Chapter 8
Cathy spent a fitful night during which she tossed and turned and berated herself mercilessly for the awful thing she'd done. The act itself could have been charged entirely to Las, as rape, in spite of the fact that she hadn't resisted as strenuously as she might have. But she couldn't deny that she'd enjoyed his fucking, both of them, and the perverted mouth-loving that he'd given her before. The fact of her enjoyment accounted for most of the guilt she had to bear.
To make matters worse, she kept re-living the pleasurable sensation of his huge, stiff prick as it pumped inside her, and the shocking delight of his tongue as it worked tirelessly over the sensitive surfaces of her vulva. How could she get along without experiencing those pleasures again?
The next morning, Andy tried to strike up a conversation with Cathy after breakfast, but she evaded him almost rudely and went for a walk alone. The big ranch dog, Prince, trotted beside her, and she petted his great head and thick glossy coat.
She wasn't aware that she was walking near the corral where Lash and a couple of his men always tended to the horses in the morning. But suddenly she looked up and there he was, standing in front of her and grinning tightly, the scar on the side of his face appearing especially ugly in the morning light.
"Leave me alone," she said sharply, and tried to edge around him.
But he caught her by the arm and forced her to stand still. Finally she raised her gaze to his.
"You're despicable! I never thought a man could be so evil. Now let me go. I never want to see you or talk to you again."
"Liar," he said gently as he mocked her with his eyes.
She tried to get around him, but the foreman grasped her and drew her into a warm embrace. He kissed her on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips, and he felt her resistance collapse weakly. She melted against him as he wrapped his arms around her.
Andy was standing on the front porch of the house, watching-a fact of which Lash was aware. When the foreman grabbed her, Andy had been about to run to her aid. But now that she apparently was enjoying Lash's kiss, leaning against him and returning his embrace, Andy seethed over the foreman's effrontery and Cathy's evident acceptance of it.
Just then, Junior sauntered up. His gaze followed Andy's to the embracing couple who stood next to the corral.
"Ooooo-eeee!" Junior said. "Looks like Lash is makin' some time there."
"Shut up," Andy growled.
Junior grinned at him. "Does that bother you? Shit, don't let it! We'll all be makin' that hot little cunt pretty soon."
Andy whirled on his younger brother, angry enough to lash out with a fist. But he caught himself. Violence wasn't his way. Anyhow, Junior was just a dumb kid.
"Don't talk about Cathy like that," Andy cautioned.
"Why shouldn't I? She ain't so special. Man, I nearly made her myself a couple of times." Once more Andy seethed. Maybe Junior was right. Maybe Cathy wasn't as special as she'd seemed at first. But he didn't want to believe that.
"Leave her alone. She's a virgin," he said.
"She won't be for long if she keeps foolin' around with Lash," the younger fellow replied speculatively as he watched them continuing their embrace.
Then abruptly he said. "Well, I got chores to do," and headed for the barn.
Andy waited until Cathy and Lash had parted and she'd continued with her walk, then he stepped down off the porch and went over to where the foreman was saddling a horse.
"Lash, I want you to leave my cousin alone," he stated bluntly.
The older man eyed him. "She ain't your cousin, and she's of age."
"I consider her my cousin," Andy said.
"Oh, do you? I thought maybe you considered her something else."
"Just what do you mean by that?" Andy demanded, stepping closer.
"She's a mighty pretty girl, and you're a young, horny stud."
"I ought to jam those words right down your throat."
"But you won't," Lash said confidently, "because your pa wouldn't like to have us fightin'. Anyway, I've got no quarrel with you. Far as I'm concerned, when it comes to a female, her wishes are what count. Cathy let me kiss her and she kissed me back. You saw that."
Andy glared at the older man for a few moments, then turned and walked away. He was on weak ground to raise hell with Lash, and he knew it. Cathy was indeed of age and could do what she wanted. The guy hadn't used any real force with her. After their kiss had started, she'd held on as much as he had.
Also, Andy was all too aware that Cathy wasn't really his cousin. If she were, he might have felt as protective toward her as he'd indicated in talking with Lash-but he wouldn't have had the other feelings that choked his chest and threatened to turn his cock hard every time she walked by!
Angrily he went to join Junior in the barn. They had a lot of work to do, and that didn't allow any time for mooning over girls.
But he couldn't get Cathy out of his mind quite that easily. And he couldn't shake the conviction, deep inside, that she was better than she'd seemed a little while ago when Lash had embraced her.
