Sensitive nose snuffing and eyes and ears attuned to everything that made a sound or moved in her natural habitat, the great burly bear moved gracefully through her territory on silent padded feet. She was not hungry, her nearly insatiable appetite for once satisfied. Food was abundant; brambles drooped with sweet berries; lightning-blazed hollow trees dripped with honey, and the numerous streams boiled with darting trout. The furry mother-to-be was content.
Suddenly, the feared man-scent was strong in her nostrils. With the appearance of horse and rider on the crest of the ridge, she stood still and watched. They seemed harmless, unaware of her presence and of no present danger. Then, once again, her wide nostrils rankled with a fresh scent – another animal had entered her domain!
From the security of a nearby granite niche, a pair of tawny eyes surveyed the ridge. Nose wrinkling above half-snarling lips, the great cat sorted out the scents; the hated smell of humans, horses, and stronger, the odor of bear. The mountain lion swished its tail angrily and emitted a low growl.
The she-bear turned, sniffing, listening. She recognized the cat scent, heard the low, throaty growl of warning. Uttering her own barely audible snarl of irritation, she moved off into the underbrush until she came to a tall sugar pine. Rising to her hind legs, she reached high, slashing into the rough bark some eight feet above the ground with the lancet-sharp claws of her forepaws to leave her mark her territorial warning to the mountain lion who had violated her domain. Then, dropping to all fours, she ambled down the slope toward the stream… her stomach told her it was time to catch a meal of speckled trout.
The primitive drama played, and the men and women who comprised the pack train were unaware of it. Their senses were not attuned to the affairs of the forest. They were in a Sierra wilderness but were not a part of it. They were truly alien beings in that place, in that time. Their concentration was on each other and the feral, rutting fantasies of their imaginations.
Ned Dow led the party. It was the remote back country of his property that they were traversing, and the reason for being here ostensibly was to find a runaway black stallion.
Away to the fight and left rose ridges of varying shades of granite and green that marked the boundaries of the National Forest, and just ahead, where the trail began to switch back down toward a cool meadow, barbed wire enclosed the eastern-most portion of his expansive holdings.
Ned Dow had led many a pack trip into this country of abundant trout and plentiful game, but today his thoughts were filled with the grandeur of Barbara Ross' soft thighs and sensual lips. Today was filled with the yesterdays of her ardent skills and the tomorrows of her sensual promises. And, as Ned Dow envisioned the loveliness of her smooth enticing vaginal sheath enveloping his achingly hard cock, he could not help but think also of his beautifully blossoming redheaded niece, fourteen year old Laurie. He knew such thoughts were prurient, but, damnit! He couldn't stop them!
Where the trail bent and began to descend, Ned halted his horse, turned in the saddle, and watched the loose procession of horses and riders converge toward him. Voluptuous Barbara Ross came first, followed at varying lengths by Ken Chester, Laurie Dow and Will Ross leading two pack animals. When Barbara reined up alongside, Ned extended an arm, pointing to a clump of willows that bordered a stream at the far end of the meadow below, and called out in his booming voice: "Coldwater Meadow. We'll camp on the far side tonight." Without waiting for comment, Ned wheeled his horse and guided him into the first of many descending switchbacks.
Pressing into her stirrups, Barbara eased her weary buttocks off the saddle and for a moment peered down at Ned Dow's retreating back, then let her gaze drift across Coldwater Meadow. There still remained the steep descent and a mile of level riding before they made camp, but the attractive auburn-haired woman felt thankful that she could at last see their destination, for she was the first to admit that she was not a good horsewoman. In fact, the only reason she agreed to mount one of the unpredictable beasts was for the vicarious thrill of the constant, rhythmic contact between saddle and pelvic area.
Now, after several hours of hard riding, the crotch of her tight-fitting britches was saturated, for she refused to wear panties while riding, savoring instead the ecstasy of the friction of her naked vagina against the coarsely woven fabric. At that moment, a shudder – cold and unwelcomed – rippled through her, and immediately she eased back into the saddle, forcing herself to concentrate on the delicious warmth of her moist pussy against the hard leather, forcing herself to ignore the weariness in her buttocks.
