Chapter 3

Ken entered the main aspen grove, crossed the creek, and approached the mountain pool from upstream, picking his way carefully among the boulders as he climbed steadily upward. At the top the granite cliff dropped off sharply toward the pool, forming a vertical wall forty feet high, half of which lay beneath the pool's surface.

He stood on the cliffs edge for a moment, peering into the sparkling blue depths before attempting the nearly vertical dive, and then out of the corner of his eye he caught a movement in the grove toward the far end of the pool. Focusing his gaze there, he saw a saddled horse grazing contentedly. Scrutinizing the horse, he recognized it as one of Ned Dow's. Curious, he scanned the grove, and then the banks along the pool, thinking that perhaps Ned had sent someone from the ranch up to the line-shack with a message. Suddenly it dawned on him that he should be out mending fences and not standing up here stark naked, goofing off. Crouching low, he inched along the cliff until he reached a large boulder from which he could see but not be seen. There was no one in sight, but as he shifted into a more comfortable position a moan reached his ears above the gurgle of the stream. Thinking that perhaps the horse's rider might be injured, he crept forward and peered over the edge of the cliff.

Jesus Christ! He couldn't believe what his bloodshot eyes were actually witnessing. They roved the length of the naked red-headed girl, feasting on the delectable curves of her young voluptuous body. She lay not fifteen feet below him in a hollowed depression eroded by tons of winter runoff that had swelled the stream each spring of every year since time immemorial. As Ken stared down at the lithe young stranger he felt as if he had somehow stumbled into the Garden of Eden. Yet there was something familiar about her, something in the structure of her face. Then it came to him. Sure. He remembered now. He had asked about the chestnut, had asked why no one rode him. And he had been told that he belonged to Ned Dow's niece, Laurie. It was all clear now . . . all except what the hell she was doing up here, alone, naked . . . and finger-fucking herself!

Jesus! What a wantonly salacious sight! Her mouth was slack with desire and her eyes tightly shut as her proud young breasts rose and fell with the exertion of her writhing pelvis and madly skewering fingers. Shit! he could even see the coral slit of her cunt beneath the golden red curls trying to suck her deeply pistoning fingers inward. Ken shifted his position until he had a commanding vantage point.. . Christ! never had he enjoyed a more licentious sight that he could recall, nor had his heavily throbbing cock ever leaped into hardness any quicker than it had right at that moment. He was damned near overcome with immediate lust and he clutched at his fully erect penis as Laurie let out another sensuous moan of delight.

Goddamn . . . if it wouldn't jeopardize his job he'd go down there and bury his pounding cock in that sweet young pussy! But.. . but sure as hell she'd squeal. Oh Christ! he'd never seen such an expression of wild lust on any face, let alone one so pretty . . .

Damn! his cock was throbbing. He had to do something; his balls were churning as if they were on fire . . . ! What the hell! Now, she was squeezing her breast like crazy, waggling the hell out of her cock-hungry cunt on those frantically skewering fingers!

Christ! he couldn't stand it! His hand slipped down to his swollen cock, stroking it slowly at first, then faster, faster matching the hypnotic rhythm of the girl's own massaging fingers.

Below the sex-starved ranch-hand, the maddening and lascivious desire racing through her tingling body was more readily intoxicating than Laurie had ever imagined in her young teenage life! With an unrestrained moan, she moved the twin spheres of her uplifted buttocks in tiny searching circles, attempting to bury all of her pistoning fingers, the obscene thoughts of last evening building the tension within her to an almost unbearable peak. God, how she wished to have something besides her own fingers fucking into her! Her brain raced lewdly, filling with forbidden thoughts that had hitherto been beyond imagination. "Oooohhh . . . ooooohhh!" she sighed gutturally, her breath gushing from her lungs. "Ooooohhh Goddd!"

Ken Chester watched the red-haired girl's beautiful contorted face . . . watched the enraptured finger-fucking she was heatedly giving herself. He found his own hand stroking his cock, keeping tempo with the pretty adolescent's fingers skewering deeper and deeper into the glistening pink slit between her widespread thighs. Her probing fingers sank their full length into the depths of her soft white belly, while she rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding them against the palm of her hand like a hungry bitch in heat.