Just before she'd walked away from him, Lash asked Cathy to meet him outside the house that evening. She'd refused. But judging by the way she'd kissed him and the look in her eyes when he let her go, Lash believed she wanted to keep the date. Whether she would or not was another story.
He decided to be on hand out there in the darkness, just in case she showed. And in case she didn't, he would go up to her room.
When the time came, he strolled over by the towering poplar trees at the front of the house where he sat down in a lawn chair and waited. Cathy didn't appear.
It was past eleven o'clock, and everyone in the house had gone to their rooms. The windows of the master bedroom were aglow, but Lash would have had to move farther away from the house in order to see up into the room. He had no desire to do so.
Cathy's windows were dark. He took this fact, in combination with her failure to show up outside, to mean that she'd retired for the night.
To be on the safe side, he'd told Halverson he might want to go up to Cathy's room tonight and he'd asked for clearance. The old man had okayed it, provided Lash wait until the downstairs of the house was deserted. The front door would be left unlocked, Halverson had promised.
As soon as the lights in the master bedroom went off, Lash walked to the front door of the house, opened it, and very quietly climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Cathy was lying in bed, thinking about the situation in which she found herself. She concluded that it was intolerable. The idea of striking out on her own frightened her, but she began to believe this was what she should do. She was surrounded by sin in her aunt's and uncle's house, and if she wanted to salvage anything of her soul and of her future she would have to get away.
Already she had lost her virginity and she'd committed a great deal of sin. But she believed she could make up for that and set herself right once more if she were only somewhere else.
Perhaps tomorrow she would tell her aunt that she wanted to leave.
A sound at the door broke into her reverie, and she glanced in that direction. Slowly the door began to open. She froze.
She was about to scream when the moonlight revealed the identity of the person who crept into her room. It was Lash!
She sat up quickly. "What are you doing here?" she demanded in a sharp whisper.
He moved to the bed, and she saw that he was grinning. "You didn't come down to meet me, so I figured you wanted me come up."
"Well, you figured wrong. Get out of here this instant, or I'll call my uncle."
"Will you?" Lash asked skeptically. "You didn't tell him about yesterday."
"That was-different."
"I don't reckon it was," he said, and began to take of his clothes.
No! she thought desperately. Oh God, no! He can't do this! Not right here in the house! I won't let him!
He still had all his clothes on-even his boots and he was on top of the covers while she was mostly under them. But he began to pull the covers down, and the roughness of his belt and buttons scratched her. His hand was rough, also, as it skidded down her front. He pulled up the skirt of her nightie and cupped the tufted mound at the base of her belly.
"No!" she said sharply. "Oh, no-no-no!"
His fingers teased the soft, pliant lips of her pussy, wiggling them and parting them, then pinching them together. She moaned.
He sealed his mouth to hers once more.
As soon as Lash was nude, he pulled up her simple nightgown and took it off. She whimpered softly as he basketed her breasts in his big hands. He rubbed the emerging nipples with his coarse thumbs, and they tingled as they rose into pink exclamation points. He lowered his face and sucked up one of them.
God, oh God! she thought. I'm so evil!
And then, once more, carnal thrills washed out all deliberate thought, and she surrendered to the sweet sensation of being sucked and petted-of having her vagina invaded by the man's coarsely probing finger-of having her tender buttocks squeezed and mauled. His passionately sucking mouth moved from titty to titty, and his tongue lashed her nipples before his lips and teeth drew them deep into his mouth's warm wetness.
She felt his stiff prick sandwiched upward against her thigh. She wanted to touch it-to take it in her hand-but she didn't dare to this on her own.
He rolled her over and kissed the length of her body, starting at her shoulders and continuing down her back while she writhed and whimpered. His wet, soft lips and abrasive tongue covered both of her plump young buttocks, sucking, nibbling and licking until the sensations drove her wild. He clamped his teeth around portions of her pliant ass and chewed sensually, hurting her just enough and leaving marks, she feared.
He moved to her thighs where he licked some more, moistening them thoroughly before he turned her onto her back and dove at her pussy. The succulent, gold-fringed delicacy was ready for him now, its pink inner lips slick with the oil of her excitement, and his sinfully eager tongue lapped this up as it delved between the folds, titillating her quivering nerve-ends and driving her deeper and deeper into the clutches of lust.
She panted and murmured half-articulated sounds as she rolled back and forth, her eyes closed, her mouth hungrily open. His tongue was marvelous on her cunt, searching out every little hot-spot and pleasuring it intensely. Now it wiggled into her vaginal canal, and her muscles spastically tightened around it.