Gingerly, then, the enraptured woman guided her horse into the first switchback, and, as he braced himself in descent, she felt an even more pleasant warmth spread through her loins, for now, with each of his jolting strides, her rigid, inflamed clitoris came into climax-mounting contact with the saddle horn. It felt almost as good to her as had Ned Dow's hard, jarring cock on the previous evening; it felt almost as good as she knew Ken Chester's cock was going to feel. And she knew it wouldn't be long before she was able to maneuver him into her waiting arms – perhaps even tonight.
She twisted in the saddle then, and above her she saw Ken sitting quietly on his horse, watching her with unmistakable interest. She flashed him a smile, a smile that expressed all the sensual wantonness she felt at that moment, and he returned it, grinning with a male cockiness that left no doubt as to its meaning.
God! I'm hot! she thought. I need a good fucking! That episode with Ned last night was pleasant – but not fulfilling. And she could never get enough from Will. Hell! That selfish bastard hardly ever touched her anymore; and what was worse, he watched her like a jealous hawk, prevented her from going into town alone in search of the cock she so desperately needed to be happy and content. No, she had never kidded herself – she was as close to being a nymphomaniac as a woman could be without actually wearing a sign advertising her willingness to spread her long legs for almost any man with a hard-on. Hell yes, she admitted it: she adored stiff cocks, wanted all she could get, and had left more than one man worn to a useless frazzle in the morning.
Sighing with anticipation, she turned to face forward once again, and let the sensualness of Ken's unmistakable promise mingle with the very real twitching in her wetly heated pussy as it banged repeatedly against the firm leather of the saddle horn. Mind and body were as one, in tune, awash in a sea of carnal wanting.
She remained that way, unconscious of the outside world, until she reached the meadow. Then, spurring her horse in an unaccustomed gallop, she raced forward, passing a startled Ned Dow and silently screaming out a deliciously wet climax.
From the ridge above Ken Chester watched this scene with unastonished amusement as he awaited the remainder of the party. He had long since pegged Will Ross' wife for what she was. Nevertheless, she was a striking woman, a woman with unfathomable sensual depth. And a woman he was soon going to plow! Hard, deep, and relentlessly! It wouldn't be like it had been with Laurie. No, with this one he would be the one to learn a few things. Unconsciously he licked his lips in anticipation, then turned, his thoughts distracted as his boss' niece rode up.
"What's so amusing?" Laurie Dow asked, a trace of irritability in her normally pleasant young voice.
"Hmmm? Oh, nothing," Ken lied. "I was just admiring the beauty," he said, sweeping one arm in a wide arc. "Your uncle's a very lucky man. So much beautiful land. Unspoiled. Quiet… and beautiful."
"Like Barbara Ross?" Laurie asked, irritability now turned to jealous anger.
"Barbara?" the young ranch-hand asked questioningly, the mock surprise in his voice somehow ringing untrue even to his own ears.
"Yes, Barbara!" the beautiful teenager spat contemptuously. "You can't keep your eyes off her!"
"Jesus, Laurie. Don't act so childish."
"Childish! Childish!" Laurie shouted vehemently. "I suppose I was being childish in your cabin the other day. I suppose that now that you've taken what you wanted…"
"Sssssh," the handsome blond-haired hand said as he turned in his saddle and glanced toward the approaching figure of Will Ross. "Do you want Will to hear you?"
"I don't care if he does," the enticing young girl said, swishing her long, roan-red tresses in a contemptuous manner up and over her rigidly-held shoulders. "You're the one who taught me how to be a woman, remember? You're the one who told me I was a woman!"
"Well, you're sure as hell not acting like one," Ken hissed, challenging the defiance in her anger-sparked dark eyes. "You're acting like a spoiled brat."
There were several moments of silence between them then, several moments of will-infusing stares. Finally, the young ranch-hand and aspiring writer cleared his throat and said (forcing unaccustomed sternness into his voice): "Get on down the trail, Laurie. We'll talk about it later."
