Chapter 11
It was Sunday, a day of rest on the ranch, and breakfast was scheduled for a later hour than on working days. When the appointed time arrived, the entire family gathered, with the exception of Andy, who remained in his room.
Cathy was upset over Andy's failure to come down for breakfast with the rest of the family. She feared she knew the reason for this: He must have seen or heard about what had happened in the bunkhouse the night before, and he was disgusted with her. Perhaps he was disgusted with his brother, also, for participating in the wild affair.
What a foolish attitude on Andy's part! she thought.
But she shouldn't judge him too harshly. Just a few days ago, she would have felt exactly the same way herself. In fact, she felt that way about Junior's attempts to make her and Lash's "rape" of her in the meadow. Now she felt like thanking them and thanking the men in the bunkhouse, as well-because they'd taught her that there wasn't anything evil about sex. Everything that had happened to her had been fun! It was possible to consider sex an evil thing when one never experienced it and didn't know what it was all about-but after being immersed in it thoroughly and being forced to respond to it in an elemental way as Nature intended, one simply had to face facts if one was normal. And the main fact was that sex, in all its various forms, was pleasure giving. Anyone who argued against pleasure had to have rocks in his head!
Cathy excused herself from the table as soon as she'd finished her breakfast, and went back upstairs. She wanted to see Andy and talk to him without further delay. She felt she had to make him understand that there was nothing wrong about what she'd done, or what had been done to her, last night.
She rapped at his door. At first there was silence, then he said hesitantly, "Yes?"
"It's Cathy. Can I come in?"
There was silence again. But after a few moments, the doorknob turned and the door opened. In his robe, Andy stood there, gazing at her.
"Hi," she said with a friendly smile. "I'd like to talk with you."
He thought that over for a second, then opened the door wider. "Okay. Come in."
She entered the bedroom. He left the door ajar.
She walked to a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs. Her moderately short skirt slid partway up her bare, creamy thighs. In spite of himself, Andy couldn't resist looking.
God, she's a beautiful girl! he thought. But she's a slut-just like the girls at Madam's. And I'm a sap because I thought she was different!
"You're upset with me, aren't you?" she asked as he stood in front of her, his eyes troubled.
"I reckon I don't have any right to be," he said. "You're entitled to live your life any way you want."
"But you don't approve?"
"Oh hell, Cathy!" he said, and turned away. "What difference does it make whether I approve or not?"
She stood and moved up behind him. "It makes a difference to me, because I like you. I like you very much. I have from the beginning."
He turned slowly and looked down into her clear blue eyes. "Then why did you act the way you did last night-going into the bunkhouse with all those guys?"
Poor Andy! He was a lot like she used to be, before she'd had her eyes opened and had found out sex wasn't a monster but a friend. He would have to be handled gently until he realized this, also.
She snuggled up against him. "I'll explain it later," she said. "For now, I just don't want you to be angry with me." She stretched and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Andy's sexual fuse was very short that morning. Despite his disillusionment with Cathy, he'd been tremendously aroused by the sight of her frolicking in the bunkhouse with the ranch hands. Unlike his younger brother, he hadn't consoled himself by masturbating after he returned to his room. Consequently he tossed and turned during most of the night, suffering with a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Now, seeing Cathy this morning-having her in his room, her firm breasts pressing against him, her soft sweet lips on his-rekindled the fire of his lust. His penis immediately, stiffened, rising against the inside of his robe.
Her eyes widened when she felt it press against her belly. She had been suffering from no lack of sex herself. There'd been the orgy last night and the very enjoyable interlude with Maureen and
Junior that morning-but right from the beginning Andy had been the person on the ranch who had most strongly appealed to her. Now, feeling him this way-responding to the pressure of her body and to her kiss by gaining a wonderful erection-gave her such a rush of happiness that she became sexually excited again.
She terminated the kiss and, gasping with excitement, she backed up quickly. Andy's penis flipped suddenly upright, the springiness of the motion caused his robe to come apart. His hard cock poked out through the opening, standing eight inches tall and quivering with lust, its red head completely free of its encircling lip of foreskin.
Cathy gazed at it and gasped again.
"I'm s-sorry," Andy said in confusion, and tried to fumble his robe closed over the magnificent erection.
"No! Oooh, noooo-I want it!" Cathy cried impetuously, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Andy hardly believed what was happening to him. It was beyond his fondest dreams. Yet it undeniably was true that she was taking his cock-head into her warm, loving mouth-sucking on it, licking it and. champing it between her jaws and at the same time caressing his super-stiff shaft up and down, up and down, her encircling hand r
The Rancher's Stepdaughter gliding from his nuts to his corona and back again, over and over.
He writhed on the balls of his feet and couldn't keep from fucking his hot prick in and out of her encompassing mouth gently, as the most delicto: is sensations he had ever known rocked him in wave after wave after wave ...
Bart, on his way to his bedroom to fetch the magazine he'd been reading the evening before, happened to glance through the open door of his eldest son's room. He could hardly believe his eyes.
