Written by Sexywife
24 May 2013
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Sensitive nose snuffing and eyes and ears attuned to
everything that made a sound or moved in her natural habitat, the
great burly bear moved gracefully through her territory on silent
padded feet. She was not hungry, her nearly insatiable appetite
for once satisfied. Food was abundant; brambles drooped with
sweet berries; lightning-blazed hollow trees dripped with honey,
and the numerous streams boiled with darting trout. The furry
mother-to-be was content.
Suddenly, the feared man-scent was strong in her nostrils.
With the appearance of horse and rider on the crest of the ridge,
she stood still and watched. They seemed harmless, unaware of her
presence and of no present danger. Then, once again, her wide
nostrils rankled with a fresh scent--another animal had entered
From the security of a nearby granite niche, a pair of tawny
eyes surveyed the ridge. Nose wrinkling above half-snarling lips,
the great cat sorted out the scents; the hated smell of humans,
horses, and stronger, the odor of bear. The mountain lion swished
its tail angrily and emitted a low growl.
The she-bear turned, sniffing, listening. She recognized the
cat scent, heard the low, throaty growl of warning. Uttering her
own barely audible snarl of irritation, she moved off into the
underbrush until she came to a tall sugar pine. Rising to her
hind legs, she reached high, slashing into the rough bark some
eight feet above the ground with the lancet-sharp claws of her
forepaws to leave her mark her territorial warning to the mountain
lion who had violated her domain. Then, dropping to all fours,
she ambled down the slope toward the stream ... her stomach told
her it was time to catch a meal of speckled trout.
* * *
The primitive drama played, and the men and women who
comprised the pack train were unaware of it. Their senses were
not attuned to the affairs of the forest. They were in a Sierra
wilderness but were not a part of it. They were truly alien
beings in that place, in that time. Their concentration was on
each other and the feral, rutting fantasies of their imaginations.
Ned Dow led the party. It was the remote back country of his
property that they were traversing, and the reason for being here
ostensibly was to find a runaway black stallion.
Away to the fight and left rose ridges of varying shades of
granite and green that marked the boundaries of the National
Forest, and just ahead, where the trail began to switch back down
toward a cool meadow, barbed wire enclosed the eastern-most
portion of his expansive holdings.
Ned Dow had led many a pack trip into this country of
abundant trout and plentiful game, but today his thoughts were
filled with the grandeur of Barbara Ross' soft thighs and sensual
lips. Today was filled with the yesterdays of her ardent skills
and the tomorrows of her sensual promises. And, as Ned Dow
envisioned the loveliness of her smooth enticing vaginal sheath
enveloping his achingly hard cock, he could not help but think
also of his beautifully blossoming redheaded niece, fourteen year
old Laurie. He knew such thoughts were prurient, but, damnit! he
couldn't stop them!
Where the trail bent and began to descend, Ned halted his
horse, turned in the saddle, and watched the loose procession of
horses and riders converge toward him. Voluptuous Barbara Ross
came first, followed at varying lengths by Ken Chester, Laurie Dow
and Will Ross leading two pack animals. When Barbara reined up
alongside, Ned extended an arm, pointing to a clump of willows
that bordered a stream at the far end of the meadow below, and
called out in his booming voice: "Coldwater Meadow. We'll camp on
the far side tonight." Without waiting for comment, Ned wheeled
his horse and guided him into the first of many descending
Pressing into her stirrups, Barbara eased her weary buttocks
off the saddle and for a moment peered down at Ned Dow's
retreating back, then let her gaze drift across Coldwater Meadow.
There still remained the steep descent and a mile of level riding
before they made camp, but the attractive auburn-haired woman felt
thankful that she could at last see their destination, for she was
the first to admit that she was not a good horsewoman. In fact,
the only reason she agreed to mount one of the unpredictable
beasts was for the vicarious thrill of the constant, rhythmic
contact between saddle and pelvic area.
Now, after several hours of hard riding, the crotch of her
tight-fitting britches was saturated, for she refused to wear
panties while riding, savoring instead the ecstasy of the friction
of her naked vagina against the coarsely woven fabric. At that
moment, a shudder--cold and unwelcomed--rippled through her, and
immediately she eased back into the saddle, forcing herself to
concentrate on the delicious warmth of her moist pussy against the
bard leather, forcing herself to ignore the weariness in her
Gingerly, then, the enraptured woman guided her horse into
the first switchback, and, as he braced himself in descent, she
felt an even more pleasant warmth spread through her loins, for
now, with each of his jolting strides, her rigid, inflamed
clitoris came into climax-mounting contact with the saddle horn.
It felt almost as good to her as had Ned Dow's hard, jarring cock
on the previous evening; it felt almost as good as she knew Ken
Chester's cock was going to feel. And she knew it wouldn't be
long before she was able to maneuver him into her waiting arms--
perhaps even tonight.
She twisted in the saddle then, and above her she saw Ken
sitting quietly on his horse, watching her with unmistakable
interest. She flashed him a smile, a smile that expressed all the
sensual wantonness she felt at that moment, and he returned it,
grinning with a male cockiness that left no doubt as to its
God! I'm hot! she thought. I need a good fucking! That
episode with Ned last night was pleasant--but not fulfilling. And
she could never get enough from Will. Hell! That selfish bastard
hardly ever touched her anymore; and what was worse, he watched
her like a jealous hawk, prevented her from going into town alone
in search of the cock she so desperately needed to be happy and
content. No, she had never kidded herself--she was as close to
being a nymphomaniac as a woman could be without actually wearing
a sign advertising her willingness to spread her long legs for
almost any man with a hard-on. Hell yes, she admitted it: She
adored stiff cocks, wanted all she could get, and had left more
than one man worn to a useless frazzle in the morning.
Sighing with anticipation, she turned to face forward once
again, and let the sensualness of Ken's unmistakable promise
mingle with the very real twitching in her wetly heated pussy as
it banged repeatedly against the firm leather of the saddle horn.
Mind and body were as one, in tune, awash in a sea of carnal
She remained that way, unconscious of the outside world,
until she reached the meadow. Then, spurring her horse in an
unaccustomed gallop, she raced forward, passing a startled Ned Dow
and silently screaming out a deliciously wet climax.
* * *
From the ridge above Ken Chester watched this scene with
unastonished amusement as he awaited the remainder of the party.
He had long since pegged Will Ross' wife for what she was.
Nevertheless, she was a striking woman, a woman with unfathomable
sensual depth. And a woman he was soon going to plow! Hard,
deep, and relentlessly! It wouldn't be like it had been with
Laurie. No, with this one he would be the one to learn a few
things. Unconsciously he licked his lips in anticipation, then
turned, his thoughts distracted as his boss' niece rode up.
"What's so amusing?" Laurie Dow asked, a trace of
irritability in her normally pleasant young voice.
