Chapter 1
The plane came down into the long valley, beginning its descent some twenty miles north of the airfield. Row after neat row of peach, plum and nectarine trees loaded with nearly ripe fruit slithered by, shimmering greenly in the afternoon sunlight, contrasting sharply with the burned brown hills to the west. To the east, where water seldom touched the earth, small clusters of rock and an occasional scraggly oak dotted the landscape, which rose in hilly waves. Beyond, the majesty of the mighty Sierra's jutted skyward, now barely discernible in the laxy heat and ever-increasing smoggy haze of late June. Below, a solitary man scratched a groove in a small plot of rich brown soil with a wooden plow pulled by a shaggy horse a scene that in the mechanized world of California's San Joaquin Valley was a rare oddity. Then the plane was over the runway and the pilot set the sleek jet down with a precise and practiced delicacy that produced but one small yelp of rubber.
Inside the neat little terminal the temperature was sweltering, yet was considerably cooler than the outside temperature which was rapidly approaching one-hundred five. But in the confusion of greetings and luggage and amplified announcements it was scarcely noticed. However, a long-legged, young girl of sixteen in a dark blue top and puff-sleeved white blouse noticed it, and as her roan-red hair swished back and forth with the movement of her questing green eyes, she wished she had remembered to wear something cooler. Presently, she heard her name being announced over the public address system, and it gave her a self-conscious start. Then, mindlessly obeying its summons, she strode with youthful abandon toward the information desk, took the folded note from the uniformed clerk, blushing visibly at his open lewd appraisal of her curvaceous young body and retired to a seat, unfolded the slip of paper, and read:
Dearest Laurie;
I'm terribly sorry no one is there to meet you, but some damn bear spooked the horses last night and I had to send all the hands out to round them up. I would have come myself, but Hank's taking out a pack trip this afternoon and I have to make the arrangements and get them off safely.
No need to fret, honey, I'll fetch you first thing in the morning. In the meantime I've made arrangements for you to stay at the Oasis Motel. Take a cab over there and the desk clerk will pay the fare. It's all arranged and I'll call you this evening. I'm sorry, honey, but there was nothing else I could do. They've got a nice pool and the clerk will give you spending money. Talk to you tonight.
Love, Uncle Ned
Visibly disappointed, the pretty teenager folded the note, rose, picked up her single piece of luggage, walked to the entrance and hailed a cab.
Minutes later, after the fare had been paid and she had been shown to her room by the gracious motel manager, Laurie kicked off her low-heeled shoes and flopped wearily onto the large, soft bed. God but this feels good! she thought, relaxing into the luxurious mattress and letting the cool breeze of the room's air conditioner wash over her as her eyes inspected the room. It was certainly a far cry from the room at school, she mused, even more elegant than her bedroom at the ranch.
It was a long room in gold and green, with not one, but two huge beds, all of it bright in the dazzle of the sun reflected off the pool not ten paces from her own private patio. Presently, she got up and pulled the cords that creaked the heavy yellow draperies across the acre of windowed patio-wall, turning the room into a shadowy gloom of gold. The whisper of the hushed cool air made it seem like an oasis, just like the name implied, Laurie thought.
Suddenly, struck with an idea, the curvaceous teenager turned from the curtained glass wall and padded softly on nyloned feet into the bathroom vestibule, opened her suitcase, and rummaged until she found the two wisps of colorful cloth. With quick familiar ease she slipped out of her clothing and into a skimpy bright yellow bikini, then padded back across the room, out the curtained wall, across the flag-stoned patio, and without hesitation dove cleanly and artistically into the refreshing arms of the cool blue pool.
After several hours of basking in the sun, slipping occasionally into the pool when she could no longer stand the heat, Laurie had returned to her room and changed into a light-weight miniskirt and low-cut blouse. She had been sitting at the vanity brushing her hair when her uncle phoned: After assuring him she was fine, that the manager was taking good care of her, and that she would be ready at 8 a.m., she said good night, hung up, finished brushing her long red hair, and wandered over to the motel's coffee shop for a meal which she had found tasteless.
Now, in the hour after sunset, she strolled leisurely through the garden that surrounded the empty pool, savoring the heady fragrance of hyacinth blossoms mingling with the lesser aroma of other flowers that was released in the cooler evening air. Color had faded from the sky; dim stars became suddenly visible; and the moon, which had already risen, proclaimed itself. The raucous clack of male crickets incessantly rubbing their leathery forewings together grew louder, dominating the night air which otherwise was exceptionally still. Occasionally, the solitary croak of a lonely frog, mingling with muted door-closings and garbled dronings of television sets from the few occupied rooms, reached her ears.