Now Andy was realizing the benefit of her sexual metamorphosis. Every man on the ranch had benefited by it except Bart himself, who had brought it about!
It occurred to him suddenly that this was highly unfair.
Bart stripped off his clothes as he entered his son's bedroom ...
Downstairs, Maureen and Junior were left momentarily alone, and they'd taken advantage of the opportunity to embrace and kiss passionately. As they sat on the living room sofa, Junior's hand went groping up between his stepmother's sleekly stockinged legs while her tongue leaped like a flame between his lips and her hand hotly caressed the hump that had risen at his crotch.
His hand stroked higher-off her stockings and onto the very warm, soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs. His touch was tremendously exciting to her. More exciting than Bart's, because Junior was so young and extra-virile. Maureen's thighs inched wider apart, giving him more freedom of access, and she thrilled wildly as his hand pressed against the narrow crotch of her flimsy silk panties. His fingertips traced the flesh fissure on the other side of the clinging silk and felt the dozens of soft curling hairs.
He tore his mouth from hers. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed as he gazed down and watched her tickling his prick. "I gotta fuck you, Maureen!"
She laughed softly and happily in her throat. "You must have had fun with Cathy and me upstairs a little while ago."
"Yeah, but-shit! This is so new to me and-oh, god damn it, baby, are you gonna let me screw you or not?"
She continued to caress his bulging, throbbing glans very lightly with the tips of her fingers as they both watched what she was doing.
She said, "I'll let you screw me on one condition."
"What's that?" he asked pantingly, and pressed harder against the warm, thin nylon which passed between her legs.
"Call me mama when you're doing it," she said in a suddenly passion-roughened voice as she grasped his stiff cock and gave it an especially vigorous stroking.
"Yeah!" he groaned. "Oooh, shit! Fuck me, mama-fuck me!"
Whining ecstatically, Maureen flopped onto her stomach over an arm of the sofa. Her head hung down to the floor, her red hair fanning out across the carpet. Her bottom was in the air.
Junior found the pose especially abandoned and erotic, as she had hoped he would. He lost no time in pulling up her dress and slip, so that these garments were bunched at the small of her back, then he paused for an instant to admire her rounded, firm buttocks which were sheathed in sheer pink nylon briefs.
Then Junior gleefully grasped the narrow elastic band at the top of her panties and pulled those panties down, baring her lovely butt. He drew the filmy, clingy panties along her thighs, over her stockings, and the rest of the way down. As she writhed to help him remove her pants, he was treated to teasing glimpses of her asshole and the interior of her red-haired cunt.
When he climbed up onto the couch behind her, his cock was tingling with anticipation, and it felt so hard he believed it would have broken off if he'd whacked it against something!
He drew a bead on his stepmother's undulating bare white ass, which was framed beautifully by her garter belt and stocking tops, and as he gripped his prick in his fist, he said, "Mama, I'm gonna fuck you hard! I'm gonna fuck my cock into you right up your tonsils!"
"Ooooh, Junior, yessss! I want your cock. Let me have it! Shove it right into your mama's cunt! Fuck me, baby!"
With a savage growl, Junior worked his blunt-headed probe into the wiggly warm folds of her vulva, found the snapping little mouth of her vagina, and drove straight and hard all the way into her belly.
"God! Oooh, fuck!" said Maureen. She began to writhe madly and bump against him.
"Shit, what a cunt you've got, mama!" Junior said huskily. He began to stroke his long, stiff prick in and out of her, slapping his belly against her ass, jarring her all the way to her eyeteeth. "Jesus Christ! Oh, Christ on a crutch! Wow! God damn, what fucking!"
As she rocked back on her knees, Cathy's eyes popped open. Andy had opened his eyes at the same instant.
"Dad!" Andy exclaimed, experiencing his third severe shock of the last few hours.
"Mr. Halverson!" said Cathy, and hopped to her feet.
"Please ... both of you ... call me Bart," the middle-aged man said with difficulty. "And let's all get onto the bed together. May we? Please?"
Andy would have rebelled against this new twist in the strangely interlocked relationships if it weren't for the fact that Cathy eagerly accepted, hurrying to the bed and tumbling onto her back in such a way that her skirt whipped up to her waist, exposing her luscious bare thighs and silken pink panties. He had to have her, especially after the marvelously exhilarating fellatio that she'd just given him! And somehow prudish taboos didn't mean very much any more, in the light of Cathy's liberated attitude. If it was all right with her to have fun with his father and himself at the same time, why should he object? It obviously was all right with the old man, too. Old man? God damn, that hard-on that he was gripping in his fist didn't make him look very old, Andy had to admit. No wonder a young, pretty doll like Maureen had fallen for him!
Andy threw off his robe, and he approached one side of the bed while his father approached Cathy from the opposite direction. They knelt beside her, and she gripped both their huge, throbbing erections as they began to take off her clothes.
Away went her blouse, then her bra, and her beautiful bare tits bobbed, their stiff nipples sticking rigidly upward. The men pulled down her skirt, leaving her in just her pink nylon panties.