"Hmmm? Oh, nothing," Ken lied. "I was just admiring the
beauty," he said, sweeping one arm in a wide arc. "Your uncle's a
very lucky man. So much beautiful land. Unspoiled. Quiet ...
"Like Barbara Ross?" Laurie asked, irritability now turned to
"Barbara?" the young ranch-hand asked questioningly, the mock
surprise in his voice somehow ringing untrue even to his own ears.
"Yes, Barbara!" the beautiful teenager spat contemptuously.
"You can't keep your eyes off her!"
"Jesus, Laurie. Don't act so childish."
"Childish! Childish!" Laurie shouted vehemently. "I suppose
I was being childish in your cabin the other day. I suppose that
now that you've taken what you wanted ..."
"Sssssh," the handsome blond-haired hand said as he turned in
his saddle and glanced toward the approaching figure of Will Ross.
"Do you want Will to hear you?"
"I don't care if he does," the enticing young girl said,
swishing her long, roan-red tresses in a contemptuous manner up
and over her rigidly-held shoulders. "You're the one who taught
me how to be a woman, remember? You're the one who told me I was
"Well, you're sure as hell not acting like one," Ken hissed,
challenging the defiance in her anger-sparked dark eyes. "You're
acting like a spoiled brat."
There were several moments of silence between them then,
several moments of will-infusing stares. Finally, the young
ranch-hand and aspiring writer cleared his throat and said
(forcing unaccustomed sternness into his voice): "Get on down the
trail, Laurie. We'll talk about it later."
For a moment Laurie said nothing, then, straightening in her
saddle until her back was ramrod stiff, her chin held high, she
"Maybe we will, Mr. Chester. Maybe we will." Then, nudging
her mount, Sniffy, gently with the toe of her boot, she guided him
toward the twisting, descending trail. "Just remember," she
called back without turning, "two can play your little game."
Ken sat motionless on his mount, watching the stiffbacked
departure of the girl whose virginity he had taken only two days
before, and wondered how he let himself get embroiled in this
situation. Didn't he have enough problems already without getting
involved with his boss' fourteen year old niece? And a minor to
boot! If it hadn't been for his damn loneliness ... for the
tequila that always made him ... Oh, well, it was over and done
with. He HAD taken her cherry ... yet, she really was a luscious
piece for one so young ... but, but damnit! Everybody and his
brother was finding out about it! First the ranch foreman, and
now he was sure Barbara knew, and that probably meant Will would
know ... Shit! If Ned finds out, my ass is going to be mud!
"What's the matter, boy?" a deep voice, loud and quite close,
"Huh?" Ken mumbled, startled out of his musings.
"Looks like you got woman troubles," the voice of Will Ross
boomed amusingly from the trail.
"Me? Hell no, Will," Ken replied, trying to sound
convincing. "I was just thinking about that stallion."
"Why you sittin' up here lookin' like You just lost your last
friend then?" Will asked, his grey eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Oh ... I was just waiting for you to catch up. Thought I'd
take the pack animals for a spell, if you want."
The older man's element-weathered face split in a wide grin
and he reached his hand up and tipped his sweat-stained gray
cowboy hat back on his hand. "Sure, boy. Glad to be rid of them
rheumy critters. 'Sides, I got no objection to gettin' a close-up
of Miss Laurie's sweet little bouncin' ass. 'Nough to make the
old blood boil, don't you think?"
"Yeah, sure," Ken answered vaguely as he accepted the lead
rope of the pack animals.
"See you at the bottom," the weathered ranch owner said with
a wry grin, then spurred his horse unceremoniously and hurried
down the trail in pursuit of his best friend's niece.
Damn! I knew it! Ken thought as he urged his own mount and
the equipment-laden pack animals slowly forward. Everybody knows
* * *
In the meantime, Laurie's hands fell slack on Sniffy's reins
as she let him pick his own way among the steep trail's loose
shale. Her mind was a boiling cauldron of remembered thoughts
memories that spanned only a few short days but were so
graphically etched on her memory that she doubted if she would
ever forget them. It seemed hardly possible that it all could
have begun such a short time ago ... that it could have begun at
all! Yet, it seemed like only yesterday that she had arrived at
her uncle's ranch to begin a summer vacation of leisurely
horseback rides and refreshing dips in the spring fed pool ...
... But then she had met Ken, had submitted to him in the
seclusion of his cabin, had felt her deflowering turn into
pleasure-awakening fires of latent desire, had even relished in a
second and depraved assault by her uncle's foreman while her lover
watched. Then later, in retrospect, when she had finally admitted
to herself that within her veins beat the fiery blood of
wantonness, when she realized that there was no turning back from
her sexual appetite, there was still amazement. Nevertheless, she
had known that she would not shy from any excuse to steal away and
meet her lover. Then had come her uncle's decision to recapture a
runaway black stallion, and it had given her just such an excuse,
an excuse to be with her lover--with Ken.
But now, everything was going wrong! All because of Barbara
Ross. That slut! She had turned Ken's head with her sultry
glances and open promises. Hadn't she seen it with her own eyes?
Watched it all day on the trail? And Ken had fallen for it! Her
lover! The man who had freed her from her juvenile self, helped
her take the first big step toward becoming a mature female--a
real woman! She could still taste the poignancy of his lips,
still feel his throbbing hardness buried to the hilt up in her
belly. Her whole being was filled, consumed with warmth, with
love, with the wanting of him. But his eyes had spent all day
devouring that slut Barbara! Damn her! Damn him! There had to
be a way to make him see what she was. There had to be ...
* * *
Behind Laurie, Will Ross tightened the pressure on his
horses' reins, bringing the colt beneath him to a less dangerous
pace as he closed the distance between the young girl and himself.
He was close enough now that he could see her clearly without her
being aware of him--unless she turned and looked back.
Maintaining this pace, he followed her down the trail, his eyes
glued to her youthfully developed body, its perfect proportion's,
the large, firmly bouncing breasts that threatened to burst out of
her blouse, the breath-taking contours of her hips, the wispy
waist, and the sensually rounded little bottom that clung
provocatively to her skin-tight jeans.
All morning long he had been observing her from a distance
and fantasizing, but now, close-up, his lust-stimulated brain
began to plan and scheme. !f it was the last thing he ever did,
he was going to slip it to that delicious morsel of sweet young
For several years he had watched her blossoming, but what he
had observed at the ranch last night and what he was observing
now, told him that she was at last ripe for the plucking. But it
must be planned carefully, for he wasn't prepared to take on the
wrath of Ned Dow. It would have to be done carefully ...
For a moment Will thought he would laugh out loud at the
incredulity of the whole situation. All day his observations from
the rear of the pack train had filled him with amusement and
wonder. They were certainly an odd assortment of human beings, he
mused. Like a circular maze of hungry mice he had once seen, each
chasing the tail of another, round and round and round. And like
those mice, they were all hungry sexually hungry, each chasing one
another's tail; Ned hot for Barbara, Barbara and Laurie vying for
Ken, Ken drooling over Barbara, and he, he Will Ross, a man old
enough to be her father--and then some, lusting after Laurie.
