Chapter 2
When Cathy went downstairs to breakfast in the morning, her Aunt Maureen smiled warmly. Even Uncle Bart was pleasant, though Cathy could hardly forget how he really felt about her.
"Cathy, I want you to meet my boys," Bart said proudly, his weather-lined face beaming as he introduced two good-looking young men. "This here's Bart, Junior, and that strappin' big fellow over there is Andy."
Andy was the older and more handsome of the two. He was tall and lean, with brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. Bart, Junior, was eighteen, considerably shorter, and on the chunky side. His hair was lighter than Andy's and he had blue eyes like his father.
Cathy experienced a surge of hot blood between her thighs when she stared at the boy. She got all prickly and sweaty down there, because he was just as handsome and romantic as he had imagined.
But it would come to nothing. The girl finished the meal quickly and left the house with the painful knowledge in her heart that she wasn't wanted and had no place to go.
Wearing a simple white blouse and blue skirt, no stockings, and shoes designed for walking, Cathy strolled across the open area between the rambling ranch house and the cluster of barns and other outbuildings. The Halversons' German shepherd, Prince, trotted up to her and sniffed in a friendly canine way. Cathy smiled and patted him on the head.
Leaning on the rail fence next to the hay barn, Bart, Junior, watched the girl approach. It was clear that she hadn't yet seen him. He bit down on a straw and studied her from beneath the brim of his Stetson.
She would be a damned fine piece of ass, he speculated, and he prided himself on knowing good ass when he saw it. In the two years he'd been patronizing Madam LeClair's establishment in Cotler, he'd gotten so he could spot the good stuff at a glance. He no longer had to try out a new girl in order to discover she was worth laying; he only had to eyeball her up and down. He seldom judged wrong.
Cathy's nicey-nice manner at the breakfast table hadn't put him off. She'd acted that way, he believed, only because her aunt and uncle were present. Every time she looked at Andy and him there'd been a definite glint of interest in her pretty blue eyes. Well, he would get the jump on old Andy and find out just how far her interest went!
It didn't occur to Junior that Cathy might be a virgin. She was almost as old as he was-and he'd been screwing for two years. The fact that she was Maureen's niece didn't bother him, either. He was already a man when his father had brought Maureen into the house, and he'd never thought of her as anything but his pop's playmate. He wouldn't have minded playing with himself, but he'd always watched his p's and q's because he knew the old man would have given him hell if he'd stepped out of line.
Anyway, Maureen was pushing thirty, while Cathy was young and ripe. She'd be a great change from the whores at Madam's!
He stood unobtrusively behind the rail fence until it became clear where Cathy was going. She was headed for the big barn. He entered the side door of the cavernous building and hurried across the open space at the center of the barn and tumbled into the straw pile which was just inside the main door.
He snuggled low in the loose straw and partially covered himself as he waited for the big door to slide back, admitting Cathy into the barn.
The wait wasn't long. The door gave a groan, then rasped along its metal track as Cathy pushed it open. She hesitated, peering into the dimly lit building. Junior watched her lustfully as the sunlight behind her turned her hair into spun silk. Her skirt was puffed out around her hips and hung loose at her thighs. It would be easy to push up, he speculated. His cock tensed in his snug jeans.
Come in, baby! he silently implored. Come on in!
As if she'd gotten his message, Cathy stepped through the doorway, moving out of the light and into the dimness. Bart's heart thumped harder. He didn't get this excited over the girls at Madam'sat least, not since the first few times.
He could almost feel electricity from Cathy's vibrant youthful body as she moved cautiously toward the center of the barn, glancing around. She didn't see him because he was low in the straw. When she passed directly in front of his hiding place, Bart admired the high, firm mounds of her breasts which jutted proudly forward.
His prick grew larger and harder at the thought of what he was about to do. Except for the constriction of his Levi's, his penis would have been straight as a post.
He waited until she reached the center of the barn, then he quickly crawled out of the straw pile without making a sound, stepped to the main door of the building, and slid it closed.
The sound startled Cathy, and she whirled about.
"Surprise!" Junior said with a grin. His Stetson was pushed onto the back of his head, and he had a straw stuck in his mouth. The front of his pants revealed the measure of his excitement, but Cathy didn't look there.
She smiled with relief. "Wow, you scared me!"
"Aw, come on," he said soothingly as he approached her. "You were hopin' to find me here, weren't you?"
Cathy blinked, wondering what he meant by that. But she didn't make anything of it.
"I wasn't hoping to find anybody," she said. "I was just out for a walk."
He drew closer. He was almost up to her now, a cocky grin still plastered on his youthful, pudgy face. "Kind of a funny place to be walkin', ain't it? A big old dark barn like this. Anybody would've been in here. It's a good thing it was me-huh, baby?"
He boldly tweaked the tip of one of her breasts. Sharp thrills blossomed from her nipple as it hardened against the fabric of her bra.