Although it was cooler, it was still horribly humid and the pretty adolescent wished to free herself from the confines of even the lightweight clothing which stuck moistly to her body. She hated to leave the quiet of the garden which suited her solitary nature, but finally compromised by deciding to undress, shower, put on the single cool nightgown she possessed, and then lounge on the patio.
In the bathroom of her room, she quickly stripped off her clothes, adjusted the shower head until the spray became needle points of water, growing hotter and hotter until clouds of steaming vapor began to billow upward, filling the bathroom like a humid sauna. Stepping in, she gasped as the stinging water beat against her naked white skin, turning it a bright rosy hue. For five minutes she scrubbed herself under the hot, prickly shower spray, lathering and scrubbing her curvaceous young body free of stickiness, lazily running the soap over her swelling breasts and full-fleshed thighs, her mind intent on the pleasures that summer vacation would bring.
Finally, the young girl turned off the water and stepped out of the tub enclosure, reaching for a fluffy towel with which to dry herself. She looked at herself as she rubbed the towel up and down her tender young skin, at the way her firmly rounded breasts jiggled from the rubbing and her rose-crested nipples grew larger and distended from the inadvertent manipulations.
She liked the way the towel parted her red-gold pubic curls and showed off her coral-smooth pussy flesh and the small bud-like clitoris which nestled so invitingly there. Seeing it gave her a sudden start, a tingling in her youthful loins that always precluded her guilty sex thoughts forbidden thoughts of whether she should tease her finger up and down her hotly moistening vagina until the tiny little prickles of pleasure came billowing out through every fiber of her body. She never put her finger all the way up inside, even though the hair-lined mouth of her pulsating little cunt flowered open so provocatively, as though wanting to suck her searching finger up into its impatiently waiting depths. But somehow she'd always managed to resist that; yet now, staring down and seeing the softly pouting vaginal lips swell with automatic sensual arousal, seeing the beginning droplets of feminine excitement form on them like dew on the petals of a rose, she shivered at the way she couldn't control her body chemistry the glandular changes that had become more and more persistant lately.
Self-determinedly, Laurie sighed, finished drying herself, and replaced the towel on the rack. As she did so, the reflection of her naked young body in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door caught her eye.
The reflection showed the body of a tall girl, nearly eight inches over five feet, with a body that was voluptuously and symmetrically proportioned. Roan-red hair hung to her sloping white shoulders and she swept it back now, studying the smooth skin of her shoulders and the light sprinkle of freckles that tapered invitingly downward, stopping just short of the cream-white skin of her already exceptionally well-rounded breasts, and the rose-dark aereoles which made perfect accents for her pinkly ridged nipples. Languidly, she raised her arms over her head, stretching the full mounds of her breasts taut in a classic nude pose.
She stood that way for a long moment, letting her eyes move down over the flat surface of her belly, past the tiny puckered outline of her navel, down to the silky, golden red triangle of her pussy which highlighted the roundly curving fullness of her vaginal lips. Once again she saw the tiny pink tip of her clitoris peeking out from the soft puffy slit in an almost childish shyness. Abruptly, Laurie realized the obscene direction of her thoughts and she flushed guiltily.
Turning slightly, she examined the firm-dimpled roundness of her milk-white buttocks, the rippling muscles in the back of her tapered thighs, then studied her calves and ankles which were slim and shapely. It was a good body, and she was proud of it. But she was torn with guilt over the forbidden sensual awareness that seemed to constantly dominate her thoughts.
Stoically, forcing such sinful ideas from her mind, the pretty teenager padded into the bedroom and slipped into the naughtily sheer rose-colored gown which she knew accentuated and revealed far too much of her flawlessly voluptuous figure, and which she only allowed herself to wear at school when her roommate was absent. Putting a thin opaque robe on over this, she sat down at the vanity to brush her flaming red hair once again. Stroke followed stroke until she was finally satisfied. Then she laid the brush aside, crossed to the patio, slipped deep into a chaise lounge with long legs outstretched, and relaxed, letting the night sounds wash over her.
Twilight had become night, but the full moon had grown brighter, and the pool and garden were bathed in a soft, yellow light. It was quieter now than before, only a few television sets still mumbled, no doors closed, and the persistant crickets had lapsed into a more subtle cacophony, blending in awkward harmony with the solitary frog who, it seemed, had not found a mate to answer his vibrato croaking. As the air continued cooling, the fragrance of hyacinth seemed even more overbearing, and Laurie reveled in the sensual aroma.
