Chapter 7
Lash hauled down his Jockey briefs and his long, limber cock shot out and upward, quivering as it tightened into an eight-inch-long erection. The hood pulled off its bulging rosy head, and Cathy stared up at the fearsome instrument which, unless God intervened to save her, was going to puncture her virginity.
She moaned and felt new tightness gathering throughout her body. "Don't-please don't!" she said, directing the desperate entreaty as much to her own traitorous body as to Lash, who obviously wouldn't be affected by anything she said.
He dropped to his knees beside her, and his stiff prick bobbed. Cathy gazed at the awesome organ close up and noted the clear moisture that was seeping from the hole at its tip, spreading a glaze over the huge bulb of red, blood-choked flesh.
How mil that ever fit inside me? she wondered fearfully. It will hurt something awful! It will tear me! It will.. .
Stark terror gave her the impetus to suddenly pull herself together, and from somewhere she got the strength to roll quickly onto her hands and knees and start to lunge to her feet.
But Lash jumped after her and grasped her around the tits and middle, his heavy cock whacking against her thigh.
"Ooooooh!" she wailed piteously, and collapsed beneath him, certain that all was lost now.
But that cock of his! That gigantic cock! She couldn't take it. It would surely kill her.
Lash laughed now that he'd subdued her, and he ran his hand down her gently curving spine into the dip at the small of her back, then up onto the flaring rounded loaves of her bottom. Her ass was smooth and firm and quivery to his touch. His prick gave a tight jerk as he massaged the beautiful fanny, rolling and shivering its close-set globes.
He pushed himself backward a little and gripped the cheeks of her ass, one in each hand. She felt terribly humiliated as he squeezed and pulled the lovely buttocks apart, exposing the puckered indentation that nestled between them.
Suddenly he had an urge to do something that he'd never done before, and he pressed his face into the hot canyon of quivering flesh. His pursed lips surrounded her tingling little anus, and his tongue touched it.
She squealed with a sudden, sweet shock.
How wild and terrible! she thought. How FILTHY! But she didn't make a move to struggle as Lash licked her hot asshole lovingly, and the shocking thrills she received were a revelation. How could she react so strongly to something BACK THERE? It was amazing!
Finally Lash raised his head and rolled her over onto her back. She was quiescent now-hot and tight and waiting. But when she got a new glimpse of Lash's prick, so frightfully huge and hard, she was spurred to start fighting again.
"Baby, you just don't know when to quit, do you?" he said, breathing hard as he once more pushed her down.
Still kneeling at her side, he placed one arm across her quiverying firm breasts and slid his opposite hand over her belly and into her crotch. His deft fingers manipulated the slick, wiggly folds of her vulva. He tickled her clit and grooved his middle-finger through her clammy hotness and across the super-sensitive mouth of her vagina, which was trying to open for him.
She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side in the grass, her blonde hair fanning out. Now she didn't know what she wanted or what she was going to do, if indeed she could do anything at all. Mentally she was nearly numb. But physically she was quivering with awareness.
Lash kept caressing the tender inner mouth of her cunt, running the tip of his middle finger round and round it. Gradually he slipped his finger inside the ring of soft flesh, but was unable to gain any depth because of her hymen. However, his caresses were having the effect of widening her cunt-mouth slightly and stretching the hymen so that it would rupture more easily when the moment for penetration came.
That moment was fast approaching. Lash wanted to capitalize on her present condition, and his prick was demanding the feel of hot female flesh around it as it throbbed with blood.
Unfortunately, he would have to use a rubber this first time with her. Halverson had specified that. Destroying her virginity was one thing, but giving her a baby was something different. That would complicate matters and perhaps defeat the purpose of the whole scheme.
Lash reached into his clothes, brought out a small foil packet, and prepared himself. Then he settled between Cathy's things. "She realized with desperate alarm that it was about to happen to her-the first penetration, her loss of virginity. Her first fucking!
God, no! She couldn't let it! Though her body tingled with desire and her young cunt was all but gaping in mute solicitation for the man's big prick, her righteousness remained unvanquished. She realized with a sickening sense of dread that there was nothing she could do.
Lash grasped his cock and swabbed its great head over her tingling wet snatch. She whimpered, and a spastic twitch went through her.
"Please ... please ..." she moaned.