"Oooh, Lash-Lash-" she heard herself say.
He came up and offered his mouth to her. She kissed it eagerly and, when he jammed his tongue in between her lips, she sucked on it. This was the first time she'd ever sucked anyone's tongue. It had a peculiar but not unpleasant taste, and she realized that this probably was the flavor of her own pussy.
His hand was working on her vulva again, rubbing the wiggly, wet lips up and down-opening and closing them-pinching them gently-frigging them with his stiff, long finger. She wanted to scream! She sucked his tongue harder.
Finally he withdrew his mouth from hers and took his hand away from her cunt. He crawled on his knees toward the head of the bed, and she viewed with mingled feelings of fascination and alarm the sight of his stiff swaying prick as it approached her face.
She couldn't keep from staring at it in the dim light as he finally knelt next to her head and let the huge, fearsome penis point at her mouth.
"Wouldn't you like to try it?" he asked.
A throb went through her. "Noooooh-oooh, noooooh," she said weakly.
"Go on-just a taste."
He leaned forward, and his cantilevered cock swung to and fro above her face. She gazed at it and his dangling balls, shrouded with hair.
Lash braced himself against the bed's headboard and watched her intently through narrowed eyes. He gripped his cock and directed its wet, bulbing head toward her mouth.
The scent of the organ struck her first, and she panicked, turning away. Lash grunted and leaned closer still. He pressed the head of his penis against her nose.
She had another experience of nearly freezing in shock. She did not move. But she had to breathe. She drew in a deep draft of cock-scented air and found to her surprise that this second inhalation wasn't as bad as the first-in fact, the smell of his prick was almost pleasant, in a way.
Lash sensed that she relaxed a little, and he wiggled his penis against her nose, swiping the wet head back and forth. She felt humiliated-but not sickened, as she'd imagined she might be.
He transferred his prick to her lips and pressed the tip of it against them. At first, she held fast because, even if the penis wasn't such an unpleasant thing, it was wrong and degrading for a girl to take it into her mouth.
But passion was still at work inside her, urging her onto a course that was contrary to the one her morality dictated.
Lash kept wiggling the tip of his penis against her closed lips, seeking to persuade her to open them. He went to work on her verbally as well:
"You want it, baby. You know you do. Take it. Give it a little suck. It tastes good."
Her brain reeled. The pungent aroma of the thick, moist cock filled her nostrils. The press of its wet, firm-spongy head against her lips excited her sense of touch. She even imagined that she could taste it already. Her heart hammered. She wanted to open her mouth and take the prick in, but she shouldn't! She SHOULDN'T!
She wasn't sure just how it happened-whether it was due to an extra little push Lash gave, or if her resolve suddenly crumbled away-but one moment she was still resisting, holding her mouth tightly closed, while her brain wheeled giddily and her insides seemed to turn to warm jelly, and the next moment she had an amazing mouthful of thick, throbbing cock, and it was being jammed deeper and deeper. She was sucking and tasting and smelling it all at once as it stuffed her mouth and part of her throat, and it almost made her gag.
Lash was stroking it in and out, in and out-fucking her mouth with it and she sucked hungrily, gliding her encircling lips up and down the thick, long shaft.
Her pussy throbbed, and seemed to blossom like a flower at dawn, rich with dewy nectar, yearning for the stinger of some bee. But she had the stinger in her mouth, and she didn't want to give it up yet.
She began to suck very hard, and he pulled back a little. She made an anxious sound in her throat and grasped his balls with one hand while she pulled at his ass with the other. He continued to stroke his prick Up and down in the pink circle of her sweet young lips, and he thrilled to the wonderful sensation that her wet, warm, sucking mouth imparted.
He wanted to finish this way-to drench her throat with his cum. But he knew it would be a mistake to go this far with her just yet. He had made remarkable progress as it was.
He drew back, and his wet cock slid out of her encircling, sucking lips, making a noisy Pop! Her mouth fell open wide, and she panted moaningly.
"What do you want, baby-what do you want?" he asked as he rubbed his hand back and forth across her full, springy tits.
"I want-ooooh God, I want-"
'Tell me," he coaxed, and kept caressing her breasts.
"I want you to-fuck me!"
It seared her to hear that vulgar, shocking word emerge from her own lips. But she said it again and again:
"Fuck me, Lash! Oooh, fuck me! Baby, I want to be fucked so bad!"
