Chapter 9
"Cathy, dear, I heard some noises in your room last night. What was going on?"
Aunt Maureen's challenge, though uttered with a friendly smile, nearly caused Cathy to falter as she walked downstairs.
"Oh, it-it wasn't anything, Aunt Maureen," the young girl said. "I was just having a bad dream."
"That's too bad," Maureen sympathized, willing to believe the explanation even if it didn't jive too well with what she'd heard. It was evident that Cathy was all right, so what except a dream could have caused her to cry out in the night? "That dream must have been a wild one," Maureen commented.
Cathy blushed a little. "Yes. It was."
They walked together to the breakfast table. Andy and Junior were on hand, but Bart was nowhere to be seen.
"Your uncle's out talking to the foreman," Maureen explained. "He'll be here in a couple of minutes. In the meantime, we can start. Maybe it's rude," she added with a smile, "but I'm famished."
Now Cathy was double flustered. Was it possible that Uncle Bart suspected what had happened last night and was questioning Lash about it? Oh God, if the truth were to come out, she would die of shame! She couldn't claim she'd been raped last night. There was no explanation she could offer which would soften her guilt at all, except that she and Lash were in love. But somehow that struck a hollow note even in her own mind this morning.
She sat down to breakfast, blushing and training her eyes on the table in front of her. When she finally gained the courage to glance up, she noticed that both Andy and Junior were looking at her curiously. Junior gave her his usual cocky grin, but Andy glanced away. He seemed thoughtful.
She felt very cheap.
Bart had gotten a report from his foreman on what had happened the night before, and he seemed as pleased as Lash had expected.
"Finish it up tonight," Bart ordered. "Take her to the bunkhouse about eleven o'clock."
Lash winced. "Maybe we're rushing things a bit, Mr. Halverson."
"Nonsense. She'll never be readier than she is right now."
"I don't know. She kind imagines she's in love with me."
"Then that's all the more reason why you ought to hand her over to the crew. God damn it, Lash, I don't like this any better than you do. She's a sweet kid-or at least was, before this started-but I'm fighting for my life."
"Sure, Mr. Halverson."
Lash didn't quite understand his boss's last statement, but the old man was entitled to his own viewpoint of things. As for Lash not liking the adventure with Cathy-that was so much horseradish! He'd loved it. Yes, and she'd loved it, too. So he didn't see why Halverson should be edgy.
With a worried expression on his face, Bart left the barn and headed back toward the house. He only hoped Andy and Junior wouldn't be too disappointed when they found out the "truth" about the sweet, young girl that they both obviously admired.
Cathy lay in bed that night thinking of Lash and Andy. Even Junior entered into the fringes of her thought. Now that she'd become a woman and had really learned what sex was all about, all males had taken on a new dimension of interest. She had a great admiration for Andy, in particular. But Lash was the man she knew and the one she'd fancied she might be in love with.
She tried to shelve the conflict and drift off to sleep, but she remained uneasy. She rubbed her thighs together, and her pussy throbbed in response. Suddenly she realized that she wanted sex again. God, she was turning into some kind of sex fiend! What was the word for girls like that? Nymphomaniac. It frightened her.
She turned fretfully onto her other side and punched at her pillow.
Just then she heard a sharp bump from across the room. She sat up in bed and strained her eyes to see in the dim moonlight. Thump! There it was again. This time she localized the sound: Something had struck her window glass.
It was a signal!
She remembered some old movie in which the hero had attracted his lady's attention, after she'd retired for the night, by tossing pebbles against her bedroom window.
Cathy immediately became excited, and she jumped out of bed. She hurried to her French door, opened it wider, and stepped out into the balcony.
Lash was standing in front of the house, gazing up at her. He whispered sotto voce, "Come on down."
She thought she should argue with him and tell him she couldn't do such a thing. But she wanted to go. And why shouldn't she, if she wanted to?
"Just a minute," she whispered back, hoping this wasn't heard in her aunt's and uncle's bedroom.
Her heart sang as she moved away from the window and quickly removed her nightgown. Without turning on a light, she found a dress, then considered whether she needed under things. Just panties, she decided, and took a fresh pair of pink briefs from her dresser drawer. She stepped into them, snapped the elastic at her waist, and ran her forefingers under the leg bands, tucking those elastics neatly underneath her buttocks. Then she wriggled into the dress, found a plain pair of sandals, and slid her feet into them. Still without turning on a light, she strained to see her image in the dresser mirror and worked frantically with a comb, then a lipstick.
