunged into your body, making you think 
you'd get more than you got. 

'Technically, there are elements of rape," laughed the Professor, as he held 
her arms and kissed her smooth shoulders. "Actually, both parties gain in 
this. We could even end up loving and respecting one another more." 

What a whacko, she thought, and then Carl's resolute prick violated her. 

"AHHHHHH, CARL," she protested. 

"HOME AGAIN!" gasped her delighted ex-foreman. 

He had good pressure on her clit and the kinkiness of the sex, being with 
two men at once thrilled her, though she hated to admit it. She fucked back 
against his cock, groaning. 

She barely had time to get used to the thrill-rush of this new penetration 
than the Professor captured her attention by turning her head up. She saw 
his thick member inches from her mouth. 

"Happiness is a warm dick in your mouth," he told her. 

"N-NOOO," she gasped, distracted by the sweet friction down below and Carl's 
hot cries. 

"Just try it a little, Irene." 

She started to say "No" again, but he took advantage of her open mouth to 
shove his rod inside of it. She felt a crazed rush of delight at taking two 
cocks into her body at the same time. 

"OH, BABY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE TO FUCK YOU SO MUCH," called Carl. 

"FABULOUS MOUTH-FOR SUCKING," cried the Professor. "AHHH-UMMM." 

"MERGLSWMMM," she managed, opening up hotly to sex now. 

It was silent in the room except for the sounds of sex. There were the 
slurping sounds of Irene sucking the Professor's cock, and the silken 
whisper of Carl's steady prong driving into her spasming cunt. Irene began 
to sink back into the world of hot passion that Richie had taken her into. 

Carl was in seventh heaven-there was something especially rich and sexy 
about Irene's tight little cunt leading into that voluptuous body that 
excited him like mad. The thrills along his shaft were tremendous. The 
Professor was into his own hot joy, staring down on the beautiful woman who 
twisted in the pleasure of being fucked while her cheeks and mouth were 
distended to eat Prick. It was a lascivious sight all around. 

"You're selfish," said Professor. 

"What?" said Carl. 

"If you were in my hometown in California and I shared my old lady with you, 
you'd get to fuck," he said. 

Carl slowed his action, staring up in surprise. "You expect me-turn my girl 
over-to you?" he squeaked. 

Irene, lost in the hot action of the two pricks, barely heard the exchange. 

"You forget," said the Professor with acid in his voice. "It was I who made 
all of this puh-ahhh-possible. Oh!" 

Carl slowed his pace. "Why, you stupid bastard." 

"No, Carl. You're the stupid one. I can see how you lost this fine woman as 
a lover. Why your business transactions-ahhh, meee-don't go well. Totally 
selfish." 

"I'm not selfish," cried Carl. 

"I should be on the bottom with you on the top. There's always the next time 
for you." 

"You want to trade?" 

'That's the idea." 

"Man, I couldn't." 

'Then you'll never got the ultimate thrill. Laying your cock up a woman 
whose cunt is oozing with another guy's spend. It feels terrific. You 
wouldn't believe it." 

They were only words faintly heard by Irene, who arched her body in 
cream-like pleasure and fucked and sucked hotly. Her whole body was in total 
rapture. All of a sudden the action ceased. One penis was gone from her 
mouth and the other slid out of her box. She lay there in surprise, gasping. 

"I must be crazy to do this," said Carl. 

"It's a sensation you won't ever forget," said the Professor. He crawled 
between Irene's legs. She opened her eyes in astonishment. 

"What's going on?" she asked. 

'Trading a little," said Carl. 

He eased his cock into her surprised mouth. She could taste herself on his 
smallish cock and her eyes widened in surprise, even as she felt the 
Professor pry open her cunt lips and work his thicker blade into her guts. 
It blew her mind and she began to strain up as sweet, joy-fainting rushes 
shook her belly. 

"OH, OH, SHE'S GOING TO GO." said the Professor as she whined and began to 
twist her loins. 

He forced his prick tight and deep in her, thrilling her even more because 
of his thickness. Her crotch swam in her juices and he traced a finger down 
to her ass-hole a couple of inches from her erotic center. After the reaming 
by Richie her sphincter was still a little loose. His finger went up her 
ass-hole, giving her another nervous shot of pleasure. Her mouth closed 
tightly on Carl's prick as she felt the deep invasion of the Professor's 
blade, and now her third hole got filled with a probing, sliding finger. Her 
whole body seemed to strain and quiver in ecstasy as pleasure darts ran 
everywhere. 

"CAN'T S-S-STAND-THISSSSSS!" she moaned. 

Throb, throb, throb. It was the sweetest sex death she'd ever felt after 
being taken by the two cocks at once. She grunted and keened and was swept 
away by the ecstasy of her quakes, holding on to the Professor for dear life 
and surrending all her sexuality. 

"MY AAA-MY ASS," she cried. 

She wanted to tell him it still hurt, but of course he didn't know that her 
nephew had corn-holed her shortly before. That pain, which amounted only to 
irritating twinges, seemed to add to her pleasure as she rocked and 
stiffened her legs and strained and gave up her total being to orgasm. 

"AHHH. AH, UH, AH," she went. 

The two men watched in awe. The Professor had to close his eyes at his own 
good feeling of her cunt locking down on his buried prick. Those spasms were 
sexy on his shaft. 

"She don't cum like this too often," said Carl. 

"I told you-the change off blew her mind." 

She was as supple as wet spaghetti now as she tapered. The Professor 
clutched her taken body and resumed his prick drive into her unresisting 
belly. Carl held her head and made her resume the suck. She bobbed her head 
obediently, an automatic reaction, and his pleasure began to flow again. 

"Man, we really tossed her," cried Carl. 

"One of the hottest dolls I ever touched," grunted the Professor, going for 
broke. "An older woman, good-looking as this-she lets herself go-you've got 
the best." 

She floated in a sea of pleasure, aware of her two lovers, yet no longer 
tense with the sex ache. She wanted to please both of them, and so she 
bucked up and down on the Professor's hotly pistoning shaft to give him fast 
friction and she applied suction pressure on Carl's cock to give him the 
same. She actually liked to suck off Carl anyway. It was something about the 
taste of his semen. 

Carl simply couldn't last after seeing the hot orgasm Irene had gone 
through. He was also enormously turned on by the sight of another man 
fucking into the cunt of a woman he'd loved and been with. On top of that, 
the idea of laying his own jissum on top of the Professor's made him even 
hotter. Just like an orgy. It would be like losing his mate and winning her 
back again. 

"AHHH, MAN, SHE'S G-GOT ME," he whined happily. 

"Go," said the Professor. His back teeth floated; he was high and hot and 
wanted to make her, just as Carl did. He fucked faster. Her tight, wet cunt 
seemed to clutch him more strongly and he felt ecstatic thrills begin to 
unlock the doors of his sex dam. 

"GOOOOOONE!" cried Carl. 

He shook all over, his knees went weak, and he slid over into happy land, 
losing all power of voluntary motion. After a dizzying and breathless moment 
of paralysis, his rush came. He grunted off heavenly spurts of jissum into 
Irene's mouth. Expertly she drank and swallowed his seed with great gulps, 
her soft throat muscles moving. 

To the Professor it just felt like his whole body grew in size and power and 
he felt the most marvelous friendship for the whole human race. He locked 
slowly and began sighs of tension. 

"AH-LAYING IT-INNN," he went. 

Two pleasure-crazed cocks spurted into her body, Carl ejaculating down her 
throat and the Professor exploding up her cunt. From her free-floating 
position, Irene felt like Mother Earth, draining off the masculine joy of 
two men at once. She felt proud and tender and open and loved, despite who 
her companions were. She felt the richness of her sex power and theirs as 
they seeded her body with their convulsive spurts of joy. 

"OH, SO GOOD." 

"HOT, HOT-SEXXXXXXY." 

They held their peaks, gunning and gunning, then tapered to finishing throbs 
and were quiet. Irene could not believe that she was the same woman she'd 
been three days ago when all this sex had started. Her body ached pleasantly 
and felt used-but oh, so fine and elegant . ... 

At last Carl rose and walked slack-knead into the living room to prepare the 
round of drinks in celebration. He looked forward to the next sex when 
they'd all recovered. Instead he took one look at the courtyard and ran back 
into the bedroom. 

"We'd better dress," he said. 'The Sheriff and some of his men are just 
coming in. Plus that young kid, Don, and that blonde girl and the van." 

"Oh, shit," said the Professor, diving for his clothes. 

But it was too late. Ten minutes later Carl and the Professor were in 
custody and under arrest, and Irene was making a statement to Deputy Maddox. 

Nor was that the extent of the bad news for Carl and the bikers. A few 
minutes later Richie rode triumphantly into the ranch center still holding 
the roll. He slipped off Big Red and walked tenderly toward the group 
grinning. 

"What is it?" Irene asked. 

Richie walked like a cowboy, stiff-legged and with a straight back. 
"Bareback riding is a real pain in the ass, for one thing," he said. "Next 
time I'll grab a saddle." 

He told them there were two exhausted bikers walking on foot a way up the 
pike. There were also two slightly wrecked bikes. 

"Big Red wouldn't let them get near," he grinned. "He spun on them and 
jumped over them when they got too close. They just couldn't move those 
machines fast enough." He handed the canvas roll with money to Aunt Irene 
and accepted congratulations all around. For once he'd done everything right 
and ended up a winner. The Sheriff's men quickly rounded up a disgusted 

Jumper and Hawk and prepared to run the four off to jail. A resigned 
Professor handed Carl a dollar. 

Deputy Maddox did a strange thing before he left. He handed the money roll 
to Irene. 

"You keep this," he said. "Hold onto it until we know more about what these 
jokers are up to." 

"Hey, that's our money," the Professor protested. 

"Well, now, son," drawled Maddox. 'That's what you say, but you're low 
riders and we don't trust bikers much in this country. You say it's yours. 
But you've got about six felony charges hanging around your necks. Maybe you 
stole it up the pike somewhere. So we won't worry much about that just now." 

Then he hustled off his prisoners, along with their bikes, driven away in 
his County pickup trucks. 

Irene hugged Don and thanked him for bringing help. 

"We should've been here sooner," said Don with a guilty look at Sue. "We 
didn't know you were in trouble back here, so we stopped for hamburgers and 
took a slow ride into town." 

Irene wondered, looking at the glowing young couple, whether they had done 
more than ride around and look at the scenery. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

That night was one of celebration at the Post Ranch as everybody told and 
retold their adventures of the day. Sue Kendall had agreed to stay with them 
a few days so she and Irene prepared a luscious steak dinner, and there was 
wine, beer, laughter and good fellowship all around. 

Irene noticed that there were certain hesitations in each of the stories, 
and she suspected that there were important omissions-in Don and Sue's story 
about being tied up in the cave and in Richie's tale of what he did before 
the action with Big Red started. She also found it comfortable to leave out 
certain portions of her own doings of the day. Poor Richie seemed to avoid 
her glance. She was no longer mad at him for what he'd done to her-too much 
else had happened, and she felt guilty herself for having let Carl and his 
friend force her into sex-but again it might not have happened if she hadn't 
been all shook up and sexed up from Richie's attack on her. Still, she 
couldn't blame the boy for that. 

Everything considered, the wisest course was to take each story at its face 
value and not ask too many questions, she decided. 

"But I'd sure like to know what Carl and those tough guys were up to," said 
Don. 

'That's the Sheriff's job," said Irene. "For my part I don't want to ever 
see them again-including Carl Trost." 

It had been a full day and everyone tired after the retelling of the 
adventures had gone on for a while. 

"I'm supposed to be running a cattle ranch," laughed Irene. "I haven't even 
been out on the range to see how the herds are doing. Then there's the cows 
to milk here at the house, the horses to tend, the chickens to feed, and, 
tomorrow, we'll have to get at the garden that needs weeding and watering. 
I'm glad all this Wild West stuff is over, or the Post Ranch will turn into 
a rural wreck. Get your sleep, boys. Tomorrow's another day." 

Don and Richie were glad to pack it in. Doing the chores that night had been 
a strain. They each departed to their rooms. Irene showed Sue the big 
bedroom. 

"You'd best sleep in here with me," she said diplomatically. 'There's plenty 
of room and I can lend you the stuff you need." 

"Good idea," grinned Sue. 

That one, thought Irene, may only be twenty, but she's no dumb blonde in 
spite of her looks. She knows if she bedded down anywhere in the house but 
with me, there'd be little chance of sleep ... Irene meant to set up a 
rollaway cot for the girl at the foot of her bed, so Sue would enjoy real 
comfort, but she had some bookkeeping to do, so she didn't get around to it 
until an hour after the house had gone quiet. When she went into the 
bedroom. Sue had done the obvious-slipped into the big bed and gone sound 
asleep. 

Looking at that pretty young face, so innocent in response, Irene felt a tug 
at her heart. The poor kid was really in bad shape. The bikers had taken her 
road pack and left it God knows where. Her clothes were gone-she wore some 
of Irene's cast-off stuff. Poor Sue had no more than she came into the world 
with, no money, no nothing-just her naked self. Irene patted the sleeping 
girl's cheek and decided that she'd have to give the girl some work around 
the ranch for a while so she could buy some clothes and get enough money to 
continue her trip to Dallas. That would be hard-ranch finances were low-and 
that reminded Irene to count the money that the Sheriff left with her, the 
funds that belonged to the bikers. Strange that he would do that. She'd have 
to ask him about that tomorrow... 

Sixty thousand dollars in good-sized bills. That's what it came to. Sixty 
thousand! That kind of money meant criminal activity-Irene was sure of that. 
She put the money into the ranch safe, wishing she owned it. The price of 
beef was up but the best profits went to the feeders and packing houses. 
Cattle did not go right from the farm to the packing houses. Specialists 
bought her meat for fattening pens, and sometimes the cattle went through 
two or three hands before arriving at Kansas City or points East. Each 
middleman added more weight to the cattle and more cost per hundredweight, 
which kited prices in the supermarkets. But that was the system. 

Her husband, before her divorce, had not run the ranch well and she needed 
about thirty thousand to put the ranch on a profitable basis. Sixty 
thousand? That would be heaven-she could really run an operation then. She 
sighed as she headed for the bedroom. Solvency was always two or three steps 
away, like everywhere else in life these days... 

She felt pretty good as she dawdled in her bedroom before retiring. She put 
on an ice blue nylon nightie that made her feel sexy. It was a celebration 
of sorts. It was the end of a brief burst of love making. She certainly 
planned no more incest with her nephews. She didn't know how she'd feel with 
the pretty young blonde around-Sue would probably seduce Don if she hadn't 
already, and maybe Richie, too. How would she feel about that? Good and bad. 
Sue would certainly take the pressure off her as a sex object. At the same 
time how would she feel about facing the boys' parents knowing she'd 
permitted them heavy sex with the young girl? She sighed. She'd just have to 
wait until a situation developed. 

She pulled back the covers to get in bed-and paused in shock. Young Sue was 
naked. She'd laid out a set of pajamas, but the girl hadn't seen them. She 
found herself staring at the young, golden body with developing interest. 
Gorgeous breasts, almost as big as her own. A sexy little navel and tummy 
and a shapely little V with a patch of yellow pubic hair over a girlish 
little cunt. Nicely curved thighs and legs, the calves a little thin, as 
they often were in young girls. A really luscious little doll. 

