Later that evening, when everyone was celebrating boisterously around the fire, Laurie signaled Ken with a covert glance, indicating that she wished to see him alone. They both rose, one a little behind the other so as not to draw the other's attention, and ambled casually to the outer edge of the clearing. When the pair had seated themselves on a rock, Ken leaned over and gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Then they sat quietly, allowing themselves to be lost in the primeval hush of the night, thinking. After several minutes, Ken said: "Baby, listen to me, I'm sorry about last night. I know you were frightened and that you went through hell when that silly bastard, Will came at you from behind. But believe me, there was nothing else we could do. What happened was surely a lot less painful than the mess there would've been if your uncle had found out about us."
"No, you listen to me, Ken Chester," Laurie said sternly, "because there are a few things I've found out about you… things I should have known all along. First, I know that you don't really care about me, about me personally, and that you've been feeding me a line all along. All you've ever wanted from me was my body, because you're alone so much and need a female to remind you that you're a man. It was especially sweet, wasn't it, to take an attractive young girl's virginity when you would have considered yourself lucky to have a woman at all? But I don't blame you for that – really I don't. It's human, after all. I blame you for lying to me, for letting me believe that there was something more than just sex to our friendship."
"But, Laurie…" Ken blurted, trying to break in.
"Hear me out! I was about to say that now I am becoming a woman, with a real woman's desire. And I understand how you were able to lie to get what you wanted. As for Will's fucking me, I'm not ashamed to say that I enjoyed it, and even wanted more! Oh, yes, I kidded myself for awhile, thinking how cruel and savage it all was, but when it came down to the truth, I liked it."
She glanced over at him and her eyebrows raised.
"Oh, does that shock you, Ken?" she asked sarcastically when she noticed the man's expression of disbelief. "It shouldn't… it… it really… shouldn't!" Laurie bowed her head and began to sob openly, her violently trembling body showing how profoundly affected she was by the impact of her own emotional outburst. The handsome sun-bronzed ranchhand sat staring at the ground a moment and then turned to enfold the limp weeping girl in his arms as he smoothed her shining hair and kissed her forehead. Without thinking, Laurie threw her arms around him; hugging him back and leaning heavily against his body until they both teetered, losing their balance on the rock. Down they crashed, then, laughing at their own surprise but still clinging desperately to each other as though it were their last day on earth.
"God, I could really love you," Ken whispered fervently in her ear, then sitting back, confused, when she giggled coyly. "Tell me, you sweet little bitch, just what's so damned funny! I really could fall deeply in love with you… despite all the circumstances surrounding our relationship."
"Oh, but darling, I don't know whether I could fall in love with you," Laurie returned gaily. "You see, there's another male to consider."
"Who in hell might that be?"
"I don't think I'll tell you," Laurie teased, smiling shrewdly as she toyed with several strands of her lovely long red hair. "I think I'll just keep you in the dark for awhile about my great specimen of masculinity."
Ken pretended not to be interested, looking away and yawning, finally puckering his lips to whistle with studied nonchalance.
"Ken, I want to ask you something," Laurie suddenly announced, changing the subject. "The sight of you… playing around with Barbara last night… excited me. Is that bad, abnormal?"
"It's a difficult thing to explain, baby. The clinical term for it is voyeurism. It used to mean that a person got perverted sexual gratification from looking at sexual objects or situations involving naked people making love. But now it's different! Behavioral scientists have researched the subject and found that it's not an abnormal thing at all. According to them, we all get excited to some extent when we watch others especially attractive people – fucking or even just touching each other's naked bodies. They say it's simply because we're involving one of our most important sexual senses, our eyesight, and that what we see is communicated in sexual terms to our brains. It's like having a greater sensual perspective."
"Thank God," Laurie sighed in relief, "because I was beginning to think I was sick or something!" She was relieved to hear that the fact of seeing others making love was not an indication of some weird sort of sexual illness in her mind. And she was also feverishly flustered by Ken's closeness. She felt a stirring in her loins, a rapidly growing warmth in her belly, and she began to squeeze her thighs together. It was a pity that everyone else was awake, she thought, because otherwise she and Ken could work off their heated desire in the normal way, instead of just sitting there talking about fucking.