Hell, maybe even Ned wanted his own niece; who could tell? It was
all mixed up. But I'll bet it won't be long before the fireworks
begin. No siree! Not long at all, he thought as he followed
Laurie out onto Coldwater Meadow ...
* * *
Several hours later, Laurie Dow was sitting by herself on a
fallen log at the edge of the grassy clearing her uncle had chosen
as a campsite. She was watching the three men and Barbara as they
sat in a three-cornered huddle near the crackling, pine-scented
fire that Ken Chester had built with all the expertise of an
Indian. It was shamefully obvious to Laurie that Barbara had her
sights set on Ken. The disgusting bitch was coming on strong,
laughing and clutching at every opportunity to touch the blond
man's shoulder or leg as they talked. It all seemed innocent, of
course, and not even Will was paying any mind to his wife's bold,
insinuating advances. In fact, he seemed to admire Ken and was
making an effort to see that the young writer downed just as much
whiskey as he and Ned did. Even her uncle seemed to be oblivious
to her presence. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat and, much to
Barbara's delight, questioning his hired hand about the latter's
success with women.
"Yes, do tell us about that," Laurie heard Barbara ask
cooingly. "I've heard all sorts of crazy tales about writers,
that they're hung like bulls and can go for simply hours on end."
"Well, I don't know about that," Ken laughed softly as he
reached for the whiskey.
"Goddamnit, Ned, I'm so glad we brought old Ken here along.
He's a ballsy son-of-a-bitch."
Laurie smiled to herself at Will's ignorance, his blindness
to Barbara's overt attempts to lure Ken off for sexual games. The
young girl was saddened by her hot-blooded lover's responsiveness
to Barbara's cheap, open remarks and gestures. Surely her time
with him in the cabin had meant something more than just a
convenient romp in bed--taking a naive teenager's virginity just
for the fun of it. Oh Lord, she screamed inwardly, what if it
A few minutes later, the young girl watched the tipsy
revelers rise from their spots around the fire and move toward
"Gonna catch that black demon tomorrow ..." Ned Dow drunkenly
announced to his niece, "but now--now we're gonna take a little
walk down to that stream I keep hearin' ... catch us a mess of
trout for bre'kf'st. S'okay?"
"Of course, Uncle Ned, but be careful of the rocks--they look
"If you don't mind, sir, I think I'll stay here with Laurie,"
Ken said casually, his voice betraying no evidence of the
considerable quantity of whiskey he had drunk with the others.
"Thasss all right with me ... but juss be careful the spooks
up here don't get you," Ned quipped thickly over his shoulder as
he staggered off behind Will and Barbara, fishing rod in one hand,
an unopened bottle of whiskey in the other. Gradually their
voices and occasional bursts of laughter faded in the early
Ken took a seat beside Laurie and the pair sat in silence for
several minutes. It was the first time they had been alone since
the fateful afternoon in the cabin, and their thoughts were now
hammering in their brains with the same, though unspoken urgency.
Ken was casting about frantically in his mind for an appropriate
opening statement to break the silence, an opening to pave the way
to another satisfying session with the passionate young nymph at
"Laurie, I know what you're thinking," Ken finally said, his
arm reaching out to rest gently on her shoulder. "But you don't
understand why I've been going along with Barbara's seduction
game. It's only a diversionary tactic. She's got the hots for
me, and I'd much rather keep her busy that way than chance having
the bitch suspect us and go to your uncle with some tale that
could hurt us both."
"Are you sure that's your only interest in her?" Laurie asked
with undisguised doubt in her voice.
"Solemn promise," he answered, smiling broadly as he held up
his free hand to swear his sincerity. Believing him, she laughed
softly at her fears and leaned against him, snuggling her head
into the warm hollow between his shoulder and chest. Perhaps she
was not as much of a woman as she thought. Maybe she should have
overcome her petty doubts and understood the force of pressure
being placed on Ken by Barbara and the situation itself. Despite
what Ken had implied, it was really shallow of her to think that
one afternoon of love-making would automatically transform her
into a full-fledged woman. In any case, she was certainly willing
to tackle the challenge with every ounce of energy and courage she
possessed. And she knew she was looking forward to his caresses.
Sensing his impact on her emotions, the tawny-haired young
man slipped his other arm around her waist and drew her snugly
against him, planting his lips on hers in a long, hungry kiss that
forced her head back. His tongue snaked inward, pried between her
teeth and slipped headlong into the warm wet depths of her mouth.
With a light jabbing motion, he toyed with her tongue until he
heard her breath begin to race with the desire that had been
seething just below the surface of her doubts and fears. A little
at a time, he withdrew his tongue, enticing hers into his mouth,
then locking his lips around the slender spear of pink flesh in a
teasing sucking grip.
"Oh Ken, Ken ..." she sighed when he withdrew his mouth to
give them air. Then, only vaguely aware of what she was doing,
Laurie deliberately dropped one eager hand from his neck and began
to fumble at the fly of his trousers, her sensitive girlish
fingers finding and curling around the long throbbing bulge under
the material. In answer to her boldness, he moved one of his
hands from her back to fully cup one of her proudly upthrust
breasts in his fingers, and was pleasantly surprised to discover
that his earlier suspicions had been right: She was not wearing a
brassiere under her flannel shirt. His searching fingers found
and freed the first three buttons of the shirt, his hand plunging
in eagerly to grasp and alternately knead the soft warmth of each
naked breast. Then he bent forward and pulled back the shirt,
nipping playfully at the erect little nipples with his teeth,
eliciting low fevered moans from her as she worked almost
frantically to open his fly.
As Laurie jerked free the last remaining metal button of his
jeans, she was shocked once again by the sight of his huge thick
penis leaping into view. My God, it was so beautiful! she thought
as her fingers circled the warmly throbbing shaft of virile flesh.
She was suddenly filled with a sense of power ... a power that
enabled her to make his penis that large just by touching it with
her fingers. Its circumference was so great she was unable to
completely encompass it with her hand, and she wondered anew how
she had ever been able to take it into her virginal little pussy.
"Suck it honey! Suck me off!" Ken whispered demandingly.
Then, gently applying pressure to the back of her neck, he hissed:
"It's lesson number two in becoming a real woman."
Laurie was shocked by his tone, shocked even more as she
watched his face twist into a grotesque mask of lust as it had
before at the cabin. She felt a wave of confusion at this
unexpected change in personality, this change from a tender,
attentive lover to a selfish, demanding, aroused male. But there
was more than confusion in her mind; his very crudity triggered
something else, something deep inside her, something that
delighted in being humiliated, delighted in being treated as a
receptacle in which to vent his obscene sexual lust.
