Chapter 1
The dry, caked plain of the desert stretched out before them, and the four people standing beneath the sun, were sweating fiercely, although the hour was quite early.
Their plane had landed just a little after seven a.m. and Mrs. Kennerly, always prompt and direct in-all matters, had rented their car and driven out to the ranch, well before the eight-thirty arrival time for the other guests.
Sam Farrel's hangover was pounding like a jack hammer in his skull, and the raw, thick wad of flesh that was his tongue felt dusty in his mouth. He had to squint against the glare of the sun off the sand, and wanted more than anything else, to go back to bed..
Beside him, his wife, Lydia, did the work of saying hello to their guests, putting a smile on her face that just moments before had been twisted with savage anger at her husband.
He could do no more than look grim, thankful that being the owner of a western dude ranch allowed him to act in such a manner. It went with the ""image of a real, tough cowboy, he thought, though he was, in fact, a transplanted lifeguard from L.A., who had finally learned, at thirty-eight, that he wasn't going to make it in the movies.
He stared at the tall, lean figure of Marion Kennerly and from her slightly red face, he could tell she was still hitting the bottle, as she had been doing all last year when they stayed at the ranch.
It was the daughter that interested Sam, a lot more. Suzanne was a small, compact little package, wearing a frilly white blouse and a skirt to match, that came just above her dimpled knees. The blouse was fluffy, disguising what he remembered to be a pair of sweet, round tits that bulged delightfully against the bikini she had worn, often, the year before.
Her coal black hair was fluffed around her shoulders, a bit more styled than last year, and her mouth was more sensual than he remembered. She had obviously put on a little weight since then, but all in the right places. Clearly, she wasn't the skinny, gawky kid he remembered.
He wondered, idly, if she still had a crush on him. She followed him around like a puppy dog, as he remembered, much to the distaste of his wife, and it took a powerful lot of drinking and busy work to keep from slipping out behind the barn with her.
This year, however, she appeared to carry herself with more refinement and dignity. Obviously the effect of haying attended that fancy, private college this past year. She wasn't an eager kid anymore, but a rich, college bitch,, now, he thought, grimly.
"Mister Farrel, we have looked forward to this visit for a year," Marion Kennerly said, extending a white-gloved hand to him. "I am sure we shall enjoy our stay even more than the last."
He shook her hand firmly, feeling the slight pressure of her fingers clutching his. He moaned, inwardly, for it appeared that the old bitch had more interest in him than retaining his services as a guide and host on the ranch. Horny old bags, he didn't need.
He turned his attention, again to the girl beside her mother, and thrust out his hand to her. Suzanne Kennerly took his big, gnarled paw in her own, delicate hand and barely held it at all, as they shook.
"How are you, Mister Farrel?" she asked politely. The smile on her face was clearly forced, and her tone of voice was markedly superior.
" "Fine, Miss, and yourself?" Sam replied, the anger at her snotty attitude building suddenly inside of him. With his headache, he didn't need any smart little cunt acting haughty with him.
"Well, thank you," Suzanne replied. "I've had a difficult year, I hope to relax a bit this summer."
"They work you pretty hard at that college, huh?" Sam chuckled, inwardly raging at the very idea that some rich little college bitch would ever-consider what she did working hard.
"It is a very competitive environment," Suzanne nodded. "They accept only the highest standards of excellence."
"Well, I know you two are just gonna have the nicest time, this year," Lydia Farrel bubbled. She was a rough-looking woman, one born and bred in the western style, her face etched with the lines of years of hard work. "Sam can show you to your cabins, while I fix us a bit of brunch!"
"That would be marvelous, Mrs. Farrel," Marion Kennedy replied. She smiled at the woman, then slipped her arm through Sam Farrel's and nodded. "Shall you give us the good news, Mister Farrel?" she said, cheerfully.