Irene grinned as she got in bed. Her time as a cattle woman had made her a 
judge of flesh, much more bold and forward in studying meat, animal and 
human, than she used to be. Well, there'd be no harm in sleeping with the 
kid. The bed was wide, she was tired, and Sue hadn't stirred. Women could 
sleep with women without the embarrassment that grown men felt in sleeping 
together. In fact, they just didn't. . . 

Her first sleep was deep and dreamless. Then she became restless and began 
to get erotic sensations. It seemed like she had hugged Don and reveled in 
the feel of his firm young body, and then it grew tits and changed into the 
golden body of Sue. Her mind rejected this and turned it into Don again, but 
the picture slipped and it was Sue, soft and yielding... 

Irene awoke with a start. She knew it was late and the house was deathly 
quiet. Her body felt warm, sexed up, glowing. No wonder-the naked Sue 
Kendall was in her arms. She felt the girl's soft breath on her cheek. Her 
hand traveled ceaselessly over the satin of Sue's nude rump. She stroked the 
young girl. Their bodies pressed together, and she felt the exciting 
softness of Sue's warm breasts pressed tight to her own. Oh, my goodness! 

Irene had never touched another woman in sex. 

She was astonished at the sexuality she now felt, pressing on the girl's 
yielding flesh. Her cunt felt creamy, just like with the embrace of a man. 
She wanted to let go. She knew she had to disengage from this hug while the 
poor girl was still asleep and move back to her own side of the bed. Yet 
curiosity held her. There was so much good feeling in her hands. She felt 
into Sue's crack, her fingers lightly passing over the girl's ass pucker and 
on down to touch lightly the small cunt. It felt a little damp to her. 

Oh, no. She must not do this. With a groan, Irene raised herself and turned 
on the night light on the stand by the bed. She thought the reality of the 
light would dissipate all those sneaky, curious thoughts she had in the 
darkness. Instead she found herself staring at Sue's pretty face, inches 
from hers, long lashes against silken cheeks, soft lips demurely closed, 
golden hair gleaming. The young woman's beauty was a heart-stopper. 

She wanted badly to kiss those curved, soft lips. She must not, of course. 
She groaned and brought her mouth to Sue's and pressed her lips on those of 
the girl. Instead of drawing back in shock, the girl snuggled closer and 
kissed back, her milk-sweet breath seductive. 

She drew back, heart pounding. Her cunt was much too excited. It had begun 
to run and swell. Oh, now, Irene, for God's sake, she thought. 

Sleepy blue eyes opened and stared at her dreamily. Sue said in a 
sleep-drugged voice: 

"I've been dreaming sex dreams-so nice. Oh, Irene, you're so lovely." 

"I-I-I've been dreaming, too." 

The girl still lay, soft and close in her arms, and her mouth seemed to open 
a little in invitation. Irene kissed Sue again, and this time it was 
different. The flower-petal lips curled back under hers and she eased her 
tongue into the young girl's mouth tentatively. Sue caught her tongue gently 
between her teeth and encouraged it further. Irene gave a gasp of rising 
sexuality and tongued in boldly. Sue passively twined her tongue with 
Irene's and their bodies hugged tightly in a lesbian French kiss. Irene felt 
it to the bottom of her feet. It was absolutely fantastic. She was as hot as 
if she'd kissed a man. Still her censor told her to pull back. 

She broke this kiss and both women lay gasping. To cover her confusion Irene 
said: "Sue, did you ever-touch another girl?" 

She watched the sexy young mouth as Sue responded, noting the curl of the 
lips, the flash of pink tongue and wet teeth, and the gleam of girl juice. 

"Yeah, I did once. Oh, not the whole thing. But I had a girl friend in gym 
class in high school. We used to take showers together. We would fool a 
little, you know. like touching breasts and feeling down below a little. It 
was really wild, feeling into another girl's, you know, cunt." 

Sue reached up and palmed Irene's breast. 

"Wow, you sure have sexy ones. Can I-" 

Irene lay there, thrilled out of her skull and excited, but also afraid. She 
was so sure she didn't have a lesbian bone in her body, but the beauty of 
this young girl was so powerful-and it felt so good as her nipples rose to 
Sue's touch. Irene didn't try to stop the kid but just lay there breathing 
deeply and getting a little dizzy. Those soft, admiring hands turned her on 
some more. 

"We'd do this a little," said Sue. She bent her head and sucked one of 
Irene's nipples. The glow of sexuality shot through Irene's body. 

"Oh, Sue," she whispered, ashamed of the free flow that had started in her 
cunt. 

She hugged the young girl, pretending that she was the mother that she'd 
never been as she suckled the youngster and Sue ate her nipples as avidly as 
any man ever did. It felt absolutely great, even if it was slightly lesbian. 

Sue fell back with a soft "Wow!" and Irene took her turn. She felt 
foolish-for about two seconds. As soon as her mouth locked on one of the 
girl's hard little nipples in the big soft breast she thrilled. All of her 
life she'd been curious to touch another woman's tits and now her greedy 
little libido reveled in it. She kneaded the younger woman's breast and 
sucked tits avidly, feeling like some evil monster seducing the young, yet 
enjoying it and getting hotter. 

She became aware that Sue's flat little belly dug against hers in rhythmic 
motion. She felt wetness on her belly, not her own but Sue's. She felt the 
drag of the girl's pubic hairs. 

"Men turn us on so much," breathed Sue. "It's a relief to touch another 
woman's body without all that harsh driving." 

"You can say that again," laughed Irene. 

She came up from sucking the girl's breasts. Her hand went back to those 
satiny buttocks. As long as she'd come this far, she might as well satisfy 
the rest of her curiosity. Then they could stop, because she certainly 
wasn't going to do something lesbian and foolish to this innocent young 
girl. She held her breath as she explored. As Sue felt that tentative hand 
slide down her crack and around to her cunt she stilled her loin movements, 
as if in invitation. 

Irene's breath came in soft gasps as she felt the silken lips of the girl's 
cunt. Hand trembling, she burrowed in, in-and felt the terrific inner body 
heat, the slickness of Sue's cunt tunnel. She felt the bump of the clit. She 
meant only to explore a little ways, but Sue had other ideas. She forced her 
belly down on Irene's finger, giving an explosive gasp "Hah!" as the action 
drove Irene's finger deep into the velvet tissues of her sex tunnel. Irene 
reveled in this new, strange sensation, feeling up another woman's cunt, and 
a beautiful organ at that, belonging to a lovely girl. 

"OH, SUE." 

"AH, AH, AH," went Sue. 

At that moment Irene realized that she could take the young girl if she 
wanted. Sue was hot and ready. It was up to her to give them or deprive them 
of the lesbian experience. She knew she must not. It was against all of her 
morals and ethics, but as she grooved on Sue's box and began to drive the 
girl, she realized that she had failed the same test with Don and she'd 
failed again with Carl and his friend. The truth was that she had a hot cunt 
herself and a real thirst to explore all forms of sexuality. 

Frigging more rapidly into Sue's cunt, she said: 

"Sue, you can't really trust me. I'm getting hot to take you." 

"Can we-can we-do the real thing?" gasped the girl. "I never dared to go all 
the way with Cindy Ann. I was always anxious to find out-" 

That stopped Irene. She closed her eyes and tried to think if she could 
really go that far. She was sexed up, and the girl asked for it. But it 
seemed like all of her troubles lately came from giving in too easily to her 
passion. It was really like self-indulgence with rich desserts. For the 
momentary pleasure there was indigestion and too many calories. The price 
for reckless sex was long-lasting guilt that stuck with you much longer than 
the pleasure of the moment. 

"No, Sue, I don't think so," she told the other. "A little fooling 
around-kissing, and hugging, even fondling, is all right. If we do anything 
else we'll regret it, believe me." 

Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from that fascinating cunt tunnel and 
pulled back. Her cunt burned and she was alive in that special way everyone 
got when sex was imminent. It was far more mature to be able to withstand 
the lure of carnal desire. With a sigh, she turned away from Sue. 

"You're probably right," said Sue. "I think I turn on too quick and get 
involved too easily with guys. All that causes is trouble." 

"Don't I know it," said Irene. 

It felt great to have overcome her baser instincts. Why she had almost 
performed an act of female homosexuality just now! What would her friends 
think if they knew how abandoned she could become-and at her age, too. She 
felt grateful for this temptation. It had given her a chance to prove 
herself, to resist. In fact, it could be a turnaround point in getting 
control of the wild things she'd done with the boys. She had the strength to 
resist all their future advances and sit on her own desires to seduce. That 
would make for a safer, more family-oriented summer vacation for them and 
for her. 

She tried to relax. She could feel the stain of Sue's cunt juices on her 
fingers and wondered what it would've been like to go all the way. She 
might've done better to have had the experience, because then you could put 
it aside and not think about it anymore. Well, she'd never know. It was 
highly unlikely that she'd ever again be in bed with a naked young woman, 
and certainly not one as beautiful as Sue. She closed her eyes and the 
exotic sensations came back ... the feel of that soft, yielding flesh, the 
sweetness of that young mouth, the strange delight of kissing and fondling 
another woman's breasts. At least she'd had that. 

She felt the bed jiggle. For a few seconds she was puzzled. It certainly 
wasn't her. Then she realized with a start what was happening. Sue Kendall 
had her hand between her own legs and serviced herself. With the impatience 
of the young she was sexed up and had to get it off. 

Flames just began to roar in her and to consume her. That soft cunt service 
that the girl gave herself turned Irene on like fury. Her heart began to 
pound and she began to breathe deeply. She felt her erotic need rip and tear 
loose from the silken cords of self-denial she'd bound them with. 

She turned on her side and pulled Sue to her. She hugged that sexy, warm 
body to hers and kissed the weak self-indulgent lips hotly. 

"You sexy little bitch!" she said in a husky voice. "You want your hot 
little cunt eaten, so I'm going to take it for you." 

Sue gave a gasp but released her belly and gave over her body without 
protest, going passive under the older woman. Irene began to kiss down Sue's 
body-the hot, wet mouth, tongue crazy against hers, to the graceful throat, 
to the tits with the big, swollen nipples and on down to Sue's belly. Sue 
pressed up against her in rising lust. 

"I WANT IT. I WANT IT." 

This time Irene kissed on down the warm abdomen right to the pubic hairs and 
wetted Sue's stiff, wiry nest. Sue began to buck her loins in delight. 

"YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT. YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT. I'M GOING TO GET IT AT LAST." 
like Irene, Sue was fascinated by all the intricate workings of sex and 
intensely curious. like Irene she was inhibited and had passed up many 
opportunities for sex that came the way of a young woman with more than 
ordinary beauty. Her semi-lesbian experiences with Cindy Ann had increased 
her curiosity about woman sex and loosened her up enough not to be 
frightened by Irene's lust. like Irene she was sexed up tonight, but, unlike 
Irene, she wasn't able to go part of the way and then stop. She regretted 
that once again she wasn't going to get to go all the way, but she bowed to 
the older woman's judgment. When Irene attacked her, her senses reeled with 
pleasure. 

The hot mouth with its exciting breath approached her sex organ. She wiggled 
in delicious anticipation. Irene's tongue tentatively brushed her cunt lips 
and she groaned in heavenly pleasure. The violation came quickly and 
thrillingly. Irene took a deep breath and rammed her tongue right inside 
Sue's honey pot. 

"OH, WOW!" Sue cried. 

She felt the zip of joy all up and down her body. A couple of inches of 
tongue on her clit and inside of her most sensitive sex area drove her right 
up to happy land. 

"FUUUUUUCK MEEE, DO ME, SUCK ME," she gasped, writhing. 

For Irene the encouragement of a hot lover was enough to carry her past her 
initial reluctance. The pungent odor of girlhood made her approach 
frightening-it felt big and serious. She drove her tongue into the pink cunt 
flesh and was rewarded by a total pleasure reaction from the cunt's owner. 
She sucked rich juices and swallowed them to smack her lips, pull back and 
laugh. 

"You've just lost another virginity," she told Sue. 

"Don't stop," called Sue. "It feels fantastic." 

What was so great about it was the release of her aggressions, Irene 
realized. In love and sex she had to yield to the hot, driving force of a 
male ego and a male prick. Not here. She was the driving force and the one 
who controlled. She ate the girl's clit hotly and made Sue hump on her face 
with delirious sounds of pleasure. She slowed the pace and her hot youngster 
also slowed up, dragging her cunt on Irene's mouth in dreamy, lascivious 
strokes. At the same time she felt her power to turn Sue into a rutting 
bitch as the hot suck whipped the juicy slit up toward orgasm. It felt 
absolutely great to master that soft, yielding flesh and to feel the 
love-striving movements of both muscle and nerve deep within the fucked 
girl's body. 

Sue sang for her in a monotone that told of her delicious wounding: "AH, UH, 
AH, UH, AH, UH!" 

"GO, GIRL," laughed Irene, taking a short pause in sucking. 

"IT FEELS SO GREEEEEEAT!" 

Irene wanted more. She'd made friends with the primary sex organ and liked 
Sue's flavor as she drank the excess that poured out. She liked the part of 
the aggressor, but her own cunt itched and burned and she wanted Sue to pay 
back a little of all the pleasure she got. 

Irene shifted. She swung her legs over Sue's shoulders. She opened them. She 
snugged Sue's head between her thighs, bringing her own joy box against 
Sue's face. Then she went back to her sucking, this time using a finger 
right beside her tongue to open Sue's tight chamber. 

Sue got the idea. She sucked on Irene's free flowing cunt in return. She 
immediately pulled back with a gasp, which tickled Irene. The youngster did 
not have her long experience with sex and found it harder to accept the rich 
liquid of sex joy from another woman's body. Irene just squashed her wet 
lips on Sue's mouth, mutely insisting on being made love to. Sue accepted 
the contact almost primly. Her fright passed and she began to lick and find 
Irene's clit. She got bolder. She really began to suck Irene. They had a 
wild sixty-nine going. 

"OH, BABY, OHHH," moaned Irene. 

This was the most heavenly of all, to be eating the soft, willing cunt of 
the girl while Sue, getting hotter and hotter, returned the favor. 

"I can't believe it," Sue called happily, her voice muffled. "We're actually 
doing it." 

"All the way, child. We both need to know what it's really like," said 
Irene. 

It was time to experiment some more, with one finger and finally two 
stroking up Sue's cunt to accompany the suck. Irene widened her mouth to cap 
Sue's entire organ and pretended she could suck it out of Sue's body. Sue 
went wild. Irene isolated the clit in a circle of flesh and tongue-brushed 
it ever so ten-derly and Sue became wilder. The girl shook the bed with her 
joy. She was hot and high, moaning now in near-helpless pleasure, yet 
managing to keep up her suck on I rene. 

Irene's belly glowed white hot. It was going to be too much. Could they make 
it together? She eased back a little and concentrated more on the joy she 
took than the joy she gave. Sue seemed to grasp the idea at once and 
imitated her, using a finger inside of her cunt and seductive clit action to 
drive Irene to glory. 

"AHHH ME, SOOO GOOD," gasped Irene. She too approached flashpoint. 

She resumed her action on Sue, putting the ultimate demand on that hot 
little clit with her digging tongue and rocking finger. Sue began to cry out 
and lift her butt in ecstasy. Yet she loyally kept her own tongue working 
and the two women entered the glorious world of pre-orgasm, lost to the 
world and losing their identities in the animal takeover of lust. 

"I-I-GOING CRAZEE," Sue told Irene. 