She thought happily, What an impetuous man Lash is to call me out like this in the middle of the night! How he must want me! She wanted him just as badly. There was no use kidding herself about that.
She hurried to her door, then abruptly slowed up and opened the door carefully. She stuck her head out, looked up and down the hall to make sure she wasn't being observed, and quickly left the room. She closed the door soundlessly behind her and hurried along the carpeted corridor and down the stairs.
Las-Lash-she thought excitedly. A little while ago her thoughts had been of Andy; but now they'd done a turnabout. Maybe this was proof that she really did love Lash. And perhaps his appearance at this unexpected time was proof that he loved her, also. He just couldn't stay away from her, it seemed.
She rushed out of the house and into his waiting arms. They kissed and embraced fervently. Her unfettered breasts rolled against his chest, and he felt her nipples rise to prick him through her dress and his shirt. He slid a hand down her back, onto her buttocks. They were firm and bouncy as he rolled and patted them.
He boldly pulled up her dress and caressed her plump ass cheeks through her thin nylon pants. His prick tensed against her belly.
"Oh, I feel you-I feel you!" she exclaimed happily as she broke their kiss. She tried to get her hand down between their bodies so she could play with his cock.
"Hey, not so fast," he said with a chuckle. "Let's sit over here in the lawn swing."
"It creaks," she protested. "I'd rather lie down on the grass."
"Lie down, hm?" he said with a meaningful twinkle in his eyes, and squeezed her.
"Oh, yesss! I want to lie down with you. I want to fuck with you, Lash," she added blushingly.
He chuckled again. 'That's the way! A girl oughta learn how to ask for it."
"You're the only one I'd ever ask," she said, overcome at the moment with a rush of emotion for him. "We love each other, don't we?"
"Sure, baby, sure."
They walked over to the grass and sat down. The ground wasn't cold enough to be uncomfortable, and there was no dew.
She reclined with him. He drew her into his arms. Their mouths met, and their tongues rubbed moistly.
He pulled her skirt up around her waist and petted her ass and pussy through her thin, clinging briefs. Next he opened the buttons at the front of her dress, slid a hand inside the garment, and gripped a firm, silken breast. He squeezed the luscious globe and shook it gently. Her urgent nipple scratched his palm.
His cock was giving him fits by this time, and she added to his arousal by rubbing the firm, protrusion through his jeans. Whining anxiously, she tore her mouth from his.
"Let me take your cock out," she whispered, and her fingers began to fumble at his fly.
He marveled that she'd turned into such a hot little chippy in just a few days, and he congratulated himself on bringing the change about. But he couldn't let her have her way with his prick right now. The boys were waiting in the bunkhouse, primed for a high old time, and Lash's sole purpose at the moment was to condition Cathy so that she would want to swing, also. He had to get her so hot that she wouldn't care how many studs she took on-or who they were.
He dislodged her hand from the front of his jeans, then placed his hand on the infinitely softer crotch band of her panties. He stroked up and down between her thighs, pressing the thin nylon against the burning, moist lips of her vulva.
I'm a terrible slut to let him do this to me outdoors here, in front of the house, she thought. But I don't care any more. I really don't care. It's because I love Lash and he loves me. That makes all the difference!
This was a rationalization which had become exceedingly handy, and she believed it at the moment.
While he continued to stroke her cunt through her clingy, damp briefs, he used his other hand to scoop a ripe titty out of her dress. He placed his warm mouth around her rigidly standing nipple and sucked on it.
She moaned, "Lash-ooooh, Lash-I want you!"
"Yeah, baby," he said, and slid his hand to her crotch.
She thrilled as her silky cunt-hairs glided under his caress. His middle finger opened her soft slit and tickled the slick little head of her clitoris. She gasped. He glided his finger down her slippery trough of flesh and into her hole, which was hot and clasping.
"Ooooooh-aaaaaah-uuuuuuh," she whined. She rotated her quim around his diddling finger, pressing herself against his hand. "Do it to me! Really do it to me, Lash!"
He smiled to himself and quickly pulled off her panties.
Cathy felt wonderfully lewd, lying there on the grass right in front of the house, without any pants on and her dress pulled up around her middle. A week ago, the mere thought would have scandalized her, but she'd come a long way in the last few days. Fallen a long way was more like it, she knew. But she wasn't going to spoil the moment by thinking those thoughts now. Anyway, she and Lash were in love! She kept assuring herself of this, as if to silence the mocking doubts that had troubled her earlier.