Grunting, Sam led the woman off in the direction of the cabins a few hundred yards from the main house. They were placed in a semi-circle around a large, man-made pond, and a sharp contrast to the dry. scorched plain that surrounded the rest of the ranch.
Suzanne Kennedy trailed behind her mother and the big, muscular man, shaking her head, sourly. With bitter amusement, she reflected on how blatantly her mother was showing her interest in Sam Farrel.
She remembered how the man's hands always seemed to find her body last year, though she was well aware of the fact that she had not discouraged him to any great extent. She had a crush on him, that was true enough, and a part of it had been her fault, but he was also in the wrong, for he had done little to turn her obvious infatuation aside. In fact, he came near to taking it very seriously-a number. of times.
This year would be different, however, she felt. This year, she would not be trailing after him like some school girl. Now she found him to be highly unromantic indeed. If anything, he was a rather crude and stupid man, to her way of thinking.
He seemed to think he was God's gift to women, and she pitied his poor wife for what she must go through with the man. Despite' the heavy dose of shaving lotion he'd put on, she could smell the whiskey on his breath, and from his eyes, she knew he was burdened with a bad hangover.
She smiled bitterly. She could tell all that, from years of nursing her mother's quiet, dignified, but still savage bouts with the bottle. Her mother went up and down with liquor, lately she was down, and she hoped it would stay that way.
Ever since her father died seven years before, Marion Kennerly had been drinking' hard. Suzanne felt sorry for her mother, but could not excuse her actions. She saw her mother's drinking as a weakness, and no amount of explanation could change that for Suzanne. She was quite happy to have finally escaped the house for college, where she did not have to live with the horrible shame of her mother's addiction to drink.
Suzanne was not the same girl she had been a year before. She had grown into young womanhood, and in the space of one short year, felt herself to be much more refined than ever before. She had given up a-silly, school-girl romance with Jeff Aust, and was now looking to restrict her involvement to boys of her own class and culture.
She smiled wistfully at the memory of Jeff Aust. He was a middle-class boy whom she had met at a party in her senior year in high school. He was quite the dreamer, wanted to be a writer, of all things, and she fell madly in love with him.
They were fiercely devoted to each other for the whole school year, though her mother disapproved of him, of course. But with the coming of summer, and his being forced to go to work to earn the money for his own college tuition, she had come to realize that they were quite different in all degrees.
Spending half the summer at the ranch, away from Jeff, she had concluded that any involvement with him would surly be doomed, and to her mind, the romance was almost completely over, by the time the first semester began at Wells College.
She tried to let him down easily, but became impatient with his insistence and continual passion for her. Having had the crush on Sam Farrel for a couple of weeks convinced her that allowing herself to follow her heart was foolhardy, she finally broke off all contact with Jeff over the Christmas break.
He still wrote her, but she now found him insipid and childish. He would have to do a lot of growing up to her mind, before he could ever approach the adult manner of carrying oneself that she prided herself as having.
-She had dated many men during the school term, and finally lost her virginity to one of them during the spring break. It had been a dismal affair, that in more ways than one, was disturbing. His name was Frank Lawton and he was a junior at Alfred. Not quite in her social class, but a young man on his way up, from a fairly well-to-do family. Her mother probably would npt have approved of him, but the rest of her classmates at Wells considered him to be worthy of attention, so she had dated him on that bit of approval..
Frank was considered to be rather daring, even in these modern days. He not only smoked marijuana, but also took other drugs, and his large, rambling house that he rented with three other students, was considered to be a place of wild parties.
She found him exciting, in a cultured fashion, and felt secure enough with him, to try a number of the stimulants he offered her. It was on a rainy, dull evening that she first tried the marijuana and had sex with him at last.
Wisely, she saw now, Frank had not pressured her to sleep with him. They petted heavily, and she allowed him to finger and touch her pussy on the second date, but refused to go any further until that evening.
He had a group of the kids over to watch some porno movies he'd purchased, and after countless numbers of joints, the twenty or so young people were quite stoned, giggling, as they kissed and fondled each other, at the action on the screen.
