Chapter 10
Cathy quietly padded back to her own room, showered and tried to sleep. The shower had been a mistake, Cathy quickly decided. Instead of soothing her and preparing her for sleep, it had more nearly accomplished the opposite. Bits of conversation drifted across the hallway and, try as she would to block out the noises, she began getting interested. Certain parts showed that the trio were now discussing business, which rather surprised her; she would have thought that Elaine and Birgitta, in particular, would have continued exercising their volatile sexual natures until they had satisfied every wayward impulse.
Growing more interested in spite of herself, Cathy listened more carefully. Eventually she pieced together the disparate threads she managed to overhear and her conclusion brought her upright in the bed. As she understood it, Elaine now intended selling the well and all rights to it to Royster Oil, the company which Dan Hood had earlier turned down when it had offered to buy him out. She was going to sweeten the deal, with Formsbee's help, by somehow doctoring the core samples to make the well look somewhat more promising than it actually was, thus justifying a substantial hike in the asking price. Formsbee was to be paid off in cash, as well as with a promise of future pleasures to be enjoyed in Elaine's bed. He seemed quite interested in the deal and assured them that Royster would make them a very handsome offer.
Cathy found it nearly impossible to remain in her room, once she had caught the drift of their talk and understood what they intended doing. She intensely detested the idea of cheating Royster Oil-not because of any soft feelings toward the company but because she had acquired her father's hatred of chicanery-but she disliked even more the notion of selling the well. As she lay there, fuming to herself, she began to see the well as sort of memorial to her father. If it became a producing well, she thought, it could well stand as a token of his foresight, a testament to his sagacity in drilling where no one had sought oil before. She therefore resolved that she would do whatever she could to thwart Elaine's project.
Formsbee left and Cathy lay awake for another hour. She felt a cold but enduring detestation for her stepmother and vowed that the woman's aims would be frustrated. But what was she to do? There were no immediate answers to that question and, after turning the situation over and over in her head, she finally dropped into a troubled, restless sleep.
Doug and Formsbee left for Dallas early the next morning. Cathy felt totally alone and she refused to utter more than a few short grunts when Elaine began teasing her the next morning. Nothing was said about the projected sale of the well; evidently Elaine intended handling the' entire matter herself. While Cathy did not understand most of the legalese in which her father's will had been couched, she knew that he had left his property jointly to her and to Elaine. She also gathered that, being a minor, she could not act for herself and thus the entire matter appeared to be in Elaine's hands.
To make the girl's situation even more impossible, she did not know of a single lawyer nearby whom she would trust to advise her in the matter. In fact, as she later decided, she knew of only one lawyer with whom she wanted to talk: Fred Pearson, a longtime associate of her father's, had a law practice in Pecos, Texas and knew a great deal about the oil business. He would be absolutely objective, she knew, and would be able to tell her how to prevent Elaine from carrying out her scheme. Once she had decided on Pearson as her best source of information, she called him at once. He was out of his office and would not be back until the next day, his secretary told her, but he would undoubtedly be able to see her then. Cathy promised that she would be there and hung up.
"I think I'll drive over to Odessa tomorrow," Cathy informed her stepmother over dinner that night. "Maybe see Marcia Glover for a day or two."
"Oh? That'll be nice," Elaine said. "I think you ought to get out, travel a little. It ought to do you a world of good."
Cathy received a telephone call later that night from Doug Holt. Fortunately she was alone in the house, since Elaine had gone over to Birgitta's for a visit (and no doubt a round of fucking with Ken and Kevin, Cathy thought), and she could talk freely to her friend. She found herself explaining the entire situation to him, somewhat to her surprise, and he listened carefully. He then conceded that he suspected Formsbee of concocting some sort of dodge, though he had not been able to pin anything definite on the man.
"I'm only a very small dog around here," he told her, "and whatever I say wouldn't carry much weight, I'm afraid. He could probably carry it off, you know, and Royster wouldn't have much of a leg to stand on."
Cathy went on to mention that she was driving to Pecos the next day. Doug knew Fred Pearson by reputation and agreed that he was honest, almost painfully so. After talking a few more minutes, Doug suggested that he take a few days of the vacation he had coming and meet her there. She agreed, of course, and they hung up on that happy note.
Cathy left early the next morning, taking her father's car. Instead of following the main highway directly to Odessa, as she had told Elaine she would do, she turned off at the proper time and took a county road south, one that would lead her to another highway and then to Pecos. She arrived in that hot, dusty west Texas town at noon and went directly to Pearson's office. There she was told that she had an appointment for two-thirty that afternoon.
"A Mr. Holt called this morning from Dallas," the secretary told her. "He's flying in and Mr. Pearson thought it would be best to see you together. Mr. Holt's getting in at the airport at two, I think it is."