Suddenly, a strange new sound permeated her consciousness; a noise that sounded like water lapping at the edge of a pool. But how could that be, she wondered, for she could see the pool and there was definitely no one in it; the water was still; the reflection of the moon lay shimmering eerily on its flat surface. Besides, the noise was much closer, off to the right possibly on the next patio, curiously, Laurie rose and peeked around the bamboo screen that separated her patio from the other, but did not obscure the view toward the pool and garden.
How silly! she thought. It was just a woman's bikini swim suit hung up to dry, dripping water with plat-plat-plat regularity onto the concrete decking. She started to turn, then suddenly froze in mid-stride, her mouth dropping open in incredulity.
A beautiful young girl, seen through the partially opened curtains of the adjacent motel room, slithered into view, strolling sensuously from the far end of the room. She came toward the open patio door, moving with the poise of a model, wearing the sheerest of pale blue peignoirs, short and daringly open down to her small belted waist. Around her slender throat was a half-inch ribbon of black velvet which contrasted startlingly with her alabaster white skin. It matched precisely the long raven-black hair brushed forward to partially cover her large swaying breasts that jiggled incitingly as she moved.
Laurie held her breath in both fear and awe as the girl approached. The brunette stopped not three feet from the door, placed her hands on her flaring hips, and smiled sensually. Laurie had never seen, nor even envisioned, such breathtaking beauty. The young girl not more than eighteen or nineteen had a slimness and clear-eyed look of enormous vitality, a fine-grained and flawless skin, a heavy swing of dark burnished hair. She was tall with large expressive eyes, their irises an unfathomable blue-gray beneath long black lashes. Her sexually provocative impact, so carefully measured it seemed unaffected, was of a kind of innocent awareness, just hinting at a capacity for obscene naughtiness. "Damn!"
The single hushed word gave Laurie a start and it took her a moment to realize that the expletive came from an admiring male who was not within her field of view. Immediately, the dark-haired girl backed away a half step and pirouetted slowly, first one way and then the other, while simultaneously flipping her dark tresses over her shoulders with the backs of both hands.
Then, spreading her feet slightly wider than her shoulders, she laced her fingers behind her head, elbows outstretched, and arched backwards. This motion forced her onto the balls of her feet, her buttocks clenching, her belly thrusting forward, her proud breasts straining taughtly, rising like snow-covered mountain peaks. She held this lewd pose a long moment, then bent even farther backward, the sheer blue peignoir falling open to reveal nearly all of her seductive black-fringed cunt. Then gracefully reaching around to untie the sash at her waist, she shrugged her shoulders, letting the pale gown glide off to the carpeted floor.
Laurie wanted to move, to flee, but fear of discovery stopped her. And something else, too! Ruefully, she acknowledged the fact that the animal-like seductiveness of the naked young girl drew her magnetically; realized that it was impossible to withdraw from the lewd expectancy of what was undoubtedly to come.
Consciously acknowledging her plight, she shifted her position in order to see better just as the alluringly displayed girl straightened up, stepped forward, and slipped into the passionate embrace of a young man who had hitherto been out of view. As the couple's mouths fiercely locked together in a soul searching kiss, Laurie was presented with a full profile of the man.
He was a year or two older than the girl, blond, muscular, and wore only tight jockey shorts which to Laurie's fascinated horror bulged perceptively in front. When they broke their bone-crushing embrace the man turned slightly and Laurie gasped audibly as she read the unmistakable lust registered in his eyes.
Without a word being spoken, the alluring young girl knelt down in front of the youth with her hands behind her back, bent forward, and slowly began tugging at his shorts with her teeth. Moving her head from side to side, she inched the white jockey shorts down over his muscular thighs until finally with one last impassioned wrench they slithered off and pooled around the man's bare feet, revealing his thickly erected penis. Laurie gasped, for she had never imagined a man's penis could be so large, then gasped again as the young girl, looking at it hungrily, began to run the tip of her tongue slowly around her lip stick painted mouth.
Laurie craned forward involuntarily, her mouth open, her breath shallow. Moisture began to form on her heatedly pulsing cuntal lips beneath the robe and sheer nightie as she watched the young girl take the long hardened penis in her hands. She shuddered as she watched the girl squeeze it, fondle it, caressing and stroking it, murmuring, pursing her soft moist lips and blowing gently at it as it continued swelling in her hand.
