Chapter 3
Bart sat in his undershorts in a bedroom chair and vaguely heard the sound of the shower running in the adjoining bathroom while the deeper portion of his mind continued to grapple with the big problem that confronted him.
It had been a surprise when Maureen phoned from Pennsylvania and told him she was bringing her young niece home to stay with them. She was a sweet girl, and he disliked having to hurt her. But the ranch meant more to him than anything. He'd worked his butt off as a young man to buy the land. Then for years he'd slaved to build the ranch and place it on a sound paying basis. He'd sired two sons to help him run the spread as he grew older, and it was his fondest hope that they eventually would take over the entire operation, perpetuating the empire he'd created. That would be his legacy and his monument.
The scheme depended on the willingness of his sons to remain with him rather than to take off on their own. They had ranch life in their blood-but there was always the risk that they'd fall under the spell of girls who would lead them away.
Bart had tried to guard against that by making it easy for his boys to have as much free sexual satisfaction as their strong young bodies demanded. So far it had worked well. Neither Andy nor Junior were interested in any of the respectable local girls. Why should they be, when they had their sexual needs taken care of expertly and often by the whores at Madam's house-at their father's expense?
But Cathy's sudden arrival on the scene placed a wild card in the deck. She would be close at hand, living with them, and she was a very attractive young woman. More important, she was a sweet little virgin. That meant she would be a constant temptation-and a challenge. One of the boys was sure to yield. Perhaps both of them would, and jealousy would become a factor along with lust. Bart couldn't imagine any combination more deadly to his plans.
Cathy would have to leave the ranch.
He hadn't noticed that the shower had stopped running, nor that the bathroom door had opened as Maureen stepped into the adjoining dressing alcove. Suddenly she entered the bedroom and he raised his head.
Maureen stood before him wearing his favorite costume: high-heeled slippers, long sheer stockings, a garter belt, fancy lace-trimmed panties, and a lacy bra. Both the bra and panties were a delicate mint-green, which brought out the matching color of her eyes and emphasized her fair skin tone. Her red hair was loose, tumbling to caress her shoulders.
She smiled. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do, baby."
He got up and walked over to her.
Maureen liked what she saw also. Bart was an excellent physical specimen for a man of his age: tall and husky, with a tight belly and muscular arms and legs and a thick, muscular cock. -
His blue eyes twinkled as he took his wife in his arms. "You're asking for trouble, walking in here dressed like that," he said.
"Trouble's what I want tonight," she replied boldly, and tilted her pretty face upward for a kiss.
His hungry mouth swooped down and his firm lips sealed themselves to hers. His tongue surged into her mouth and thrashed about, rubbing her tongue and stirring her excitement.
One of his large hands slid down her back and spanned the taut, shivery globes of her bottom, enjoying their quiver through her thin silk panties. His cock tensed against the pressure of her belly. She felt this immediately and responded with a subtle writhing that worked his prick against her soft belly.
He swept her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bed, placing her gently on her back. He knelt beside her and ran his rough hands over her body. Their abrasive quality titillated her tactile nerves, especially when he stroked her quivering belly and pubic mound through her whisper-thin panties.
"Undress me," she invited. 'Take off my bra first. My breasts are aching to have you suck them."
No matter how mature of thought a man might be, Maureen knew, he never outgrew his urge for titty. Her husband proved this by responding immediately to her invitation, freeing her breasts and fastening his warm, wet mouth to the crest of one of them. His tongue stroked her nipple, and his teeth nibbled gently at the rubbery little tidbit. He drew it deeper into his mouth and sucked hungrily, working his lips against the soft, smooth skin that surrounded her aureole.
Maureen moaned and writhed, causing her breast to wiggle sensually in his mouth. Tentacles of excitement spread out from her nipples, reaching all parts of her body and finding an especially receptive locale in the warm little crevice between her thighs.
Bart's knowing hand moved toward that precious spot, gliding across her belly and between her legs which voluptuously parted to receive him. He stroked the narrow crotch band of her panties, pressing the thin green silk against her vulva.
As he twisted slightly to pull her panties down, his erect prick swung through the gaping fly of his shorts like some gigantic boom. He removed her panties from her legs and bent her upraised thighs, which were delightfully white above the tops of her clinging beige stockings.
"Eat me-oooh, eat meeeee!" Maureen moaned, and eagerly lifted her hips, offering her moist, flavorful pussy to his descending mouth ...