Suzanne would have been mortified had she not been so high, or had she not been in the company of some of the more respected members of the student body. She glanced only absently at the action on the screen, allowing Frank to fondle her breasts and run his hand over her thighs as she carefully kneaded the bulge in his trousers.
It wasn't until he put on the film of the woman and the dog-that she began to find herself stimulated by what she was watching. It was a very high quality film, clear and well done. The woman was attractive and the dog was an Irish setter much like Suzanne's own dog, Brandy.
As she leaned back against the pillows on the floor, Frank having now pushed her skirt up over her hips and slipped his hand into her panties, she watched, with fascination, as the woman in the film kneaded the thick, long shaft of the dog she was stimulating.
Suzanne could feel Frank's fingers roaming back and forth over her pubic mound, expertly slithering his digits through-the soft, silken thatch of hair that covered her delicate hillock. She shivered as the fingers rode over her clit, making it quiver with excitement, sending warm, rippling waves of liquid pleasure racing through her loins.
Frank's mouth was at her shoulders, his lips kissing her neck hungrily, and his hand had unbuttoned her blouse, to get at her bra-cupped breasts within. She moaned again as he pushed the halter away from her small,, attractive boobs, clasping his fingers greedily around her soft, luscious globe.
His finger rode back and forth along the cleft to her cunt petals and Suzanne shivered as she watched the woman on the screen moving her hand back and forth along the dog's now thick, and throbbing organ. The woman bent her head down and under the setter's belly and Suzanne gasped in horror and fascination as she watched the woman take the dog's cock into her mouth.
"Ahh, baby, you're so hot and wet," chuckled Frank Lawton, his fingers slithering frantically back and forth along Suzanne's now swollen cunt lips. "Jesus, do it harder, baby, squeeze my prick a little harder, yeah!"
Suzanne could not tear her eyes off the screen as she quickly unzipped Frank's trousers, almost as if she were in a trance, and moved her delicate Fingers along the length of his throbbing tool.
She watched the woman on the screen moving her full, succulent lips back and forth on the animal's prick, sucking and lathering it with her tongue, and Suzanne felt a powerful throbbing in her own loins, then.
She rode her soft, warm palm up and down on Frank's cock, squeezing and kneading the burning weapon, as he began to probe her damp, warm pussy with two of his long, slender fingers. She felt the insistent digits entering her, and she sobbed in delight, squeezing the cock in her hand, even harder.
"Umm, yes, Frank, ahh," she moaned, shivering as the pleasure increased in her cunt. "That's so nice, Frank, so nice!"
But her eyes were fastened on the screen now, as the woman in the film pulled her mouth from the dog's prick and turned her body around, guiding the animal by its pounding meat, toward her wide-spread thighs. The woman in the film lay on her back, on the floor, thrusting her cunt upward, and pulled the dog's cock to her awaiting pussy, eagerly Suzanne began to pump her hand frantically up and down on Frank's cock, then, twisting and. turning her sculptured fingers at his meat, as she watched the animal's huge, pulsating organ slip into the woman's cunt.
Suzanne's loins were on fire now, and her cunt throbbed almost painfully as Frank rode his fingers in and out of her damp, trembling pit. She watched the dog fucking the woman on the screen, its huge shaft sliding in and out of her pussy in perfect view of the camera, and she almost found herself imagining it was her, the animal was fucking so violently.
Meanwhile, Frank's cock was pounding with excitement, a thick, hard spear in her hand now, throbbing so savagely that she could barely keep hold of it. His mouth was clasped to her breasts, then, kissing and nibbling at them hungrily, while he drove his Own fingers into her, relentlessly.
On the screen, the woman was writhing in ecstasy, thrusting her pussy up to meet the dog's plunging shaft. She bucked and shuddered as the animal rammed his cock into her cunt, and Suzanne could see clearly, that it was not an act she was putting on. The woman obviously was enjoying her perverted act, for her thighs kept opening and closing against the bucking animal's hind quarters,. and her fists were bunched into tight knots of passion.
