Chapter 6
Everything was going wrong. Laurie had risen at seven o'clock the next morning, showered, dressed in brand new riding clothes, had a hearty breakfast, and had gone out with a high heart to saddle up Sniffy. But on the way to the corral she met Hank, the ranch foreman, and learned that most of the riding stock had been spooked by the bear again. The high-strung horses had panicked and broken out of the corral as well as several stalls reserved for the family's private mounts. Sniffy was one of those missing. Later, to make matters worse, her uncle had forbidden her to leave the ranch under any circumstances, even on another mount, until the weather cleared up.
It was not until nearly noon, several hours after she had sulked off to her room to read and contemplate her rotten luck, that Ned Dow knocked on the door to her bedroom and asked if she was presentable.
"Okay, love, don't fret," he grinned as he entered and stopped at the foot of her bed. "The boys brought in most of the horses. Sniffy's in his stall, and I've heard on the radio that the weather's clearing for a few days. So go on out and find that goddamned black stallion, but mind me, if you're not back here before dark, I'll ground your sexy little hind end for the rest of the summer. Is it a deal?"
Jumping up from the bed with an expression of astonished relief, Laurie ran to the big man, hugged him, and flew out the door without a single word.
Ned Dow stood rooted to the floor of Laurie's bedroom for several minutes. His face was flushed and a tingling sensation warmly spread in his loins. He felt hot all over. Damn! he thought. Laurie's getting to big to hug me like that.
The places where her firmly ripened young breasts had pressed against his barrel chest felt as if they had been seared with one of his own red-hot branding irons, and his stiffening cock strained in his jeans where it had made contact with the resilient swell of her warm-fleshed thighs. It was time to go to town, he thought.
Time to get himself a woman!
Out by the corral the ranch's foreman, Hank Woods, had similar thoughts as he watched Laurie swing into the saddle, stretching her riding pants taut over her enticingly rounded ass-cheeks. For several years now, he had watched Ned Dow's niece change from a gangling adolescent into a lush young woman. Many a summer night he had lain in the bunk house imagining what that ripe young body looked like naked, but fear of losing his job and respect for Ned Dow prevented him from going beyond the boundaries of those lewd imaginings. Nevertheless, if he was presented with a safe opportunity, there was no doubt in his mind that he would take advantage of it.
A possibility of just such an opportunity had occupied his thoughts several times during the past summer; watching Laurie carefully, he had noted that on many occasions she had returned from her "rides" with her hair damp from swimming, and he had concluded that she did so au naturel.
A thought suddenly struck him. Was it possible that she planned just that today? Damned right it was possible! he thought as he watched her guide the big chestnut along the bank of the lake. Suddenly, he made up his mind.
"Hey, Mike!" he shouted to the nearest ranch-hand who was mucking out one of the horse stalls. "Saddle my horse. I think I'll go see if I can't track down that ornery stallion."
The ride across the meadow and up into the Chiquita Range had been easy, Laurie thought as she and Sniffy entered the mouth of the small aspen-dotted canyon. Her heart was thumping crazily in anticipation of facing Ken, and it was all she could manage to keep from turning around to avoid the dreaded confrontation, one she realized could drastically change the course of her life. However, instead of fleeing, she urged Sniffy into a trot" to hasten her arrival and so cut short her rapidly mounting anxiety. She rode around the last bend and up to the clearing in front of the cabin with her jaw set, her face as expressionless as that of a truly brave man climbing the steps to the gallows.
Reining Sniffy to a stop, the young red-head dismounted and looked about the place for some sign of the ranch-hands presence. Good Lord, what if, after all her crazy dread and lewd anticipation, he was not to be found?
Just then her ears picked up the sound of a typewriter clicking away inside the cabin, a sound that both relieved and frightened her. Checking the last-minute impulse to sneak away and come another time when she was more self-assured, she strode briskly up to the door and rapped lightly. As there was no response from within, she knocked harder and more insistently. Suddenly the door flew open and there was Ken, dressed in shorts, an expression of surprise on his face changing to obvious pleasure when he recognized her. Saying nothing, he stood back and waved his hand inward in a flourish of invitation.