For a moment Laurie said nothing, then, straightening in her saddle until her back was ramrod stiff, her chin held high, she said: "Maybe we will, Mr. Chester. Maybe we will." Then, nudging her mount, Sniffy, gently with the toe of her boot, she guided him toward the twisting, descending trail. "Just remember," she called back without turning, "two can play your little game."
Ken sat motionless on his mount, watching the stiffbacked departure of the girl whose virginity he had taken only two days before, and wondered how he let himself get embroiled in this situation. Didn't he have enough problems already without getting involved with his boss' fourteen year old niece? And a minor to boot! If it hadn't been for his damn loneliness… for the tequila that always made him… Oh, well, it was over and done with. He HAD taken her cherry… yet, she really was a luscious piece for one so young… but, but damnit! Everybody and his brother was finding out about it! First the ranch foreman, and now he was sure Barbara knew, and that probably meant Will would know… Shit! If Ned finds out, my ass is going to be mud!
"What's the matter, boy?" a deep voice, loud and quite close, suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Ken mumbled, startled out of his musings.
"Looks like you got woman troubles," the voice of Will Ross boomed amusingly from the trail.
"Me? Hell no, Will," Ken replied, trying to sound convincing. "I was just thinking about that stallion."
"Why you sittin' up here lookin' like you just lost your last friend then?" Will asked, his grey eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Oh… I was just waiting for you to catch up. Thought I'd take the pack animals for a spell, if you want."
The older man's element-weathered face split in a wide grin and he reached his hand up and tipped his sweat-stained gray cowboy hat back on his hand. "Sure, boy. Glad to be rid of them rheumy critters. 'Sides, I got no objection to gettin' a close-up of Miss Laurie's sweet little bouncin' ass. 'Nough to make the old blood boil, don't you think?"
"Yeah, sure," Ken answered vaguely as he accepted the lead rope of the pack animals.
"See you at the bottom," the weathered ranch owner said with a wry grin, then spurred his horse unceremoniously and hurried down the trail in pursuit of his best friend's niece.
Damn! I knew it! Ken thought as he urged his own mount and the equipment-laden pack animals slowly forward. Everybody knows it!
In the meantime, Laurie's hands fell slack on Sniffy's reins as she let him pick his own way among the steep trail's loose shale. Her mind was a boiling cauldron of remembered thoughts memories that spanned only a few short days but were so graphically etched on her memory that she doubted if she would ever forget them. It seemed hardly possible that it all could have begun such a short time ago… that it could have begun at all! Yet, it seemed like only yesterday that she had arrived at her uncle's ranch to begin a summer vacation of leisurely horseback rides and refreshing dips in the spring fed pool…
… But then she had met Ken, had submitted to him in the seclusion of his cabin, had felt her deflowering turn into pleasure-awakening fires of latent desire, had even relished in a second and depraved assault by her uncle's foreman while her lover watched. Then later, in retrospect, when she had finally admitted to herself that within her veins beat the fiery blood of wantonness, when she realized that there was no turning back from her sexual appetite, there was still amazement. Nevertheless, she had known that she would not shy from any excuse to steal away and meet her lover. Then had come her uncle's decision to recapture a runaway black stallion, and it had given her just such an excuse, an excuse to be with her lover – with Ken.
But now, everything was going wrong! All because of Barbara Ross. That slut! She had turned Ken's head with her sultry glances and open promises. Hadn't she seen it with her own eyes? Watched it all day on the trail? And Ken had fallen for it! Her lover! The man who had freed her from her juvenile self, helped her take the first big step toward becoming a mature female – a real woman! She could still taste the poignancy of his lips, still feel his throbbing hardness buried to the hilt up in her belly. Her whole being was filled, consumed with warmth, with love, with the wanting of him. But his eyes had spent all day devouring that slut Barbara! Damn her! Damn him! There had to be a way to make him see what she was. There had to be…
Behind Laurie, Will Ross tightened the pressure on his horses' reins, bringing the colt beneath him to a less dangerous pace as he closed the distance between the young girl and himself. He was close enough now that he could see her clearly without her being aware of him – unless she turned and looked back. Maintaining this pace, he followed her down the trail, his eyes glued to her youthfully developed body, its perfect proportion's, the large, firmly bouncing breasts that threatened to burst out of her blouse, the breath-taking contours of her hips, the wispy waist, and the sensually rounded little bottom that clung provocatively to her skin-tight jeans.
