Chapter 6
The next day Cathy was surprised when Uncle Bart invited her to go riding. "There's a patch of ground over near the section line that I have to look at," he said. "Water's been standing there ever since our last rain. I've gotta figure on putting in some drainage."
Cathy and her uncle saddled up at the barn. She still felt a little sore from her ride the previous day, but she supposed that the only way to get used to horseback riding was to do a lot of it, so she figuratively gritted her teeth and swung aboard her mount.
Bart didn't talk much as their horses plodded along the trail side-by-side. Cathy made a couple of attempts to launch a conversation, but his answers, while pleasant enough, were abrupt. He was not much of a ladies' man, she concluded.
But at least he'd asked her to go along, and that had to mean something. She hoped it mean he'd decided to accept her presence on the ranch and would quit asking Aunt Maureen to send her away.
The spot he wanted to inspect was a grassy, tree-fringed area which was nearly as remote and picturesque as the place she'd visited the day before with Maureen and Junior. While there was a small pool of water standing in the center of it, the area under the trees was dry and pleasant. They dismounted there.
Bart looked around. Then she noted that his gaze centered on something off in the distance. He was squinting.
"Hellow!" he said. "Somebody's ridin' out here."
As the rider drew near, Cathy recognized him as Lash Lathrop, the ranch foreman.
When she'd first met Lash, a little shiver had gone down her spine. There was something the girl didn't like about the man-something that frightened her; Perhaps it was his sharp way of looking at a person with those dark eyes of his, or maybe it was the ugly scar on his cheek. She supposed she associated the scar with the movie villains she'd seen; they always seemed to have scars on their faces.
Lash rode up, reined his horse to a quick stop, and jumped off. "Mr. Halverson, you're wanted back at the house right away," he said. "There's an important call from Chicago-something about one of your stock show entries. There's been a mix-up of some kind."
Bart turned to her. "Sorry, Cathy, but I'd better get right back. I'll want to take the trail pretty fast. You can rest here for awhile if you like, then come along later with Lash. Take care of her, Lash-you hear?"
"I certainly will, Mr. Halverson," the wiry, dark-complexioned man said. He swung down out of the saddle and approached Cathy.
She stood beside the horse and looked at him as he slowly walked up beside her.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Your saddle is a little tight. Here, let me adjust it."
Standing beside her, Lash bent and seemed to do something to the strap that passed under the horse's belly. As he straightened up, he placed his hand on Cathy's thigh which was snugly encased in stretch-pants.
A startling sensation went through her as he trailed his hand quickly upward onto her plump, firm buttock. He gave the buttock a familiar squeeze.
She looked at him, and his eyes burned into hers. But he was smiling.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, her voice a trifle shaky.
"Because I felt like it. You liked it, didn't you?"
"I certainly did not!" Her cheeks colored. "And I'll thank you to keep your hands to yourself from now on. Of all the nerve! I have half a notion to tell Uncle Bart! What's the matter with you?"
"The only thing the matter with me is that I get a hell of a hard-on every time I look at you. Now what do you think of that?" He grinned, smirking, his eyes glinting.
"I'm leaving," she said as firmly as possible, and turned to mount her horse.
He let her place her foot in the stirrup and start to swing up into the saddle. Then he ran his arm around her waist and lifted her into midair. He carried her away from the mount, kicking and screaming, and tossed her onto the grass.
He stood over her, his legs planted a little way apart, and glared down. She looked up at him fearfully. She didn't know what to say or do. She was sniffling back the hurt to her dignity-and to her fanny, when he'd dropped her.
"I think well just spend a little while out here together," he announced. "You need some taming down-and some wising up, also."
"How dare you talk to me that way! And how dare you treat me like this."
"Baby, I can dare anything. You'd better get that through your cute little head before we start, then the whole thing will go a lot easier. Now, why don't you take your clothes off?"
"WHAT?"
"You heard me: Strip! I want to see what I'm gettin'."
"You're getting nothing!" Cathy exclaimed, and started to scramble to her feet.
He grasped her and flung her down to the ground again. This time he went with her. She cried and fought him savagely, but it was easy for him to pin her on her back and to flatten her arms and legs against the ground as he straddled her.
Cathy was amazed and terrified, and she felt humiliated in the extreme. The man was even stronger and more determined that Junior. He made Junior seem like an ineffectual boy. Lash was about thirty, lean and hard, and evidently without a scruple to his name.
She struggled against him, but it was utterly futile. He just smirked down at her, enjoying the way her breasts vibrated inside her white, shiny blouse.
"You're out of your mind!" she panted. "Let me up this instant."
"Unh-unh," he told her, shaking his head. "You ain't gonna get up for quite awhile. Not until you're a lot calmer and a full-fledged woman. I'm gonna teach you the facts of life, baby. Then maybe you'll quit being such a teaser, like the way you were the other day when you ran away from Junior in the hay barn. I saw you scurry across the yard with your clothes all undone and your bare tits stickin' out."