"You're gonna be fucked very good," he promised, and he slid over her thigh to kneel between her warm, tapering columns.
This time, instead of using a rubber, he took a small tube of ointment from his discarded jeans and smeared the jelly-like substance into her open vagina. She whined anxiously as he worked his finger around in there.
"I want you inside me," she whimpered. "Not your finger-your thing!"
He chuckled. "You'll get it in a minute. I'm fixing you now so you won't have a baby. You're gonna have to start taking the pills."
"No-no!"
"Okay. Have it your way." He got rid of the tube of ointment and positioned his prick for the thrust.
"Are you ready?" he asked unnecessarily.
"Oooh, yessss! Fuck meeee!"
It did his heart good to hear those words coming from her, and he presumed it would do her good, also. She couldn't very well refuse to face the facts about herself after this.
Also, she should be easy to handle tomorrow, when the moment came to cash in on the scheme Halverson had instructed him to carry out. The old man should be very pleased!
But for the moment Lash was interested only in pleasing himself and the beautiful teenaged blonde who lay spread out beneath him. He worked the end of his penis into her softly receptive cunt, then pushed, and his entire cock glided smoothly into her.
"Oooooh, yes-yes-yessss!" she said, much more animated and actively involved in the act that she'd been the day before. Cathy started immediately to pump her hips.
He didn't hesitate, but set to stroking deeply and firmly right away-rocking her, shaking the bed, and causing its frame to bump intermittently against the wall.
Lash's long penis stroked in and out, in and out through the tight, pink mouth of Cathy's cunt, and each time it forged farther up her snug, slipplery channel. His deep, hard penetrations thrilled her beyond words, and she was more relaxed now, without her loss-of-virginity hang-up of yesterday. She moved with him eagerly. She panted as she pumped her hotly encircling pussy around his stroking cock, and they were in a marvelous fit! The result was even more wonderful than before.
Now she knew the lewd delight of being fucked nearly out of her mind and not worrying. She gave herself to the act with gusto and felt her breasts shake obscenely against the man's hard, hairy chest while his prick did such marvelous things to her pussy-slashing, driving, stuffing, stretching, ramming her full of him!
"God-oooh-fuck me, fuck me-ooh, Lash-yes-yesssss-oh, bay-beeee!"
She couldn't seem to stop herself from babbling lasciviously as she screwed with an utter lack of inhibition. The small voice of conscience which had bothered her on the previous occasions when she'd delved into sex, was completely silent now. While the act was going on, she was all harlot, living for pleasure and nothing else. There was nothing else in the whole flipping world!
She clutched the broad, bare back of the man who fucked her and pulled him more tightly against her hobbling breasts as his jackhammer hips drove his hot cock faster and faster up her clasping crevice. It felt good! So good!
This was what she'd always needed and wanted! She would never be able to get enough of it! She screamed as she approached her climax!
Maureen sat up in bed next door. "Bart, we've got to see what's the matter with Cathy," she said. But he rolled on top of her again and attempted to restore his erection.
Meanwhile Lash abandoned all restraints as he fucked the young girl with fiendish intensity, rocketing her over the cliff of sanity, causing her to swoon with delight as she came again and again in rapid fire staccato fashion. In the midst of it, his spurting prick hosed the inside of her vagina, and this was an added fillip which cause her to go into yet another paroxysm of orgasmic bliss. Finally she relaxed and just drifted down-down-down.
Lash slowly withdrew his softened penis from her body and climbed off. He stretched out beside her, then was surprised when she rolled into his arms and said, "You love me, don't you?"
"What?"
"You do love me. Tell me you love me." He was faintly amused. "Sure, I love you, baby." She offered her mouth for a kiss, and he kissed her while idly fondling her buttocks. If she and Lash were in love, it made everything all right, Cathy tried to assure herself. This was a new and desperate answer for the guilt feelings that had returned to assail her as soon as the pleasure ended. Perhaps her previous notions about sex had been too prudish and restrictive, she speculated. Love did make a difference. Everyone said that.
If Lash was in love with her, it solved another problem, also: She would have someone to look after her, and she wouldn't have to venture out into the world on her own.
But she didn't press him for a firm commitment now, almost as if she were afraid the rationalization wouldn't stand up. She was content for the moment just to hold him in her arms and kiss him and make herself believe that she had a man of her own. This eased her guilt, which hadn't been so strong this time, anyway.
Slowly but certainly, her attitudes and reactions were changing. She couldn't possibly have known how far the change would eventually carry her.