Lash dug into his pocket, brought out his tube of contraceptive cream, and squeezed a small amount onto his middle finger. He held the lips of her vulva apart with his other hand and inserted his cream-coated finger deep into her velvety, wet crevice.
"Oooooh, dar-linnnnng!" she said, and he felt a tremor of excitement pass through her.
She was nearly as ready as she was going to get, he decided. They wouldn't have to wait much longer...
Upstairs in the house, Bart stood at his bedroom window and watched the two persons writhing on the grass below. His large penis tensed and lifted in his pajamas as he gazed at the white V formed by Cathy's outspread legs. He could see Lash's hand moving in her crotch.
That cockhound! he thought.
Then he reminded himself that Lash was only doing what he'd been told, the loyal foreman at all times. Poor Cathy! But she seemed to be enjoying herself very much at the moment.
Bart shifted his pajamas slightly so that his prick could poke its blunt head out through the fly.
He realized that his hard-on was evidence of the fact that he too wanted Cathy. But he didn't have any expectation of screwing her. He couldn't really imagine himself doing it, even after she'd been thoroughly debased at the hands of the horny cowboys in the bunkhouse. The purpose of all this wasn't to cater to his lust-or to anyone else's-but to save his ranch and the future he envisioned for it.
He hoped Cathy wouldn't emerge from the incident too badly scarred in an emotional sense. But if that happened, no one would ever know he was responsible, because Lash would never talk out of turn.
As Bart continued to watch the two figures on the grass, he concluded that they would be leaving for the bunkhouse at any moment. As soon as that happened, he would quietly go to his sons' rooms and alert them about what was going on. Then they would go down to the bunkhouse and see for themselves. By the time they got there, the orgy would be well underway, and it would appear as if Cathy had instigated it herself. Bart could state that he'd seen her go there of her own free will with Lash.
What would Andy and Junior do? Bart wasn't sure what his sons' initial reaction would be, but he was confident that in the long run they would lose their interest in Cathy-or at least lose interest in her as a marriage prospect, and that was what h wanted. He hoped the two youths wouldn't rush in to the bunkhouse and start throwing punches a the cowboys. He believed they were too smart f that, because the circumstances would sugg that Cathy had entered into the orgy voluntarily.
Bart turned and glanced at his sleeping wife.
As if his glance conveyed some sort of message, she suddenly stirred and touched the empty bed beside her. She sat up.
"Bart, what is it?" she asked, blinking into the darkness.
He quickly fumbled his pajama pants closed, and turned his back on the window. "Go back to sleep, Maureen."
"What are you doing up?"
"I was wakeful, that's all. I was just looking at the moon. Now go back to sleep. Everything's all right."
"Strange-I thought I heard something before. Do you suppose Cathy's all right?"
"Yes, of course she is. Lie down now." He walked over to the side of the bed and urged her to a reclining position.
"Bart, I'm worried about her. She was having bad dreams last night."
"She's okay," he said with a touch of irritation. "Now forget about it, will you? Go back to sleep."
She gave him a sharp look, but in a moment closed her eyes. He stood beside the bed for a little while, watching her. She appeared to have dropped off to sleep.
He returned to the window and noted that Lath and Cathy were still lying on the grass. But it wouldn't be long before they would be going to the bunkhouse...
Cathy wrapped her legs around Lash's clothed thigh and rubbed her burning cunt against the coarse fabric of his jeans. "Oooh, please ... please ..." she moaned. She was beside herself with passion, and she knew this made her out to be a tramp, according to the code which she'd always believed in. But she excused herself on the grounds of love.
Lash caressed her bare breasts, rubbing the springy mounds and tweaking the firm rubbery pegs that jutted from their summits.
She clawed at his pants. "Come on and give it to me! I can't wait any longer."
"Okay. But not here. Come along to my bunk."
She sat up and blinked at him.
He thought, God, she looks wanton with her tits sticking out of her dress like that!
"You want me to go into the-bunkhouse?" she asked unbelievingly. "But there are men in there!"
"I've got my own little room at the front," he lied. 'The other fellows won't disturb us. They won't even know we're there."
"Are you sure?"