Frank's fingers drove into her cunt wildly, now, twisting and turning, each time slamming violently into the thin membrane of flesh that was her virginity. She powered her own hand back and forth along his cock, squeezing and kneading the quaking weapon as hard as she could, finding herself thrilled by the way it pounded so harshly in her small, delicate fist.
Frank's mouth clasped over one of her pert, tiny nipples-and he lashed at the sweet nugget hungrily with his tongue. He caught it between his teeth and rolled it back and forth, making Suzanne shudder with the fiercest ecstasy she had ever felt in her life. She was well aware that the marijuana was having an effect on her, heightening all of her senses, but she could not deny the pleasure she was feeling, nor the awesome and demanding desire she had to experience more.
She rocked from left to right, groaning and sobbing, now, driving her hand against his cock' even more powerfully. She pinched the huge, thick head of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger, and gazed intently at the screen, where the dog's cock continued to slam savagely into the woman's cunt.
Frank's fingers were being kneaded and massaged by Suzanne's cunt muscles, now, and though he could not tell why she was so turned on at this point, he wanted to make full use of it.
"Come on, baby, let's go to my room," he whispered hungrily, sucking on her nipple and twisting his fingers in her cunt. "We can really take care of ourselves, there, honey! Come on with me, now!"
"In a minute, please," Suzanne moaned, squeezing his prick even harder in her soft, warm palm. "Just a couple of minutes more!"
He groaned, frustrated, but willing to wait a little longer. He lathered her tits with his tongue and steadily rode his fingers in and out of her damp, trembling cunt tunnel, groaning as she methodically pumped her hand back and forth along his hard, tortured meat.
The animal on the screen had reached the point of orgasm and Suzanne gasped in shock and fascination, as she watched the woman take the dog's cock into her mouth for the climax it had. Hot come spilled from the creature's throbbing shaft, running over her smiling lips, and Suzanne shook her head in wonder as the woman eagerly licked and swallowed the bursting fluid.
As the screen went dark with the end of the film, she felt Frank pulling her to her feet and dragging her down the hall toward his room. She went with him as if in a trance, and lay down on his-bed, unresisting, as he quickly pulled her panties from her smooth, shapely legs.
"Ahh, Jesus, baby, do I need this so bad," Frank groaned, slithering out of his trousers and joining her on the bed. "Man, this is gonna be so good, Suzy, so fucking good, yeah!"
He crushed his mouth over hers and began to kiss her wildly, his fingers at her breasts and loins once again. She bucked in a spasm of delight as she felt the seeking prongs slithering into her cunt once more, and his equally pleasing fingers gripping one of her breasts so hungrily.
As he kissed her passionately, lashing at her pink, moist tongue with his own, Suzanne shut her eyes and found her imagination filling with a picture of her own pet setter. Brandy, and herself.
She felt Frank's fingers slithering back and forth along her narrow, hot passage, twisting and turning against her cunt walls, frantically. She moaned, as she imagined Brandy coming toward her, his cock growing thicker and thicker as she reached out to caress it.
At the same time, she took hold of Frank's still thick and throbbing weapon and gave it a hard squeeze, in her mind, seeing herself doing the same thing to her dog's prick. Frank groaned and shuddered, jerking wildly as she rode her hand back and forth along his tool.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her wildly, then, twisting and turning them inside of her, eagerly preparing her cunt for his long, thick shaft. He moaned, his mouth kissing hers savagely, then, his body inching over the tops of her smooth, quivering thighs.
Suzanne could not think of anything at that moment, but the mental image she had of Brandy jumping around excitedly beside her. In her mind, she was guiding her dog's prick to her pussy, not Frank's and she moaned as she eagerly spread her legs apart, pulling on the shaft excitedly.