"I-I hope you don't mind my stopping by for a moment," Laurie stammered in embarrassment, her courage suddenly changing to doubt. "I was just riding by." The knowing smile that flooded his face triggered her own smile, and in the next instant they both were bent double with laughter, sharing the unspoken joke. When their chuckles subsided, Ken took her arm and led her to the chair in front of the table.
"All right, my little mountain nymph, sit down and tell me all about where you were going.. . when you just happened to drop by for a minute." He was still beaming widely as he ran his eyes up and down her voluptuous form, drinking in every curve and swell of her youthful anatomy just as he had the day before.
"To tell you the truth," Laurie giggled, "I wanted to talk about your novel. . . It's really veddy, veddy serious, you know, and I think it needs some important changes to make it worthwhile to your readers."
"I think you need an important change, Laurie. I think you need to be changed from a girl to a woman. Don't you agree?" he asked, his voice a mixture of spoof and sincerity. She knew what he was talking about, of course, but could not bring herself to openly acknowledge that she knew what he meant, attempting instead to divert him by pointing to the typewriter and saying:
"I heard you typing. Are you working on something new?" But he ignored her tactic and held his eyes fiercely locked on her lush young form, undressing her with his mind as she squirmed uncomfortably in the crude chair. It was a showdown, she decided, to see if she could hold up a test he had devised. But his facial features were all too convincingly tense, as though they had been drawn tight by wires under the surface of the skin, to permit her to relax in the belief that he was simply exploring the extent of her courage.
"Laurie, it's true, isn't it, that yesterday was the first time you ever saw a man with his cock hard?" He paused for a moment, allowing his obscene words to sink in, to register fully in the delicious redheaded nymph's mind. Then, lowering his voice an octave, he went on: "And you thought about my cock last night, didn't you, Laurie? You thought of what it would be like to touch it and have it inside you . . . to become a woman."
"Ken Mr. Chester you shouldn't.. . you mustn't say such things," she whispered, turning her face away to hide the pink glow of humiliation that she felt coloring her cheeks.
"DIDN'T YOU!? " he insisted, advancing a step.
"Yes . . . yes, I did," she admitted in a barely audible voice, "but I didn't want to . . . I-I couldn't help it. It-it just happened. It was the first time . . . Yes, you're right, it was something I'd never seen before and yes, I couldn't help but think of what it's really like . . . to touch." She was further humiliated by the guilty admission she was making and wanted somehow to disappear between the narrow cracks in the plank floor. Her mind was filled with regret as she wished she could unsay everything and undo these last two days just be the innocent bookworm she had been back at school, before vacation.
Ken came another step closer and was standing beside the chair, but she was too psychologically beaten to be put on her guard by his hovering nearness. She did not even flinch when he placed his tanned hand on her shoulder and began to massage it, gently and with sympathetic tenderness. Sensing his softness, she nuzzled her head against his hand and was pleased with its comforting warmth, its strength and the puzzling warm glow of satisfaction that came from the physical contact between them.
"You know, honey," Ken said almost matter-of-factly as he moved his big hand slowly from her narrow shoulder to trace his fingertips lightly teasingly over the fragile freckled skin at the base of her slender throat, "I think you came back here today to discover what it is to be a woman. And I'm glad you did, for my own sake, because I've been yearning for a woman . . . especially a delicious young woman like you. You're lucky, too, that you have someone like me to break you in right. Otherwise, you probably would've gotten your first fucking from some clumsy high school kid . . . some punk who wouldn't know even the basics, let alone the fine points, of fucking."
Laurie winced inwardly at his use of the obscene word, a word not even her uncle used in front of her. Her mind was adrift with confusing thoughts that would not focus. And she could not stop the sudden tingling warmth that the ever more daring explorations of his stroking fingertips were creating in the pit of her stomach. His hand had half disappeared down the open "vee" of her still-buttoned blouse, and now he was inserting two fingers in the deep cleavage between her closely-spaced breasts. Still seated, she was positioned so that his loins were less than a foot from her face as he stood before her, and she watched fascinated as his cock began to steadily swell and jerk under the restraining fabric of his shorts.