"I--I don't know what you want me to do ... I don't know how
to ... suck you off," she whispered in his ear. The moist caress
of her breath incited him all the more, as he exerted more
pressure on the back of her head, forcing her youthful face down
until it nearly touched the blood-inflamed head of his rigid
For a moment, she stared wordlessly at the pulsing
instrument, all thought of the discomfort of the position she had
been forced into forgotten.
She held her breath for an interminable moment and then
expelled it causing the bulbous head to lurch, and expand. He
pulled back, just far enough to allow his eagerly pulsating penis
access to her wet young mouth at a more comfortable angle. Now he
thought, she would understand what he meant by lesson number two.
Now, she would learn.
"Lick it," Ken snarled down at her, forcing her bewildered
and impassioned face closer to his lust-swollen penis.
For a brief moment, a surge of near-panic swept over Laurie
as she realized that there was no escape ... he truly intended to
make her do it! Then, once more an unreasonable, masochistic
sensation surged through her, and she moved her face hypnotically
Laurie heard Ken choke in lustful anticipation, and,
unbelievably, unexplainable trickles of desire began to ripple
through her, spurring her on. Drawing a deep breath, she flicked
out her tiny tongue, bringing it into contact with the slit of the
rubbery tip. Without hesitation, she began to swirl her pink
little tongue around it slowly, experimentally. She felt Ken
release his hold on her head, his hand snaking down to grasp and
knead her nakedly swaying breasts to the taunting sensation of her
For the first time in her life, Laurie tasted the pungent
tang of passion-incited seminal fluid seeping from the little
slit, and she sensed a new wave of wanton excitement wash through
her, causing her nostrils to flare feverishly. She found herself
eagerly licking along the soft underside of his vein-embossed cock
and up to its rim, her small hand caressing it in her tongue's
moist wake. Then her tongue flicked forward once more toward the
velvety flesh at its thick base, and beyond to his cum-filled
balls. She drew her nails gently beneath them and weighed their
bloated warmth in the small palm of her hand with unqualified
slavelike affection. The cute fourteen year old rancher's niece
used her other hand to draw the thick foreskin back until the
ponderous head stood proudly sleek and naked.
Suddenly, with a low groan of hunger, she moved her wetly
parted lips forward, encompassing the spongy, plum-colored head
within their ovaled circle, letting the hot shaft of throbbing
flesh glide along the full length of her tongue as her moist,
rounded mouth absorbed more and more of it.
Ken groaned above her awkwardly nodding head, watching her
labor on the end of his aching cock, hardly believing the
salacious sight of her beautiful young face so obscenely distorted
as she tried to suck him with unquestionable desire. Jesus
Christ! He'd triggered something inside her! This luscious,
teenage angel was trying to get all of his cock into her mouth!
Shit! Even with the whores in Tulsa, it had never been like this!
The little bitch was eating his cock with feeling!
He began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick,
saliva-coated penis in and out of her ripe young mouth with a damp
sucking sound, watching in lewd captivation the puffing of her
cheeks beneath him. As her head began to move up and down in more
fervent bobbing motions the ranch hand started shoving his
excitedly throbbing cock between her ovaled young lips in mounting
fury. Shit! He could hardly contain the almost evil smile of
dominant lust as he rammed into her wetly sucking mouth.
And Laurie couldn't resist the obscene stimulation the forced
sucking of her lover's penis was suddenly bringing her. Her
breasts throbbed with the bruising kneading of his strong fingers
as never-before sensations of a growing lasciviousness raced
through her thighs and soft belly. She had never in her most
remote sexual fantasies even imagined that sucking a man's penis
could bring her such sheer bliss, and she found herself eagerly
exploring every ridge and wrinkle of his rigid shaft of throbbing
flesh. Her tongue licked hungrily at the blood-filled head, and
she used her tongue-tip to probe again and again into its tiny
slit, while her hotly pulsating vagina grew moist and excited
between her squeezing thighs.
Ken gaped down at the beautiful young girl's elastic-like
lips passively absorbing his huge throbbing penis as he thrust his
groin back and forth into her young face. He watched her wetly
ovalled lips clinging to his thick shaft ... watched her lips pull
out as he withdrew his penis, then disappear back inside her mouth
when he shoved forward, sinking the head of his cock almost down
the back of her throat.
The pressure in his sperm-churning balls was growing
unbearable. Goddamn! This cute little redheaded fourteen old was
sucking so instinctively, that it seemed almost as if she had done
this every day of her life.
Ken began to groan incoherently low in his throat. He
clasped both sides of her face and began to fuck it as though it
were some large, incredibly moist vagina. She gagged with each
inward stroke. He wanted to cum. He could feel the sperm boiling
in his balls. He had to cum!
Suddenly Laurie stopped!
Christ! She couldn't stop now! He was almost ready to cum!
He opened his mouth to speak, but the words choked in his throat.
He knew why she had stopped. He was frozen to stillness,
listening with her. Someone was coming!
In unison they hastily began dressing, their fingers busily
buttoning and adjusting clothing.
"Well, hello, kids," Barbara said with faint sarcasm as she
and the two men came into the ring of light, "Laurie, dear, don't
you think you should put on something warmer? You'll catch your
death sitting there with your shirt open like that."
"Please don't worry about me, Mrs. Ross. I'm really quite
warm," Laurie said icily as she surreptitiously inched further
away from Ken.
"I'll bet you are, sweetie," Barbara retorted, equally
frigid, her eyes scanning the pair and settling unflinchingly on
the dwindling length of cock inside Ken's trousers.
"You folks can jaw all you want, but I'm going to have
another shot and go to bed," Laurie's uncle said, addressing the
group offhandedly. He was obviously unaware of the crux of the
situation, his perception now even more impaired by whiskey.
Raising his hand to wave good-night, the inebriated rancher
zigzagged up to the fire, now mostly glowing coals, and stooped to
pick up an armful of large hardwood logs. He came dangerously
close to falling head first into the sputtering bed of coals as he
bent over it to release the logs like a load of bombs, swearing
when a shower of sparks fanned out in all directions. Still
grumbling good-naturedly, he snatched up his bed roll and then
stumbled to the far side of the rejuvenated campfire, just outside
the range of visibility, having forgotten to drink his nightcap.
"Will, don't you think it would be nice to sit here a bit and
watch the fire?" Barbara suggested as she sat next to Ken on the
log, unbuttoning the top buttons of her sweater as she wriggled
into a position for maximum comfort. "It's just as Laurie said--
warm and pleasant here."