Tits! He'd said tits! He was the vilest, most despicable man Cathy had ever know! And it was clear to her that he meant to force her to give in to him. She couldn't imagine how he dared to be so bold. Perhaps he really was out of his mind. But his mental processes weren't important to her now. The only thing that mattered was that he intended to fuck her.
"Let's take off that blouse," Lash said, and reached around her to get at the buttons that ran down her back.
"No!" she exclaimed, and started to struggle.
He grasped her by an arm and neatly gave her a twist, which flopped her onto her belly. He held her at the back of the neck, pushing her face into the grass and quickly unbuttoned her blouse.
Cathy felt horribly degraded. Nobody had ever treated her this way before. She kicked and moaned loudly. He paid no attention.
After he'd opened her blouse to her waist, Lash slipped his hand under the strap of her white brassiere and wrenched its hooks open. A giddy thrill went through the girl as her breasts, suddenly unrestrained, spread voluptuous against the ground.
He rolled her onto her back again. She clawed and tried again to kick him, but missed in both attempts. He yanked her blouse off her shoulders and held her arms close together so that he could pull the garment completely away from her.
One of her bra straps had slipped down. The cups merely lay atop the loose, quivering mounds of her breasts. Grinning tightly, the ranch foreman slid his finger under the bra at its center and flipped it up around her neck. Her round, pink nippled titties were exposed.
"Hey, that's all right," he said, showing his white teeth as he grinned.
"Please-ooooh, please!" Cathy wailed.
"Go on, baby," he chided. "You're gonna love this."
Then he pressed his face to her young, firm bosom and began to lick and suck. Wild sensations went through her. They were even stronger than the ones she'd felt with Junior-perhaps because her situation now seemed so utterly hopeless. This man was very strong and determined, and it hardly made any sense to fight him. But she had to! She couldn't give in without a struggle. Her morals demanded that.
His wet sucking mouth moved from nipple to nipple, and he licked each one thoroughly before he took the tingling flesh-buds between his lips. He sucked and laved them with his warm, moist tongue. He nibbled at the pegs of erectile tissue. Hot darts of sinful delight coursed through her.
"No! No!" she said aloud, and she writhed against his face. But it only caused her taut breasts to vibrate and her nipples to leap in and out of his mouth, arousing him still further.
When he straightened, he pulled her bra off and tossed it aside. Then he grasped the top of her stretch-pants and easily pulled them down. He left them wound around her legs for a moment, making it impossible for Cathy to kick him when he placed his hand on her belly which was sheathed in flesh-toned bikini panties of thin, silky nylon. He caressed her quivering tummy, then slid his hand down over her mound and between her thighs, pressing the narrow crotch of her panties against the flaming, moist lips of her cunt.
She closed her eyes against the tremendous thrills that rocked her. Oh God, no! Dear God! I can't give in to him! she thought. But her suppressed passionate nature was already hoisting its surrender flag.
When Lash slid his hand underneath her silken briefs and petted her pussy directly, she felt as if she must cry out for him to take her.
But the words that came from her lips were still, "No-no-no!" as she writhed and attempted to kick him.
He quit caressing her crotch for a moment and devoted himself to her boots, which had to be removed before he could get her pants and panties off. He leaned on one of her legs, holding it against the ground, while he pulled the boot off the opposite foot. Then he reversed the procedure and tossed the second boot away. Her stretch-pants came off with a single yank dragging her flimsy nylon briefs partway until they were wound around her thighs just above her knees.
"Damn, baby, but you're a pretty sight!" he said, grinning evilly. "Especially with your panties half-on and half-off like that. I'd like to have a picture of you that way."
"I hate you!" Cathy screamed, although her hot young body was singing a different tune. Her virginal cunt already was awash with excitement.
She made a gesture of grabbing for her panties and trying to pull them up. But Lash curled his fingers around the crotch, noting the fresh, warm moistness which seeped from her pussy, and yanked the panties all the way down.
Cathy felt an overpowering sense of having lost-of being utterly doomed-as he pulled her panties from her kicking feet. Never had a boy or man removed her panties before. She felt totally vulnerable without them-miserably debased.
Lash grasped her, his hands around the backs of her ankles, and pushed forward, at the same time spreading her legs apart. The result was that her crotch and ass were laid open to his lascivious gaze as they'd never been exposed to anyone before.
Her cheeks burned with mortification as she imagined his hot eyes prying into the pink, moist split of her vulva and touching the tight puckered hole of her anus.
The man's prick pounded against the inside of his Jockey shorts as he gazed at the breathtaking beauty of her firm young thighs, so creamy-smooth as they converged on the blonde-fringed splendor of her virginal cunt-then at her cunt itself, small and tight, yet partially open to him now as he held her legs back and well apart. Finally his gaze stroked like a paintbrush down into her buttock cleft where a pinkish-brown dimple winked at him from between white, firm loaves of flesh.