The young virgin sat motionless, completely frozen as he unbuttoned her blouse with one hand and reached under her hair with the other, his fingers again playing a light tracing game along the nerves at the top of her spine, causing tiny shivers of delight to run over her back like invisible insects. Meanwhile, he deftly peeled the blouse from her shoulders and, with the hand at the back of her neck, pushed her forward so that he could slip the flimsy blouse down her arms and off.
"Stand up, honey, I want to kiss you," he said huskily, taking her bare arms to help her to her feet, then crushing her to him for an endlessly fevered kiss that flattened and bruised her full sensuous lips. He was becoming impatient now, she knew, and his lengthening cock throbbed like a thick wild nerve against her belly. Her own senses were reeling as well, dangerously close to the edge, the point of no return, her wide-open eyes showing a mixture of feelings fear and humiliation and irresistible lewd pleasure. She felt her arms encircle his heavily-muscled back as though they had a will of their own, clasping him in a passionate embrace with a burst of strength that she never knew she had.
Finally, long moments later, Ken disengaged himself from her and stepped back, his fingers working frantically at the fly of his shorts. He slid them off his hips and down to his knees, his long thick cock springing into view and quivering like a wild animal suddenly released from its cage. Laurie uttered a little cry at the sight of the incredibly huge penis her heart skipping several beats as she stared in awe at the menacing rod of flesh with its expanding blood-engorged head. She had never seen anything so formidable, had never believed that a man could put anything so thick and long into a woman without killing her.
Ken knew what she was thinking, exactly the same thing other women in his amorous past had thought when they first caught sight of the size of his penis. Bending over, he slipped the shorts over his feet and turned to face her with a lewd grin on his lips and slowly began to stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of his desire-hardened cock back and forth. Seeing the shock register on her face, he smiled, obviously enjoying the cruel torment he was subjecting her to.
"What do you think of that, Laurie?" he asked, a faint lewd glint growing in his eyes like an ember glowing in the fire. "I'll bet your little boy friends don't have anything like that to run between your legs.. . Okay, honey, it's time you got undressed so we can get down to business."
Obediently, as though mesmerized, the young girl responded to his command and stepped back, without looking, to sit in the room's solitary chair. After she had struggled out of her boots and socks, she rose and unzipped the fly of her riding britches, squirming as she tugged them down over her firmly curving hips. She was wearing skimpy white bikini panties, and Ken felt his cock lurch even tauter when he beheld the faint line of red-gold pubic hair running up to a point on her enticingly rounded little belly. The snaps of her lacy white brassiere came next and she heard him mutter faintly as she lowered her hands from her back and shrugged out of the garment, her softly mounded white breasts bursting free in the air. Laurie stood trembling in fear and anticipation as he dropped to his knees in front of her, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her silk panties and pulling them slowly down over the smooth young curves of her buttocks, at last letting the skimpy panties drop at her feet like a deflated parachute.
She was completely naked!
Still trembling, she stood before him like an innocent Aphrodite about to be sacrificed on the altar of love, her flawlessly smooth skin glowing with whiteness in the dim light. Ken remained on his knees in front of her, panting like a bull about to charge toward a conquest. Suddenly he moved forward, grasping her resilient young ass-cheeks with both hands, and she felt his lips pressing wetly into the naked flesh of her belly. The unexpected hot contact sent chills of excitement racing through her naked body and her blood began to burst in her veins like tiny needle-points of fire. The surprise of his touch caused her to sway precariously and she automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to keep from toppling over. Mistaking this as encouragement, Ken dropped his mouth to the little hillock of her pussy, spreading the sparse red pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue into the wetly moistened split of her vagina, his tongue coming into electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris.