But Will merely grunted, not really hearing his wife, for his
eyes were pinned to the white swells of Laurie's breasts, generous
portions of which were still showing where her shirt lapels were
"Hey, listen, why don't I get that big quilt Laurie packed,"
Barbara said, rising. "There's no sense sitting on this old tree
when we can be comfortable." With that, she turned and walked
toward the supply cache, her lushly ripened buttocks jiggling
suggestively as she went. Feeling Laurie's muscles tense at the
older woman's display, Ken slapped her knee and turned toward her
to smile, hoping to dispel her jealousy and anxiety over Barbara.
There was a possibility, he thought, that the night could develop
into one hell of an affair. If he played his cards right, he
might provide the impetus required to engineer a real orgy.
Barbara would agree--that much was certain--and from the way Will
was ogling Laurie, his eyes beady with desire for the girl, Ken
was reasonably safe in assuming that he, too, would go along with
things. Only Laurie remained an obstacle, for he was almost
positive that she would try to dispel any sexual play in which
Barbara might become his partner if only temporarily. Christ, he
had to give it a try, though. The way the young girl had sucked
his cock, building him to such a pitch of excitement that he had
been on the verge of cumming ... well, something had to be done.
Anyway, that big, raven-haired bitch looked like a wonderful lay,
and she had been making every effort to communicate to him that
she would like nothing better than a good hard fucking.
Laurie watched Ken's face as he sat thinking, his gaze glued
to some imaginary spot on the ground beyond his feet. She loathed
Barbara and Will for returning when they had; Ken's warmly
throbbing cock had tasted like heaven in her mouth. And she was
certain that he would have filled her throat with his white hot
sperm if they had had another few minutes alone. Now, they had
not only been interrupted, but it was clearly apparent that
Barbara planned to share Ken's firm masculine body whether the
girl liked it or not. All right, Laurie suddenly decided, let
her--Ken would see that, even though she was only fourteen, she
was capable of providing in enthusiasm what the older woman had in
experience. Besides, Laurie knew that she was much lovelier than
Barbara and every bit as well built.
Will's mind was also working rapidly, calculating through a
boozy haze how he could swing even a few minutes with young
Laurie, his cock buried to the hilt somewhere, anywhere, in the
youthful redhead's delectable little body. Hell, Barbara could
have a romp with the ranchhand-writer, if necessary ... if that
was what it took to get little Laurie. Thank God Ned had been
drunk, lagging behind, when the three of them had returned to camp
from the stream. Otherwise he would have seen his hot little
bitch of a niece with her lips wrapped around Ken's cock, and that
would have spoiled whatever chance there might be for the rest of
them to have some fun.
"Here we are," Barbara said as she approached the others with
a large thick quilt draped over her arm. After Ken and Will had
assisted her in spreading the quilt out evenly on the ground a
dozen or so paces from the log, the foursome found positions on
it, sitting shoulder to shoulder as they faced the fire.
"You know, you two had better be more careful ... if you're
going to play around up here," Barbara said after an awkward
silence, pausing again to let the words sink in. "There might
have been a lot of trouble if Ned had caught you like that,
Laurie." Another long silence followed and Will grinned obscenely
as he turned to stare directly into Laurie's unbelieving eyes.
"Do you mean ... you saw?" Laurie asked quaveringly, fighting
down a strong desire to deny everything.
"Yes, dear, Will and I both saw."
"Let me ask you this, then," Ken broke in, the strength and
self-assurance in his voice a comfort to Laurie, "did you like
what you saw?"
"That all depends ..." Barbara answered coyly, her eyes
traveling from Ken's handsome face down to the crotch of his
trousers. "Doesn't it, Will? I mean, it depends upon how Ken and
Laurie think of us. Isn't that right, honey?"
"Yeah, that's how it is," he replied almost menacingly. "Ned
might start shootin' if he thought his pretty niece was goin'
down, sucking the cock of a stranger."
Laurie blanched with embarrassment at Will Ross's ugly words,
words she began to understand were designed to barely camouflage a
blackmail threat. But good God, what did the Ross couple have in
mind as payment to remain quiet about what they had witnessed?
Surely Will, a man older than her own uncle, did not expect her to
submit to his sexual demands? And yet, the more the girl thought
about Barbara's hankering for Ken, the more she began to realize
that this was possible. Probably Will was willing to grant his
wife sexual freedom at the price as having his way with Ned Dow's
"Forgive Will's bluntness," Barbara said, "but, really now, I
don't see why the four of us can't work out something to give
everyone satisfaction. Laurie's not a child--not anymore--and
Ned's out like a light for the rest of the night ... Why can't we
all be sort of ... Friendly ... and forget all about what
happened?" With this last pointedly promiscuous remark, Barbara
chuckled gaily and edged close enough to Ken to rest her head on
his brawny warm shoulder. She breathed a low moan when she felt
his arm slip around her waist, pulling her even closer.
"Well, now that you mention it, perhaps we can be friends,"
Ken laughed, his awakened male vanity growing by leaps and bounds.
Everything seemed to be going his way this evening. And now, he
could feel his restlessly stirring cock responding to Barbara's
nearness, causing him for a moment to completely forget about
Laurie and Will sitting side by side, less than a foot away on the
quilt. He only knew that he wanted this seductive, black-haired
woman, regardless of the consequences, and the sooner the better.
"By Jesus, I wholeheartedly agree ... Why don't we all get
nice and cozy, and maybe ... maybe we'll forget what we saw?" Will
said with a twinkle in his eye. Then, boldly, he added: "One
thing, I think it's a crying shame that a girl with Laurie's looks
should be sitting here freezing to death."
"But I'm not cold, Mr. Ross," Laurie quickly replied.
"Sure you are, Will insisted. "Those nice little titties of
yours are half naked!" He could not tear his eyes away from her
voluptuous young body and began to breathe faster as his long
thick penis jerked to attention between his legs. Nothing could
stop him now from having that beautiful youngster's body--and even
if she should scream bloody murder, hell, his old friend Ned would
never believe that he had actually tried to get in the girl's
pants. More, he knew that Laurie was crazy with jealousy as she
sat there watching her boy friend brazenly playing around with his
It was true: Laurie's thoughts were perfectly aligned with
Will's. A jealous rage boiled in her veins as she watched Ken's
hand probing boldly under the opened front of Barbara's sweater.
Yet she was also dimly conscious of another feeling, a subtle
warmth flowing through her loins as she witnessed the blond
ranchhand's betrayal before her very eyes. Good heavens, she must
be sick to be excited, even a little, by the sight of her own
lover fondling another woman. She was also stirred by the strange
masochistic pleasure she took in knowing that Will, a man almost
three times her age, planned to take advantage of the fact that he
and Barbara had seen her kneeling between Ken's legs. The young
redhead realized that her uncle would never even consider any
accusation she leveled at Will, that the man had taken her against
her will while her uncle dozed in a drunken stupor. She had no
way to turn, no recourse but to accept the lecherous old Will to
use her almost virginal body in any way he wanted. Just the
thought of his touching her made the girl tremble with a
combination of shame and arousal that she could not explain.