"Baby, would I want to embarrass you or put you in a bad spot?" He lifted one of her full breasts, squeezed it, and let it go with, a flip. It bobbed voluptuously.
"I know you wouldn't," she said, and they kissed. Again she caressed his hard penis through his pants.
He helped her to her feet, and they walked toward the bunkhouse, his arm about her waist. The top of her dress continued to hang open, and her projecting tits quivered saucily, their stiff rosy nipples nodding up and down. He passed his hand across them, enjoying the springy way they wobbled under his caress. He placed his lips against hers and gave her his tongue. She sucked on it.
The bunkhouse was dark and quiet. Inside five horny cowboys waited. They had been watching Lash and Cathy from the window, just as Bart had been watching from the window of his bedroom. Lash had told the men to climb into their bunks and remain quiet when he first brought Cathy into the barracks-like building. He would snap on the lights when it was time for the orgy to start.
The door of the bunkhouse creaked slightly as he opened it, and a little shiver went down Cathy's spine. A stuffy aroma reached her nostrils as she followed Lash into the crude building with its bare wooden floor. The boards groaned underfoot.
"Isn't-there a-light?" she asked haltingly.
"We don't need a light now," he said, and shut the door behind them.
"Why don't you take your clothes off?" she murmured as she ran her hand up and down his lean, hard form.
That was a good idea, he decided. The other fellows were going to be nude when they came at her, and he didn't want to be at too great a disadvantage.
He felt a little sorry for the girl-this was going to be a shock for her. But she would quickly get over that and enjoy herself, he believed. She had a great capacity for sensual enjoyment. She'd proven that by the manner in which she'd responded to him during the last few days.
She glanced nervously around the area where they stood. The moonlight that came in through the front windows revealed that they were in a small section of the main room which was curtained off. This hardly gave them much privacy, but she supposed it would be all right. Lash ought to know.
She watched him step out of his jeans, then his Jockey shorts. His long cock curved outward from his pubic bush-not quite hard, but not soft, either.
She moved over to him and grasped his penis in her hand. She began to stroke it, and it came up like a post. She glided the velvety foreskin up and down over the blunt, bulging head.
"Take your dress off," Lash said huskily.
She stepped back and did as he'd directed. Her full breasts gleamed delightfully in the moonlight, the nipples hard and jutting as ever. His gaze swept down her lush, youthful form to the cloud of blonde hair that clung to her delta.
What a treat for the hired hands! he thought. Man, they'll drool over this!
He drew her into his arms and stood a little sideways, so that his erection wouldn't poke her directly. He kissed her and let his tongue stroke obscenely in and out of her mouth, imitating the motion of his prick when they fucked. He rubbed her tits, then slid his hand down to her pussy and fondled its moist, heated folds.
She tore her mouth from his and panted. "Do it to me, Lash! I can't wait!"
"Lie down," he instructed, his throat growing tight because he knew that the moment of truth was near.
She lay down on his creaky bed, and he stepped to the wall where the light switch was. One flip of that button would turn on the lights all along the ceiling. The hired hands would leap up from the bunks, rush to the front of the room, and tear down the curtain that had been temporarily erected. Then it would be every man for himself.
Hang on, Cathy! thought Lash. And he pressed the switch.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as a brilliant light went on right above her, nearly blinding her for a moment. But then Lash leaped onto the bed, his stiff cock bobbing, and she decided that she appreciated the light.
She didn't detect the sounds of the other men getting out of their bunks and approaching. She was too anxious to squeeze Lash's cock-and kiss him-and feel his caresses up and down her body.
"Oooooh, darlinnnng..." she purred, and wrapped her arms around him. She closed her eyes as she received and returned his tongue-stroking kiss.
His lewdly pumping tongue raped her mouth with such telling effect that it set up a buzzing in her ears, and she .didn't hear the curtain being torn down as Lash pressed her blonde head into his pillow. Also, his finger was up her slit, wiggling salaciously about, and this, too, was a powerful distraction.
Her entire body throbbed with lust-but that was all right because Lash loved her and she was in love with him. She could hardly wait for him to drive his sturdy prick where his finger was and send her rocketing on another boundless trip to the stars! She opened her eyes.
A man was looking down at her. Another man. Another one. The bed was surrounded by them. She couldn't believe her eyes, and yet...
The curtain had been pulled down.
She wrenched her mouth free. "Lash! LASH!"
"Easy, baby," he said, and rolled away from her.