"I-BURIMING-TOO," Irene responded. 

"OH, IRENE-IT'S GE-GOING TO HAPPEN," Sue thrilled. 

Irene applied the finishing suction and pressure. Sue's body began to glaze 
into immobility, yet the girl had enough sense left to give Irene a final, 
hot tongue-reaming. Irene gasped as the room seemed to whirl around her. 

"OH, AHHH, OOOHHH!" she went. The glory of orgasm was that you always felt a 
little reluctant to give up all controls at the last minute. Her own 
delicious freeze locked her body. The two women clung together in orgasmic 
delirium. Then it began to happen, totally different for each. 

Sue gave up her sexuality with almost dainty little girl bunts of her loins 
against Irene's face. 

"UNG-AH-UNG-AH," she went. Her body shook and she made helpless sounds of 
pleasure. Irene felt the quick, jerking throbs of the expiring cunt. It was 
rabbit-like and sweet, as if Sue were afraid to really belt it out. 

Irene's sex death was more dramatic. She gave great sighs and gasps of 
involuntary sound. "HAAA-HOOO, HAAA, HOOO," and ran off her cunt quakes with 
luxurious swipes on Sue's mouth, bold and free and tension-relieving. 

Clip, clip, clip. Zung, zung zung. The two of them hugged tightly and gave 
up their bodies to total joy. 

For Sue it was a goal she'd always feared as well as wanted. As she throbbed 
off her ecstasy, she seemed to grow and feel better and better. Not only did 
she give up her sexuality to Irene, but it finished that long-ago business 
with Cindy-Ann. She'd finally gotten it off with a woman and knew what it 
was like. She reveled in her new knowledge and the rich joy of completing. 

The whole lesbian scene had been a surprise to Irene. Awakening to find her 
arms around the naked girl, she'd acted on impulse and let her hot desires 
take her from step to step until her censor stopped her, but, of course, 
Sue's seductive masturbation overcame that. As she throbbed out her womanly 
pleasure she was delighted to feel the irony that lesbianism shocked her to 
her core and that she enjoyed this orgasm and seducing Sue, even as it 
shocked her. It was like she had two people inside of her, one straight and 
moral and the other sensual, lust-driven and totally immoral. 

"AH, OH, OH, OH," went Sue, and finally expired to stillness, happy and 
relieved. 

"SEXXXXXXY," sighed Irene, and-likewise finished her luscious orgasm. 

Sue fell asleep at once, her body glowing with the good feeling that comes 
after sex, a smile on her face. She had satisfied both an old lust and a new 
one. 

Irene lay beside her, playing with the girl's hair, touching her face, her 
breasts, her soft body, and trying to figure out why she'd gone lesbian and 
what she was going to do about it in the future. One thing was for sure. It 
had felt absolutely great and her body glowed happily with still another 
outrageous adventure in sex that she really should not have undertaken. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Every time that Irene came to Albuerque, the city seemed to be getting 
larger, more congested. She had lived in plenty of bigger places-Kansas 
City, Denver and Salt Lake, as her husband had been transferred from job to 
job. But after two years, almost, on the ranch, the city-any city or 
town-seemed crowded, dirty and ugly to her. All that neon, all the traffic, 
all the people. She really liked her life on the ranch and some nights went 
sleepless worrying that she might lose it. 

She left Sue out in one of the shopping centers to buy some clothes and 
other essentials the girl would need and went on to the Sheriff's 
Sub-station, where Deputy Maddox was assigned. He wore the usual sheriff's 
tans, a badge, and the inevitable cowboy boots and Western hat. He had a 
cheerful round face, reddened from his outdoor duties, rather than tanned, 
and the faint beginnings of a pot belly. She'd liked him but had felt very 
uncomfortable when he'd come around the ranch asking hostile questions. All 
that suspicion had ended when she fired Trost. 

He teetered in his swivel chair and smiled a welcome as she came in and 
dropped the black canvas package on his desk. 

"Sixty thousand dollars," she told him. "And why did you give it to me 
yesterday instead of confiscating it?" 

"I had my reasons. I think you might help me trap those clowns." 

"What do you mean?" 

He explained that he had only the kidnap and assault charges against the 
bikers and Trost. With this money and good lawyers the gang could probably 
beat the cave-kidnap business. They could tell a different story, saying 
that the girl and Don had trapped them to try to steal the money, claiming 
that the girl had known about it before and had enlisted Don to help 
out.-likewise, the assault charges against Trost and the Professor were not 
going to amount to much, when the defense could show that Irene and Carl 
were close, that they dated and had probably been intimate for many months. 

Irene colored. 

"You mean Carl and those others can walk away scott free?" 

"Oh, no. I'm sure they'd plea bargain lesser charges with the D.A. and come 
off with light sentences. The judge would probably be satisfied to chase the 
bikers out of the state, since there'd been no actual bodily injury. West 
Coast bikers are not welcome in New Mexico. It would gripe the judge to use 
good local tax money to house them in the County facility for a few months 
... So if you and Don drop the charges-" 

She sat down carefully and studied his face. 

"You've got something else in mind." 

"Yes, I have. I'd like to turn them loose-and catch them in the act of 
transacting the business they really came for." 

She shook her head. She told him that they had brains and they'd be able to 
figure out that ploy. 

"Not when they saw me give you the money. That really threw them." 

"It threw me, too," she said. 

He smiled a sly smile. "It told them that I was corruptible. It told them 
that I was willing to use you as a go-between-to let them conduct their 
business-if you and I got our cut." 

"My God!" 

His smile got wider. 'There's more. I can't believe that-" 

"Are you corruptible?" she burst out. 

"Of course not. Neither are you. My undercover boys have checked you out. 
But we can make them think so. People like that see the world as they 
are-and as they would be. When I handed that money to you that blew their 
minds because even a child knows I should've impounded it. So they have the 
evidence of their own eyes that the fix is in." 

She didn't think they'd fall for the bait, even so. It would be too risky. 

His smile was wide and deep now. "I don't think they have a choice. The 
bikers are only errand boys and they were sent to pick something up at or 
near the Post Ranch and they don't dare go back without it. Especially they 
don't dare go back and beg off saying they got into woman trouble, sex 
trouble. Their bosses would fix 'em good. You see, my dear lady, bikers 
don't go around the country carrying that kind of money. You can count on 
it-they're supposed to buy something from Trost." 

"What if he gets scared and won't sell." 

"He has to sell. That's what's so beautiful about this mess they've gotten 
into. Trost has some heavy loans due on a real estate tract in El Paso he's 
bought. Unless he can come up with some good-sized sums fast, he stands to 
lose everything he's already invested. He has to sell to the bikers." 

"Where do I fit in, Mr. Maddox?" 

"Lift the charges today-now. I release Trost and the bikers. You go to your 
ex-friend and tell him the fix is in-that the sale goes though. We'll catch 
'em in the act. I've waited several years for a chance like this, and I want 
to run it. There's no danger. Trost-likes you-and we'll be just around the 
corner at all times." 

"What are they selling?" 

"We've got a good idea. I can't tell you unless you agree to help us." 

She told him she'd like to. It really angered her that her foreman had been 
running some kind of dirty game behind her back and using her ranch for it. 
He'd really taken her in. But she wasn't anxious to see him again. 

"Look," said Maddox. "You put that money on my desk and you tell me that 
it's sixty thousand. I don't know that, and I'm not going to count it, 
either. You'll have the money when we grab 'em. I'll impound it then. If 
it's only thirty thousand, that goes on the record." 

Her eyes widened. Her heart began to pound. 

"Are you sure you're incorruptible?" 

His eyes went great. "Absolutely, Irene. I don't want a nickel of it. But I 
like to see good, honest citizens rewarded-and my undercover boys tell me 
that things are rough for you on the ranch. That's one reason I trust you." 

Her head went into a whirl. She heard herself saying that she'd cooperate. 
He told her then what they suspected Trost of doing and how they'd waited a 
long time to get a hook on him. This looked like the best chance ever. He 
told her what to do and she left his office scared but excited with the idea 
of settling accounts with Carl Trost and helping the ranch at the same 
time... 

Carl Trost sat on his favorite barstool in the LOBO and worried. He worried 
about the dumb bikers. He worried about Irene. He worried about Sheriff 
Maddox. He worried about his real estate situation in El Paso. If he could 
only pull that through! He would get out of New Mexico in a flash. He was 
getting too old for the kind of thing he'd been doing. If he could swing 
that El Paso property to success he'd be set for the rest of his life. 

But what if Maddox and Irene were setting him up? It was prison for sure. He 
shuddered. But what if he lost out on that El Paso closing? He shuddered 
again. He needed some way to test Irene-but how? His hand gripped his glass 
until his knuckles went white. In this world the only people who had it made 
were the very rich and the very poor. Then you didn't have to worry. 
Everybody else had to sweat, struggle and worry... 

His eyes traveled across the dim-lit room-and settled on a fantastic sight. 
A blonde girl had come into the bar. Heads turned. Necks craned. She wore a 
pink satin jump suit that flowed across big breasts, tight thighs and a trim 
figure. She wore golden high heels. Her hair was that long stuff kids of 
twenty or so wore so well. Her face was terrific and she moved with a sexy 
gracefulness. He sighed, as did every other male in the room as she headed 
for the bar. 

He did a double take then. The woman that followed her was enough to 
equalize the blonde. She was a redhead with rich, flowing hair and wore a 
silken gray pants suit and neat cowboy boots, small and trim. The pants suit 
had loops and whorls of white piping that gave it a dressy Mexican flavor, 
but she was all wasp, older, but just as sexy. For instance, she wore no 
bra, that was evident, and her voluptuous beauty was enough to match the 
trimness of the younger girl. It was Irene Post and, in fact, both women 
moved directly toward him. As they flowed into bar stools on either side of 
him, he felt flustered and proud, his face going red to realize that every 
male in the room envied him. 

"Hello, Carl." 

"Hello, Irene." 

"Uh-this is Sue Kendall." 

Carl took the small, warm hand. "Uh, yeah. I remember. At the ranch 
yesterday." He ought to show disapproval. This was the dumb kid the bikers 
had picked up and it ended up with him and them in jail, till this 
afternoon. But she sure was lovely... 

Irene ordered a Scotch and the girl took a Coke. Irene put a hand on his 
arm. 

"I haven't got much time, Carl. Sue and I are heading for the Wilcoxes. You 
remember my good friends in the big insurance company. They're giving a 
party tonight, and I thought Sue might like to meet them. Sue wants to get a 
job here and stay a while, and there'll be plenty of big people at the 
party. So we haven't got long." 

Carl grunted. More pressure. 

Irene went on: "I've got it all, Carl. The money, the ranch. I even got you 
and your friends out of jail by dropping the charges. So let's deal." 

"What deal?" 

"I told you on the phone. You want to sell something to the Professor. It's 
located on my property. So go ahead and sell to them. I'll be their agent to 
make the payments." 

'They agree?" 

"Of course they don't agree. They have no choice-unless they can quickly get 
another sixty grand. All they want is the goods and they take off." 

"What goods?" 

"Come on, Carl. Things that go 'bang'. " 

"Maddox knows?" 

She rolled her eyes. "Of course Maddox knows. He's known for years." 

He felt better. It began to look like his only problem would be a payoff. 

"So boiled face told you. Are you fucking Maddox now?" 

She frowned and put down her glass. 

"I don't accept that language, Carl, especially in the presence of Sue here. 
Have respect for her youth and innocence, if not for me." 

He had more than that. The smell of the intoxicating perfume and the sight 
of those two gorgeous bodies was making him a little dizzy. 

He waved a placating hand. "I got to have time to think over your 
proposition, Irene." 

Irene stood up. "Come on. Sue. We're already late for the Wilcox party. 
Carl, I'm sorry I bothered you. Maybe I can get a better deal from the 
Professor. I'll look him up tomorrow." 

"Wait, dammit. This is big. I can't just jump. I'm sure not going to talk 
about such things in a public bar, honey. We'll have to go to my place." 

"I thought we were going right to the party?" said Sue with a sulk. "I want 
to see if there're any keen young guys in this town." 

Carl had 'em going now. 

"My place," he said. "Right now. You want to talk deal-let's do it. Frig 
your party." 

"Carl, I promised the girl and I can't let my good friends down. We're 
dressed and everything." 

Carl shook his head, grinning. 'Tough leather. You want action I'll give you 
action. At my place-right now." 

"Oh, nooo," wailed Sue. 

Irene looked annoyed. She sighed. "We'll have to make a detour. Sue. I'm 
sorry. But this is a big thing with Carl."... 

By the time Carl got the two luscious dishes to his apartment he'd made two 
decisions. One was that there was sure going to be some sex for him tonight. 
The other was, if he could get it into Irene, the deal would be all right. 
She wasn't the kind of woman to kid around about sex. If he could do her, it 
meant she wasn't really turned off of him, and the deal was safe. She had a 
split set up with Maddox. 

He sent Sue to the bar to putter around with some drinks and took Irene into 
the bedroom. He stood close and put his hand right on her ass, stroking. 
Damned but, that silk pants suit felt great over those smooth warm buttocks. 

"I been lonely," he told her. 

"Me, too, Carl. Until yesterday." She removed his hand and glared at him. 

"Listen, Irene. The kid fucks. The Professor told me that." 

"Carl, you're crude, mean and vicious. Those bikers practically ruined the 
poor girl-Ohhh!" 

Carl had grabbed her and crushed her to him, enjoying the full silken warmth 
of her body. He kissed her and she struggled, but he kept his mouth on her 
soft, sweet lips. He began to harden. 

Dressed up, made up, like tonight, she was a queen. 

"I'm still crazy for you, Irene. God, I want you." 

"And little Sue. And the rest of the women in Albuerque." But her eyes 
looked dazed and she didn't pull completely away. 

"Come on, doll. You want the deal, you got to be friendly." 

"Carl, we have this party-" 

"Wrong. This is the party, Irene." 

His cock was hard now and his hands went every which way. It all felt so 
good. Her breasts in the silk, full and warm, had gone hard-nippled. Her 
soft flesh curved against him. He got his tongue into her mouth and gave her 
a real wazoo of a kiss. Her body bent back and she gasped. 

"Carl, for heaven's sake." 

"We're almost partners," he cried. "We got to celebrate that. Token of good 
faith. Maybe the kid, too." 

He went for her blouse. The silk was fine but he wanted her tits. 

"Oh, dammit, Carl, dammit," she complained helplessly. 

He only laughed in a happiness approaching delirium as he brought out one of 
her luscious beauties and fell on it, sucking and biting. 

Irene was amazed that she could turn on as she did. But in order to fulfill 
her role she had to make it look good. It wasn't as hard as she'd feared. 
Evil though he might be, Carl had always turned her on physically. There was 
no way to explain how some people had sex power over you. She guessed that 
was the way criminals and killers still had wives or sweethearts. Her cunt 
had wetted and begun to burn at his ardor. When he gobbled her breasts she 
felt deep, rich thrills of honest sexuality. He could make her scream and 
cum even if she could put him in jail the next day. 

Things moved swiftly. Her blouse came off. His clothes came off. Her pants 
and boots came off. He was naked on the bed, his aroused cock hard and 
ready. He was ripping hungrily at her bikini panties. 

"Carl, Carl-Sue's out there." 

"Forget Sue," he told her in a voice filled with sensual emotion. 

But Sue Kendall was not about to be forgotten. She opened the door of the 
bedroom and came right in, as Carl wrestled with Irene on the bed. 