In her room, Cathy twisted between the sheets of her bed, suffering acute physical frustration over the abortive sexual episode with Junior in the barn. This had bothered her all day, but now the discomfort was especially intense.
She had no conscious regret over not giving in to him. She regretted only that he'd behaved in such a vulgar, sinful way and that she'd let him go as far as he had. Fortunately she'd summoned the strength to fight him off at the end or the result would have been disastrous for both of them! What was he thinking of, to actually pull her panties down? That was terrible! She wasn't sure she would ever be able to look him in the eye again.
He'd gotten her all worked up, and it was difficult for a girl to calm herself after such an experience, Cathy discovered. He'd gone much father than any of the boys she'd dated back home. She'd always been very strict with them. But Junior caught her completely off balance, when she was still affected by what she'd seen in her aunt's and uncle's bedroom last night. Filthy as that was, it had excited her.
Why did a girl's body have to give her so much trouble? she wondered. Why did it keep trying to lead her into ways she knew were wrong, and into acts that were disgusting and evil?
She thought about her aunt and uncle and how she'd watched them carry on. How could they abandon themselves so completely to lust? They apparently didn't believe it was harmful, or else they simply didn't care what they did or what happened to them as a result.
She wondered if Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bart had left their blinds up again and if their French window was ajar as before. She knew she had no right to spy. That was a sin in itself, quite apart from the effect it had upon her. But she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Finally she told herself that she would merely satisfy her curiosity about the windows. The blinds were probably pulled, and if that was the case it would end the matter-there would be no possibility of spying. It probably was just by accident that the blinds had been left up last night, she conjectured.
What she failed to consider was that the windows of the master bedroom looked out on uninhabited desert and, since it was assumed no intentional peepers lived on the ranch, there was no reason to draw the shades. Besides, Bart and Maureen enjoyed having the moonlight splash into their room after their lights were turned out, and they liked to be awakened by the first rays of the morning sun.
Cathy climbed out of bed. This time she slipped into a robe before stepping out on the balcony. She was trembling with excitement.
As soon as she passed through her French door and stood on the balcony, she saw that a pool of light emanated from the windows of the master bedroom. But this didn't tell her for certain that the blinds were up. The glow could have been coming through the cloth.
Trembling more than ever, she moved stealthily forward ...
The scene which struck her eyes as she peeped through the undraped windows of her aunt's and uncle's bedroom was so depraved and perverted that she had to catch at the wall to avoid collapsing from the shock.
Aunt Maureen lay on her back on the bed, her stockinged legs uplifted, while Uncle Bart knelt between them with his face pressed directly into her crotch. He was kissing her down there! Cathy had never seen -anything so filthy in her life!
Judging by the way her uncle was twisting his head and groaning passionately, he was enjoying the vile act. So was Aunt Maureen. The latter fact was clear from the enraptured expression on her face and from the way she was caressing Uncle Bart's busy gray head.
She was saying something in a moaning voice, and Cathy strained to make out the words:
"Ooooh, Bart-your tongue! It's so wonderful. Keep fucking it into me, lover! Ooooh, you tongue-fuck so goooood!"
The forbidden vulgar sex-word re-echoed in Cathy's brain, impacting again and again on her naive consciousness along with the image of what Uncle Bart was doing and how her aunt was loving it. Maureen flexed her lovely legs in the air, her stockings catching a gleam from the bedside lamp and her garters pulling taut against the soft pale flesh of her upper thighs.
Finally Bart clutched one of those waving legs and licked moistly all around the top of her stocking. He turned to the other one and trailed his tongue upward from the stocking rim to the red fluff that bordered in his wife's juicy slit. He caught some of the silken tendrils between his teeth and tugged at them. He steered his wet tongue through them until his mouth was on her mound. There he took as much of her tuft into his mouth as he could hold. He sucked and licked it.
She had a hand wrapped around his stiff prick and was pulling on the long, thick lever. She panted, "I can't wait! I need this! Oooh, let me have it, Bart! Let me suck it for you!"
Cathy, already numb with shock and trembling from head to toes, thought, She can't mean it! She wouldn't really take that filthy thing into her mouth!
Nothing could have torn Cathy away from the window now. She wanted desperately to see what was going to happen next, i
Bart kept his head between Maureen's thighs for a little while longer. He had to slip his tongue down her wet, warm, slippery slit again, to work it in and out of all her meaty folds, flutter it across the straining tip of her clitoris, and pump it in and out of her vagina for a final few times, enjoying the way her cuntal muscles clutched spastically around it. Meanwhile she continued to pant and moan and writhe, pulling on the tree of his penis as if she were seeking to yank it out by its root.