Moistening her lips again, the raven-haired girl opened her mouth and slowly sucked the lust-swollen head of the blond youth's penis deep inside, then sliding it in and out of her widely ovaled lips, taking more and more of it deeper and deeper. Her eyes were smoky, reflecting sheer unadulterated bliss, as she tickled the long stiff shaft of the man's hardness lightly with her fingers and sucked almost all of it up into her mouth. She squeezed it with her lips so that the man's face contorted with pleasure and his hungry hands went down to the top of her head, grasping her thick dark hair tightly in his fingers.
Unconsciously, lost in the wanton ecstasy of the lewd vision, Laurie began nibbing her moistening pubic mound through the material of her robe and nightie as she watched the man in the next room begin to move. Slowly, obscenely, he pumped his lust-hardened shaft in and out of the beautiful girl's willing mouth as she moved one hand forward and tenderly cradled his dangling testicles.
With a cry that was clearly audible, the youth suddenly shoved the naked young girl backward, knocking her over onto the carpet where she sprawled gracefully despite the force of the impatient motion. Immediately, she opened her long tapered legs and moved her hands down to her quivering pubic mound to spread her moist pink cuntal lips apart, teasingly exposing the throbbing vaginal slit to the man's feasting eyes.
Needing no further invitation, the blond youth slipped quickly between her outstretched thighs and fell forward, crushing his lips ferociously to the girl's. They lay nakedly locked together for a long moment, and then using his powerful arms, the man pushed his body up from the carpet. Resting his weight on palms and knees, he bent forward to suck one of the girl's taut nipples into his mouth, squeezing and licking it unmercifully.
A gasp of pain-pleasure emitted from the girl's lust-contorted lips, and when the youth switched to the other stiffened nipple, her mouth hung slackly and her unseeing eyes rolled upward. Moments later he released her quivering nipple and immediately began to run his tongue maddeningly down over the girl's heaving belly, blazing a fiery trail down, down into the softly curling triangle of her pubic hair. Pausing momentarily over her flowering pink cuntal lips, he bobbed his head downward, hotly stabbing his tongue into her moist vaginal opening.
The dark-haired girl reacted as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, head arching up, arms flaying out, loins jerking helplessly upward into his licking face. With a shudder, she bent her knees and planted her feet firmly on the carpet, allowing him even further access to her writhing loins. As his tongue slithered up into her cunt another inch and began rotating maddeningly, the naked young girl shuddered again. Then, biting her lips, she raised her hips completely up off the carpet, writhing, squirming and grinding her loins lasciviously around the deep-plunging tongue.
Spying through the bamboo screen, Laurie could stand it no longer. The salacious sight had caused her own youthfully responsive body to react with lewd violence. A trickle of warm cuntal moisture was running out of her obscenely burning vagina where her hand kneaded the lust-swollen flesh, wetting the material of her nightie. She needed release, and needed it soon. But she couldn't stand out there on the patio forever. Someone was liable to come along and see her.
So with misgiving, she slipped silently back into her own room, turned off all the lights, and quickly stripped herself of both robe and nightgown. Peeling covers and top sheet from the bed, she fell onto it, spread her trembling thighs, placed her feet flat on the sheet, and slipped her fingers down toward her hotly throbbing vagina.
All thoughts of guilt were quickly thrown to the winds as the wild fire of carnal desire began burning through her, as one middle finger sought and found the erect little bud of her clitoris, and at once she began lewdly tweaking it. She had never felt such burning need to be released! Never! Quickly, she slipped her middle finger into her wantonly writhing flesh, while with her thumb she continued to titillate her tiny throbbing clitoris.
Then a second finger followed the first and in moments she was twisting her hips around and around, attempting to alleviate the searing itch in her wantonly aroused vagina. She began grinding her buttocks down into the bed, and with her free hand she reached up and grasped one painfully full breast and began squeezing its spiked-out nipple between thumb and forefinger. The young teenager was on fire with insane desire as she brutally squeezed and kneaded her tender flesh. She had to have release!
Within moments, she could feel it coming building, burning, blowing, rising, consuming all.. . and with one huge shuddering explosion, it was upon her. She arched her back clear of the bed, frantically straining on her plunging fingers and pinching her distended nipple as wave after wave of lewdly engulfing passion swept over her, drowning her in release-giving pleasure. Finally, she slumped back to the bed, spent and exhausted.
She lay there panting, fighting to get her breath back. Before long her breathing shallowed, returned to normal, and with it returned the terrible guilt--guilt over what she had done, guilt that she had shamelessly spied on the neighboring couple, guilt that flooded her consciousness tenfold.
Without bothering to cover herself, Laurie buried her head in the pillow and cried herself to sleep.