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Cathy said. "I'll pick him up out there, if that's the way it's working."
She did so and gave him an especially enthusiastic greeting. The wait had naturally directed her thoughts back to their last meeting and she vividly recalled the fierce, all-possessing spasms of sexual delight which he had brought to her young body. By the time he left the small, two-engined plane which had carried him there from Odessa, she was in a state of advanced sexual arousal and would willingly have made love to him in the tiny airport itself if he had suggested doing so.
"Man, I'd like to get it on with you," he said, "but we've just got enough time to get into town and see Pearson. Later, though, then we'll have a lot of time to ourselves, huh?"
"A lot of time," she agreed. "And ... ohhh, I can hardly wait!"
At first she found it difficult to concentrate on her legal problems, due to her intense desire for Doug, but Pearson's careful questions and dry, totally professional manner soon put her more at ease. He explored the case thoroughly and grunted softly several times. Cathy did not spare a single detail, except for the bizarre sexual arrangement between Elaine and Formsbee; she did not want a word of that liaison to get into any more hands. Finally Pearson smiled and assured them that they could form their own solution to the problem.
"Your father's official residence is still in Houston?" he asked when Cathy asked him for the details. "All right, then, the surest way of protecting your interests is to do something which I suspect you'd very much like to do-that is, if the looks you've been giving this young man mean anything. What I'm saying, Cathy, is that you should marry him! That would automatically take you out from under your stepmother's wing and, since Doug here is an adult, he could legally handle the matter for you. You'd both be residents of Texas and Texas law would apply. I'm not quite sure about the New Mexico law but in any case that wouldn't affect the question at all."
Cathy drew in a quick breath and looked at Doug. She had not given a single thought to marrying him but Pearson's suggestion certainly did not strike her as objectionable.
"Well, we hadn't actually talked about anything like that," she said to Pearson, "so I don't quite know what to say!"
"Say nothing for the time being," he told her. "Take some time to think about it, talk it over with each other, all that. Lord knows, I might be jumping the gun altogether, throwing you two together like that, but it would be a solution to the question. Legal, too!"
Cathy and Doug left his office shortly afterward. As they walked out to her car, she saw one insuperable obstacle to implementing Pearson's suggestion, one barrier that was of her own making.
"Let's not talk about it right now," Doug said when she attempted to start talking. First let's find us a place to stay-we have something a lot more important to do first!"
She knew what he meant, of course, and could not deny the pressing need that had turned her loins into a quaking mass of hungry flesh. Although she agreed to his implied suggestion and directed the car toward the outskirts of the town, where a line of motels awaited travellers, she felt a sinking sensation as she drove. She could see that she would very shortly have to confess to him the facts of her own involvement in the unsavory aspects of Elaine's life, that he must know every detail about the shameful way in which she had allowed herself to be drawn into shockingly perverted acts with her stepmother, her uncle and the rest of that weird family. Cathy did not relish making that confession, since she knew that it would surely turn Doug against her, but she knew also that she could never look herself in the face again if she tried to conceal the truth about her own degrading sexual nature. Even so, she could not pass up the opportunity of enjoying his superb body one last time and therefore she acquiesced in his demand for silence.
They rented a motel room and went directly to it. Once inside, they did not waste a second in embracing each other. Cathy once more felt the stirring power of his prick as it swelled within his trousers and burned across her thighs and belly like a flaming rod. Impatient, she broke away from him and began undressing. He followed suit and within seconds they were both naked. Cathy fell on her knees in front of him and clasped his prick with a heartfelt moan of pleasure. She forced back the tautly stretched foreskin and popped the swollen, purple head of the tool into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" she groaned, her voice muffled and distorted by the mouthful of hot, stiff cock. "Nnnngggg! Blllbbbb!"
"Oh, God, I've been missing that!" he whispered. "Yeahhh, there's just nobody in the world who can give head like you!"
His praise inspired her into an especially noteworthy performance, though she did not continue the act to the conclusion. She wanted most of all to feel his first blast of sperm rocket into her aching, love-starved cunt and he proved to be only too willing to give it to her in just that fashion when she made her own desires known.
"Whatever you want, Cathy, that's exactly the way I'll give it to you!"
"No lie?" she asked, not knowing whether to believe him or not. "Whatever I say, that's what you'll do?"
"Sure, I guess so," he said. "I mean, as long as I'm able to, of course!"
She thought for a moment and decided that she could trust him.
"All right, here's what I'd most of all like for right now," she said. "I'd like to be fucked! I don't mean made love to, I mean fucked! I'd like to lie back on that bed and have you spread my legs wide and then hammer me! I mean, really drive it all the way and don't stop till you've shot off! Don't stop to make sure that I come, don't try to do anything but fuck till you've shot my cunt full of hot come! That's ... that's what I'd like!"