"Ahh, yeah, sure. Baby," Frank groaned, settling down between her slippery, warm inner thighs. "Sure, I'm coming in, don't you worry, Suzy, I'm coming in, now!"
In her mind, Suzanne pulled on Brandy's pounding cock, wildly now, aching to feel it powering inside of her. She gasped as she felt the cock she held in her hand slithering against her cunt lips, and she moaned as Frank pushed her lovely, supple limbs as far apart as possible.
The young man was beside himself with passion now, almost as much as her pet appeared to be in her mind. He pushed the hot, pounding head of his cock against her cunt petals, and Suzanne imagined her dog doing the same thing, as the young man drove into her then.
"Ohh, yes, Brandy, yes," she whispered softly, as Frank slithered his tool into the wet, tight passage of her virginal chamber. "Umm, harder, darling, ohhh, more, give me more, Brandy!"
Frank could barely hear her, and in any case, she was not trying to stop him, so he ignored her tortured voice and shoved his manhood deeper into the warm, quaking pit. He groaned and shuddered as he felt his prick pressing against her virginal wall, the thin, delicate membrane unyielding under . his insistent attack.
"Got to bust you, baby," he grunted, rocking his shaft back and forth as he pulled back along the trembling passage once more. 'I'll try and do it fast!"
Suzanne barely understood him, however, so vivid was the dream she was having. She could feel the hard, throbbing weapon quaking against her taut, inner walls, the heat of the tool searing her flesh delightfully. In her mind, Brandy's long, pulsating meat was inside of her, and she could almost feel his shaggy coat as she caressed Frank's back and shoulders.
"Umm, good Brandy, good," she cooed as the young man readied himself for the assault on her maidenhead. "Yes, do it, now. Brandy dearest, do it now!"
Frank moaned, feeling her pussy muscles kneading his burning tool, powerfully, squeezing and urging him on. His mind was roaring with the pleasure he felt and his whole body was quaking with the greedy lust that consumed him now.
He took a deep breath, thrusting forward violently then, shimming his hot, pounding weapon hard against the tiny wall of flesh that kept him from the pit of her delightful cave. The delicate membrane held for a brief instant, and the pain roared through. Suzanne uncontrollably.
She screamed with shock, her fantasy almost fading under the impact of Frank's powerful assault on her virginity. But his cock burst through her wall and slammed into her cunt, savagely, then, and she could feel in her mind and flesh, her dog's prick burying itself in her quivering tunnel.
Frank slipped his hands beneath her soft, spongy buttocks and began to rock his prick in and out of her wildly. He had little art to his fucking, it was all violent and erratic, but Suzanne was so deep into her mental image by that time, that she hardly cared what he was doing, the pleasure was so vivid and real.
"Harder, Brandy, harder," she moaned, tossing her attractive head from side to side. "Umm, give it to me, my lovely pet, give it to me, good!"
"You bet, baby," laughed Frank Lawton in a trembling, thick voice. "Ahh, Jesus, I'm gonna give it to you, Suzy, you bet I will!"
Again and again he slammed his manhood into her virginal chamber. The girl clasped her thighs against his hips, imagining them to be the dog's hind quarters and thrust herself up to meet the plunging tool.
Breathlessly she squirmed and quaked beneath the young man, sobbing as she felt a climax building steadily in her taut, moist tunnel. Her pussy walls were throbbing around his driving prong, and her mind was filled with the picture of her setter, thrusting back and forth inside of her in a primal frenzy.
Frank moaned and squeezed her buttocks harshly in his fingers. He dug them deep into her fleshy half moons, grinding his belly hard against her own. He could feel her pussy muscles flexing around his shaft, greedily, and the aching intensity of his passion was bringing his need to a moment of feverish explosion in his loins.
Harder and faster he drove into the girl's cunt, now. He didn't care about anything then, but the pure, blinding wanting that was consuming him. He could feel her pussy drawing tight around his cock, signaling her approaching climax, and he laughed, wildly, burying his meat to the hilt inside of her again.