All morning long he had been observing her from a distance and fantasizing, but now, close-up, his lust-stimulated brain began to plan and scheme. If it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to slip it to that delicious morsel of sweet young meat.
For several years he had watched her blossoming, but what he had observed at the ranch last night and what he was observing now, told him that she was at last ripe for the plucking. But it must be planned carefully, for he wasn't prepared to take on the wrath of Ned Dow. It would have to be done carefully…
For a moment Will thought he would laugh out loud at the incredulity of the whole situation. All day his observations from the rear of the pack train had filled him with amusement and wonder. They were certainly an odd assortment of human beings, he mused. Like a circular maze of hungry mice he had once seen, each chasing the tail of another, round and round and round. And like those mice, they were all hungry sexually hungry, each chasing one another's tail; Ned hot for Barbara, Barbara and Laurie vying for Ken, Ken drooling over Barbara, and he, he Will Ross, a man old enough to be her father – and then some, lusting after Laurie. Hell, maybe even Ned wanted his own niece; who could tell? It was all mixed up. But I'll bet it won't be long before the fireworks begin. No siree! Not long at all, he thought as he followed Laurie out onto Coldwater Meadow…
Several hours later, Laurie Dow was sitting by herself on a fallen log at the edge of the grassy clearing her uncle had chosen as a campsite. She was watching the three men and Barbara as they sat in a three-cornered huddle near the crackling, pine-scented fire that Ken Chester had built with all the expertise of an Indian. It was shamefully obvious to Laurie that Barbara had her sights set on Ken. The disgusting bitch was coming on strong, laughing and clutching at every opportunity to touch the blond man's shoulder or leg as they talked. It all seemed innocent, of course, and not even Will was paying any mind to his wife's bold, insinuating advances. In fact, he seemed to admire Ken and was making an effort to see that the young writer downed just as much whiskey as he and Ned did. Even her uncle seemed to be oblivious to her presence. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat and, much to Barbara's delight, questioning his hired hand about the latter's success with women.
"Yes, do tell us about that," Laurie heard Barbara ask cooingly. "I've heard all sorts of crazy tales about writers, that they're hung like bulls and can go for simply hours on end."
"Well, I don't know about that," Ken laughed softly as he reached for the whiskey.
"Goddamnit, Ned, I'm so glad we brought old Ken here along. He's a ballsy son-of-a-bitch."
Laurie smiled to herself at Will's ignorance, his blindness to Barbara's overt attempts to lure Ken off for sexual games. The young girl was saddened by her hot-blooded lover's responsiveness to Barbara's cheap, open remarks and gestures. Surely her time with him in the cabin had meant something more than just a convenient romp in bed – taking a naive teenager's virginity just for the fun of it. Oh Lord, she screamed inwardly, what if it were true?
A few minutes later, the young girl watched the tipsy revelers rise from their spots around the fire and move toward her.
"Gonna catch that black demon tomorrow…" Ned Dow drunkenly announced to his niece, "but now-now we're gonna take a little walk down to that stream I keep hearin'… catch us a mess of trout for bre'kf'st. S'okay?"
"Of course, Uncle Ned, but be careful of the rocks – they look pretty slippery."
"If you don't mind, sir, I think I'll stay here with Laurie," Ken said casually, his voice betraying no evidence of the considerable quantity of whiskey he had drunk with the others.
"Thasss all right with me… but juss be careful the spooks up here don't get you," Ned quipped thickly over his shoulder as he staggered off behind Will and Barbara, fishing rod in one hand, an unopened bottle of whiskey in the other. Gradually their voices and occasional bursts of laughter faded in the early evening light.