Goddamn! he was going crazy with the unbelievable sight, going crazy with the great swirls of heat that were building in his aching testicles. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he pictured them snapping upward, pushing his throbbing penis several inches farther away from the wiry curls of his pubic hair. Fuck! It was time! He was going to blow his nuts! Strangled noises forced their way up from somewhere in his throat. Soon, now . . . soon!

Nothing existed for Laurie in that moment except the delirious sensations of her hotly erupting climax. The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it could be. Every muscle in her naked young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolts of rapture spasm through her wildly gyrating loins and belly. Her buttocks flexed to rock hardness and she gurgled a wailing moan when her climaxing body unleashed in the moment she'd been striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion in the whole world, only the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her convulsing body. Pinwheels of light in kaleidoscopic colors exploded at the back of her eyes and she screamed abandonedly again wail of erotic pleasure so acute as to be painful. Following the force of her orgasm, her shaking buttocks sank back against the smooth granite and her hands stilled. She lay there beside the pool, unmoving her eyes squeezed shut and her full firm breasts rising and falling spasmodically, as sanity slowly returned to her passion-numbed brain, as the lust-provoking images of the couple on the motel carpet faded slowly away like wispy gossamers of fog . . .

"Oh, God!" Ken gasped as his hand stroked faster and faster on his heavily aching cock while he watched the lovely red-head writhe in the throes of orgasm below him. Then he was there!

The needle-like stream of white hot sperm burst from his furiously exploding balls, gushing forth in thick hot jets, spewing out away from the blood-engorged head of his cock and then falling through the still air out and over the edge of the cliff. . .

Laurie's eyes were still squeezed shut when the first drops of falling white sperm struck. Her eyes flew open and she looked incredulously at the small blob of warm liquid running off her naked belly and down her side. Plop came another. And then another. Startled, she rose on shaking legs and craned her neck upwards.

She saw something that made her heart pound wildly . . . something she could not believe! A naked man was sitting overhead on the cliff, gazing down at her exposed young form and moving his hand rapidly up and down between his legs. My God! he was actually playing with himself!

In that moment it did not occur to her that she was as guilty as he, for fear pulsed in her throat as she surveyed his deeply-tanned body and the glistening male hardness that gave one final convulsive jerk and then began deflating. She ached to run to Sniffy and ride toward the ranch as fast as the stout horse could carry her, but for some reason she was paralyzed; afraid even to breathe deeply for fear of inciting this stranger to deeds of further embarrassment and humiliation. He seemed almost insane with excitement as he ogled her nakedly standing body.

What could she possibly do now? What would he do, she wondered with fascination as the large hairy testicles dangling beneath his penis seemed to dry up before her very eyes. The towering column of flesh deflated inch by inch until it hung limply, pointing down at her, its tip oozing one final droplet.

Abruptly, she made up her mind. The sight of dripping maleness reminded her of the clear white sperm drying on her own belly, and suddenly she had to wash it off, had to cleanse her body of the embarrassment and humiliation she felt. Turning quickly toward the pool, she arched her body up and out, then fell, slicing into the cold water with barely a splash. Remaining under water, she swam powerfully until the pain in her lungs screamed for relief, then surfaced at the far end of the pool.

The depth of the pool at that point was shallow enough to stand in and as she did so, tossing her head to shake the water from her long red hair, she glanced back at the granite cliff. To her surprise she found it deserted. She began plodding through the water, then, picking her way gingerly along the rocky bottom, moving toward the shore, hoping to reach her clothes and ride away before the stranger could reappear. She had gone only a few feet, far enough that her ripely jutting young breasts were exposed above the water, when suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks.

The naked man was standing next to her clothes, his hands on his hips and a broad smile on his face as he watched her. Incredulously she stared at his handsome face and muscular body.