Then, walking on his knees, he guided her backwards toward the lumpy mattress waiting in the corner. Moving as though floating, Laurie finally felt the edge of the bed catch her mid-calf and she sprawled flat on her back, her long legs flying invitingly open as she fell. He leaped forward and pinned her in that position as she struggled in vain to roll away to the far side of the bed. But he was adamant and clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her violently quivering thighs and held her fast.
Legs splayed far apart and eyes now opened wide in a sudden panic, the virginal teenager attempted to scream, to plead with him, but managed only a dry-throated gurgling sound. She had suddenly changed her mind, but now she was hopelessly trapped and at his mercy, and she knew that he could take her anyway he wanted to. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs, grinning up at her between her firm young breasts like a hungry animal preparing to devour its helplessly resisting victim. The moist pink flesh of her vagina was exposed to his leering face like an offering to the gods as she lay petrified on the mattress, her heart beating like a runaway locomotive, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in greedy anticipation of the naked young feast spread before him. Even in her fear of the forbidden act he was committing, Laurie was amazed at the dramatic satanic change that had come over her uncle's ranch-hand. He had changed from a gentle and considerate man to a sex-hungry beast in less than five minutes!
Her thoughts still muddled, the frightened red-head felt him place his palms flat against the inner softness of her fearfully quivering thighs, his thumbs resting on the tender fleshy outer lips of her cunt. Then with a slow torturing outward movement, Ken drew the now slightly pulsating lips apart and submitted the wet pink slit to his merciless gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with a low groan, dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue like a long slippery snake into the warm confines of her helplessly throbbing cuntal lips. Immediately she bucked upwards, a girlish moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks frantically ground down into the mattress as she tried to elude the depraved assault on her virginal pussy-flesh.
"Oooooh, pleeese! Ooooh!" she whimpered pitifully as he wormed his tongue ferociously into her tiny pulsating vaginal mouth. She had lifted her head up off the mattress and was peering down between her nakedly swaying breasts, watching him in astonishment and disbelief, her adolescent mind unable to fully fathom the sensuous feelings rippling through her virginal young body. And still his head rocked up and down as he licked and sucked at her defensively cringing young cunt, tasting the rising female secretions that were beginning to mingle with his own saliva.
"God no, it can't be happening like this," she groaned over and over to herself in wonder and humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue flicked in and out of her involuntarily dilating cuntal lips. Yet despite her horror at the terrible things being done to her nakedly exposed vagina, sudden wisps of shameful pleasure began to rise in her sensitive nerves.
Her arms lay tensed at her sides as her naked white young breasts began to quiver from the buffeting of his head lodged obscenely between her splayed-open thighs. His hands climbed up over the soft white flatness of her belly and harshly seized the cream-white flesh of the twin mounds, his fingers rolling the pebble-hard nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked maddeningly in wet determination at the virginal tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching with satanical delight the humiliating contortions of her face through the deep valley of her wildly dancing breasts.
Laurie lay paralyzed in defenseless submission to the ravenous outrage her naked young cunt was being subjected to. There was nothing she could do, and he was defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination. She was losing the battle she was waving with her passion-confused mind against the traitorous sensations of obscene pleasure that were rapidly possessing her. She was catching fire; her cheeks and throat were rosy, as though touched with rouge, and it gave her an inflamed look which matched the unseeing character of her lust-glazed eyes. As new waves of lascivious pleasure washed through her, she moaned, stretching and placing her arms behind her head, pushing back the tousle of red hair which was lit by a watery shaft of light streaming in the window.
Ken's eyes were still fastened on Laurie's shamefully contorted face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her thumb-spread vagina. Chuckling like a demented devil, he brought his hands down from her knees, his broad shoulders and muscular upper arms prying her legs even farther apart. He pushed them up and over her naked young body so that her knees were crushed into her breasts, exposing the entire flat plane of her moistening loins to his lust-maddened eyes. This will surprise the little bitch, he grinned to himself, flicking the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered hole of her anus nestled provocatively just below the moist cuntal opening.