'The drinks are ready," she announced. 

Carl glared at her. He wanted action and had Irene hot and ready so he 
didn't need Sue at this moment. 

"Sue-Sue-I'm so embarrassed," cried Irene, struggling to get free of Carl's 
embrace. 

"Hey, no reason!" laughed Sue. "He's cute. Can I touch it?" 

It was Carl's turn to freeze in disbelief as the satin clad beauty waltzed 
right up to the bed, reached down, and closed her fist snugly on his cock. 

"Sue!" cried Irene in shock. She didn't have to fake that. She really was. 

"I like small ones," said Sue. "Some big ones can hurt you. Did you know a 
midget with a two inch prick can do it okay?" 

Carl didn't know what to say. He'd had good-looking women, but Irene had 
been two notches above the best. To have her naked on the bed and then have 
the sexy young blonde in satin come in and grab his cock sent him out of his 
mind. He had two fabulous beauties at once! 

"Sue, you're disgusting," said Irene. She covered her face with her hands as 
Carl refused to let go of her. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Irene. I'm sorry, Mr. Trost. I shouldn't have busted in like 
this." 

She played the dumb blonde to the hilt and Irene feared Carl would tumble 
right then, but the man looked at the gorgeous young creature in satin, then 
at her, and his face seemed totally dazed. 

"No problem, dear," he muttered as he reached for the satin. 

"Carl, listen, dammit, if you think you can undress me and then play with 
this insolent girl-" Irene began. 

"Now, baby," said Carl. He was totally confused. Sue had his cock in her 
hand and jacked him off. Irene, naked, sat by his side, ready to be plucked. 

"Irene-I'm sorry. I'll leave," said Sue. 

She didn't. She climbed on the bed with them. She babbled on merrily. "It's 
just that I'm used to, you know, action, like a lot of young people these 
days. Maybe I could hang around the edges and add a little." 

Carl's eyes were big as saucers as the girl's slim warm hand frigged him. 

"Irene-oh!-maybe s-she could hang around-maybe add a little." 

"No way!" said Irene. She pulled the girl in her pink satin jump suit 
halfway across Carl's body. "I'm not used to exposing my sex habits to 
strangers. I'm not your orgy type." 

"Me, either," said Carl. His eyes were frozen on the slim body in satin that 
was pulled against him. 

"Carl, tell her to leave," Irene insisted. 

"Yeah, I'll have to do that," said Carl wistfully. 

Irene struck away Sue's hand and bent down. She sucked Carl's prick into her 
mouth. 

"AH, YEEE," Carl exulted. He tried to smile apologetically at Sue. Sue 
winked at him over the bent shoulders of Irene and sidled closer. She 
offered herself to be kissed. Carl grabbed her satin gorgeousness and hugged 
her body to his, eating between those hot, young lips. He thought his body 
would burst from the good feeling. Irene sucked on his cock, while his arms 
were full of supple young blonde, French kissing, and his hands kneaded 
Sue's high breasts, slick and sexy in the satin. He'd never had such 
attention in his life. 

Irene came up for air. "What're you two doing?" she asked suspiciously. 

"Just talking," muttered Sue, who'd broken the kiss. 

"Get away, child," said Irene. "Find someone your own age, like those cruddy 
bikers you like so much. You disappoint me.' 

She wrapped her arms around Carl and kissed him, open-mouthed. She was crazy 
high, hot and ready for anything. Her cunt was on fire and she reveled in 
the way they destroyed Carl. 

Sue didn't hesitate. As soon as Irene let go of the stiff cock she dropped 
her torso and sucked it into her mouth. Now Carl had the nude Irene up 
above, kissing, full breasts stroking his chest while the kid in gleaming 
satin ate his inflamed prick. 

"OH, DAMN, THIS IS GREAT!" he cried, and then promptly dove back into his 
kiss. The little devil of a blonde knew how to give head all right. He felt 
the glory rushes right down to his toes. 

Irene came out of the kissing a moment later, gasping. "Sue-Carl-we're going 
to have to do something about all this," she said. 

"I don't see the harm!" cried Carl. 

"In your sexed-up crudity you've gotten both of us girls wild and hot," 
Irene protested. "So how can you satisfy both of us at once?" 

"I'll" 

Irene was relentless. "Look at that poor girl's crotch, Carl. She's wet 
clear through her panties and into the satin. Feel her, man." She took his 
hand and put it on Sue's hot cunt, right between Sue's legs. Sue, sucking on 
prick, moaned happily. Carl dug his fingers into her fleshy young cunt. 

"INCREDIBLE!" cried Carl. "UUU, UUU, UUU. AH!" 

"I hope you're not going to cum, Carl. We haven't even settled who is going 
to do what." 

Carl looked at her in misery. Then he seemed to get hold of himself. 
Reluctantly he pulled Sue's mouth off his penis. 

"Ladies, we got to get this thing organized," he said. "I can't really 
manage both at once-" 

"-Unless you sucked one of us while you did the other," Irene interjected 
sweetly. 

"-Unless I could suck one and do the other at the same time!" he cried in 
delight. 

"I'll take the bottom," said Sue. 

"Sue-he's my ex-boyfriend, not yours." 

"But that's just it, Irene. You've done it before and I haven't, not with 
him. I'll be gone in a little while. Clear out of town." 

"You'll get a job here and play all you want," said Irene. "I'm in charge." 

"It's not fair," said Sue. "He has a small one, and I'm smaller." 

The two women glared at each other. Carl just sat there stuttering and 
spluttering. 

"I-I think-l want-" 

There was no doubt as to what he wanted. He wanted to screw the young girl. 
Irene and Sue both knew it, but it was too much fun to put on the dazed, 
happy man. 

"Let me start with him," begged Sue. "When he gets close to spurting I could 
let you take over." 

"Oh, he'd never go for that," said Irene. 

"Wait a minute," said Carl, thrilled out of his skull. "I might go for that. 
It's a great idea. I start with Sue, you come in later." 

"I won't do it," said Irene, knowing she would. She preferred that. She 
really didn't want Carl's dong in her tonight-but was high enough and hot 
enough to want a good, juicy suck. It would be something with Carl heated up 
while he fucked into Sue's hot loins. And so she let them argue her into the 
arrangement that she knew would never work. Once Carl got his hot male 
member into Sue's belly he'd never want to pull it out, but the lie saved 
her face. 

Irene withdrew to watch Carl's foreplay with the young girl in the satin 
jump suit. It would be too cruel to deprive him of that privilege, even if 
he was a crud. He wasted no time. Irene contented herself with gently 
jogging her cunt to keep herself hot, and enjoying the irony that she was a 
little bit jealous of Carl making love to Sue, even if she had given him up 
for supposedly forever. 

Carl lived the peak moment of his life, taking the satin clad sexpot into 
his arms. There was absolutely no sexier feeling that a supple and beautiful 
young body in his arms, clad in smooth satin. He kneaded her breasts, naked 
under the cloth, and kissed her. He shaped and stroked her well-shaped 
buttocks and felt up her thighs and Wet crotch as he continued French 
kissing her. His thrilled cock rubbed against the satin and her body, making 
him so hot that he had to grit his teeth to hold back his fountain that 
wanted to rush and explode right now. 

Carl could do that. He could rise right to a point below orgasm and then 
hold back for a long time, a power few men had. Irene thought it was his 
selfish instincts-he didn't want to give up anything until he'd gotten full 
use out of it, including each load of hot cream. 

"Ah, child, I've never felt anything-sooo good," he cried, hands, tongue and 
prick busy. 

"YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM. I'LL HAVE TO GUSH," protested the flushed girl, who 
nevertheless did not explode. 

Sue thought it was real kinky to play sex with Irene's ex-boyfriend right 
under the hot eyes of the older woman. Cindy Ann should see her now. Ever 
since she'd run into Irene and the boys her life had been good. That time 
last night with Irene had drawn them very close, with a strange intimacy 
that was part mother-daughter and part lover. Without that, this scene 
tonight would not have been possible ... She was also turned on by Carl's 
smallish prick. She ached to get that stubborn root into her body. Most guys 
cruelly filled her tight little box. She could really work with this one. 

At last Carl took down her zipper and squirmed out of the satin for the real 
action. But, no. First Carl had to examine her naked charms and babble about 
how good-looking she was. 

"HEY, THIS IS SOMETHING. HONEY, YOU'VE GOT A BODY THAT WON'T STOP. LOOK AT 
THEM TITS, THAT ASS, THOSE LEGS!" He was suspended in space. Over his 
shoulder Sue looked at Irene, embarrassed, and shrugged helplessly. Irene 
smiled. She wasn't jealous of the girl's good looks. Her own beauty earned 
her more attention than she really wanted, so let Sue take some of the 
overflow. 

Irene decided on the positions they'd use. She had Carl lie flat on his back 
and had Sue mount his hips. There was a breathless moment while Sue fitted 
her cunt to the prick and oozed down on it. It disappeared safely inside of 
her body. 

"I CAN WORK IT. I CAN WORK IT!" Sue cheered. She could practically squeeze 
this dong with her cunt and milk it, since it was the right size. 

"OH, BABY, YOU CAN WORK IT AND I CAN FEEL IT," murmured Carl. 

Irene, though impatient, let the lovers get themselves settled. Sue bent 
forward and Carl brought her young body down tightly to his. He kissed her 
breasts and then her mouth, hugging her, relishing the full body contact 
with the luscious blonde. Right then most guys would've given up their 
cookies, Irene thought. 

Sue went into a daze, her trim loins moving hotly on Carl's prick, 
enraptured to have this new experience with a medium-sized cock. She had 
begun to learn that screwing was not a passive thing for a smart woman. The 
more you could get in the act, the better it felt. She thrilled to ecstasy 
to find herself managing at least half the action, instead of being held 
down and mercilessly drilled as so many young guys did it. 

"AH, CARL, YOU REACH ME. YOU'RE FUCKING DEEP IN MY BELLY," she gasped. 

He could hardly answer. He felt the exquisite action of her young cunt 
actually trying to milk his prick and his whole abdomen glowed with 
held-back, ready-to-explode male pleasure. 

Irene judged it was time to get into the act. Her fingers had kept her hot 
and she'd enjoyed seeing the two adults fuck. It was a sight she'd never 
expected to see and it kept her sexed up as well as making up for not 
herself being the center of attention. 

She mounted Carl's face carefully, allowing him room to breathe while she 
sat across his shoulders facing Sue. Sue had returned to her original 
upright position, sitting on Carl's hips. The two women faced each other 
across Carl's body. Irene reached out and gathered Sue's torso into her 
arms. Naked breasts meshed. Hot lips crushed and wild tongues twined, while 
Carl fucked into Sue vigorously and began to hungrily eat Irene's cunt. 

It was fabulous all around. Sue almost died to feel her cunt and clit being 
fucked to glory down below while Irene made love to her up above. Her whole 
body seemed to be an enormous vessel of pleasure, from head to toe, and her 
erotic excitement went right up to fever pitch. Irene felt the sweet action 
of Carl's probing tongue on her cunt and enjoyed the embrace of the hot 
young girl. After last night she knew she wasn't a lesbian, but could 
certainly enjoy the charms of another woman in a situation like this. She 
drove her tongue into Sue's mouth and let her passion rise. 

Carl, mastering both women, knew that he'd never have such fabulous sex 
again in his life. It was a golden moment of complete masculine fulfillment 
for a man whose life had been mostly sadness and worry. He could feel his 
prick digging lusciously into the young, supple cunt that squeezed and 
milked it. He could feel the sexual tremors his cock set off in Sue's body. 
He could inhale the pungent, delicious juices from Irene's cunt, his true 
love. His nerves were on fire and he rose magnificently, almost serenely to 
his explosion. He trusted Irene now. He knew the sexy redhead would never 
have had sex with him if there was anything wrong with the biker deal. 
Maddox was on the take. He could be paid off and Carl could solve his El 
Paso problem. Ecstasy! 

Sue strained and her eyes got big. She gasped and dug her teeth into Irene's 
soft shoulder so hard that Irene cried out. Her belly became erratic and her 
muscles locked. 

"OH, I'M BEING FUUUUUUCKED!" she called and began to cum with her bunny-like 
quick throbs. 

Irene felt the peak excitement as Sue burst. She willed herself to go at the 
same time. It wasn't hard because Sue's surrender to Carl's cock drove him 
to his ultimate madness of joy and she felt him glaze under her. 

"DONE!" he managed to cry, and got in his last licks on Irene's cunt. 

Irene grunted and felt the sweet passion flower in her own guts. 

"HA-EEE!" she went, and joined the others in expiring. Her spaced, powerful 
cunt squeezes quaked on Carl's mouth, giving him the joy of feeling that 
he'd taken two cunts at the same time. with Sue throbbing around his cock 
and Irene throbbing on his face. Irene let it all flow, clutching Sue and 
twisting in hot, happy joy on Carl. She felt dizzy and faint, and a fierce 
exultation in sensing that she'd pulled off the con on her ex-lover. After 
this he should be putty in their hands. 

"AH, ME, AH, ME," whined Sue. It was great to have Irene to hold onto and to 
feel the other woman join her in making hot tributes to Carl's cock. Sue had 
never had such deep, erotic pleasure. Her body ran and ran its quakes while 
her whole being filled with eternal love at the good feeling which drowned 
her in ecstasy. 

Carl gave his body over to this super-orgasm. Hot seed burst from his short 
cock like bullets, each thrilled ejaculation a wonder world of pleasure and 
relief. He felt that his lifestuff had burned clear through the young body 
he dominated. Spurt, spurt, spurt, laying it right to heaven in that tight 
little cunt. At the same time he coated his throat with Irene's girl honies. 

"Never-nothing like-this-" he wheezed, and spent his glory out in fulfilling 
gushes. 

They clung for golden moments, savoring the orgasmic splendors that had been 
released, and finally had to taper almost sadly from this hottest of sex 
runs. Even so, the afterglow made them cling in their frozen orgasm 
positions for a long while after the last male squirt and female throb had 
died. 

At last they untangled. The business of the evening was quickly finished. 
Carl simply told Irene to go to Coyote Cave tomorrow night and bring the 
money. She could bring the boys and Sue if she wanted to. 

'That proves I'm honest and you won't get a bad time from the bikers, with 
all that support," he told her. 

Then Irene insisted that she and Sue had to move on to the party at the 
Wilcoxes, so Carl reluctantly let them go. He really wanted them to stay 
around for more fun and games, but they left. 

On the street Sue gave a laugh. 

"He didn't catch on at all. You even had me believing there was a party at 
your friends'. " 

"Had to be done that way. Sue. We needed an excuse to dress up sexily and we 
had to offer resistance to his wanting to take us to his apartment. If we'd 
made it too easy, he wouldn't have trusted us." 

"We could've stayed longer," said Sue wistfully. 

"No, honey," smiled Irene. "You have to know when to start-and when to stop. 
I think we did it just right. Quit when they want more." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The next afternoon Irene sent Richie and Sue out on horseback. Richie was to 
instruct Sue on how to ride a horse. He was delighted with the chance to 
show off his newly learned skills, and Sue was happy to get a chance to ride 
one of the Post horses. Though from Wyoming, she'd always lived in towns and 
envied the girls that had access to horses. 

Irene's real reason was to get rid of the youngsters for the afternoon while 
she made plans with Don and Sheriff Maddox for the big night to come. She 
could trust Don to keep his head in an emergency and act fast if he had to. 