He laughed and wiggled his cockhead into the nest of her vulva. She felt it pressing against her barrier. She was certain that the hurt would be terrible when he pushed for entry.
"No-nooooooh!" she cried.
"Easy ..." he told her. "Easy ..."
Then suddenly he was pushing-forcing-hurting-and above her his teeth gleamed white as his upper lip pulled back. He let out a growl. Cathy gasped. As the pain sharply increased, she started to scream.
When his brutally blunt-headed instrument burst through her virgin's tissue, rending it suddenly and fully, the pain abruptly ended and Cathy received instead a voluptuous sense of pleasure as his lengthy, bone-hard, wrist-thick rod glided up-up-up her previously unused channel, opening it to traffic and stretching it to accommodate his vehicle of monstrous proportions. She gasped and held her breath as the great fullness crept deeper and deeper into her, throbbing with the force of life.
"Oooooohooooooh-oooooooh!" she said.
"Good?"
"Yesssss-good!" she heard herself pant.
But she didn't mean it! It wasn't good! It was disgusting and sinful. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her!
"No-no-nooooh!" she said, and began to push at him and writhe. "Get off! Get out of me! You have no right!"
He let out another quick, tight laugh, and then he began to stroke his cock in and out of her hot twat. He worked it up and down, in and out, forging deeper and deeper, opening her more and more with each thrust. But she remained blissfully tight and his eyes nearly rolled back in their sockets as her clutching slippery snugness pressed around him.
He kept fucking her harder and deeper and faster-slapping his lean, hard belly against her trim soft one, grinding the coarse hair at the base of his shaft into her fluffy cunt, feeling her encircling wet warm vagina take him and take him as he powered his hot meat into her slippery depths.
To Cathy, the sensation was beyond comparing to anything she'd ever known or imagined. Though she had thought of fucking many times, mostly in the secret recesses of her mind or at fleeting moments when the monitor of her morals was dozing, she had never imagined it would feel like this. The sense of penetration was awesome and so deeply thrilling that she felt she had to hold onto her senses to keep them from flying away from her. The fullness was supreme. The gliding rhythmic friction of the cock-strokes-in and out, in and out, gave her much warmth and a great sense of being possessed and wanted. She couldn't believe the surge of emotion which it evoked in response. She felt as if she truly were blossoming-opening-giving up all reserve and inhibitions as she pledged every nerve and sinew of her body to the performance of this act of acts.
She began to rise to the man's rhythmic thrusts. The inner muscles of her pussy were quaking. She cried out and clutched Lash. She felt her legs scissoring against his pumping hairy flanks.
"Yessss! Oooh, doooo it!" she heard herself cry, drowning out completely the small voice that still cried, No!
Lash was greatly reassured and encouraged by her positive response. He ran his arms underneath her, plastering his torso against hers. He stepped up the pace of the screwing, bobbing his thick, lengthy piston in her cunt with greater and greater speed.
"Oooooo-ooooooh-ooooooh!" she panted excitedly as her hips worked eagerly beneath his.
She felt the world closing in, tightening around her. The pressure was intense. It was as if she couldn't breathe. She feared her heart might stop. She gasped, let out a sharp keening wail, and still the piston prick kept pumping-driving in and out of her-fucking her, FUCKING HER ...
"Ooooooph!"
When her climax struck, all tension shattered, and the inward pressure turned into an outward rush. There was a tremendous bursting and blossoming of warmth. Blissful rays permeated every cell of her body, setting her atingle from head to toes. She was throbbing-pulsating-vibrating with super life! Then suddenly Lash's great phallus lurched deep within her, rocking her anew. She went into another spasm of completion, building on the heels of the first, shaking her to the marrow of her bones and nearly causing her to fain.
Somehow she survived with all her senses intact, and slowly-very slowly and gradually-she returned to a kind of equilibrium.
That was when the awful guilt closed in on Cathy. She had done it! She'd had sex. She'd let this man take her.
She tried to resist the blame by telling herself that she hadn't let him. He'd forced it. She had fought.
FOUGHT? Don't be a silly goose! You didn't fight him You LET HIM DO IT. YOU WANTED HIM TO DO IT! You are as wicked and evil as he is. There's no hope for you!
"Get off!" Cathy screamed, and she began to beat at him with her fists. She writhed in a futile effort to break their connection.