"Oh God, no, no, don't! Noooo!" she begged, trying desperately to wiggle her buttocks away from the hot invading tongue licking without mercy at her vulnerably exposed anus. But he continued the lewd attack, not hearing, not caring as he stabbed into her elastically contracting rectum. Laurie was out of her mind, fighting and yet involuntarily reacting to the delicious growth of forbidden pleasure caused by the unnatural invasion, her buttocks screwing back against her will at the darting tongue. Suddenly nothing else counted, nothing but the obscene spasms of ecstasy that made her jerk and writhe around like some wanton slut aching to get her fill of sex.
"Okay, honey, now it's time to make you a real woman," he rasped, climbing hurriedly up to hover over her prostrate form, grinning obscenely at her as he reached out with both hands and once more grasped her heaving breasts, using them like handles to lever himself all the way up onto the crude bed.
Then, removing one hand, he reached down between her flailing legs and felt the soft protective folds of delicate young flesh surrounding her virginally tight cunt. His fingers searched almost patiently for a moment, and then found their moistened quarry, making her flinch and the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks clench tightly together, imprisoning his hand between her gripping thighs. Ken swore and pushed his hand forward to break the vise-like lock that her girlish thighs had on him, giving one rude push with his forearm.
Laurie felt the last of her failing strength, born of sudden fear and desperation, give way. She trembled uncontrollably, biting her lip in a vain attempt to drown out the pain as his middle finger wormed its way up into the now wet and open cuntal entrance. The finger moved around inside her in steadily widening circles, inching deeper and deeper up into her fearfully quivering belly. Finally, with a slight pop of the thin membrane of her maidenhead, his steadily probing finger slipped up into her all the way past the second knuckle. She opened her mouth to scream from the flash of pain, but nothing came. Instead, she groaned exhaustedly, jerking her head to one side on the mattress and closing her eyes to escape his excitedly leering gaze. Surprisingly the pain was already ebbing away.
The trembling sixteen year old was even more amazed at herself when she unquestioningly followed Ken's orders to spread her legs. All this was unreal it was a dream, a nightmare of carnality, she thought as she opened her eyes cautiously to watch the ranch-hand take his long thick cock and place the distended head at the tiny pink mouth of her cuntal lips. Oh my God, she cringed, it was too big! He would never fit! She would be torn in two!
"Hold on, baby, I'll try to take it easy," he said the maniacal sneer still on his face as he began to slowly rotate the cock-head around the tiny elastic-like opening of her cunt, parting the sparse red-gold pubic hair to grant himself easier access. Then, with a gentleness she did not expect, he began to apply pressure, the soft fleshy pussy lips spreading easily as the tip of the huge thrusting cock barely penetrated her. Again, he pressed forward, slowly, gently, against the warm fleshy resistance, until she felt the first pangs of pain searing through her helplessly spread body. She nearly lost consciousness as the agonizing pressure built. Another lust-thickened inch sank in, and then another, cruelly stretching the tight little opening until Laurie was convinced that she would die from the pain.
Suddenly he thrust his hips forward, no longer caring, sending his long glistening cock sliding up into her small virginal cunt with a roaring anger, pushing the soft resisting flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it, driving deeply into her, not stopping until his cum-bloated balls smacked like a resounding gunshot against the upturned cheeks of her naked buttocks. She was left gasping for breath, her eyes opened wide, her mouth slack, her face now bloodless as she suffered hopelessly beneath this cruel monster of a man.
"Aaaaagghhh! Ooooh Goddd! Noooo!" she screamed at last, feeling certain that she was dying, her no longer innocent vagina ripped into what must be a thousand tiny shreds. She had never been so filled by anything in her life . . . nothing had ever been such torture.
The rangy ranch-hand lay still for a moment, soaking the entire throbbing length of his massive cock in the moistly ravaged channel. Laurie also lay immobile, hoping that her stillness would alleviate the pain. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh on his deeply embedded penis, and when he began flexing it inside her, she cried out in vain protest, her brain a seething mass of white-hot fire and helpless incoherency. Reflexively, she tensed her inner thigh muscles tightly together in an attempt to ease the steady onward invasion of the huge staff, but the throb and contraction of her tight young pussy walls served only to taunt the probing penis more.