'There'll be no danger," said Maddox "I'll have my men near the cave and 
when the bikers haul out the stuff we'll drop on them. I've wondered for a 
long time how Trost used that cave. I finally decided he has a secret tunnel 
in there that we can't find. I've had my men in there a dozen times, but we 
can't find the right place." 

'There still might be shooting," said Irene, worried. 

'The bikers aren't armed. Carl will be-but so can you. You could take a 
shotgun and give this young man a revolver if he's up to it." 

"I'm up to it," said Don. The Wild West action of the past few days really 
turned him on. He felt ready for anything, and planned to be a big hero with 
both his lovely aunt and Sue. 

The time Carl had set was ten O'clock. Maddox suggested that Irene get there 
with her people well ahead of time. 

"But, of course, they can't do anything earlier because you have the money," 
said Maddox. 

Irene wasn't so sure. Carl was tricky, so she expected anything. Mostly she 
wished the whole thing was over. The excitement might have broken the 
humdrum daily ranch life, but she also had a feeling that it had contributed 
to her sexual misconduct. Without the bikers and the problem with Carl, 
she'd only have had to deal with Don's unfortunate letch for her. That 
could've been easily solved by the one burst of passion that they'd had. 
Curiosity satisfied, and alerted to the dangers of wanton sexuality, she and 
Don could easily have reverted to normal behavior, which would also defuse 
young Richie. For sure she'd had enough erotic adventures to last her for a 
couple of years in these last few days..... 

As soon as Richie and Sue got beyond range of the ranch house, he dismounted 
and took the saddle off of Big Red. 

"Why are you doing that?" asked Sue. 

'The Indians of the old West rode bareback," he told her. "I tried it the 
other day and it's rough-but I'm going to learn to ride Indian fashion. Let 
Don play around with this cowboy stuff. I'm even going to learn to use bows 
and arrows this summer." 

Sue smiled to herself at the obvious sibling rivalry of Richie in dealing 
with his brother, but did not point out the fact to him. It was fabulous to 
have found a temporary "watering place" with the Post family after the 
rigors of hitchhiking on her own. She really dug Don, liked Irene, and 
thought she might stay for more than a few days-if she were invited. Right 
now she thrilled to be riding one of the ranch horses. It was not 
particularly spirited, but it was plenty lively for her. When you got up in 
the saddle you found yourself suspended in the air several feet above the 
ground on a swaying platform and at the mercy of another creature. It was a 
weird feeling at first. Sue felt fragile and vulnerable, her body at the 
whim of the huge creature she rode. But the beast was docile enough and soon 
she felt at home in the saddle. Then Richie took her horse from a trot to a 
gallop, and that was a real thrill, tearing across the prairie with the wind 
singing past her ears, the mesquite a blur as the ground flashed by. She had 
a lot of trouble coordinating her seat to the movements of the horse and the 
saddle spanked her bottom toward the end of the run. They ended the gallop 
laughing and kidding. Sue had never felt more alive. The sky was a rich 
blue, the sun was hot and direct, and the fiat prairie beckoned them from 
all sides. Far off the typical New Mexican bluffs, squared off and angular, 
made a spectacular backdrop to the flat, arid landscape. 

They went through the cycle again, from a walk to a trot to a short gallop, 
and Sue now began to feel at home on her horse. In just a few days she'd be 
able to handle a horse on her own, she decided. Meanwhile, she tolerated the 
self-important lectures of Richie. She planned to treat him gently-she had 
really gotten off on the wrong foot with him that first day on the 
motorbike. 

Relaxed in the saddle. Sue became aware of the sexuality of riding a horse. 
Her legs were spread wide in the saddle and her hot little box rubbed 
against hard leather. She felt the heat of the animal even through the 
saddle. At first it was interesting, adding to her feeling of euphoria to be 
loose and free in the great outdoors. She soon found herself swaying just a 
little bit to increase the good feeling. My goodness, if she were all alone 
she could really have a high old time riding this horse. 

"L-uh-think we ought to rest a while," she told Richie. "My bottom's not 
used to this. It's getting a little sore." 

However, that turned out not to be such a great idea, either. They tethered 
the two horses and Richie tried to kiss her. 

"Now, Richie, we didn't come out here for that." 

"You've been great friends with Don," he accused her. "I was the one who 
discovered you." 

"Yes," she flashed. "You almost killed me, running me off the road." 

"You promised-to be nicer to me later that night." 

"I was afraid-you might try to keep me there," she said. 

"Don stole you and I can't stand it." 

"I-I'm not Don's lover." 

"Oh, shit, let's ride," said Richie. 

"Let me try your horse," she said to placate him. "Maybe I'll like bareback 
style, too. A real Indian maid." 

It was a smart move. It placated him. But he doubted that she could handle 
Big Red. 

"Just for a little way," she begged. "I'll only walk him." 

He took the mare and walked beside her. Richie babbled on about the bikers 
and all of the excitement they'd had, and about the crisis that was soon to 
come. Aunt Irene had told him enough to give him an inkling. 

For Sue it was murder and soon to become excruciating. The ridge of the 
horse's backbone pressed directly against her cunt and the rocking motion of 
his walk set off fires up her belly. She tried to keep her mind off what was 
happening but it got worse. The stimulation down below made her nipples in 
her shirt go erect. She began to slide into that creamy feeling where she 
desired sex. It simply would not do-with Don's brother. She was already too 
involved with Don. 

"Anything wrong?" asked Richie. 

"No-I guess bareback is a little too much for me. 

"Okay," said Richie, proud that she couldn't take what he could. 

"We'll ride over to that spring-where the trees and the grass are-and then 
change back. You can make Big Red trot if you want. I think he's okay with 
you." 

He gave Big Red a slap with the end of his reins and the horse under her set 
out at a brisk trot. Streaks of luscious fire ran up her belly. 

"OHHH-OH-OH-" she went, gasping. She really flowed now. That action was 
going to bring her right in the saddle! 

"Want to risk a gallop?" Richie called, pacing alongside of her. 

"NOOO-OH, NOOO," she wailed. She felt good all down her legs and her cunt 
was getting a first class masturbation from the horse's back-bone. If the 
horse galloped, she might go into orgasm, lose control, and be pitched on 
the hard ground. 

"See you there," said the impatient Richie, and he whipped the mare to a 
gallop to rush on ahead to wait for her at the spring, some distance away. 

"I'll never make it," she moaned. She tried lifting herself off the horse's 
back to ease the pressure on her cunt, but her legs weren't strong enough to 
hold her up in that unnatural position for long. She sank back onto the 
horse and the divine rubbing started again. She was afraid to dismount and 
walk to the spring because then she'd have to answer Richie's embarrassing 
questions. It looked like it would be touch-and-go-whether she made it to 
the spring or whether she'd have to stop and rock off her sexuality in an 
obscene fashion right on the horse's back. Ohhh, it did feel gooooood! 

Gasping, tender and highly stimulated, she just barely made it to the little 
oasis where Richie waited. She slid off Big Red's neck and walked the last 
few steps, relieved at last of that sexy pressure. 

'That was r-r-really fun, Richie," she sighed. 

He stared at her. 

"What's wrong with you?" 

"What?" 

"You were rocking in the saddle all the way. That was a weird way to ride." 

He looked at her closely. There was a big wet patch between her legs on her 
jeans extending up her belly. He looked shocked and then delighted. 

"Why-why-you're all sexed up over riding." 

She collapsed on the grass. "Richie, I couldn't help it. The backbone of the 
horse, riding bareback." 

He laughed. He flopped down on the ground beside her. He caught her in his 
arms and kissed her. Under normal circumstances she could've resisted, but 
in her heated condition her first reaction was to flow in his arms and give 
him her soft mouth. That thrilled him and his breath exploded on her cheek 
as they sank into a hot embrace. 

"Oh, no, Richie," she said, coming up for air. "I didn't mean it. I don't 
mean it." 

"Sure you mean it. You really dig me," he said. 'That's why you've been so 
hard for me to get close to. You like me so much you're afraid something big 
will happen. So you have to avoid me-pretend you like Don better. "No, no." 

"Listen, I'm no kid, even if I am younger. I've had sex. I know all about 
it. We're all alone out here and nobody need to know." 

"I'd know." 

For her it was the old story of trying to control those sensual impulses 
when she got stirred up. She'd gone from the bikers to Don, not really 
wanting to get involved, but her hot nature had pulled her in. Since she'd 
put out for Don the least she could do was try to stay faithful to him. She 
didn't count the fun with Irene or Irene's boyfriend. Anybody would try a 
different form of sex or use it to help a friend. That was different. But if 
she wanted to stay on the Post Ranch for a while it would be sheer murder to 
get intimately involved with both brothers. 

She got up to go for her horse. If she had to get it off in the saddle that 
would still be better than giving in to Richie. 

She pulled free and started for her horse. Richie stopped her. He grabbed 
her and pulled her shirt out of her jeans. He went for the buttons as they 
struggled, she trying not to get too excited, but as a result he got her 
breasts free. 

"OH, RICHIE," she moaned as he bent her back and ate her luscious tits. It 
was cruelly exciting to be sexed up like this and then have a hot male go 
for her. She had to stop him. 

"WE CAN'T HAVE SEX!" she gasped. 

"WHY NOT?" 

He was hard, hot and ready. The sight of her wet pants had convinced him 
that she was ready. 

"I-we-Don and I just-did it-this morning." 

"What?" He was shocked and hesitated. 

"Before that Sheriff came. We were out in the barn-and we did it. I'm-still 
all wet from him." 

It seemed to craze the boy. He cursed and went for her pants. He got her 
jeans and her boots off. She kept protesting, but saw she'd made a mistake 
with her confession. It both angered and excited him. 

'Then it's my turn-my turn-" he insisted. "Oh, nooo," she wailed. 

But he stopped to undress himself, and she made a run for it. She got to her 
mare, wearing only her panties, that were in a sopping condition by now. 
Awkwardly she climbed in the saddle and took off. Richie gave a roar of 
anger, hopping out of his pants, and ran to Red, wearing only his shorts. 
She tried to whip the mare to a gallop, but Richie had the better horse and 
more experience. In his hot desire and excitement, he rode alongside of her 
and literally pulled her off the other horse onto Red. In her fear of 
falling she screamed-"Oh, Richie!" and clung to him tightly. My God, it was 
just like some western thriller, the way he just swept her out of the 
saddle. He stopped Big Red and they both slid to the ground. Richie pushed 
her down and got between her legs. He stripped his shorts off. 

There they were, right out in the middle of the empty, sun-baxed New Mexico 
plains, miles from nowhere. She struggled, but was just too hot and 
helpless. His young cock was rock-hard. He found her wet slit. She felt the 
irresistible penis breach her cunt lips and then he fucked into her while 
she rose in protest and then fell back with her belly full of cock. 

"Richie-please don't do this to me." 

He seemed slightly out of his mind with ravenous desire. 

"You did it for Don. You promised me. Don gets it all-not this time." 

It was wild all right. Hardly two hours before, her tight cunt had felt the 
hot strokes of the older brother and he'd filled her with his seed. She was 
still slightly damp from that injection. Now the younger brother's cock rode 
into her over the seed of the other. Still she kept protesting: 

"RICHIE, DON'T YOU SEE? I-I-OHHH-I-I CAN'T DO THIS. I CAN'T KEE-KEEP HAVING 
NEW BOYFRIENDS. OH, OH, OH." 

She squirmed in sweet distress. Richie's cock was almost the same size, 
hardness and hotness as Don's. She thrilled at its hot plunging in and out 
of her cunt. Richie seemed not to hear her protests. 

"GOT TO DO IT-DO IT RIGHT-OH, SUE THAT'S SO GREAT. YOU'RE SO GREAT-LOOKING." 

"Please Richie-can't we stop?" she begged. 

That was a foolish request, she knew. His prick was in seventh heaven, 
anointed now with her rich juices, gleaming and thrilled to glory with the 
tight friction. Her own treacherous cunt conspired against her. It felt so 
gooooood. It was almost like a continuation of the scene with Don a couple 
of hours before. They'd had to hurry for fear of discovery and she had not 
had a good orgasm. There was no hurry here, with all the emptiness around 
them. 

Richie knew that this was the sex of anger and not of love. He felt 
desperate to catch up. It seemed like everybody was getting it on but 
him-Don, Irene, Sue. At this moment he was finally getting some of the 
action, too, and he didn't care even as another part of him realized he was 
forcing the girl. 

She was so incredibly beautiful, with that golden body, nude under him now 
and taking his thrusts. Her head strained back, hair in disarray, as he held 
her on the ground and fucked into her luscious body, delighting in her hot, 
inner tightness. Nothing had ever felt so good on his prick. He felt her 
turn on to his fuck. In spite of herself, she began to duck on his cock and 
moan. 

"PLEASE, RICHIE-STOP. YOU'RE GOING TO M-M-MAKE ME!" 

"GOT TO-HAVE IT ALL," he grunted. 

In her squirming and hot bucking under him, her gorgeous tits quivered like 
jelly and he seized one in his mouth and began to eat her. The soft flesh of 
her breast and the hard little nipple really made him hotter and he reamed 
her faster, making her gland juices pour. 

It was just too much for Sue. She hadn't really come down from that fun in 
the barn with Don when the ride started. The rocking in the saddle of the 
horse and the bareback ride had taken her right up to sweet sensitivity. 
With the struggle with Richie over and the fast action of his hard prick she 
was glazed to orgasm. 

"AHHH-GLOREEE-" she sang, and then lifted under him, groaning and grunting. 
Since he had mistakenly screwed his aunt in the wrong hole, this was his 
first experience with female orgasm. Panting in his own excitement, still 
thrusting, he savored the experience. The hot body under him locked just 
like a man did in cumming. Her legs closed on his hips as she tried to suck 
his cock, his very being stuffed into her writhing body. Best of all, he 
felt throbs or quakes that seemed to come from deep within her body and 
squeeze on his blood-engorged tool through her cunt ... They were fast, 
bunny-like spasms that seemed to craze her with pleasure. 

"AH, MEEE. OH, OH, OH," she went, freezing and relaxing, then gasping to 
come up against him again and throb some more. 

He felt hugely delighted with his power to master the female and make her 
give up her sex so completely. Her whole sweet body had responded 
magnificently to its wounding by his prick and he felt ten feet all. He was 
rocking in pleasure, but not nearly ready yet to shoot off in her. 

For a few seconds she became passive. Then she started to struggle with him 
again. Once he'd plucked her orgasm, she began to resent hotly being forced 
to service him. Her excitement was gone and she was back to resenting the 
way guys used her. Everybody used her. First there had been the bikers and 
then Richie when he'd masturbated on top of her, and even Irene had used her 
to some extent. Would she forced to turn up her tail for everyone? 

She let him ream into her for a few strokes, groaning his pleasure. Richie 
was out of this world in his first true fuck. 

She moved fast. She pulled her arms back and jerked her loins out from under 
Richie, uncocking him. She dug her heels into the ground, slid out, and got 
up. She didn't bother with horses or clothes. She just turned to run like 
mad, following that same instinct to flee that had made her escape the 
bikers and ride off nude on one of their motorcycles. 

Richie found himself on the ground, his cock dry-throbbing on the grass and 
his arms empty. He groaned in disappointment. Then he felt the rise of a 
rage even hotter than he'd felt before. With a shriek "DAMNNNMNN," he took 
off after her, his stiff prick gleaming with her juices and a few grass 
strands, and bobbing as he ran. 