". . . How . . . ? " she began to sputter, then noticing his plastered down blond hair and still dripping naked body, answered her own question: "Oh . . . you beat me . . . " her voice trailed off. She turned, glancing back to the far end of the pool and the granite cliff, realizing that his soaring dive would have carried him far out into the pool and that swimming on the surface was much faster. Turning back to face him, she was suddenly enraged with the way he had outsmarted her and at his sense of obvious male superiority. A hint of authority rose in her voice as she said:

"The water's cold . . . I'd like to get out!"

"And I suppose you want me to turn my back while you get out and dress, right?" he said matter-of-factly, staring directly into her eyes.

"Yes," she answered, but some of the strength had left her tone.

"It's really a little ridiculous, isn't it? I mean," he shrugged, "after what's happened, it seems sort of.. . ludicrous. "

For several moments she remained silent, studying him. His voice had been husky and resonant with masculinity, yet somehow cheerful too. His eyes were mocking her, but they held something else as well; something deep and mysterious perhaps loneliness or hurt, as if they were not used to laughter. Laurie had been prepared to order him to leave her alone, but somehow that tone, the way he stared at her, left her speechless. She had never before been this close to a mature man without any clothes on, and the sight of his now limp, but nevertheless huge, dangling penis, made her feel something she had never felt before.

"I'm . . . embarrassed," the young girl finally admitted, still not venturing from the cold water.

"I'll tell you what," the blond stranger said, lowering his eyes to the young girl's smooth white breasts bobbing sensually on the pool's surface, their small nippled peaks blue-purple and taut from the cold water. "I'll turn my back while you dress if you'll promise not to go riding off. There are a few things that need to be explained and I'll agree to turn if you'll stay and talk awhile."

"I promise," Laurie agreed, relieved at the prospect of being allowed to safely leave the cold pool without submitting her nakedness to his intensely probing eyes. "But you'll have to put some clothes on too," she added, knowing it would be impossible to carry on an intelligent conversation while he was still nakedly exposed.

"I haven't any," he retorted, laughing easily.

"But.. . don't you wear clothes?" Laurie asked incredulously.

"Sure," he replied, laughing again. "I left them at the shack."

"What shack?" she demanded. She knew the country intimately; she had ridden for miles in every direction and there was no building of any sort anywhere near. He was lying.

"The line-shack at the head of the grove," he answered, motioning upstream.

'There's no line-shack up there," she said adamantly, pleased that she had discovered him for what he was before she had committed herself to his obviously sneaky plan.

'There is now," he said quietly, noting the rising doubt registered on her face. "Your uncle had it built to save the long ride from the ranch when fences needed mending or loose stock needed rounding up."

"W-Who are you?" Laurie stammered.

"Ken Chester, fence-mender extraordinaire, and privy to his lord higliness, Ned Dow. At your service, milady," he concluded with a stiff bow.

In a moment her self-assuredness dissolved. Now worry began creeping steadily into her thoughts. Shame and embarrassment reared their urgly heads. He worked for Uncle Ned! What if he were to tell her uncle what he had seen her doing? Oh my God! she thought. Her hand flew to her mouth.

Ken could image what was happening behind those extraordinary and suddenly very wide green eyes. She was a sexually provocative girl with spunk to boot, and he didn't want to lose the opportunity of her companionship even if it only meant someone to talk to for a little while. The days and nights for nearly four months had blended into solitary nothingness broken only by the twice-monthly treks to the ranch for supplies. Even these did not afford much opportunity for human companionship, what with the long ride in and back. He held the winning hand; it was evident. Four aces and a joker. The joker being Ned Dow. He almost laughed. What little Laurie didn't know wouldn't hurt her. If he told her uncle what he had seen, he could kiss the job and the dream of rewriting the novel in solitary surroundings good-bye. But it never hurt to press the advantage. Knight to Queen four. Checkmate!

His smile broadened. "I'll meet you at the shack, he said. "Just follow the creek to the first bend, turn south and follow the trail to the end of the grove. You can't miss it." He nodded curtly and turned on his heel.