She was shocked. "Wh-what did you do that for?"
"Just bein' friendly," Bart said, as he continued to grin at her. "Come on-what do you say we lie down over here in the straw for awhile?"
She was bewildered. This couldn't be the boy she'd met at the breakfast table, who'd smiled at her and talked so nicely! Dismay registered on her pretty face, and she took a backward step.
Laughing lewdly, Junior grasped Cathy by the arm. He began dragging her toward the straw.
"No!" she cried, trying to fight him off. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
But her cries were as useless as her struggles. Junior was strong and he had no trouble pulling her to the straw pile and tossing her onto the soft rustic bed.
He laughed as if it were all a game. Sometimes he played this way with the girls at Madam's, and they liked it. But Cathy was terrified.
"Noooo! Let me up! I'll scream!"
He laughed and kept hugging her as they writhed in the loose straw. He was a monster. He was going to rape her! Cathy knew she would have to scream, though she wasn't sure she could be heard outside the huge barn.
"Hey, you're some kinda hellcat, ain't you?" he said, pressing against her as he tried to hold her mouth and control her arms and legs at the same time.
Cathy felt a hard protrusion at the front of his clothes, and she knew he had an erection. She thought of how ferocious her Uncle Bart seemed last night with his huge penis sticking up.
Suddenly her fear changed, cold giving way to heat as Junior clamped his mouth onto hers and his tongue forced its way obscenely between her teeth. At the same time, his hand glided up the front of her body to grasp a round, jutting breasts. He squeezed it through her blouse and bra.
Giddy sensations swamped Cathy's brain as her breast throbbed under the youth's lascivious mauling. Oh, no! she thought desperately. I can't let him. HE MUSTN'T! But he was lying on one of her arms, and he'd subdued the other with one of his own, leaving him a free hand to roam over her body at will. She didn't dare kick violently, for fear her skirt would slide up to her lap.
He pulled his wet mouth off hers and panted, "Quit fightin' so blamed much! I ain't gonna kill you." He chuckled. "Baby, we could have us a real time if you'd just let yourself go."
Then Bart did something that sent shock waves slamming through the virginal girl. He abruptly dipped his hand under her skirt and slithered it up her smooth, warm thighs. It went all the way to her panties, right where the thin nylon was stretched over her pubic mound. The shock turned into a ball of flame that threatened to consume her completely.
"Nooooo!" she exclaimed, and attempted to push his hand down. But her legs responded to his fingers, easing open as he stroked her nylon panty crotch. His daring fingers caressed her cuntlips through the filmy cloth, and her cries of protest turned into moans of carnal excitement. Her head lolled. Her arms went limp.
"You've got a hot little pussy," he whispered.
Cathy fought harder, slapping him across the face and trying to scratch him. But Junior slid his fingers under her briefs and when he touched her delicate hairs and soft labia she received the strongest jolt of excitement yet. Once more, her resistance ebbed.
He violated her moist, heated slit with the tips of his fingers, and her brain reeled. She kept thinking, Stop him! I must stop him! But she couldn't seem to galvanize her muscles into action. She felt weak and loose. Yet the same kind of tension she'd felt last night was building in her nervous system, demanding release.
She whimpered as Junior fingered her tense clitoris, sending sharp, hot impulses racing through her. Stop! Oh, stop! she thought. But it was if she were caught in thick, oozing quicksand, immobilizing her resistance and pulling her down.
The young man withdrew his hand from her panties, giving her a momentary reprieve. However, he immediately began to unbutton her blouse.
"Don't-please don't-" she heard herself murmur. But he paid no attention and kept right on, opening her blouse completely. He pulled it out from under the waistband of her skirt.
He pulled the slack bra cups off her warm, round, quivering tits and wrapped his hands around those silken mounds, again her resistance gave way. She felt terribly degraded as his rough hands mauled her delicate breasts-yet the sensations that swept through her body were ones of warmth and exquisite delight!
She couldn't understand herself. This was last night all over again, only much worse!
"Sweet baby..." Junior moaned. "Hey, you're really something!"
He was punishing Cathy's breasts, squeezing and twisting them. His fingertips concentrated on her thrillingly stiff pink nipples, rolling them and tugging them upward. He bent his head, and she felt his hot mouth surround one of the tingling buds. His tongue stroked it moistly, then his lips sucked it up.
Her nipple danced in his wet, warm mouth, buffeted by his tongue and washed by his syrup saliva. She'd never felt such thrills! They were unbelievable!
"Yes! Yes!" She moaned unwillingly, feeling his hot lips sucking her throbbing nipples.
He straightened up at last, his face flushed. Strands of light-colored hair were dangling across his forehead. He grinned.
"Now I've got something to show you," he said. Cathy seemed to see him through a cloud as he opened the front of his Levi's, reached inside, and brought out his penis. He immediately slid the foreskin back of its bulging head, and she gazed at what appeared to be a thick, rosy arrow sticking out of his open fly.