"Ken, when can we 'fuck' again, alone?" she asked the ranchhand, moving her hand to his knee and sliding it lightly along the inside of his muscular thigh. Even though she was as eager as he was just then, she fully realized that it would be entirely too risky to try anything while her uncle and the Ross' were wide awake and celebrating their capture of the stallion. The party would probably last most of the night, for that day's victory had rejuvenated her uncle more than anything had in a long time, and she knew that he would stay up drinking and feeling proud of himself long after everyone else had played out.
"Soon, I hope… very soon," Ken whispered as he caught her roving hand and pulled it to the pulsating bulge in his trousers, closing her fingers with his over the rigid jerking cock. "I'll slide this rod up your sweet cunt and screw you silly."
"Oh, darling, yes! God, I'd like that. The sooner the better," she hissed sluttishly through her clenched teeth. Giving his bone-hard cock another appreciative squeeze, she let out her breath and rose, saying, "We'd better go back and join the party now, Ken, or Uncle Ned might get suspicious."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he growled, reluctant to give up the warmth and thrill of her clutching hand.
By mutual agreement, Laurie returned first to the campsite, Ken was to follow after a discreet interval. As she approached the roaring campfire, it seemed strangely quiet to her. At the edge of light radiated by the crackling fire, Laurie paused to smooth her clothing and pat her hair into place. In that moment, low muffled voices reached her ears, coming unmistakably from just off to her right. Taking a deep breath, the teenage girl inched forward cautiously. In the flickering firelight she could see two shapes huddled on a blanket, and, thinking perhaps that Will and Barbara Ross had already retired, she inched closer, her curiosity aroused.
Suddenly, Laurie halted, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. That slut! My God! She's not content with seducing Ken – she's lured Uncle Ned onto the same quilt we used last night. Barbara was down on hands and knees, her naked buttocks waving salaciously over her uncle's face while her head bobbed furiously up and down over his huge erect penis! Damn you, damn you, Laurie thought as the shock and horror of the licentious woman's actions reverberated in her confused brain. You are a whore!
And yet, there was something perversely exhilarating about the scene as well. It was stimulating her, just as Ken had explained. And it wasn't sick, he had said that too. Cautiously, Laurie crept even closer, close enough so that she could easily see her uncle's visibly throbbing penis and shock of wiry black pubic hair. The sight of Uncle Ned's enormous cock sent a shiver of wild incestual lust rippling through her loins. Never had she felt such an ungovernable carnal hunger before. Her inner thighs were already moist with an almost shameless arousal and an overwhelming desire for a male cock. What is the matter with me? she thought. What is happening to me? And in that instant she knew. The girl gasped, knowing that she would never be fully satiated until she had that cock her uncle's cock – buried deep in her hotly churning pussy. She wouldn't be happy until she could scream out a mind-shattering release around that beautiful, wonderful cock!
So intent was she on the visual and mental impact of her uncle's long pistoning penis that she failed to hear the soft footsteps behind her. Not until his arm had clamped around her waist, pulling her back against his erection, did Laurie realize that Will Ross had sneaked up behind her. Before she had time to utter a cry of surprise his other hand clamped over her mouth, and he bent forward with whiskey smelling breath to whisper in her ear, "Quite a sight, isn't it honey, my wife and your uncle. Bet you didn't know ole Ned had it in him, did you? Well you just stay nice and quiet like, and he won't know you was watchin' him. And he won't know what you was doing last night. Agreed?"
Laurie's head bobbed, affirmatively.
"Now, then, we're going to mosey on over to the fire and continue where we left off last night." For emphasis, Will Ross tightened his grip around Laurie's waist, grinding his rigidly throbbing shaft of flesh against her buttocks. "Agreed?"
Again Laurie's head nodded in answer.
"Okay. Turn around quietly and march," he whispered.
For the second time in two days, Laurie found herself in an uncompromising position, and for the second time she knew her position was hopeless. There was nothing she could do but agree to the rancher's demands. When they had moved far enough away that the rutting couple on the quilt could not hear them, Will released his grip on the helpless young girl, shoving her forward toward the far side of the circle of light where he had already spread a large blanket.
"But what if they should see us," Laurie asked pleadingly as she moved toward the appointed place chosen for her second debasing by the errant rancher.
"Don't worry, honey," Will Ross chuckled. "With all the booze Ned Dow's got in him and Barbara's insatiable sexual appetite, you won't see hide nor hair of your precious uncle until first light. Now get busy and shuck those clothes."