She had no chance. He caught her after she'd gone only twenty running steps 
or so. He leaped on her back and dragged her down under him. He crashed down 
on her, knocking the wind out of that soft body and immobilizing her face 
down under him. 

"You don't want me. You don't like fucking. Okay, baby, we'll try something 
else," he grunted. 

She was too winded to respond. She felt him reach under her and get a hand 
on her smooth belly to lift up her loins. She felt his strong cock dig into 
her crack. Suddenly there was pressure on her ass-hole. Even while she 
struggled for breath, he lifted her loins and bunted with his. 'TRY THIS, 
BITCH!" he yelled at her. His cock dug against her sphincter and her muscle 
seemed to fly open as he violated her and notched into her gut. Her legs 
quivered in surprise and shock as he planted his rod in her ass tunnel and 
began to drive up into her, unsealing it. "AH, EH, NOOO," she wailed. 
Richie, by accident, had discovered Sue Kendall's secret letch. The girl had 
always been oriented to anal action. When she'd first masturbated, still a 
virgin, she had already developed her kinky side, and soon she added to her 
solitary cunt pleasure by fooling with the exquisitely sensitive nerves that 
protected her rear hole. In no time at all, she learned to use a finger to 
violate herself back there and train her mucous tissues for sex. 

It scared her. She feared that she might ruin her sphincter by too much 
forcing. She also knew it was not natural, and forced herself to quit. But 
her letch came back to the point where she got the most fun by doing her 
cunt and her ass-hole at the same time with her fingers. 

She never dared tell boys, once her sex life started. She hinted not a 
whisper for fear they'd think her weird. She often wished they'd shove a 
finger up her butt when they fucked her, or even try to make her anally, but 
none ever had. 

Wham! Just like that, she found herself face down on the ground and with a 
hot, eager prick cornholing her. 

"AHHH, RICHIE, AH, OOOHHH!" she thrilled. 

At first he didn't catch on. He knew his member had met much less resistance 
than it had when he violated Aunt Irene in the wrong hole. Also, Sue didn't 
experience any pain. She gave a mild grunt of surprise and it seemed like 
her ass clutched his rod and drew it hotly in. Once it had glided in, her 
sphincter seemed to lock on it and apply glazing friction to the tight, hot 
hole. 

"OH, RICHIE, YOU'RE FUCKING MY ASS!" she cried. "YOU'RE GOING DEEP, DEEP." 

'Take it, you crud," he managed. 

He could tell his punishment had gone all wrong. Not only did she take it, 
but she relished it. Her long loins pumped eagerly, impaling herself on his 
stiff hard-on. She came alive with passion even though she'd just given up 
all her sexuality a few moments before. He drew back, astonished. Her meaty 
little buttocks quivered in delight, the firm muscles working for his 
pleasure. It felt great to have this deep penetration. Her rear was not as 
wet, nor as supple as her cunt, but the action felt just as good on his cock 
because she had voluntary control of her anus muscle and used it to give him 
sexy resistance. His Aunt Irene had more voluptuous buttocks. This girl was 
young and tight, but her sexy motions made him gasp in joy. 

"YOU-DIG-THIS KIND OF SEX." 

"NOBODY KNOWS. MY SECRET ... ALWAYS PLAYED WITH MY ASS. OH, RICHIE, I LOVE 
BEING FUCKED IN MY BUTT." 

"AH, AH, AH," he went. 

"OH, NO," she cried. "YOU CAN'T CUM NOW. THIS-MY VIRGIN ANAL TRIP-GOT TO 
HAVE-MORE-" 

She ceased all motion and they hung there, male prick buried deep in her 
guts and dry-throbbing against the sensitive, body hot gut walls. She 
whimpered in eagerness as her finger found her empty cunt and added the 
pleasure of clit stroking to the wild corn-hole. 

He felt disappointed now. Even ashamed. Twice he'd set out to have natural, 
rewarding sex, and both times he'd ended up in the wrong hole. It was too 
late to escape. He felt Sue work her cunt with her fingers and squeeze down 
on her sphincter to please his cock. If he tried to pull out and plunge his 
steely blade into her cunt he'd never make it. He'd waste it in the air. 

He leaned forward to hug her warm body from behind. He cupped both of those 
rich tits from behind and felt her hard nipples burn ecstatically in his 
palms. 

"You-crazy," he managed. 

"Crazy world," she laughed. 

She began to move slowly, tensing her smooth buttocks so they pleased him as 
she moved. All he had to do was hold onto her body, let her move her loins 
and squeeze on him, and he got terrific feeling all along his prick. That 
was all he dared to do, locked in her tight chamber. If he added his own 
strokes and increased the friction he'd uncork in a flash. All he could do 
was hold on, revel in the feel of that nude, violated soft body working 
under him and moan in rising joy. 

Sue was plenty hot under him. Her breath came in short gasps and her busy 
finger whipped her up to a new orgasm. He felt his own rich delights grow 
and grow. From his toes to his head his body was one enormous extension of 
his swollen, pleasure-tortured cock and he was going to glide right into 
heaven when he passed the point of no return. 

"HOTTER, HOTTER," she keened. "OH, YOU'VE FUCKED MY ASS!" 

"CAN'T BELIEVE-SO SEXXXY, CRAZY," he answered. 

He could feel her body tense right up to her explosion as she used his pole 
to bring herself to a state of frantic desire. 

"WANT IT ... DEEP ... DEEP ... SO GOOD," she whimpered. 

He hung on for dear life, willing for her to succumb to his prick a second 
time, feeling very virile as her sweating body twisted and she jerked and 
finally went into a freeze, her muscles steel under the velvet of her skin. 

"HOT GLOR-EEE," she sang. 

This time he felt her sphincter throb without her control. He felt her 
internal spasms as her cunt quaked on her finger. It was the sweetest time 
in sex of all, when he could unleash his full male drive at once and thunder 
down the stretch to heaven. 

He fucked her viciously, madly, in driving himself over her orgasm-and gave 
her extra pleasure as he managed ten animal strokes of vigor before he went 
faint and dizzy and locked. He gave a low-down greasy grunt and held her 
body tight, cock dug deep up her ass. 

"AT LAAAAAAST!" he cried happily. 

Spurt, spurt, spurt. It really came then and she squirmed and cried out her 
wonder at receiving the enema of his body hot sperm deep in her ravaged 
tender parts. He felt the glorious out-rush of passion, letting his body 
explode again and again in happy, relieving spurts, in darting flames, in 
possessive, selfish jerks of hot male seed implanted in her sensitive female 
tunnel. 

She had lifted for his charge, but now she sank, gibbering in joy at losing 
her anal virginity, and he tapered, but still managed to throw a little more 
of his seed into her, totally emptying his young reservoir. 

"Anyway, Sue-got it off-in you," he said as the afterglow began. 

"Oh, lover, you did it perfect," she said. "Better than Don by far." 

Richie, cheek on her nude shoulder, grinned. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The stakeout in the cave made Irene nervous. For one thing, it was warmer 
than she'd figured. During the day the Western prairie heated up, while a 
cave was cool. By nightfall, the warm air had penetrated the cave while the 
outdoors cooled off. For another Maddox had insisted that she bring Richie 
into the cave with her. 

"Carl's last suspicion goes when he sees you with the boy. He knows you 
wouldn't risk the safety of your nephews if there was any danger of 
shooting. You have to be alone in there-with the money-when Trost and the 
bikers come. They'll probably have a truck ready to load the guns they're 
buying from Trost." 

That was it-guns. Maddox had told her that Albuerque seemed to be a way 
station in a loose network of places across the country by which weapons 
made in the Eastern gun factories filtered West and sometimes out of the 
country. For some time now the worst of the bike groups had made income by 
transporting guns for various groups ... criminals, left wing terrorist 
organizations of the most violent type, and even foreign buyers who smuggled 
weapons into the trouble spots of the world. He thought Trost ran a 
"warehouse," stocking various kinds of arms for all sorts of customers, hand 
guns, rifles, machine guns. bazookas, hand grenades and automatic weapons. 
The bikers were from California, so they might be transporting for a left 
wing terrorist group or for an overseas buyer. 

So she and Richie were in the cave with a long time to wait. At least a 
couple of hours. Don and Sue were outside with the Sheriff's men-Maddox did 
not trust Don, who was a little gun happy, inside of the cave. Richie wasn't 
hung up on guns. 

Irene felt uncomfortable with Richie. It was the first time they'd been 
alone together since he'd attacked her and forced perverted sex on her. She 
handled it by ignoring it, planning never to mention it to the boy. She 
didn't think there'd be any more problems with that ... Sue was the center 
of attraction now. Something must've happened on that ride Richie had taken 
with Sue earlier today, but what? Right after the two came back, Richie 
seemed excited and happy. Now he was glum, rotten company. How could you 
figure young people? ... One thing was for sure-she'd have to ship Sue off, 
as soon as this trouble was over because she suspected that there was going 
to be sex trouble if she didn't. 

Hot, uncomfortable. Irene wished she'd worn cut-off shorts like Sue had. The 
girl had taken a pair of old jeans and cut off the legs close to the crotch. 
Irene wished she had a pair. Sue probably did it to show off her shapely 
thighs and calves, but Irene wanted them for the comfort. She realized that 
she had all the makings right now. There was her knife in her belt, like all 
ranchers carried, useful in a thousand ways, and she wore old jeans that she 
could easily doctor if she wanted. Why not? She was nervous and wanted to do 
something with her hands. 

Richie had gone off to explore the main cavern; she was alone. Richie wanted 
to find the secret entrance that hid Trost's warehouse. She didn't think he 
would because Trost would've put a large immovable boulder in front of it. 
She thought it would be a small hole, leading into a second large chamber 
housing the guns. Maddox had never been able to find it so she doubted that 
Richie would, but it gave him something to do. 

Coyote Cave was something like a miniature Carlsbad. The main chamber, the 
only one anybody knew about, was better than a hundred yards in diameter, 
with piles and islands of rock everywhere, giving it a spooky moon-landscape 
effect. Near the outer entrance was a "chimney" which enabled the users to 
build a fire. She'd built a small one tonight for light and cheerfulness, 
but now it was too hot. She took a flashlight and moved back into the 
shadows. There were a dozen nooks and crannies where she was concealed from 
the rest of the chamber. 

She took off her jeans and, after a moment's hesitation, took off her 
panties, too. Ahhh, it did feel good to cool her legs. Her bra cut into her, 
too. On impulse she stripped off her shirt and removed her bra. For long 
seconds she stood there in the dimness, nude except for her cowboy boots, 
grinning to think of all the men outside and even 

Richie inside, who'd love to see her in this state. She felt comfortable now 
and also felt a twinge of sexiness to be standing here naked in this cave in 
the dim light, with flickering shadows on the walls from the fire and the 
small white gleam of her flashlight. She played with her cunt for a moment, 
thinking of all the people who must've screwed in here, even though it was 
private property. Caves were sexy, make no mistake. 

She laid aside her white nylon panties and bra and gave herself some rich 
strokes before guilt set in and she quit. She didn't want young Richie to 
catch her at it, not that he could come up on her without her hearing his 
footsteps. 

She put on her shirt, buttoned it, and completed her job, cutting off the 
shorts with her knife and putting them on. They fit snug and sexy to her 
hips and crotch and she felt infinitely more comfortable. It was probably a 
bit of a come-on, exposing her curved thighs and legs, but tonight nobody's 
mind would be on sex ... still over an hour to go. She wandered back to the 
fire and Richie appeared out of the darkness. 

He took one look at her changed costume and came right up to her, eyes 
gleaming on her exposed thighs and legs. 

"Aunt Irene, I need sex." He tried to grab her. 

She whipped back, startled. She hadn't even thought the cut-off shorts would 
affect him. 

"Richie, that's crazy." 

"No, listen," he begged, following her around the fire. "I-I'm in deep 
trouble. I think there's something sexually wrong with me. I-I-had perverted 
sex with Sue today." 

"Wha-what?" 

He told her in a rush of words, how Sue had been excited on the ride and 
he'd gone for her. How they had started to do it-and how it had ended up in 
that anal thing again. 

"It's driving me nuts," he said, eyes large with pain. "I'll never be able 
to have normal sex the way I'm going." 

"Richie, Richie, you're only nineteen. You've got years and years to 
normalize your love life. A couple of incidents mean nothing." 

"If you could only-" 

"No," she said firmly, and with compassion she hoped. "We must not touch 
each other. I'll never touch Don again. I went through a bad time there, but 
I've put it behind me. We have to put these little missteps behind us." 

He nodded and sat down by the fire. She sat down, too, relieved that he 
wasn't going to pull another crazy stunt on her. He had had bad luck, and 
his story about Sue was shocking. She would certainly have to send the girl 
on her way tomorrow. She sat down cross-legged and tried to talk to him 
about other ranch affairs, but he was sunk back into his gloom. Presently he 
wandered off with an exclamation of impatience. 

Was it possible the boy was a little warped? If so, was it her fault? She 
pondered that sadly, staring into the fire. Well, if she sat cross-legged 
like this, at least he wouldn't get too much stimulation from staring at her 
legs. She should not have cut off those jeans... 

It was about fifteen minutes later that she began to hear spooky sounds, 
soft groans and little gasps. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. 
Whatever in the world was Richie up to? She caught up her flashlight and 
explored. 

She found him quickly enough. He was in the same little niche that she'd 
used to doctor her jeans. He sat on the soft sandy floor. His pants and 
shorts were off. His shirt was open. He had his hand on his cock, but what 
really blew her mind was that he masturbated-into her white nylon panties! 
The soft, gleaming material completely covered his penis and he groaned in 
deep enthrallment as he drilled himself. 

"Richie-my God," she cried. "What're you doing? Stop that." 

His face turned up to hers. In the dim light it was flushed with sex need, 
but in misery. 

"Got to get it off-feel better. I found these-" 

"Oh, Richie." She dropped on her knees in front of him. 

"Your panties-feel so great," he said. He kept working his cock. "I told 
you-I'm perverted." 

She rocked in front of him, not knowing what to say or do. She knew what he 
must not do. She pulled her panties off his member and out of his hand. 

"You're not perverted, dammit," she said in agony. "Lots of men do things 
like that." 

"And like fucking women in the ass-hole?" 

She stared at his cock, stiff, red and powerful. She felt some of her own 
sexuality tear loose. 

"RICHIE, RICHIE," she moaned. 

"HELP ME," he begged. "PLEASE HELP ME." 

She wanted to lecture him. She wanted to take him in her arms and soothe 
him. She wanted to kid him out of his depression. She took hold of his young 
prick, and it was as if she held molten fire in her hand. Her belly 
thrilled. 

"RICHIE, I-" 

"PLEASE," he begged. 

His stiff rod was hot, the skin soft and velvety over the rigid muscle. It 
was such a beautiful thing, virile and eager. His balls were tight with 
juice. Her breathing deepened. She looked over her shoulder, but knew they 
were quite safe from observation. It was far too early for the bikers and 
Carl, and it was far too late for Maddox to risk a peek in the cave to see 
how she was doing in case the others came early. Anyway, in this dimness 
you'd have plenty of warning if anyone came in. 

She slid his sturdy manmeat into her mouth. Immediately she felt a sweet sex 
rush right to the top of her head and down her body. The primitive 
surroundings had given her a bit of an edge, too. 