Whatever the ultimate reason for her request, she made it in good faith, as he quickly saw. Doug had meant every word he had said when making the promise to her and, once he knew that she wanted him in exactly the way she said, he readily agreed to her proposal Cathy felt a powerful urgency working through her lithe young body upon receiving that agreement and she quickly lay back on the big bed.
"I might not take very long at all to get going," he told her as he knelt between her thighs. "All morning long, I haven't been able to think of anything but getting my cock into you!"
"I know," she whispered as she watched him bring his massive prick down into place. "It had already dribbled out a little of that pre-come stuff; I could taste it while I was going down on you!"
"I should have thought and washed it off," he apologized, "but you were too quick for me!"
"No, don't ever do that!" she quickly said. "No, not ever! That's the best way for it to be, Doug, hot and dripping with excitement! Believe me, I liked it a lot better that way! And later on, after you've filled me with cock, then I want to lick all the come off your prick! That way, see, it'll be almost like going down on you, except that I'll be getting a fuck out of it, too!"
"By God, you think of everything!" he marveled. "There's not a girl in the whole world like you, I'm sure of it!"
Impatient to feel his prick going in, she reached down and took the thick shaft in her own fingers. Its animal heat invigorated her and she stuffed the broad, naked head down against her pussy with a convulsive thrust of her wrist. His prick crushed the lips of her pussy against her vulva and glided over her clitoris, bringing a low, whimpering moan of abandoned delight to her lips. She rubbed the rigid tool up and down the sensual furrow, which had become even wetter and slicker with her cunt's fervent outpouring of lubricant, and then pressed it hard against the taut, quivering rim of her cunt.
"God, give it to me!" she gasped, locking her legs around his and writhing about on the bed in genuine agony. "Ohhhh, fuck me, Doug, fuck me now! Push it in, all the way in, and come! I'm dying to feel you shooting off again, all the way up my cunt!"
The fervent plea, together with the livid, fiercely excited state of her flesh, was all he needed to spark his hips into action. Doug pressed down hard against her waiting loins and the head of his prick popped inside the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her cunt. Cathy had consciously tried to relax her body, in order to allow him to get more of that arrogantly swollen rod into her flesh, and she had succeeded admirably. At least three inches of his prick pierced her cunt at the first stroke and she quivered mightily under the sting of that sudden penetration.
"Agghhhhh! Unnnngghhhh!" she groaned as she felt the last inch of his prick slither home and force the mouth of her womb open. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"
Stung by the awesome pulsations of lusty excitement radiating out from her prick-filled cunt, Cathy lay still for a moment. The presence of his flesh in hers sent terrible tremors of delight pulsing through her entire body and for a moment she could not force her self to move. When he pulled halfway out of her cunt, preparatory to driving his prick home once more, she instinctively reached out to grasp the cheeks of his ass and pull him down against her. He returned, fucking himself hard into that incredibly tight little opening, and slammed up against her clitoris. Cathy ground herself into the base of his prick and shuddered heavily. She consciously sought to make her cunt into a kind of tight fist, one that would grip at his cock with unparalleled strength, and to work it along the rigid, throbbing shaft of hard muscle that reached so far into her hot, exquisitely aroused body.
Grunting out loudly, he began fucking faster than ever. His throbbing, lustfully aroused cock flashed back and forth in her cunt with lightning-quick thrusts, each of which brought his balls to a higher and more fervent state of excitement. She encouraged him with lusty exhortations, leaving nothing to the imagination, and dug her strong fingers into the cheeks of his ass with new power. Sensing that he was fucking himself into a state of total surrender, she bore down with all her might and then felt the first jerk of orgiastic release pounding through his cock.
Again and again that massive stalk throbbed heavily, each time sending out a thick spurt of hot, rich love-cream. Cathy jerked about under him and shuddered heavily each time his cock spat forth another stinging jet of semen. She continued working her hips up and down, occasionally alternating that basic movement with a sideways or circular motion, and did not stop until he cried out and fell atop her.
"Ohhhh, stop it!" he panted. "I can't stand it any more! Oooooh, it feels like you're tearing my cock off!"
Cathy relented then, knowing the exquisite agony of being stimulated too far. She lay back, breathing deeply, and wrapped her arms around his limp torso. His weight pressed down heavily on her but she welcomed that pressure. His cock, still big and hard, rested comfortably inside her cunt and bathed itself in the hot, sticky flood of sperm he had shot there. As she lay beneath him, she began trying to frame an opening which would enable her to tell him the shameful, awful truth about herself and her true sexual nature.