Finally he straightened up and twisted to a sitting position so he could take off his boxer shorts. She sat up quickly, her red hair mussed and her face frenzied with passion. She pushed against his chest and he lay down on his back. She quickly bent over him, clutched his shorts, and helped him pull them down. As he kicked free of them, she grasped the swaying pole that stood up from his loins and stripped the foreskin back off its bulging end.
Cathy watched in horrified amazement as Aunt Maureen bowed her head, her mouth opening hungrily. Her lips encircled the knob of Uncle Bart's cock and slid over it until the entire bulging glans was in her mouth. Then she began to bob her head, and her lips glided up and down on the slippery shaft while she sucked ravenously and drank the pungent secretions of his prick.
Cathy's stomach lurched.
Yet Cathy continued to stare all the harder, and her pussy dribbled like mad, moistening the hot inner surface of her thighs.
It was clear that Uncle Bart was enjoying to the ultimate the treatment he was getting from Aunt Maureen. As her mouth pumped briskly up and down his erect penis, the upper part of his body writhed and his face contorted passionately. He worked his rough hands into her tossing red hair and caressed her head gently as it continued to rise and fall.
After a while Maureen let his prick escape from her sucking mouth, and it twitched in midair, its rosy head gleaming moistly with her saliva. She held the great throbbing column by its base and tilted it to and fro while her tongue fluttered up one side and down the other. Next she licked its tip and circled the entire head carefully, using her tongue like a warm, velvety washcloth, imparting a voluptuous sensation to every quivering nerve-end of his cock.
Finally she fitted her mouth over his cock's handsome crown for a second time and resumed sucking. She bobbed her head in longer strokes this time, taking the big prick all the way into her throat as her encircling lips glided down its thick, saliva-slickened shaft, nearly to its hairy base.
Cathy could almost feel that awful cock stuffing her mouth, thrusting brutally into it. She tried to imagine what it must taste like. Though she was sure she wouldn't like it, her mouth watered and she gulped involuntarily.
After what seemed like an eternity to the peeping teenager, Maureen finally quit pleasuring Uncle Bart in this manner and leaped astride him, very much as if she were mounting a horse. But she landed on his rigid cock and that lengthy horn drove way up inside her.
Cathy continued to gape as her aunt twisted and pumped. The young girl could see her uncle's thick shaft being rhythmically absorbed and released by her aunt's wet, encircling pussy as her aunt's ass moved energetically up and down, up and down on the cock. Cathy also noted how Uncle Bart's testicles were drawn up tightly at the base of his cock.
"Oh, baby, how you can fuck!" he cried, and he began to drive his prick into her each time her buttocks dropped.
Cathy's hand stole involuntarily to the lower front of her body where she seemed to feel Uncle Bart's long brutal penis driving into her virginal cunt. She rubbed herself through her robe and nightie. Her clit was hot and hard, thrusting forward between the lips of her vulva.
She spread her legs slightly and tilted her pelvis upward so that she could rub that super-sensitive tip directly. She still wasn't really thinking about what she was doing-her conscious attention was riveted entirely on the action taking place in her aunt's and uncle's bedroom.
What action it was! Aunt Maureen moved as if she were gaining a tremendous amount of pleasure out of having Uncle Bart's penis driving up inside her. She acted as if she could scarcely get enough of it! He bucked between her spread thighs with at least equal lust, and reached up to cup and squeeze her juggling breasts.
Cathy rubbed her own breasts through her robe and kept massaging her throbbing, tingling clit. Excitement choked her.
Suddenly Maureen and Bart rolled over and he ended up on top. Now his hips could move with greater freedom, and Cathy watched his awesome prick as it pumped steadily and powerfully into her aunt's defenseless hole. Aunt Maureen still seemed to enjoy the punishment she was taking, because her hips reached for the cock on every plunge, absorbing it all the way to Uncle Bart's balls. Each time his prick withdrew, it was coated with the thick, gooey substance that lubricated Maureen's vagina.
She moaned excitedly, "Fuck me-fuck me! Drive me right through the god damned bed! Oh, you big fucking bastard, I love it!"