"AHHH, IRENE. OHHH, THAT'S GREAT," he moaned softly. He fucked up into her 
mouth, and at that moment she really loved the boy. She'd really been too 
harsh on him, ignoring him in favor of Don. 

"Well, Richie, this isn't perverted," she reassured him with a short, warm 
laugh. "Men and women do this all the time. 

But, of course, she was back into incest again. Yet she had to drain his 
prick and reassure him. She hefted his balls and took a long luscious pull 
of his blade. He cooed in satisfaction. 

'THAT FEELS SO GREAT. SOOO GOOD. I'VE NEVER HAD THAT-AH, R-R-RIGHT IN YOUR 
M-MOUTH." 

It felt good to her, too. She tried to stroke herself between the legs, but 
the jeans were too stiff. She exclaimed in annoyance and took them down. Her 
jeans had made a lot of trouble tonight. Meanwhile the excited Richie 
unbuttoned her shirt and went for her tits, capturing a warm, full globe in 
each hand. If he were perverted, he certainly didn't lack aggressiveness. 
His hands on her breasts felt fabulous. Her nipples were already hard and 
now she felt her cunt cream and her body sink into the sweetness of opening 
sexuality. She took Richie's prick into her mouth again and sucked him, 
making him quiver in delight and cry out. 

"OH, WOW-I NEED THAT. THAT'S SO GREAT." 

She made a pleased sound in her throat. She jogged her cunt now, and really 
got with it. Both were naked except for their shirts, open to each other to 
stroke hot flesh. Both of them were in a hot loving mood, and the dimness 
and the primitive setting of the cave made the sex doubly exciting. There 
were people all around them outside, and yet they were safe in this private, 
secret world. 

Richie was content to sit there cooing, driving his rod up into her mouth 
and relishing the growing intensity of pleasure from the tight cocksuck. 
Irene knew she wanted more. Further, Richie would deserve it and it would 
help cure his mistaken idea that he was somehow perverted. She made him lie 
flat, and while he watched with eyes big in wonder, she mounted his hips. 

"OH, AUNT IRENE," he called in ultimate delight. 

'This time you'll have normal sex," she told him. Then she reached back, 
took his cock, and fed it to her hotly flowing cunt. She looked down on him 
as he looked up at her. Aunt and nephew stared hungrily at each other. Then 
his cock meat invaded her cunt meat and they both groaned in joy to feel the 
start of the fuck. 

"If it wasn't-hard sand-you could be on top," she said. "You're too big and 
heavy, outside the bedroom." 

"I LIKE IT-OHHH, FINE," he whispered. 

It felt so great to him finally to be doing it the right way. Above him 
Irene floated, a fabulous sight with the dark shirt thrown open to reveal 
her creamy flesh, naked in the flashlight glow, big breasts free and 
revealed, her lush torso flowing down to her V, where their flesh melted in 
a sexual lock. She leaned forward to hug him, warm breasts with hard nipples 
digging into his bare chest. Her soft lips closed on his and he drove his 
questing tongue into her mouth to explore and excite. His hands controlled 
her buttocks as she made delicate, suave loin motions to please her clit 
with his prick. He, panting, thrust up-up and down, up and down, savoring 
the tight seal between manhood and womanhood, lost to this new, fabulous 
world of normal, fulfilling sex. 

"I-needed this," he said. 

"You'll be-a great lover," she answered. "Never mind the trouble you had 
getting started." 

She hugged him again and their bodies plunged fiercely as they rode each 
other faster and faster. She felt shamed to think that the boy was only 
nineteen and her nephew at that, but her body accepted the richness and 
moaning delight of the young male lover experiencing his first real sex 
encounter. Temporarily all thoughts of why they were here and what would 
come later passed from her mind as she let herself drift into the rich 
feelings that the cock raised in her. Sex was sooo good. It was going to be 
hard to put it all aside later. 

They passed the first thrill stage of the beginning of the fuck and she 
began to teach him the little extras of love-how to kiss and nibble and 
excite around her throat, how she could delight him with sucking his male 
nipples, how she could shift her action to give herself and him even more 
pleasure, moving her hips in an ellipse instead of a circular motion. They 
thrilled hotter and hotter, low voices beginning to turn into animal grunts. 
They were no longer separate identities but hot, mingled flesh, male and 
female, prick and cunt working to bathe each other with love juices, hers 
now and his later. 

"AH, I-GETTING THERE," he cried softly. 

"You'll drain in me-and it will all be normal," she said. It was just as 
well she'd had this opportunity to make it up to him and ease his worries. 

Standing just outside the flashlight gleam and staring at them. Sue Kendall 
watched with big-eyed wonder. "Wow" she said wordlessly in her mind. 
Imagine! That sex maniac, Irene, fucked her own nephew. Sheriff Maddox had 
sent Sue inside to check and see that everything was all right. It was right 
as rain and twice as sexy. Sue really felt shook up now. Since this 
afternoon she had come to prefer Richie to Don. She had at last found a man 
who liked to fuck her ass. Now here was his aunt giving him normal sex, the 
perverted woman. Imagine screwing your own nephew! She'd probably been at 
Don, too. The Post Ranch was a nest of incestuous sex. Wow! Just the same, 
it was a beautiful sight to see the boy locked against the woman and both of 
them plunging away as if the world might end in ten minutes. She ducked out 
without interrupting. She reported to the Sheriff that everything was all 
right inside the cave. 

"I suppose they're bored waiting," said Maddox. 

Sue thought of those naked, twisting and twining bodies, the grunts and 
moans, and the sight of Richie's hungry prick, gleaming with Irene's cunt 
honey, driving into Irene's swollen box. 

"Definitely not," she said. "I would say they aren't bored." 

Inside the cave, Richie felt his prick slacken and strain as the urgent 
message of orgasm claimed his muscles. 

"It's coming-" he whispered. 

His body did feel so great, locking to work off its spurts into his lovely 
aunt's throbbing pussy. It was doubly great to know that at last he would 
complete a normal sex act. His body suspended and he felt that gorgeous 
chasm of suspension before explosion. Then a gradual flush of desire gripped 
his whole body and everything narrowed down to the feeling in his loins as 
he gave a final grunt. Wham, wham, wham. There it came, huge darts of male 
liquid burst into his aunt's tight slit, seeding her richly. Ahhh, it felt 
so good. 

"DONE," he cried happily as he spurted. 

Irene wanted to prolong her own sex ride past his orgasm so Richie would 
know the thrill of the cunt pumping as he poured out liquid, but she was too 
hot. As soon as he spurted, it threw her into her own sex culmination. 

"RIIIGHT WITH YOU," she whispered. 

Her cunt locked on his exploding prick and she went, throbbing and quaking, 
gasping and cooing, holding on tight and giving up her woman-hood to the wet 
bursts of his young manhood. It was so 
delicious-relieving-heavenly-rewarding-to take that hot seed into her body. 
They clung and spent, clung and spent magnificently..... 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Sheriff Maddox knocked on the door of the van and slid into where Sue and 
Don waited. 

"It's about a quarter to ten," he said. "From now on, be sure there are no 
lights and no sounds. They won't see the van, what with the way we piled 
that brush and rocks outside, but a light or a sound could tip them off." 

"Right," said Don. 

Sue nodded. Then she said: 'The only thing I don't understand about your 
operation is why you let them take all those guns off the farm first." 

Don and the Sheriff both stared at her in shock. 

"WHAT GUNS-OFF WHAT FARM!" cried Maddox. 

"Why the stuff I saw piled up in that old food cellar at the Post Farm." 

"WHAT FOOD CELLAR?" 

She pulled back at their excitement. "Why, I thought you knew all about 
that. It's your farm." 

Don shrugged, but Maddox said: 

'Tell us about it. Sue." 

She said she'd found the trap doors, leading into the earth half hidden 
under the hay that had been unbaled for the horses and cattle to eat, in a 
big pile on the barn floor. 

'The night I hid out there-when Richie helped me. I wanted to wait till dawn 
before I took off. I scrounged for a place to hide. Under the hay I found 
those cellar doors, flush with the ground. I knew what it was. I've seen 'em 
on old farms up in Wyoming. Before refrigeration and the countryside got 
electrified, they used to have these food cellars where you could keep stuff 
like meat and vegetables and fruit all the year round, sort of buried in the 
earth. They're sort of like wine cellars, cool and damp." 

She went on to say that she'd hid out down in the old food cellar until 
dawn, when she stole Don's van. She noticed some guns down there, but just 
thought maybe the neighbors kept extra stuff-or maybe the Posts were gun 
nuts. 

'There were machine guns, everything." 

"We've been had!" said Maddox. 'There aren't any arms in the cave. Never 
was. They were at the farm all the time." 

"I didn't even know about that food cellar," said Don. "I don't think Aunt 
Irene knows about it either. She's never mentioned it." 

The Sheriff exploded out of the van, waving his flashlight and shouted to 
his men to assemble. In a few minutes the Sheriff's cars roared off into the 
night, leaving Don and Sue to pick up Irene and Richie from the cave. Then 
they sped through the warm night, Irene fussing with herself. 

"I should've known. That first time when Carl wanted to deal me in, when he 
and the Professor came to me, they wanted us, all three, to take a trip to 
the range. That would've left the farm vacant. If the guns were in the cave 
he wouldn't have needed that." 

"But you have the money," Don protested. 

"No difference. Carl loads the trucks for the bikers and they take off. Carl 
knew I'd pay. If I didn't he could tip off the authorities, maybe even the 
Bureau of Alcohol, Tax and Firearms Control. He thought Maddox was in on it. 
He knew that Maddox wouldn't risk an investigation, even if I would." 

Don groaned. "We're going to miss all the fun. They've probably loaded and 
gone by now." 

But he got more action than he bargained for when they reached the farm. Two 
big U-Drive trucks had been loaded and were just pulling out when the 
Sheriff's vehicles arrived. The police drivers stopped and swung their 
vehicles across the farm road that led to the county highway. Undaunted, the 
bikers drove right off the road and across the fields to reach the highway. 
Don saw clearly what was happening, though the others didn't. 

"Hold tight," he ordered. 

He swerved the van off the road and raced over the bumping ground to head 
off the lead truck, the girls screaming at the bouncing ride and Richie 
shouting in glee. The big truck loomed up in front of him, and in the lights 
Don saw the Professor's horrified face. 

"Grab something," Don ordered the van's occupants. Then he hunched his 
shoulders and slammed the accelerator to the floor, heading right into the 
front of the first truck-and there was a loud crash- 

Irene felt the world turn upside down for her as she grabbed Richie. Sue 
grabbed him from the other side and they rolled together as the impact came. 
All was the "WHAM" of the collision and chaos. . . 

Don was the first to crawl out of the wrecked van, which was on its side, 
one wheel still spinning. He had a slight cut on his face. 

"Well, Sheriff, did we stop 'em or didn't we?' 

"You stopped 'em, boy, but-my God-that small van against the big truck-" 

"My van," said Don proudly, "could stop a Greyhound Bus. It's padded like 
you wouldn't believe." 

And it turned out to be true. Sue and Richie emerged. Sue with a minor head 
bump and Richie with a torn shirt. Irene appeared at the doors of the van 
but did not attempt to get out. She looked dazed. 

"You're hurt!" cried Maddox, rushing up to help her. "Let me help you out of 
there." 

"No." 

"I'll send for the medics," he cried. 

'The medics can't help my problem," she said, with resignation. "Sue will 
have to go into the ranch house to bring me first aid. I lost my pants and 
can't find 'em anywhere 

Carl Trost sat handcuffed in the rear of one of the police cars. When Irene 
peered in, he merely slumped down in his seat and tilted his ten gallon hat 
over his face to hide it. That was how he chose to go out of her life. 
Jumper and the Hawk ignored her and everybody else. They took to the irons 
as if they'd been handcuffed many times before. It didn't look like it was 
any big deal for them. The Professor came last, and he was smiling. 

"I didn't trust Trost, and knew it would be a frost," he said, amused by his 
near-poetry. 'There were some hot moments, though. I think I could learn to 
like ranch life, dear lady." 

"Not on my ranch." 

"Who knows. They have parole, and I like your spread." He winked at the 
double meaning and an officer pushed him, handcuffed, into a car, and the 
caravan roared off into the night while Irene was left with a blush on her 
face..... 

There was no ranch business except necessary chores on the next day as they 
all had to go into town and make statements. There were also interviews for 
the papers and the local TV stations, and the four of them were heroes for 
the moment, especially Don for his bold act with the van. It took another 
day for everybody to settle down from all the excitement. Irene was on the 
phone a lot, while Don and Richie took pictures, talked to their parents in 
Europe by transatlantic phone, and wrote letters to all their friends in 
Indianapolis, to be accompanied by clippings from the local papers..... 

Irene called a meeting of the young people just after dinner on the third 
day when things had finally settled down. 

'The excitement's over," she told them solemnly. "We're going to have to get 
back to running the ranch. I haven't been out to see the herds and check 
with Ramos, so we'll prepare for that trip ... Sue, I don't know what to say 
to you. We all J ike you and would like you to stay for a while-but it could 
be awkward." 

The boys protested. They wanted Sue to stay the rest of the summer. Sue 
shook her head. 

"Your aunt's right, fellows. I'd like to stay, but there's a hazard. I think 
she feels there's been too much, uh, sex." 

"No," cried Don. 

"No, no," cried Richie. 

"'No' is the word," said Irene. "Without going into detail, I think things 
have gotten out of hand and they can't be allowed to go on. For the days 
she's here, I don't want Sue alone with you boys at any time, day or night. 
You boys wil! have to sit on your impulses around me, too. There'll be no 
more bending of morality on this ranch for the rest of the summer. If you 
try anything, I'll send you back home on the next plane, to sit around in 
Indianapolis and water the lawn while you wait for your folks to come home. 
That's final. There'll be no more sex in this house." 

They didn't care much for that, but she retired to her bedroom later that 
night, satisfied that she'd finally put an end to all the inexcusable erotic 
behavior that she herself must share the blame for. She blamed the Trost 
thing-but that was over now. 

She took Sue into her bedroom-but Sue had a separate cot now, and the 
youngster was soon asleep. Irene retired with great satisfaction. At last 
she'd taken charge of the boys and charge of her own base instincts. The 
boys certainly had no complaint. They'd learned a lot about sex, and she 
owed them no more..... 

The boys crept into her bedroom about midnight. They were both naked and 
both hard. Sue slipped out of her cot and sat on the edge. They whispered a 
moment and the nude girl took first one and then the other of the young 
cocks into her mouth and sucked while they breathed heavily and giggled in 
pleasure. But Irene stirred, so they moved to the bed. The first thing Irene 
knew was that she had come awake to find adhesive tape over her mouth and 
her hands and feet tied. They'd taken off the gown she'd gone to sleep in, 
and now they bore her, rapidly and efficiently, out of the house to the 
barn. 

Sue followed. At first, in her dazed condition, Irene thought that the 
bikers had escaped and returned to the ranch, but by the time her nephews 
laid her down on the hay pile, tied up, gagged and stark naked, she saw it 
was only her three youngsters. 

"You see we're following your rules," said Don. "No more sex in the house." 

'The boys want to go with me to Dallas," said Sue. "It wasn't my idea, and 
I've been arguing with them, but they say we'll go tomorrow." 

"So then you won't have to have sex with us anymore," said Richie. 'This is 
a kind of farewell party." 