This was his cue for the other men to move in, and they did it eagerly. All five of them-old, young, and in between; tall, short and medium; stout and thin; all naked; all with their cocks rigidly aroused-dropped onto the bed or onto their knees beside it.
Cathy screamed. But after that, she couldn't make a sound, for a wet mouth clamped itself onto hers, and a strange tongue fucked its way between her teeth. Hands grasped her tender breasts and mauled them. Lips and tongues slithered along her thighs. A mouth landed directly on her hot, open pussy, and its tongue slithered obscenely up her crevice. A bushy head replaced the hand at one of her throbbing breasts, and a three-day growth of whiskers scratched her sensitive skin as the man's tongue lashed her nipple, causing it to tingle madly in his wet, sucking mouth.
She still could hardly believe what was happening to her, and she wasn't able to assess it. But she could feel its effects up and down her aroused body-all over her-and, in spite of the revulsion that engulfed her already-weakened morals, her voluptuous nature soared.
Hands stroked and pinched and petted her everywhere. Mouths fought one another for possession of her throbbing cunt and tingling nipples. Tongues licked her obscenely. Lips nibbled and sucked. Erect cocks slapped against her thighs and arms and middle as the men swarmed over and around her. One dirty, bewhiskered face after another kissed her pink and dainty lips, bruising them. Lascivious tongues leaked saliva into her mouth.
She felt terribly debased and humiliated, and yet she was enjoying herself as she never had in her life! That was the astounding part. She moaned and writhed. She clutched at the cocks all around her, stroking one, then another-stroking two at the same time!
She caught glimpses of Lash, moving back and forth, participating with the other men in this mass degradation of her. She had no special feeling for him now. All men seemed the same. They represented a multiplication and magnification of sexual pleasure-all desired, all needed, in order to bring her to a supreme height of unabashed, uninhibited fulfillment!
A prick slapped against her cheek as one husky cowboy crowded out a couple of others and straddled her neck. His balls dragged across her chin and his strong-smelling penis lay against her nose. Frantically she grasped it and tilted it downward until its slimy head skidded between her lips and sank deeply into her mouth.
She felt a man settle between her legs, and his hard cock pushed against her open, dribbling slit. Eagerly she thrust her hips forward, and his rod invaded her to the hilt. She sucked wildly on the cock in her mouth while the other one stroked vigorously in her pussy!
She came.
She came again.
She couldn't count the comes that followed that, as prick followed prick up her spasming, wet vagina and one after another of the slime-coated cocks breached the soft portals of her mouth. She felt flooded with semen between her legs, down her throat, and over her bobbing stiff-nippled breasts.
She reached for man after man, pulling them to her. She moaned obscenely for their pricks ...
Andy and Junior stood in the doorway, staring at the fantastic sight, their father watching from behind them.
"My God!" Andy said, and turned away, shaken. Junior licked his lips. His eyes burned brightly, and his cock stood bolt-hard underneath his pajamas and robe.
Bart touched his arm. "We've seen enough, son. Come on. Let's get back to the house."
Junior usually obeyed his father. On the ranch, the old man's word was law. But aroused as he was by the sight of the blonde and beautiful Cathy, getting it from all sides by this bunch of satyrs, Junior brushed into the room to join them, tossing off his nightclothes on the way. That's all right, Bart decided. In fact, it's good. He might have joined the orgy himself, if it weren't for his position on the ranch. His conscience now was eased, because the girl seemed to be enjoying the whole thing tremendously.
Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away from the licentious scene, and he turned, intending to go back to the house. But he froze in his tracks. Maureen was standing right behind him, gazing into the bunkhouse with a strangely bemused expression on her face. "Wh-what're you doing here?" he asked. "After you left our room, I had to find out what was going on."
"Well, now you know. So come back inside." But she kept staring into the room, watching the naked men, now including her own stepson swarm over Cathy. "How did it start?" she asked in a vague, entranced tone.
"Cathy just came down here. That's what I was watchin' out the window. I couldn't believe it at first. I didn't want you to know."
Maureen realized there was nothing she could do. Her days of trying to "save" Cathy were over. She turned, and her legs were weak as she walked back to the house beside her husband.
Bart's cock kept bothering him all the way. As soon as he and Maureen reached their room, he embraced her, and they sank together to bed.
"You're going to have to screw the living hell out of me," she told him.
"God damn!" he exclaimed. "I'm ready!"