He pushed himself up on one arm and managed to control her flailing fists with his other hand and the pressure of his torso. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded. "Wake up! You enjoyed it! You loved it! It made a woman of you."
"Nooooh! Oooooh, noooooh!" she wailed miserably. "It made a slut of me! I hate you! I hate myself! Get OFFFFF!"
It appeared to the foreman that he wasn't yet through with her. He certainly couldn't let her go home in this condition.
That was no good. It was sick. Something would have to be done.
She needed more sex. More sucking and fucking.
He slid off her sideways and turned her, wrestling her onto her stomach. His cock hadn't completely softened: The-thrill of subduing her had been so great that one climax, strong as it was, hadn't completely satisfied him.
He gripped her billowing hips and boosted her into a position of further humiliation, so that her lovely young ass was aimed up in the air. He pushed Cathy's knees forward and well apart, adequately bracing her, then quickly moved around behind her.
Her pussy hung open-wet and red in its center, tinged with a trace of blood. The curly blonde hairs were plastered against the outer lips of her vulva. He enjoyed the sight of this for a few moments, then quickly changed rubbers, discarding the semen-filled sheath and replacing it With a fresh one. She could have moved, but she did not. She knelt there with her head on the ground, feeling terribly degraded but throbbing with a new sense of excitement at the same time.
He gripped his rod and wiggled it into her warm, sopping quim. The girl whimpered, and a tremor that he could feel passed through her.
Again she could have scrambled away for at least flattened herself against the ground. But again she was virtually immobilized-waiting for whatever would happen next and wanting it, though she still assured herself that she didn't.
His prick quickly re-stiffened to workmanlike condition as he wiggled its head in her small swamp. Then he pushed and sank his hard cock into her to the hilt.
"Oooooh!" she exclaimed.
Cathy was getting prick again, only this time from the rear! Her cheek and breasts pressed against the grassy ground, and her buttocks waved in the air. She could hardly have imagined a more shameful position.
And now the ranch foreman was stroking his thick shaft into her cunt once more, driving it deep with every plunge, so that his firm stomach spanked her bouncy buttocks.
"Oooooh-ooooh-ooooh-ooooh!" she said, in cadence with the noisy slap, slap, slap, of flesh against flesh.
He kept fucking, twisting and grinding as he stroked. He held her white, smooth hips and began to wiggle them in counter-motion to his thrusts. She picked up the rhythm and moved her own hips against him. That was good!
No! she protested inwardly as lust took hold of her again. But it was true. Again she was hungry for prick, wanting it and taking it eagerly into her soppy hole.
There was not hope. She was lost.
She undulated her back and rotated her fine young ass in lascivious counterpoise to his driving, grinding motions. The fucking increased in speed and power. They climaxed at almost the same instant, and heaved together, quaking and undulating voluptuously.
They sank slowly to the earth, and Lash eased his prick out of her. He turned her to face him. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder.
"Now be honest," he said. 'Tell me you're glad it happened."
She closed her eyes. "Don't talk to me."
"All right," He stood up.
At least she wasn't yelling and blaming both of them any longer. She would adjust, he believed. In fact, the whole thing had gone more smoothly than he'd thought it would. And what a natural, hot fucker she turned out to be! Give her a little experience-and time to adjust-and she would be the finest piece of ass a man would ever want.
"Come on," he said gently. "We'd better get dressed and go back to the house."
How could he suggest that they just put their clothes on and return to the company of decent people after what they'd done? But then Cathy reminded herself that her aunt and uncle weren't exactly decent, and certainly Junior wasn't. That left only Andy.
A fine young man like Andy wouldn't want her now.
"Are you going to get up?" Lash asked.
"Yes," she said finally, her voice weak and quavering. "I suppose I'll have to."
She had once, in a melodramatic moment, promised herself that she would commit suicide if a man ever were to rape her. She didn't recall the pledge now. But she did feel as if she wanted to die.
The ride back to the house was painful both physically and mentally. But for the most part, hers was a spiritual sickness. She had lost her belief in who she was. She would have believed that she was a complete slut except for the fact that Lash had forced her-at first.
"Are you gonna tell anybody what happened?" he inquired, almost casually, as they rode along.
"No," she said.
That's a smart girl"
Cathy didn't know if it was smart. But she couldn't talk about her misery. Not to anyone. Certainly not to anyone on the ranch. None of them would understand.