When they were both naked, Laurie raised pleading eyes to the older rancher. "Please…" she moaned, knowing deep inside her heart that it was a hopeless fight, and she would submit to him as she had the previous evening. She would surrender all of herself to his every abuse, not able to stop her own craving sensations from taking over and turning her into a quivering mass of flesh, and making a mockery of the reason for her capitulation.
"Get down on all fours," he ordered.
When the redheaded teenager complied, his hand came to rest softly on her back, and then moved slowly down to the slight dimple at the beginning swell of her buttocks, knowing that her moaning tremble was the start of her surrender. In a few minutes she would become his, mind and body. Laurie felt her naked young flesh begin to shiver as his finger slipped tantalizingly down over her trembling buttocks, and she could hear him breathing heavily behind her. She wanted to turn and look at his face to see, as she feared, if it reflected the sadistic lust his gentle hands denied, but she was afraid it would end suddenly and he would erupt into violence without warning. The greying rancher nudged her hips up from the blanket, and she lifted up without resistance to the inexorable pressure on her thighs.
"Ohhhh," the young girl murmured as Will Ross stroked his hands in long slow caresses back up her sensually awakening body again to make a breath-taking contact with her naked young breasts. She groaned again, not from pain or fear this time, but from some new alien tingle that began throbbing hotly inside her taut little belly. Her kneeling body quivered as his hands coursed over her satin-smooth skin, no longer cringing beneath his touch as she had a moment before. He rubbed her nearly-ripe breasts in small squeezing circles, gently kneading the soft white mounds and teasing the erect little nipples until they were painfully hard. Then he slid his other hand to her firm young buttocks again to cup her pliant ass-cheeks, before slowly slipping his fingers down along her anal crevice.
The older man had expected her to clench her fleshy buttocks tightly shut as he gently pressured down between them with his hand, but was pleasantly surprised when the girl allowed them to push further apart without resistance of any kind. He slid his hand along between their warm resiliency until his fingers came into contact with the softly curling pussy hair growing up between her legs. He tried to press his outstretched middle finger into the moistly softened flesh of her vagina, but the kneeling young girl jerked spasmodically away, not from pain or revulsion, but from the unexpectedly thrilling contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensations running up her spine.
She groaned, vaguely aware of his powerful hands turning her aroused young body on the blanket so that she was flat on her back, and the whole of her vulnerable nakedness presented a lewd photograph of curves and hollows and young, secret indentations. He kneeled beside her, running his fingers almost reverently over her full uptilted breasts, over her smooth little belly and her sleekly firm thighs. He caressed up and down her unprotected nakedness with knowledgeable hands that brought forth small animal-like mewls of pleasure from between her lust-constricted throat. His passion increased as he watched the way his feather-like fingers were bringing a gasping and quivering response from the tender flesh of the little teenaged girl.
He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the liquid green of her pupils shadowed by the dim smoky veil of a mounting desire and a sexual need that was beginning to course upward through her trembling thighs against her will.
Laurie, somewhere back in the distant stages since his hands had reached for her naked body, had drifted into a strange, unknown world of sudden deep pleasure of the flesh. The lovely fourteen year old had lain beneath this middle-aged man's hands at first with the grim realization she had a debt to pay, now… now all conscious thought of why she was here or whom her heatedly-aroused body was writhing beneath was lost in her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames of erotic hunger running all around her, up between her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina roaring with a white-hot heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Oh God," her voice whispered softly without even knowing it had been said. "Oh God…"
Will pressed his lips down over hers and immediately felt the softly-impatient pressure of her tongue spearing up into his wet mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer contact with the devil-like things so deliciously torturing her body. His hands continued to softly rummage over her, and he ran them between her wildly trembling young thighs which did not jerk away this time, but which opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her being. He could feel the warm wet center of her pussy flexing hungrily in a silent plea and lewd invitation.
"Ahhhh, ahh," she was sighing contentedly up into his lips as her eager little tongue pushed up into his mouth and circled deep around inside. Her passion spurred his own, and he could stand it no longer. He moved over her, slithering on top of her soft warm body like a protective blanket. He could feel the girl quivering uncontrollably beneath him, and he reached down with both hands to draw her unresisting young thighs up until the whole of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit was presented to him in welcome sacrifice. He held her trembling legs there for a long tormenting moment, and started to reach down and stick his painfully throbbing penis inside her – but at the last second he paused.