"Come here, sweetheart," Will said as he roughly hugged
Laurie to him and began to unbutton her shirt the rest of the way
down. Then, as if controlled by an alien force, she forced
herself to relax as he rudely stripped the shirt from her lovely
white shoulders and down over her arms. She heard him whistle
softly as he looked at her softly gleaming breasts with the
nipples perking to sudden erection in the cool breeze. Without a
word, he knelt back and worked with shaking fingers to unfasten
the front of his trousers, his eyes still feasting on the
magnificent naked mounds of her breasts.
Laurie could not wholly fathom what was happening, even
though the fluttering sensations in her breasts and loins were
becoming stronger and harder to ignore. In an attempt to avert
her eyes from what would soon be Will's nudity, she turned her
gaze toward Ken and Barbara ... Oh, God! Barbara was also half
naked, her sensually full breasts standing out in front of her
like huge filled balloons being kneaded and pinched by Ken's eager
hands and fingers. Her young mind was even more shocked to see
that the ranchhand's trousers were lying in a heap on the ground
in front of them, his rigidly pulsing cock jutting out at least
six inches above where Barbara held it with both hands at the
base. She saw the older woman clench her fingers tightly around
the thick penis, slowly sliding them up and down its incredible
length as Ken's face changed again into that of a primitive savage
He moved up a bit closer so that his knees straddled Barbara's rib
cage, his long throbbing cock directly above the woman's face,
presenting her lust-filmed eyes with a perfect view of his
hardness while his sperm-bloated balls drooped down to nestle in
the warm fleshy cleavage between her breasts.
"Lie back," Laurie heard Barbara say huskily, watching her
push against Ken's chest as she spoke. The man did not have to be
told twice and immediately rolled to one side and over on his back
in one continuous movement. "Aren't you going to join, me,
Laurie?" Barbara asked slyly, an obscene grin on her face as she
moved fluidly to crouch on her hands and knees over the ranchhand.
"In the meantime, Will can build up the fire again so we can enjoy
seeing the show."
"Ah, shit, Barbara, I'm hotter'n sixty," the graying older
man protested as he stood. Laurie turned toward his voice and saw
that he was now completely naked, standing there at her side with
one tanned, weatherbeaten hand stroking his lust-stiffened penis.
She could not help but imagine what it would be like to hold the
two men's massively throbbing cocks in her hands at the same time,
stroking them as she had just seen Barbara caressing Ken's
Laurie sat motionless for a moment as Will stalked off to
replenish the fire. She felt confused, as the uniqueness of the
situation took total command of her senses. At last she could no
longer remain sitting there, doing nothing, while Barbara prepared
to satisfy herself to the fullest on the banquet of male flesh
waiting beneath her. She must share Ken as well, she thought
jealously, leaning forward to her knees and crawling to one side
of his nakedly prone form.
"Wait--let's take off all our clothes and surprise Will when
he comes back," Barbara whispered. Both of them wordlessly
followed the suggestion, wriggling out of their jeans and tossing
them in a haphazard pile next to the men's clothes. When they
were both utterly naked, Barbara's mature, full-fleshed body made
a striking contrast to Laurie's firm, slightly girlish contours in
the reflected light from the renewed, roaring fire.
They were both so desirable, so willing, that Ken was having
a difficult time trying to decide which one he wanted to go down
on him first. Finally, his sex-weakened mind chose Barbara,
because she was the aggressor this evening, and he reached up to
place both of his hands behind her head, bending her neck down to
him until her mouth was poised tantalizing over the eagerly
jerking head of his granite-like penis. He arched upwards a
little, his ass-cheeks rising from the ground, until his visibly
pulsating cock-head was pressing against her wetly parted lips.
He could barely hold himself back from bucking up and ramming his
long hard thickness down her throat. For a second he was sure
that the dark-haired older woman was going to close her lips
completely and he held his breath, expecting her to pull away ...
but there was no rebuff. Instead, Barbara's lips parted wider,
and her soft wet mouth pressed down of its own accord, accepting
his pulsating hardness between the rounded "O" of her lips which
closed thrillingly over the sensitive tip of his cock. It was a
dream ... the hot moist flesh encircling him twice in one night,
from two different women! It was more than Laurie could bear,
watching Barbara engulfing Ken's long beautiful cock with her
hungry mouth, and she moved in to crowd the older woman aside
until Barbara was compelled to take a position at the man's side
in order not to lose the thick stalk of flesh in her mouth.
Laurie then lowered herself and grabbed the wide trunk of his
hotly pulsating penis with one hand, while with the other she
wound her fingers around his sperm-filled balls. She could feel
Barbara's ovalled wet mouth sliding down the fleshy shaft to touch
her grasping fist.
Returning from his chore at the fire, Will heaved a deep sigh
of approval at the lewd spectacle of his wife and the sweet little
fourteen year old redhead clamoring like bitches in heat over
Ken's thick cock. He stood quietly at the edge of the quilt,
watching his wife suck hungrily at the long gleaming penis
flicking in and out of her throat. Then his own rampant cock
sprang to an even greater aching tautness as he saw Laurie scoot
down flat on her belly between Ken's wide splayed legs and flick
out her tongue to tickle at the gathered ridge of flesh between
the softness of his balls. Barbara continued to suck voraciously,
taking more and more of the saliva-coated cock into her mouth with
each downward stroke, while Laurie's pink tongue massaged the
tender skin of his scrotum.
The older man was agog as he stepped closer, not trusting his
eyes when he saw Laurie actually suck one of the big balls into
her mouth, her fingers working desperately to fit in the second
one as well!
Scorching torrents of erotic need lapped at Ken Chester's
mind and body as he watched the two passionate females working,
sucking and swallowing his fiery cock and testicles. The muscles
of his stomach flexed until he was certain they would snap from
the intensity of his pleasure as he arched his back higher and
higher to receive the maximum benefit of the warmly sucking
mouths. God, what a brain-reeling sight! The full red-stained
lips of Barbara's mouth pulling out from her face as she bobbed
up, her mouth sucking on the upstroke and clinging avidly to his
swollen cock. And his heatedly tingling balls now out of sight in
Laurie's wide-stretched young mouth, almost suffocating her
despite the fact that she tickled and swiped with her lizard-quick
tongue at the sperm-filled sac.
Will was rabid with lust as he watched the party taking place
just a few feet from where he stood. He licked his fever-dry
lips, grimacing when he saw Barbara jerk the thick wet cock from
her sucking lips and bend it toward Laurie, who released her hold
on Ken's scrotum and closed her sensuous little mouth over the
pulsing shaft of hard male flesh. Once again, the young girl
almost choked from the sheer size of the penis disappearing
between her wetly ovalled lips. She sucked at it madly and could
feel the ranchhand's reaction to the fresh mouth over him. She
was wholly involved in her performance and now pushed to the back
of her mind any reservations she had had about sharing Ken with
the other woman.