Suzanne shivered and rocked, the wild, spreading waves of delight washing over her flesh, savagely. Never, in all the times she had masturbated or had been fingered to climax by a boy had she felt this good. The orgasm seemed to consume her at that point and when it began to rumble powerfully in her loins, she jerked and shuddered with uncontrollable fury beneath the thrusting youth.
"Ohh, God, I'm going to come," she moaned, bucking her pussy hard against the plunging meat, her eyes shut tight in ecstasy. "Yes, Brandy, I'm going to come, ohh, come so good my precious pet!"
The orgasm seared her inner flesh and she could see, vividly in her mind, the huge, pink cock of her dog sliding in and out of her cunt viciously. She twisted and turned as the fierce climax roared through her, and her come swirled around the plunging cock that had brought her to this moment of bliss.
Frank felt her fluid washing over his prick and her muscles squeezing him so savagely. He picked up the speed and pace of his attack, now, slamming his cock into her with more violence and force than ever before.
His shaft pounded fiercely and his balls churned with boiling come as he rammed into her. He could hardly breathe and he shuddered in a jerking, involuntary fashion as the hot. harsh climax ripped loose from his throbbing groin.
Spurts of steaming come began to burst from his tool and in her mind, Suzanne could see her dog jerking inside of her. She imagined that it was his come filling her pussy then, and she screamed in satisfaction as she felt the boiling liquid splashing against her inner walls. "Ahh, Jesus, that's good, so fucking good, Suzy," moaned Frank, bucking and thrashing against the sobbing young girl. "Yeah. I'm getting off, baby, getting off right now!"
The two of them thrashed and tumbled on the bed for several more moments, their violent spasms and tremors racing through them savagely. Suzanne moaned and shuddered, feeling Frank's prick spurting continually inside of her, but in her fantasy, it was the dog that was emptying its need in her throbbing pit.
When . their tremors of release finally subsided, Frank rolled away from her, and it was "at that point, that she suddenly realized what had happened, and more importantly how she had been dealing with it.
As reality crept back into her mind, and her cunt still tingled with the climax and sensation of Frank's cock throbbing inside of her. Suzanne felt a mixture of horror and shame coming over her.
She quickly dressed and left the apartment, feeling so ill that she had .to sit motionless in her car for several moments in an effort to keep from vomiting. It was bad enough to have given her virginity to someone she was clearly not going to link. up with in life, but to have dreamed about being taken by her Irish setter was even more disgusting and horrible to her.
She avoided Frank Lawton for the rest of the term, and would not allow herself to remember the incident at all after that. But now, walking slowly behind Sam Farrel and her mother, being at last on the ranch again,, the memory of what had happened came back to her in a frightening rush.
She vowed to have nothing to do with the man, for he frightened her in some way that she could not explain. There was a brooding danger about the man, that she did not want to encounter if she could possibly avoid it.
She was there to relax and gain strength for the following term. She had decided to spend her time riding and reading, staying away from all men and boys as much as she could. She wanted no involvement with men at ail this summer, and certainly not a rather beastly person like Frank Farrel.
Whatever else happened over the summer, she thought, she would not be doing any screwing, to use a-rather vulgar term, and certainly not any day dreaming. She could handle her own sexual needs, she thought. And certainly handle them without the disturbing influence of strange and rather frightening fantasies.
She sighed as she watched her mother leaning into the tall, lean and muscular middle-aged man. Grimly, she found herself half-hoping he would make a play for her mother. It would at least keep him from bothering her.
For Suzanne Kennedy, the summer offered the boredom she felt she required. All she wanted was a nice, peaceful time to rest and prepare for the coming school year. Excitement, sexual or otherwise was just the thing she wanted to avoid. That should not be to difficult, she reasoned. After all, she was a young lady of breeding and discipline now, not given to flights of girlish fancy. At least, she hoped she was.