He wanted the teenager's total surrender tonight, wanted to make her his passionate slave. It would make the obscene torture of her all the more exiting if he could make her realize just how much she needed his long hard cock. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper: "Put my cock in, girl."
And he released his breath slowly in a long sigh of delight as he felt her hot little hand burrowing down without hesitation between their nakedly entwined bodies, and her slim fingers close tightly around his throbbing penis. She shuddered at the sensual excitement she felt from once again having a man's thick pulsating penis in her fingers, and then slid her thumb and forefinger around the trunk of his long hard shaft and slowly but firmly pushed up. He gasped, his lips baring back in delicious torment over his teeth as the thick, reddened foreskin peeled back, and she gently pressed the lust-swollen head of his cock into the warm moist folds of her tight little cunt. He could feel her fluffy pubic hair grazing gently against his sensitive cock-tip as it hung poised for entry between her hotly quivering cuntal lips, and the smooth warmth was so delightful that it was almost excruciating. It was all he could do to keep from lunging forward and sinking the entire massively pulsating length of his cock into her eager little cunt with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust.
But he waited…
He waited because he knew if he rammed into the tightly walled channel of her vagina, it was possible he would cum almost without having to take another stroke… and that would be too soon. But mostly he waited because Laurie needed his cock, and she had to be fully aware of it, completely conscious of it… or his fucking her would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it with him, and done it because she wanted to be fucked. He wanted to leave something behind that would be forever embedded deep in her soul. No matter how many times she was fucked afterwards, his cock would always be there with the others. She would remember the hot throbbing feel of it in her hand, in her cunt, and that would make him live again in sweet vengeance, but she had to need it now within every pore of her body, and that moment was not yet upon the young girl.
Laurie lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that rasped from between her tightly clenched teeth like a panting puppy-dog. Her love-starved body ached, and she was vaguely aware of his great masculine form hovering over her. Her trembling legs and fevered loins were wide-apart, warm and wet from the strange and deliciously exquisite pressure that she remembered had been placed there an eternity ago by this man's feathering hands, and she hungered for completion – hungered deep inside, her contracting cunt like a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed; she imagined she could hear her uncle's feral cry of feast in the near distance merging with the panting growls of this older rancher's insatiable wife. The dim picture of the uncle's long rigid cock disappearing into Barbara's wetly ovalled mouth flickered through her hazy mind, increasing the intensity of her own wanton hunger a thousand times more than when it started.
Will Ross levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the lewdly undulating body of the lovely fourteen year old girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable desire and tiny mewls of half-conscious pleading escaped from her lust-tightened lips. He looked down between their wantonly writhing bodies and could see his giant throbbing hardness nudging the saturated folds of her greedy little cunt. The silken softness of her pussy hair surrounding the stump-like shaft of his cock was a lust-inciting picture of black against white that caused his penis to throb eagerly against her wet slit.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the hard, wet contact grow closer.
He strained for all he was worth against the all-consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her with all the brutal strength in his body. There was too much of this angelic, nubile little girl he hadn't tasted yet, and he wanted it all. He might never have the chance again.
He looked down at her firm young breasts swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her rib cage with his knees placed strategically beneath her armpits. Gently, then he placed his massively throbbing cock in the narrow cleavage between her soft warm breasts so that her naked flesh enclosed it on both sides.
Her eyes flickered open momentarily, but then shut as though they were too afraid of the strange spell that hung over her. Will's hands shook as he reached down to crush the softly resilient mounds between his sinewy hands making tiny ridges that stood up between his fingers. "You've got real good tits," he said, as he kneaded them, watching them ooze through his grasp like flaccid foam rubber – soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment the pressure lifted. He pushed them together again so that they met across her body and formed a fleshy tunnel in which his cock was sensuously trapped. He pressed them harder so that her erect little nipples met at the top, and then he began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his hotly throbbing cock through the warm channel formed by her firm fleshy breasts. As he pushed, his blood-engorged cock-head appeared at the far end of the soft warm tunnel, and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of seminal fluid each time it touched her young flesh.
He kept up the slow rocking motion between the redheaded girl's excitedly quivering breasts for several moments, feeling his rigid penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt in a great gushing fountain of heated sperm even before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding his fleshy hardness. He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his penis, together, one against the other, watching with bated breath as they jerked and pulsated into a greater hardness than ever. At the same time, he studied her young face and the reaction it was having on her.