"Grab my cock, baby, and put it in your cunt," Laurie heard
the wheezing Will command. She had not noticed his return from
the campfire, let alone sensed him creeping on his hands and knees
up behind the upraised circles of her naked ass-cheeks. The older
man delivered a sharp slap to her smooth fleshy buttocks to show
that he meant business, and then, hesitantly, but fearful he would
carry out his threat to call her uncle and tell him about Ken, she
reached behind her to seize his hotly throbbing hardness, aiming
the bloated tip at her tiny vaginal opening up between her
slender, tapered thighs. Will's cock leaped eagerly in her hand,
and he pushed forward as Laurie began to rub the oozing head up
and down the full length of her hair-lined pussy slit, lubricating
his big cock-head further with the copiously flowing juices from
her cunt. There was an outward pressure on her ankles, and she
did not resist as the panting older man pressured her legs open
wider ... until the insides of her calves grazed his knees.
"Damnit, go on, Will--fuck the hot little whore like a dog,"
Barbara goaded as she shifted her stimulated torso higher on Ken's
body and took hold of her own right breast, squeezing the
resilient flesh to bursting fullness as she offered the wide dark
brown ring of the nipple to the ranchhand's mouth.
Damn, what a beautiful sight, Will thought, his body shaking
in excitement as he leered at his wife's full naked breast in the
stranger's mouth, at Ned's kneeling teenage niece sucking Ken's
huge cock with her pretty little pussy so vulnerable and open
right there before him, but his lust-hardened penis pressed up
against its trembling wetness. He had waited a long time to fuck
this smart-assed teenager, and now it was his turn, by God,
whether she was ready or not. He wanted to ram into her as deep
as possible, further than she could take, to show the little bitch
that Will Ross was by no means too old to fuck.
Lowering himself a little; Will spread Laurie's firmly
rounded young buttocks wide apart and then pushed forward until
she felt a stretching at her moistly heated vaginal entrance ...
and then ... a spasm of pain as the bloated cock-head popped
inside her tight pussy opening. Her naked buttocks began waving
like a flag in a stiff wind, thrashing in all directions, but her
movements only helped to drive the abnormally thick penis deeper
up inside her painfully stretched vaginal cavity. She could feel
the weight of the passion-crazed older man's body pressing down on
her back with a pulverizing strength, flattening her lower torso
as he continued to drive his long hard wedge of male flesh up into
her wetly yielding pussy. She bucked up at him, trying to throw
him off as she bucked, but he only rammed harder, embedding
himself all the way up to his sperm-filled balls in the hotly
quivering sheath of her tight young cunt.
"Nooooaaaahhhhh! Eeeeaaaaaah!" she moaned in pain, her cries
muffled by the equally thick cock fucking in and out of her
ovalled mouth as she continued her useless struggle against the
perverted attack from behind. She no longer felt human with the
huge rigid organ ripping far up into her cringing cuntal passage,
pushing against the sensitive mouth of her cervix. She felt as
though she had been reamed open up there by a huge log, mutilated
forever by the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her from behind. Then,
moaning with resignation, her strength failed, and she collapsed
in a limp mass beneath the powerful body of the animal-man behind
Her loathing of Barbara returned when she saw the older woman
leering sadistically at her, watching her husband's depraved,
"How do you like having it like a dog, honey," Barbara hissed
as Ken continued to suck hard on her breast.
That lewd question increased Laurie's feeling of degradation
a thousand-fold, to know that the dark-haired woman was watching
it all and enjoying her humiliation at the hands of this man old
enough to be her grandfather.
"Just relax, honey, and it'll hurt less," Barbara went on.
Her instructions were a mockery to Laurie, and the girl set her
teeth to prevent another cry from escaping her lips. Gradually,
however, the pain in her cock-stuffed vagina eased a little. She
still felt torn and stretched wide there, but the short time Will
had lain on her, not moving, had given her wetly-throbbing pussy
an opportunity to gradually adjust to the forced entry. Defiled
as she was, she would call on every last reserve of her courage
and show that brunette bitch that even a fourteen year old girl
could play this sex game as well as she could.
Will groaned unexpectedly as he felt the skewered teenager's
vaginal muscles tighten and relax, tighten and relax around the
pulsing length of his buried cock. He could hardly believe his
eyes when he saw the nakedly kneeling girl actually rise to her
knees and begin to rotate her firm young ass-cheeks in a slow
grinding motion in front of him. He flexed his penis deep in her
hotly clasping cunt as an answering signal, still not thoroughly
convinced that she was really responding to him. He groaned as he
felt it, felt her now slippery vaginal passage tighten around his
pulsating hardness like a warm fitting glove. Holy Christ, he had
really conquered her--she was liking it! Gasping and moaning in
fresh delight, he grasped her hips with his hands and pulled her
back more snugly against him, beginning a rhythmical fucking
motion far up into the hot flesh confines of her cunt. He watched
with trembling delight as the blood-infused lips of her milking
little cunt drew back with his lust-thickened cock, clasping to it
as firmly as a baby's sucking mouth on a mother's breast.
In the meantime, Ken snarled at the loss of Laurie's warm wet
lips around his impatiently throbbing cock. He reached down and
seized it, aiming the expanded cock-tip at his young mistress's
open, gasping mouth. The girl did not have to be encouraged
further and bowed her head once more to lock her softly-rounded
lips around the fleshy staff. Laurie was obviously feeling no
pain now, actually feeling nothing but unadulterated pleasure, for
she was wantonly thrusting and squirming back to meet each obscene
impaling stroke of the naked older man's cock, then diving forward
to suck as much as possible of the huge throbbing penis up into
Barbara was observing with bulging eyes the double fucking
from both the front and back the girl was getting and could not
tolerate for another instant her own passive role in the orgiastic
scene. Cramming more of her melon-like breast in the ranchhand's
mouth, she reached down with one hand and grabbed one of Laurie's
provocatively bouncing breasts, pulling and clutching at the
swaying mound of firm rounded flesh as though she were milking it.
Her sharp fingernails then scraped harshly across the naked young
girl's stiffened nipple, causing a muffled moan of pleasure-pain
to issue from Laurie's cock-filled mouth. For a fleeting moment,
Barbara found herself thinking of how wonderful it would be to
suck the breast, not as a lesbian, but because the vibrant young
mound of creamy flesh was so sensuously beautiful and appealing.
But now her moist pussy was screaming for attention, for a cock, a
She withdrew her own bruised breast from Ken's mouth gasping
as she tugged the nipple free from his sucking lips, and shifted
her body up, raising herself to her knees and then swinging around
to straddle the ranchhand's lust-twisted face in a position where
she could still see Laurie and Will.