Ken took a seat beside Laurie and the pair sat in silence for several minutes. It was the first time they had been alone since the fateful afternoon in the cabin, and their thoughts were now hammering in their brains with the same, though unspoken urgency. Ken was casting about frantically in his mind for an appropriate opening statement to break the silence, an opening to pave the way to another satisfying session with the passionate young nymph at his side.
"Laurie, I know what you're thinking," Ken finally said, his arm reaching out to rest gently on her shoulder. "But you don't understand why I've been going along with Barbara's seduction game. It's only a diversionary tactic. She's got the hots for me, and I'd much rather keep her busy that way than chance having the bitch suspect us and go to your uncle with some tale that could hurt us both."
"Are you sure that's your only interest in her?" Laurie asked with undisguised doubt in her voice.
"Solemn promise," he answered, smiling broadly as he held up his free hand to swear his sincerity. Believing him, she laughed softly at her fears and leaned against him, snuggling her head into the warm hollow between his shoulder and chest. Perhaps she was not as much of a woman as she thought. Maybe she should have overcome her petty doubts and understood the force of pressure being placed on Ken by Barbara and the situation itself. Despite what Ken had implied, it was really shallow of her to think that one afternoon of love-making would automatically transform her into a full-fledged woman. In any case, she was certainly willing to tackle the challenge with every ounce of energy and courage she possessed. And she knew she was looking forward to his caresses.
Sensing his impact on her emotions, the tawny-haired young man slipped his other arm around her waist and drew her snugly against him, planting his lips on hers in a long, hungry kiss that forced her head back. His tongue snaked inward, pried between her teeth and slipped headlong into the warm wet depths of her mouth. With a light jabbing motion, he toyed with her tongue until he heard her breath begin to race with the desire that had been seething just below the surface of her doubts and fears. A little at a time, he withdrew his tongue, enticing hers into his mouth, then locking his lips around the slender spear of pink flesh in a teasing sucking grip.
"Oh Ken, Ken…" she sighed when he withdrew his mouth to give them air. Then, only vaguely aware of what she was doing, Laurie deliberately dropped one eager hand from his neck and began to fumble at the fly of his trousers, her sensitive girlish fingers finding and curling around the long throbbing bulge under the material. In answer to her boldness, he moved one of his hands from her back to fully cup one of her proudly upthrust breasts in his fingers, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that his earlier suspicions had been right: she was not wearing a brassiere under her flannel shirt. His searching fingers found and freed the first three buttons of the shirt, his hand plunging in eagerly to grasp and alternately knead the soft warmth of each naked breast. Then he bent forward and pulled back the shirt, nipping playfully at the erect little nipples with his teeth, eliciting low fevered moans from her as she worked almost frantically to open his fly.
As Laurie jerked free the last remaining metal button of his jeans, she was shocked once again by the sight of his huge thick penis leaping into view. My God, it was so beautiful! she thought as her fingers circled the warmly throbbing shaft of virile flesh. She was suddenly filled with a sense of power… a power that enabled her to make his penis that large just by touching it with her fingers. Its circumference was so great she was unable to completely encompass it with her hand, and she wondered anew how she had ever been able to take it into her virginal little pussy.
"Suck it honey! Suck me off!" Ken whispered demandingly. Then, gently applying pressure to the back of her neck, he hissed: "It's lesson number two in becoming a real woman."
Laurie was shocked by his tone, shocked even more as she watched his face twist into a grotesque mask of lust as it had before at the cabin. She felt a wave of confusion at this unexpected change in personality, this change from a tender, attentive lover to a selfish, demanding, aroused male. But there was more than confusion in her mind; his very crudity triggered something else, something deep inside her, something that delighted in being humiliated, delighted in being treated as a receptacle in which to vent his obscene sexual lust.
"I-I don't know what you want me to do… I don't know how to… suck you off," she whispered in his ear. The moist caress of her breath incited him all the more, as he exerted more pressure on the back of her head, forcing her youthful face down until it nearly touched the blood-inflamed head of his rigid organ.
For a moment, she stared wordlessly at the pulsing instrument, all thought of the discomfort of the position she had been forced into forgotten.