'The thing is. Aunt Irene," said Don, "we just can't give it up. We like sex 
too much. We've had a great time on the ranch, but we'd die if we had to 
work side by side with you for the rest of the summer without having sex. It 
has come to this." 

Don went on to explain that when the bikers first caught him and Sue they'd 
been tied up and left alone in the cave. 

"Somehow we got into sex, Irene," he said. "It was great. It was fabulous. 
Richie wants to try it, too. But we thought we'd give you the same thrills 
before we left. I mean, it isn't likely that you'll find anybody who'd dare 
try it on you, right?" 

"Mrawrll, mwrarrr," she went. 

Irene was shocked, outraged and furious at this treatment. Why, the boys had 
turned into sex maniacs, helped along, of course, by that rutting little 
bitch. Sue. She struggled with her bonds, but they'd tied her too well. 
Worse, she felt her cunt heating up over being at their mercy, and with 
their threats of sex. But there was nothing she could do about it for the 
moment. They were all naked and ready for action. 

Richie and Sue tied Don's wrists and ankles. They laid him face up on the 
straw, his big prick hard, jutting up from his belly. They picked up Irene 
and fitted her on top of his body. Her eyes blazing her protests, she 
struggled and squirmed and made protest sounds behind her gag, but the young 
people were inexorable. They actually held her hips still and pulled apart 
her thighs so that Don's cock could find its target. She felt his powerful 
root dig at her cunt lips and then he found her tunnel. Those young loins 
pumped furiously and she almost died with the sex rush she felt as his cock 
violated her cunt. He kept bucking and driving his stiff blade until it was 
fully seated inside of her body. 

Oh, oh, oh. It felt fantastic. She got dizzy in spite of herself. Her 
adrenalin already ran from anger and the sex excitement took off from there. 
Don began to fuck up into her. 

They were right, at least, about being tied. It was the weirdest sensation 
she'd ever had, not to be able to use her hands and not to be able to 
control her body. She began to sweat at once, matching the moist heat of 
Don's body, and he moved under her. It felt like his prick was tearing clear 
up to her stomach in rich, wild friction. He grunted and keened in hot 
pleasure. 

"OH. MAN, IT'S REALLY SOMETHING. IT'S CRAZY," he gasped. 

There was no way to kiss, either, but Richie lifted her torso and Don was 
able to suck her naked nipple into his mouth. He gurgled happily and she 
felt new sweeps of pleasure down her body. She wanted to hold onto her 
anger, shock and outrage, but that sexy shaft working in and out of her, 
thrilling her tight cunt, massaging her clit, began to make that a second 
order of business. Her belly, her sex equipment, had never felt so hot. She 
tried to lift her loins to uncock her raunchy nephew, but the result was the 
opposite. When she moved that way she added to the hot friction. 

"LOOK AT HER ASS MOVE. DAMNED BUT SHE HAS A BEAUTIFUL ASS," said Sue. She 
knelt beside the tied, fucking couple and began to kiss Irene's buttocks, 
which added more pleasure to the action. Sue worked her tongue up and down 
Irene's crack and Irene began to tremble. If they kept on like this she was 
going to have the master orgasm of all time and faint dead away. 

Sue boldly ran her hands over the center of the fuck, where Don's cock 
plunged in and out of his aunt's box. 

"You ought to feel this, Richie. I can get my finger a little way up between 
his prick and her pussy." 

"Hey, that's even b-b-better," cried Don. 

It was better for Irene, too. Sue's finger added new pressure to her burning 
clit, and now she was drenched in sweat and beginning to go wild with fuck 
desire. Her naked belly sucked obscenely on Don's. 

Richie knelt on the other side and began to feel up the place where cock met 
cunt. Sue moved her finger back a couple of inches to touch Irene's pucker. 

"Isn't it amazing how tight an ass-hole locks?" asked the anal-oriented 
girl. "I wonder what her tunnel feels like." 

Don groaned and Irene shivered in ecstasy as new nerves were stimulated, 
this time in the ring around her sphincter. 

"All ass-holes are alike, you nerd," laughed Richie. 

"I've got to know." 

Irene tried to lock her rear entrance from the girl's probing fingers, but 
didn't have the strength. She almost blew off her gag in the cry she had to 
give when Sue forced open her butt. She felt the girl's wicked finger steal 
right into her sensitive hole and dig up inside. 

"M RE EE E EE," she protested. 

"I CAN FEEL YOUR FINGER UP HER ASS," cried Don. "Wow, there it is, right on 
the other side of her membrane, or whatever, grooving on my cock." 

"I'll bet we can make her scream with pleasure," said Sue. "I wish we had 
her vibrator. I could make her sexy back hole drive her mad with pleasure." 

'That finger-inside her-on my cock," groaned Don. "Wild." 

"Hey, Don," cried Sue. "I'll bet I could jack you off through her wall while 
you're fucking her. If I could get two fingers inside of her." 

"You nerd," laughed Richie. He still stroked Irene's clit alongside the 
working cock. 

"Here goes," said Sue. 'Two fingers up that lovely ass-hole." 

"MREEE! MREEEEEE!" 

"SHE'S-F-F-FUCKING NOW," gasped Don. "OH, SHE'S FUCKING NOW!" 

She wasn't. Irene, in her sweet distress, was trying to protect her 
sensitive anus from Sue's assault, but couldn't. The girl plunged two 
fingers inside, stretching her muscle with pain and then fondling Don's cock 
through the wall of flesh that separated her vagina from her rear tunnel. 
She felt faint and hotly sexy. She'd never felt anything like this in her 
life. 

"I got to get into this," said Richie. 

"Maybe she'll suck you," said Sue, absorbed in her anal delights. All these 
years of secret letches for this kind of joy, and at last she had it. It was 
really sexy for her to play around inside of another adult human's ass-hole. 

Irene was beside herself. The pressure on her clit, the use of her rear 
tunnel, the feel of fingers and cocks inside of her, crazed and glazed her. 
She felt stuffed. She felt as if she were completely opened out and taking 
the world into her body, front and back, and enjoying the wildest 
stimulation she'd ever dreamed could happen. 

"URK, URK, URK." 

"No," said Richie. "She'd bite me if I tried to stick it in her mouth. Let 
me stick it up her butt. I've done it. I'm not afraid!" 

Sue cheered, Don cried encouragement, and Irene's protests were to no avail. 
Her poor, sexed up loins had produced a sea of woman juice, with which 
Richie could grease his cock. Sue had already stretched her sphincter so 
that his cock fucked into her rear as easily as Don had taken her swollen 
cunt. Both her nephews' pricks were inside of her at the same time and she 
rocked, tied up, in the sweetest, hottest sexual experience she'd ever 
experienced. She was one big fuck hole and those enormous cocks crazed her. 

No sooner had Richie set up a rhythm to match his brother's so that they 
sawed and frictioned lusciously into her body than Sue began to play with 
Richie's ass-hole. 

"I've got to get in there!" cried Sue. "I've never been inside a male 
ass-hole." 

"OH, AAAGGGHHH, MY ASS... 

"IT FEELS GREAT," cried Sue happily. "IT'S BIGGER." 

"AH, SUE, AH," went Richie. He felt like the top of his head was coming off 
in pleasure. After all, his prostate was just inside of his rear door, and 
when Sue stroked up his gut she brushed his sac, giving him a sexy, silken 
feeling of a burn. With his Aunt's intestine walls already gripping his cock 
and giving him friction joy, with the feel of her soft, naked and voluptuous 
body quivering under him, he was walking right up the walls. 

"AH, AH, AH." 

"I'LL BET I CAN MAKE YOU SHOOT," cried Sue. 

"DO IT, DO IT," called Don. "I'm almost there. Irene's going crazy. If he 
spurts it's gonna sweep her along and that'll bring me off for sure." 

"NOW!" he screamed. 

He locked in a beautiful freeze, with his cock stroked to glory inside his 
Aunt's ass, and his prostate stroked to explosion by Sue's finger. 

Gung, gung, gung. He rinsed deep in Irene's ass with wild darts of hot, 
liquid joy. He felt a tremendous thrill at this new experience, having his 
ass finger-reamed while he spurted into the female butt under him. He whined 
and jerked and loaded Irene's anus with a body hot enema, exploding over and 
over. 

She was already dazed and near the end of her rope from all the wild prick 
action. Her insides felt as if they had all turned into wire-hot pleasure 
nerves that would overload her brain when she went. But she had to go. 

She blew the tape off her mouth as she shrieked. 

"EEEEEEEEE!" 

Her cunt exploded with heavy, thick throbs. Her sphincter joined in, 
squeezing Richie's bursting cock to add to his delight. Shocks of golden 
pleasure wracked her whole body as she jerked and whined and quaked and 
squirmed in her sweet orgasmic distress. 

"OH, NO. OH, NO. NO, NO, NO," she begged, feeling she couldn't stand all of 
the pleasure glaze. She ceased to exist except as a pleasure vessel, her 
whole nervous system singing and spending in fantastic joyful surrender. She 
was lost in a purple land of passion where everything was a magnificent 
tensing and exploding, over and over. 

Don cried out. 

"HERE IT COMES!" 

It was his turn to give an animal groan and pay off into his aunt's cunt. 
Locked deep in her body, he burst with heavy, juicy gushes of seed that 
burned against her womb wall. Shock after shock of male liquid, delivered 
with terrific back pressure bolted inside of Irene and she slid on the sweat 
of their bellies, taking this second master ejaculation. She just kept on 
throbbing, pleasing Don with her cunt quakes and Richie with her sphincter 
squeezes, drawing in all the pumping starch their exploding male guns could 
shoot into her. 

There were long moments of silence in the barn while the three exhausted 
lovers rested in their euphoria, recovering from the heavy trip. That left 
Sue, who had not gotten it off. She eased Irene onto her face and cut the 
ropes that tied her wrists and ankles. 

"Was it a trip?" asked Sue with anxious innocence. 

"It was a trip," said Irene. She knew that finally, with both her nephews 
working on her at once, she'd reach the ultimate limit of her sex and love 
abilities. She tried to be angry with the youngsters but simply felt too 
good. She felt attitudes and ideas changing inside of her. 

Nothing was required right now. The boys dutifully took on Sue to give her 
back some of the pleasure she'd brought them. Don kissed her mouth, kissed 
her breasts, and made love to her while Richie propelled his head between 
her legs to suck her. She was high and hot enough to respond very quickly, 
especially when Richie felt inside of her ass to add her special kind of 
pleasure. Irene found it fascinating to watch the three naked young people 
play with this sex. Their bodies were absolutely fantastic. Their lovemaking 
was tender, deep and real-they really dug each other. Instead of Sue having 
to cleave to one or the other, she was open to both of them. 

And she? She had no doubt that it was now far too late to push everyone's 
sexuality back into a box and walk away from it. The youngsters 
instinctively knew this and were prepared to leave her if necessary to 
continue the enriched lives sex and love brought them. Don and Richie had 
come to her ranch as immature adults-now in a short period she'd changed 
them into maturity. It was unfortunate that they were her nephews, but that 
was how it came out. 

"Let's all go back in the house," she told the three when Sue had been given 
her sweet release by Richie's suck. 

She took them all into her bedroom, and they watched her with solemn eyes. 

"I don't feel right about this yet," she said. "We seem to be wild for each 
other's bodies and create an erotic community. These things don't work over 
a long run. On the other hand, it's even worse to turn away from love when 
love is rich and rewarding. Maybe it was the excitement and the problems of 
Trost and the bikers that got us started, but it's too late to turn back 
now. I think we have to live together in a completely open way to see if it 
is lust that will burn out or love that will take other directions. I see no 
point in rules. Sue will stay with us and we'll do the work of the ranch and 
try to relate as each day passes. If it gets into jealousies and fights, 
that will set our limits. My mistake all along has been to try and set rules 
of an outside morality against four hot, eager and sexed-up personalities." 

The youngsters cheered-then they all piled into the big bed with lots of 
laughing and kidding. They really wanted the orgy to go on all night. She 
thought it well might. The lust storm would have to run its course..... 

She dozed while the others got off their excess energy. Soon she felt her 
own desires rise. When Don crawled over and began to kiss and fondle her, 
she relaxed and let all of her inhibitions go. Soon she was hot between the 
legs and her cunt was rich with the juices of wanting. 

'This is the best," he whispered, sliding between her legs. 

"I hope it lasts the summer," she answered. But who could control the 
future? 

She opened her legs and felt again the sweet joy of the young prick driving 
up her eager cunt. They both groaned in delight, and Don was no longer the 
neophyte, but a well-trained lover who knew exactly how to move to please 
her. They rocked in ecstatic joy, and then, with the first excitement of 
penetration over, she became aware that Richie was fucking Sue right 
alongside of her. The happy grunts and groans of the other couple somehow 
mingled with her own luscious pleasure. She was glad to note that this time 
the two were indugling in normal sex. The girl was a little too hung up on 
anal activity. Maybe she'd be able to get it out of her system... 

She turned her head and found herself staring into the soft, glowing eyes of 
Sue, close beside her. 

"Boys, move closer," she ordered. 

Then, as the two males drilled into the respective cunts of the women, she 
and Sue began to kiss. 

"I love you," Sue told her. 

"I love you," Irene responded. 

They began to kiss, and Irene felt in seventh heaven as she was drilled by 
Don's cock while she hot-kissed the young girl being taken by the other 
youngster. She inserted her hand between the smooth young bellies. She was 
able to feel Richie's stiff, wet cock drilling into Sue's soft cunt. 
Presently she felt Sue's hand steal over to feel between her belly and 
Don's. That extra pressure made both fucks more delicious. It was as if the 
four of them were linked together in hot lust. 

"AHHH, GOINNNG," sang Irene, lifted to sweet glory. 

"UIMG, AHHH, GOOO," gasped Don, and he began to spill hot spunk into her. 

"YIKE!" went Richie, and he froze and began to seed Sue's belly. 

"ALL-THE-WAY," cried Sue, and Irene knew that those quick, characteristic 
bunny quakes thrilled Richie's cock as she came, too. 

Irene realized with sudden amusement even as she tapered from the hot 
orgasm, and took Don's leaping ejaculation thinking that maybe it was better 
that Sue had come along and that there'd been all that business with the 
bikers. Without it she probably could not have withstood the hot incestuous 
need in the boys and she'd have been worn to a frazzle long before the 
summer was over. There was no way she could've stopped them-because her own 
sex needs were too strong, ft was going to be perfect after all..... 

She dropped by to see Sheriff Maddox. 

'The money..." she said. 

"I told you before, there was no money," he said. 'The bikers' backers think 
it was impounded. The D.A. didn't ask and Carl and the bikers think it 
better to keep their mouths shut. It wasn't their money. Now, if you want to 
make say a ten thousand dollar donation to charity, I could suggest a 
couple. We won't worry what you do with the rest." 

"I-I-guess I could manage that." 

She felt a wild delight to think how much that money would mean to the 
ranch. Don's van would be replaced, that went without saying. And High Post 
Ranch would at last have adequate financing. 

"Uh, I'm a divorced man, you know," said the Deputy. "One of these times I'd 
like to ask you out to dinner, Irene." 

She smiled. Then she laughed. "Maybe later, Sheriff. I'll be busy with the 
boys this summer. But when they go home-" 

He pressed her hand. She left, knowing that there'd be fun and games in the 
fall to look forward to, after the boys and Sue left. 


THE END