"Hurry, lick it ... lick my cunt," she said, lowering her
steaming wet vagina down to Ken's mouth. Laurie watched out of
the corner of her eyes as the ranchhand gazed up into the eagerly
palpitating opening of Barbara's cunt, then snaked his tongue
along the hair-fringed pussy furrow, finally pressing his mouth
over her clasping slit.
Laurie saw Barbara Ross's mouth fly open at the first contact
and remembered how the handsome writer had mouthed and licked at
her own little pussy before entering it with the long thick cock
that she was now sucking with all her intuitive skill and
enthusiasm. Behind her, the impassioned and raging Will gurgled
and grunted each time he surged up into her wetly clasping vagina
and she, too, was in breathless ecstasy under him, twisting and
grinding the lush whiteness of her firm rounded buttocks back at
him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. He
increased the power of his long, smooth strokes, ramming the
entire length of his plunging cock into her sensitive cuntal
depths. Her beautiful long red hair spilled down, covering Ken's
thighs and occasionally swirling as with a sudden or particularly
hard thrust she bucked forward and choked on the lust-thickened
cock that was fucking impossibly far up into her slavishly working
throat. Will inched his hands from her hips to grasp her naked
ass-cheeks, yanking the smooth fleshy moons wider apart to allow
him to fuck deeper. Abruptly she felt him deliver an extra deep
stroke and pause, then slowly and deliberately withdraw the full
measure of his hotly pulsating cock out of her until only the
lust-swollen tip was in her. With a loud groan, he slammed it
home with the force of a jackhammer, only to once again slowly
pull it almost all the way out.
"Oh good, yes, fuck me that way! Oooohhhhhhh!" the kneeling
fourteen year old cried in delight as he ploughed into her and
filled her smooth, rubbery vaginal walls with his blood-heated
shaft of thickened flesh. Becrazed now, she locked her warm wet
mouth around Ken's penis and sucked hungrily at it with a zeal
that brought a shudder to his writhing flanks.
Laurie felt the older man's long thick penis in her cunt
jerk, stretching and expanding her tormented vagina even more, and
she knew what was about to happen, knew that Barbara's husband was
swelling and on the verge of filling her ecstatic little pussy
with his spewing hot cum. Then she heard a gruff, passionate roar
behind her and felt his tremendous throbbing rod of flesh burst
like a dam as he gave one last buttock-flattening lunge into the
yielding softness of her cunt, emptying his pent-up load of sperm
in spurt after spurt deep up into her belly. Laurie thought the
wildly ejaculating cock would never stop spurting in her, and she
could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing and trickling down the
insides of her trembling young thighs. Oh God, it was glorious,
she thought, to have a male's, any male's, hot cum filling her
pussy, swelling her stomach, running out and down to trickle
through her flame-seared cunt lips. She uttered a deep sigh of
disappointment as she felt the thick jerking cock inside her begin
to deflate and grow limp. There was a lewd wet slurping sound as
it slipped out from between her cuntal lips, and she felt a sudden
shock of cold breeze rushing over her sweat-streaked buttocks.
Still, though, she sucked hungrily at Ken's stone-hard penis
in front of her as he massaged Barbara's clitoris with his tongue,
tracing his tongue-tip down her greedily contracting cuntal lips
to the vaginal opening and then fucking far inside her succulent
flesh. He was now reaching up with both hands and gripping
Barbara's nakedly swaying breasts, clinging to them as though they
were life-rafts that kept him afloat in his sea of erotic madness.
Barbara was also nearing orgasm, grinding her wildly
quivering cunt down to receive every iota of erotic pleasure she
could get from the ranchhand's voraciously licking tongue.
Abruptly she stiffened, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy, her
long firm thighs trembling. "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm
cummmmming!" she moaned and reached down beneath Ken's head to
tangle her fingers in the tousled thatch of his blond hair.
Savagely she yanked upward to bury the masculine face hard into
her wetly heated cunt, rolling and pressing down her thighs in
pure abandoned pleasure.
Laurie could not restrain herself from pausing to watch the
exciting display of orgasm, envious that the older woman had cum,
and yet she had not been brought to completion. As Barbara lifted
herself from Ken and collapsed nakedly beside him on the quilt,
next to where Will had also crawled to lie heaving and exhausted,
Laurie felt the ranchhand's wildly throbbing cock in her throat
pulse faster and grow to such a size that she feared her lips
would tear painfully apart at the sides of her mouth.
"Suck it, baby, suck it up! I'm cumming, cummmmmmming!" the
muscular man chanted insanely. Laurie gagged and choked as her
virile lover's mighty torrent of cum shot into the back of her
mouth, welling up to fill her bloated cheeks until she was forced
to swallow rapidly to keep up with his volcanic gush of hot sperm.
But it was more than she could handle and thin trails of cum
trickled out of the comers of her mouth and down on the now-
depleted balls that she was in the process of sucking dry.
The satiated ranchhand-writer cast an idiotic smile toward
Laurie as she raised her head from the spent, deflating cock, her
mouth smeared with his male sperm and her own saliva. She was
still wild with the need to achieve an orgasm just as the others
had, but both men were seemingly useless now. Her frustration was
too much to hold back, and she rose, turning away to hide the
tears of unfulfillment streaming down her cheeks.
After awhile, she gained control of herself and picked her
way carefully among the others, gathering her clothes, saying
nothing about the desire still smoldering up between her legs.
She knew that it would be senseless.
She walked quietly back to the cache of gear to get her bed
roll, spread it out a dozen yards from the glowing coals of the
fire, dressed for warmth, and climbed in. It had been a long,
hard day. She was tired, but it was a long time before she
drifted into restless sleep.
Laurie awoke the next morning with her brain still dazed and
reeling from the extraordinary orgiastic experience of the night
before. She lay there wondering if it had all really taken place
as she remembered now. Every vivid detail flashed like neon in
her mind, making her dizzy even as she lay flat on her back in the
down-filled sleeping bag.
"Oh Lord, how can I face the others?" she asked herself when
she heard sleepy snatches of conversation around the breakfast
campfire. Peering out from the bag, she saw her uncle and Ken
huddling across from each other at the fire, each man applying
himself to the preparation of the morning meal. Barbara was
nowhere in sight, but turning her head a little, she saw that Will
was busy reloading the pack animals with bed rolls and sundry
pieces of gear they had used to make camp.
"Hey, honey, did last night tire you out that much? Aren't
you going to get up?" came Barbara's voice from behind. Startled,
Laurie whirled around and saw the handsome woman standing a few
feet away, already fully dressed and holding the reins of two
horses she had saddled.
"I--I guess I overslept," Laurie heard herself apologize,
hating the timidity of her words even as she spoke them.
"Well, it was quite an evening, I admit," Barbara said
softly, ignoring the girl's discomfort. "I hope like hell we
don't find that damned horse today ... so maybe we can all get
together for more of the same tonight."