She held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it causing the bulbous head to lurch, and expand. He pulled back, just far enough to allow his eagerly pulsating penis access to her wet young mouth at a more comfortable angle. Now he thought, she would understand what he meant by lesson number two. Now, she would learn.
"Lick it," Ken snarled down at her, forcing her bewildered and impassioned face closer to his lust-swollen penis.
For a brief moment, a surge of near-panic swept over Laurie as she realized that there was no escape… he truly intended to make her do it! Then, once more an unreasonable, masochistic sensation surged through her, and she moved her face hypnotically forward…
Laurie heard Ken choke in lustful anticipation, and, unbelievably, unexplainable trickles of desire began to ripple through her, spurring her on. Drawing a deep breath, she flicked out her tiny tongue, bringing it into contact with the slit of the rubbery tip. Without hesitation, she began to swirl her pink little tongue around it slowly, experimentally. She felt Ken release his hold on her head, his hand snaking down to grasp and knead her nakedly swaying breasts to the taunting sensation of her swirling tongue.
For the first time in her life, Laurie tasted the pungent tang of passion-incited seminal fluid seeping from the little slit, and she sensed a new wave of wanton excitement wash through her, causing her nostrils to flare feverishly. She found herself eagerly licking along the soft underside of his vein-embossed cock and up to its rim, her small hand caressing it in her tongue's moist wake. Then her tongue flicked forward once more toward the velvety flesh at its thick base, and beyond to his cum-filled balls. She drew her nails gently beneath them and weighed their bloated warmth in the small palm of her hand with unqualified slavelike affection. The cute fourteen year old rancher's niece used her other hand to draw the thick foreskin back until the ponderous head stood proudly sleek and naked.
Suddenly, with a low groan of hunger, she moved her wetly parted lips forward, encompassing the spongy, plum-colored head within their ovaled circle, letting the hot shaft of throbbing flesh glide along the full length of her tongue as her moist, rounded mouth absorbed more and more of it.
Ken groaned above her awkwardly nodding head, watching her labor on the end of his aching cock, hardly believing the salacious sight of her beautiful young face so obscenely distorted as she tried to suck him with unquestionable desire. Jesus Christ! He'd triggered something inside her! This luscious, teenage angel was trying to get all of his cock into her mouth! Shit! Even with the whores in Tulsa, it had never been like this! The little bitch was eating his cock with feeling!
He began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, saliva-coated penis in and out of her ripe young mouth with a damp sucking sound, watching in lewd captivation the puffing of her cheeks beneath him. As her head began to move up and down in more fervent bobbing motions the ranch hand started shoving his excitedly throbbing cock between her ovaled young lips in mounting fury. Shit! He could hardly contain the almost evil smile of dominant lust as he rammed into her wetly sucking mouth.
And Laurie couldn't resist the obscene stimulation the forced sucking of her lover's penis was suddenly bringing her. Her breasts throbbed with the bruising kneading of his strong fingers as never-before sensations of a growing lasciviousness raced through her thighs and soft belly. She had never in her most remote sexual fantasies even imagined that sucking a man's penis could bring her such sheer bliss, and she found herself eagerly exploring every ridge and wrinkle of his rigid shaft of throbbing flesh. Her tongue licked hungrily at the blood-filled head, and she used her tongue-tip to probe again and again into its tiny slit, while her hotly pulsating vagina grew moist and excited between her squeezing thighs.
Ken gaped down at the beautiful young girl's elastic-like lips passively absorbing his huge throbbing penis as he thrust his groin back and forth into her young face. He watched her wetly ovalled lips clinging to his thick shaft… watched her lips pull out as he withdrew his penis, then disappear back inside her mouth when he shoved forward, sinking the head of his cock almost down the back of her throat.
The pressure in his sperm-churning balls was growing unbearable. Goddamn! This cute little redheaded fourteen old was sucking so instinctively, that it seemed almost as if she had done this every day of her life.
Ken began to groan incoherently low in his throat. He clasped both sides of her face and began to fuck it as though it were some large, incredibly moist vagina. She gagged with each inward stroke. He wanted to cum. He could feel the sperm boiling in his balls. He had to cum!