He was going to have real fun with this chick! Old Man Halverson had never given him such a dandy job before. He only hoped the old man was right when he'd said there would be no trouble afterward. Halverson was the law on the ranch, true, but there was a larger law outside, and if this girl were to get away and talk to a deputy sheriff.
Lash preferred not to think about that-at least, not now-and he did have a great deal of confidence in Halverson. The ranch owner could probably keep the heat off, as he'd promised.
Now it was time for Lash to turn the heat on his own special kind of heat that he loved to lavish on clean, young girls like this one. She was "eating stuff if he'd ever seen any, and he was about to have a feast which would bring pleasure to his libido and open her pretty eyes at the same time, he hoped.
Cathy lay in the grass with her legs pushed almost up to her breasts, except that they were wider apart than that, and she felt utterly humiliated. But her pussy was dribbling madly. She imagined that Lash could see the moisture oozing out of it as it curved toward him, ripely split
What is he going to do next? she wondered. What fiendish torment does he had on his depraved mind to try?
She learned quickly enough. And she discovered that, while it might be fiendish and depraved in the judgment of her morality, it was something else to her pleasure-senses.
Lash placed her legs atop his shoulders and bowed his head into the sweet, warm valley between her thighs.
She reacted with panic. He mustn't do this to me! she thought. Not THIS!
But the foreman zestfully lay is long, moist tongue against the even moister, pink slash of her pussy and began to sensually swab his tongue up and down, licking indiscriminately over her silky hairs and the slippery edges of her cuntal folds.
Squirming, Cathy knew how Aunt Maureen had felt when Uncle Bart made love to her in this perverted way. It was magnificent! And it became even better, if that was possible, when Lash wiggled his sinful tongue in between the slippery flanges of her cunt and slurped up her free-flowing juices while fluttering the tip of the evil instrument against her hot-as-a-cinder little clit head, which trembled and throbbed so blissfully that she thought she was about to explode.
Lash had never eaten a pussy that was so delightful. He wormed his tongue in and out of all her slick labyrinthine folds and finally concentrated on the hot secret opening of her vagina which he licked ardently, then tried to penetrate. But her maidenhead stopped him from sticking his tongue in very far.
Cathy was oohing, aahing, and wiggling her legs on his shoulders as her sweet pussy bobbed against his sucking, licking mouth. He decided to let her come this way and give her an idea of what an orgasm was really like. Then maybe she would get over her silly attitude of resistance and eagerly give up her cherry when it came time for him to jam his jim-dandy into her.
He hunkered down, concentrating entirely on her clitoris. He kept his arms wrapped around her thighs, holding them fast against his shoulders so she couldn't thrash around too much, and he proceeded to lick, suck, and bite her little pea of a clit heat. He went at it like the experienced cunt-lapper that he was, intent upon giving as well as taking pleasure, and proving he was more a Casanova than a cold-hearted rapist.
Cathy grooved. Then she flipped. She went wild with passion, and though she continued to tell herself how awful and perverted and wrong it all was, nothing had ever felt so thrillingly right to her before! His licking, lashing tongue made her hot clit pulsate like it had never done against her own hand. Then as he sucked the slippery jutting nubbin, she panted and moaned with all the unabashed frenzy of a heifer being bred. Finally as he nibbled on the little clit-actually took it between his teeth and bit on the firm-spongy flesh protrusion-she went up like a rocket on the Fourth of July!
All the tension fell away from her like a winter coat on the first day of spring, and she rose in naked glory to a height of physical sensation she'd never approached before. Her entire body throbbed and seemed to expand, turning into out-rushing waves of energy that radiated from an exploding center, and for long breathtaking moments she was at one with all the universe-with the very spirit of life itself.
"Ooooooh-ooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooh-" she panted as she kept throbbing in utter bliss, her clitoris vibrating against his teeth and lips and tongue.
Finally the spasms tapered off and she gradually relaxed. What relaxation it was! She'd never known anything like it before.
Lash gently lowered her buttocks against the grass and raised his head. He smiled at her with lips which "were wet with her virginal cum.
"My God-oh my God!" she moaned.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, deliberately underplaying what he knew had been a tremendous experience for her.
So bad? So BAD?
Yes, it was bad! She still believed that. But it also was wonderful! She couldn't deny what her senses had reported and what happened to her when the climax struck. It was better than anything she'd imagined-so much deeper and stronger and all-embracing.
Lash stood up, and she noted hazily the huge lump in the front of his dark, close-fitting jeans. Standing over her, with his legs planted a short distance apart, grinning down, he began to disrobe, unbuttoning his shirt first.
Cathy didn't say anything, nor did she move. She couldn't move right then. She merely stared up at him with her pink lips moistly parted, her high, firm breasts rising and falling, their rosy nipples stretching toward the sun, and she waited.
She hadn't altogether given up the fight, but with her world turned upside down, as had happened just moments before, she hadn't yet been able to regain her grip on reality. She wasn't sure she could even define reality at the moment. All she knew for certain was that what was happening was terribly wrong, yet unspeakably good at the same time, and that more was going to happen before it was over.
Much more.