A cry escaped Cathy's gaping lips, and suddenly she realized that she was climaxing. The sensation was stronger than last night. A wave of shame spread over her, but it couldn't stifle the blossoming warmth of her self-induced orgasm. Even though this was quite modest as orgasms went, it gave Cathy the greatest sexual pleasure she'd thus far ever experienced, and she hung onto the wall for support as the shockingly wonderful sensations rocked her eager young body. All the while she continued to gaze glassily at the action that was fast approaching a climax in the master bedroom.
Maureen and Bart hadn't noticed the sharp little cry of passion from outside their windows because they were making too many sounds themselves, moaning and panting as they pumped feverishly together. When their mutual climax struck, its blissful shock-waves dwarfed the meager response which Cathy had obtained. They clutched each other and kissed with thrashing tongues while Bart's prick spewed warm, thick semen into Maureen's clutching, ripping vagina.
Then they lay still.
Cathy continued to support herself by leaning against the wall next to the window. Now that her orgasm was over, she felt terribly ashamed. She wanted to return to her bed and just die. But she didn't trust her wobbly legs to hold her if she tried to walk.
As she was attempting to gain her equilibrium, she heard voices from the master bedroom. Her aunt and uncle still lay in each other's arms, and they were talking softly and intimately.
"Bart, I've been thinking a lot about Cathy. She just couldn't take care of herself if she were put out on her own."
"Baby, you know how I feel about that," Bart replied. "I don't want to make things tough for her, but it just wouldn't work to keep her here. I'd like to-but we can't."
"If you'd like to, at least give it a try," Maureen coaxed. "She is no troublemaker. And she's not boy-crazy; I can guarantee that. Andy and Junior are too mature for her, anyway. She's just a child compared to them."
"Yeah, but a damned pretty child," he said.
"So she's pretty. They've known other pretty girls. Those dollies at Madam's place aren't exactly dogs, are they?"
"Well, no ..."
'Then what makes you think the boys are going to get all hot and bothered about Cathy? Relax. Give the situation a chance. And give Cathy a chance to-she deserves it."
When Maureen talked to her husband like that, holding him tenderly against her breasts, caressing him, licking and nibbling around his ears, he could hardly refuse her anything. And it was true that he didn't want to hurt the young girl.
"Okay," he said finally. "Maybe I'm a jackass for givin' in, but... well... well see what happens."
"Oh, Bart, I love you!" She hugged him fiercely and gave him a hot kiss while she worked the muscles of her vagina, massaging his limp prick which was still lodged deeply in the warm, moist channel.
"Hey," he said huskily, "that feels damned good!"
"I want you to fuck me again," she whispered. "Think you're up to it?"
"Keep that little snapper goin' the way it is, and I'll be horny again in a coupla minutes."
"You're all man, Bart! That's why I'm so crazy about you. And you're a good man, too. I knew you wouldn't turn Cathy out in the cold."
Wiser and feeling somewhat more secure about her status at the ranch, Cathy found the strength to walk slowly back to her own room. She understood now why Uncle Bart had wanted to send her away. But that was silly. She certainly wasn't going to let either Junior or Andy get anywhere with her.
However, as she climbed back into bed, she remembered how she'd felt when Junior had partially stripped her and caressed her body. She thought also of how she'd respond just now, as she watched Uncle Bart and Aunt Maureen do all those awful things.
I'm a weak and sinful person! she decided as she pressed her face deeply into the pillow. I don't know what's going to become of me if I don't get hold of myself.
She resolved to try harder to do what she knew was right, which meant specifically to stay strictly away from sex. She mustn't think about it or become involved with it even indirectly from now on. In was a spider web of sin that entangled its victims and held them prisoner until finally they were devoured by horrible lust!
Look at what it had done to Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bart! She could hardly bear to remember the awful, filthy things she'd seen them do. But by the same token, she couldn't keep from visualizing those sights over and over in her mind, shameful as they were.
Spying on her aunt and uncle had driven her into the borderland of sin and lust, she believed, and that was where the road to destruction started. The only way to save herself was to resolve never to peep again.
And as for having sex with Junior, she would avoid him absolutely. That went for Andy, also, though she liked him better and was sure he wasn't like his younger brother. But since he was a male, she couldn't afford to take chances.
Now that Uncle Bart agreed to let her remain at the ranch, she didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize her position. She didn't want to jeopardize her eternal soul, either. What would her dear mother have said?
Cathy refused even to think about the answer to that. It was too painful. Finally she calmed herself and was able to drop off to sleep.