It was electrifying!
The teenaged girl's eyes were opened now and gazing unseen up at him, a thin veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her hips and buttocks were writhing hungrily on the blanket below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to fuck her. She was completely out of control, and Ross knew that nothing he did now would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging unchecked in her tender little cunt.
There was just one more thing he wanted to do before he fucked her.
"Suck my cock, little peach-blossom. Suck my cock…" He slowly rolled off her body and onto his back. "Go on, suck it."
Laurie nodded her head gently in agreement. She knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but the thought no longer repelled her.
She began slowly at first, just as he had with her, running her tongue down the hollows of his neck and to his chest. She found the small male nipples and nipped gently at them, wondering if they would respond as erotically as her own, more prominent nipples had… and to her delight, they did! She could feel the older man twist slightly from the strange sensation, and his moans of passion spurred her on, even though she did not know much about the male body and was experimenting in her fervent desire to learn more.
With one slim hand she reached down and grasped Will's massively hardened penis between her fingers as she worked lower and lower, her tongue licking wetly at his flesh. She remembered that wild sensations had run through her own body when Ken had licked at her navel, and she did the same to him, twirling her tongue hotly around inside the small depression until she felt his stomach begin to heave in excitement beneath her. He was hirsute and she could feel the tight curls of his pubic hair against her lips and face as she moved down. She dropped her hand lower so she could tenderly draw back and forth the thick rubbery flesh of his throbbingly erect shaft in a teasing motion that brought still more and louder groans from his lips.
The position was growing more uncomfortable as she worked lower, so crawling over him, she pushed his legs apart and knelt on all fours between his thighs. Her face hovered over his loins, and she continued the gentle skinning back and forth over his lust-hardened cock, her lips a bare inch away from its swollen tip. The fourteen year old girl opened her moistly parted lips and exhaled, her hot breath flowing over the excited throbbing head with a maddening slowness.
Laurie's tongue flicked but, the tip coming into lewd contact with the smooth warmth of his cock-head, and she licked around the pulsing flesh as he moaned and twisted from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of his gland, and darted teasingly into it. It was already moist from the hot droplets of seminal fluid seeping through from his rising excitement. The sharp pungent taste and odor of his pre-ejaculate caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. One little hand dropped to the base of his thickened penis, while she cupped his sperm-bloated testicles gently with the other, grazing her nails tantalizingly over their leathery sac. The young girl tightly grasped the throbbing hardness and skinned back his foreskin with her thumb and forefinger until the large red pulsating crown stood alone and naked. She began planting moist, warm kisses on it, beginning at the tip and tracing a wet path down its full trembling length to the base, and then damply back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she would, not being able just yet to bring herself to take it all in her mouth.
But Will Ross could stand no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat the older man reached down, tangled his fingers in her roan hair, and thrust his powerful loins up with the strength of a bull. Laurie resisted for a moment, but it was useless. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her soft, pliant lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm moisture of her mouth. She could feel his stiffly pulsating shaft of flesh rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her young throat.
She closed her eyes to keep from choking as hot saliva abruptly filled her mouth, causing her to drool from the corners of her penis stuffed lips – ovalled now around the protruding banana-like cock.
"Ohhh, God, girl! Your mouth is like wet velvet," she heard him murmur as he began a slow rhythmic undulation up into her face. "Tighten your lips and suck harder," he ordered, his voice coarse and thick with passion.
Laurie did his bidding, feeling at the same time the lewd excitement growing wildly in her own body. She sucked demoniacally, swishing her little tongue with a heated vengeance around and around the throbbing cock-head fucking in and out of her tightly ovalled lips. She sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork on the stormy seas of his pumping loins. The masochistic joys of being used, of being abused like a dirty whore, permeated her nakedly kneeling body and resulted in wave after wave of wanton pleasure to surge through her excited young cunt and mouth. She heard him moaning in lewd delight and also heard the submissive mewling sounds that came from her own lips locked tightly around his long pistoning penis. The young redhead couldn't have stopped herself now if she'd wanted to, for the excitement had inundated her with seething, blinding passion, and she sucked the thick hammering cock up in her mouth with increasing hunger while her buttocks writhed in complete wantonness and her passion-flamed pussy throbbed with an intolerable hunger and need.