"Noooo-ohhhh-noooo," she said again, but now her protest was only a hoarse murmur as she stared spellbound at his prick.
"Go ahead," he chuckled. "Take hold of itPlay with it if you want to."
He carried her hand to it, and she wrapped her trembling fingers around the strong, handsome shaft. A drop of clear lubricant oozed out of the hole at its tip and washed down over the bulbous head. She felt the throb of his hot young virility.
He waited to see what she would do. But Cathy quickly drew her hand back, the sudden motion causing his cock to sway jerkily to and fro.
"If you don't want to play with it, I reckon I'll have to put it to work," Bart Junior said, quickly pulling her skirt up around her waist.
He touched her belly through her shimmering pink panties, then carefully took hold of the dainty garment at both sides, gathering the filmy cloth in his hands. He tugged, and her panties began to slide down, exposing her navel, her delicately rounded tummy, then the first wisps of her blonde pussy curls.
Gazing down and seeing this happen-watching her panties slide away-somehow gave Cathy the strength she'd been lacking. It was as if she knew that if she didn't stop the boy now, she never would be able to.
Summoning up all her moral and physical resources, she began to fight fiercely. Junior caught only the merest glimpse of the slit which nestled amid her forest of blonde pubic curls before she frantically tugged her panties up around her hips once more and struggled to her feet.
"Hey, wait!" Junior yelled in surprise. "Come back!"
But she was already running across the barn.
Her skirt had dropped to conceal her thighs, but her breasts bobbed nakedly between the flapping edges of her blouse.
Junior sat where he was and sadly watched her. He wasn't about to use force-not real force-if she didn't want to give in. But he knew there would be another time. Her body had wanted to screw even if her puritanical morals hadn't. And she was worth waiting for.
He gripped his still stiff pecker and fingered it idly as he recalled the thrill of the last few minutes-his touching of her juicy little cunt; his fondling of her firm, resilient tits; the glimpses he'd had of her nipples, her golden pussy-curls, and her precious slit.
His cock throbbed harder in his encircling hand. He gazed down at it and decided he might as well do what he felt like doing. Otherwise he would remain hung-up all day. It was no fun riding horseback with a pair of aching balls!
Settling back in the straw Junior closed his eyes. Summoning up a vision of Cathy as she'd been just moments before-her breasts and pussy wantonly exposed, her mouth panting hotly-he began to stroke his iron-hard prick. As the moistly clinging foreskin worked up and down on his supersensitive shaft, voluptuous sensations flooded his consciousness, stimulating fanciful, erotic images of the girl he'd just tried to make.
He visualized her totally nude, lying with her legs spread wide apart, her pink little cunt thrillingly exposed and vulnerable. He felt himself fucking into it, and his head turned light. He stroked his stiff prick rapidly.
He visualized Cathy lying on her belly with her beautiful butt in the air, and he approached her from the rear-working his hard cock into her tender vagina, then drilling it deep. He screwed her dog-fashion and felt her firm, rubbery buttocks compress and bounce against the slap of his lower belly.
Finally there was the supreme thrill of imagining Cathy approach him while he lay on his back with his stiff cock soaring upward. She imprisoned the head of his penis in her warm, sucking mouth and drew on it while her tongue licked lasciviously over his hot, tingling flesh.
Imagining Cathy taking him in this fashion was so exciting that the boy couldn't hold back any longer, and the semen fountained out of his thrusting cock as he continued to pump his encircling fingers up and down around it. Spurt after spurt of thick, milky fluid arced from the tip of his bulging red glans and landed in the straw. He groaned voluptuously. His eyes rolled back behind closed lids. His whole body arched. He held his foreskin way back and the head of his prick slowly stopped twitching, expelling its final few drops.
When Cathy let herself out of the barn she pulled her blouse together to hide her naked tits. But she hadn't dared stop to fasten her brassiere and button up for fear Junior would grab her again and drag her back inside. The same fear caused her to move quickly across the open area between the big barn and the house, clutching at her blouse. Her blonde hair was mussed and had straw entangled in it.
In a horse corral, the ranch foreman happened to glance up as he was saddling a filly. Lash Lathrop's dark eyes narrowed. The scar on his face took on an uglier cast as his mouth twisted lasciviously.
He'd met Cathy yesterday and gained the impression that she was a very proper girl. As he watched her hurrying across the farmyard, one of her breasts escaped from the blouse she was clutching about her. Lust twisted in him as he gazed at her bobbing white titty, its pink nipple rigidly erect.
He wished he could get next to that. But touching a member of the old man's household was strictly off limits. Someone had been after her, though. Probably that punk, Junior, he guessed.
As he went back to saddling his horse, the foreman wondered whether it would enhance his position in old man Halverson's eyes if he were to tell him what he'd just seen.
No-better not, he decided.