She writhed between them, causing her taut breasts to vibrate. Her thighs swayed open and closed, alternately revealing, then concealing the, narrow crotch of her briefs which pressed against the moist softness of her delightful young cunt and permitted a few curling blonde hairs to escape along its edges. Her moisture seeped through the thin nylon, making itself evident to the men.
She pulled on their pricks and moaned wantonly, "Ooh, take off my pants! Make me naked! Use me! Love me! FUCK meeeee!"
"You hot, sweet bitch!" Bart growled admiringly.
"Cathy!" Andy husked. "Oh God, I do love you!"
The men grasped her panties at either side and quickly pulled them down and off. Her legs flew apart. Father and son gazed at her luscious pink pussy with the curling golden hairs at both sides of it and above. They'd never seen, and they couldn't imagine, a more appealing cunt!
The trouble was, they both wanted it at the same time. But Cathy did have a great many other attractions to explore, so Andy let his father dive headlong into the sweet valley between her thighs while he snuggled beside the lovely girl and took a titty into his mouth to suck. His tongue toyed with the very firm, chewable peg of her nipple, bathing it in saliva, then he concentrated on sucking it and finally he chewed it gently with his teeth.
Meanwhile, Bart opened her fresh, delightful pussy with his thumbs and gazed at the wealth of moist pink flesh, lined with tendrils of gold. Her small but very visible clitoris was sticking up, its smooth, glazed tip vibrating in anticipation of his caressing tongue. The little mouth of her vagina was partially open, soliciting a tongue-thrust.
Bart eagerly responded to her girlish demands, first laying his long wet tongue lengthwise in her slit and swabbing it up and down, up and down.
"Ooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooh," she panted, her ass twisting voluptuously against the bed and her titties shaking against Andy's face.
He chased first one nipple, then the other, drawing quick sucks on the adorable little pink towers of erectile tissue.
His father tongue-twirled her trembling stiff clitoris, flipped his tongue against the tip of it, then drove that oral instrument down the soft trough of her pussy and into her hot clasping hole. He fucked his tongue in and out of her delightedly as he inhaled her marvelous young female aroma.
When he shifted slightly, raising one of her legs in the air so that he could lick up and down the luscious inner slope of her thigh, Andy took advantage of the opportunity to attack her sweet lower region, also. He lifted her other leg, drawing it well away from its twin so that she was completely split open, her legs forming a wide erotic upright V, and he kissed and licked along one thigh while his father continued to tongue-wash the other one.
What a thrill it was for Cathy to have both these men, representing two generations of the Halverson family, making love to her at the same time! But the thrill became even more intense in just a few moments as Andy's young lust became too strong for him to subdue any longer, and he rolled her over on top of him, her split crotch coming right down on the upthrust prong of his pecker!
His lean hardness glided up into her moist, clasping warmth, and she began to fuck him immediately as her luscious tits hung full and quivering above his face. He groaned with delight and played with them, batting them springily about and pulling first one thrusting pink nipple then the other to his hungry lips.
Bart was momentarily stymied, because his son had possession of the pussy that he himself wanted. However, in watching Cathy's voluptuous young ass pumping up and down on his son's upstanding pole, Bart couldn't help but notice the delightful little pinkish-brown aperture between her widespread plump buttocks which was going unused. Why not use it?
Why not give her double the fun?
He expelled a gob of saliva onto his fingertips and applied it between her bobbing buttocks, working it partially into her tight anus. Leaning well forward atop Andy, she turned her head and smiled at Bart, thinking that he was just giving her a pleasant caress back there. But he had something far more vigorous in mind!
His cock was already well lubricated with its own viscous juice, so all he had to do now was to move close behind her, straddling his son's legs, and work the wet, rubbery head of his pecker in between Cathy's wiggly soft ass cheeks. He centered his cock on her hot little dimple, then twisted and pushed.
"Aaaaah!" Cathy cried, feeling pain for a moment as the wide head stretched her delicate puckered portal open and forced its way inside.
But once the glans was in her rectum, pain turned into a glorious sense of fullness as two cocks plunged and rotated inside her at the same time, rubbing one another through the thin membranes which separated her two chambers. And the sensation of Bart's shaft moving in the narrow stretched gate of her anus was not altogether unlike the pleasure derived in shitting, except that in this case, the "turd" moved a little ways out, then a little ways in, then a little ways out again.
But the main thrill came from lying between the two men, being penetrated and possessed by both of them at the same time, feeling her body being buffeted forward and back as both of them fucked her.
Wonderful!
Her very tight asshole rippled spastically around Bart's stroking cock, and his balls soon became unable to hold his cum any longer. With a harsh growl, he let go, driving his prick even deeper up her ass, and he dumped his hot semen spurtingly into her rectum.
This gave her such a wild new sensation that she climaxed convulsively around Andy's stroking prick, and this drew the cream up from his nuts. He gushed into her pussy, and she felt herself being hosed from both directions at the same time-literally filled with a double serving of thick, hot male-Juice!