Then, pulling her closer to him, he forced his swollen hardness even deeper up into her painfully straining belly. She could feel the hard blunt head nudging against the cushiony tip of her cervix, radiating unwanted jolts of burning pain deep into her womb. Again he flexed the huge bulbous head at the end of his buried cock, this time withdrawing it halfway from her clasping vagina, forcing her to utter a choking sound as her tight pink cuntal flesh clenched defensively around the hardened male pole.
Gradually he eased forward again, then out, steadily lengthening the stroke. She felt him begin a steady pumping motion, driving all the way in and almost all the way out, the now thinly-stretched cuntal lips pulling out on the backstroke, then virtually submerging inside her own lewdly swallowing cunt as they clung to the ramming cock on the in-stroke.
Ken knew now that she would soon be on the verge of total surrender; even she realized that she could not escape the inevitable. She was his slave, this sixteen year old girl who had dared to give into her lascivious curiosity and had come back to his cabin to play with fire.
Glancing down at the granite-hard rod of flesh filling her to the bursting point, he saw the traces of bright virginal blood blending with her cuntal secretions, shining like victory on the visible portion of his heavily throbbing penis as he withdrew it in preparation for another deep hard lunge into her dilated young pussy. Yes, now she knew how foolish it was to play games with a real man, especially a lonely, womanless man.
The subjugated teenager's body began to react as the pain lessened with each loud smack of his balls against her naked buttocks. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd feelings of desire coursing hotly through her veins. She had lost in her struggle against the obscene sensations, and even the thought of her total submission sent fresh thrills running salaciously through her. She began to bask in the rhythm of Ken Chester's lust-thickened cock skewering into her without mercy, her whole naked young body writhing and twitching shamelessly beneath him.
The blond ranch hand began breathing faster, gulping for air, as the tempo of his thrusts increased to that of maniacal frenzy, his heavy-lidded eyes filming in his sexual ecstasy. The insanity of animal lust raged in his hard-slamming loins and he was aware of nothing else in the world but the fact that a full-bodied teenage girl was passionately responding to his fucking, writhing and turning in ecstasy beneath him. Spurred on by Laurie's pitching body and the way she had begun to kick with her heels against his back, he dug more deeply into her, pinning her to the mattress, restricting her movements until she thought she would go thoroughly mad unless she could move freely with him.
With every solid forward lunge, Ken jarred her entire naked young body, pushing her toward the wall. He felt his own head touch the wooden surface and automatically raised himself over her in a push-up position, his hands dropping from her jiggling breasts to seize her ankles and pry them farther apart. His sun-bronzed body was now a ball of uncontrolled passion, unleashing itself completely against the squirming, tender flesh beneath him.
He could feel his heated cock growing rapidly thicker and thicker deep up in her young quivering belly, and ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flashing across his contorting facial features. Never had he fucked anything this young before, nothing this innocent and tender and helpless, and it was goading him on to heights of lustful savagery unknown even to him. His thickly inflating cock ached and throbbed as it never had before.
"How do you like it baby?. . . Do you like . . . my big cock . . . fucking . . . into your cunt?" he managed to ask, spitting out the words between gulping breaths as he delivered a series of extra hard strokes between her widespread legs, wanting to weaken her completely to his overpowering will, in mind as well as in body.
"I.. . oh, yes," she hissed, ashamed of admitting it and humiliated by his crudeness . . . yet afraid of offending him lest she lose the bliss of having his massive penis pounding into her throbbing vagina.
"Then say it.. . Say you like . . . my big cock," he snarled contemptuously, still panting.
"I like it.. . it's beautiful.. . " she hedged, unable to say what he wanted.
"Goddamnit! Say it!"
"Ooooh, no, no, I can't," she cried, a pleading look in her lust-glazed green eyes. "I can't say . . . such things . . . Please don't make me!"
She fought with all the strength and courage of her young years to muster the lewd words he wanted, demanded of her to say. But it was impossible.. . at least she thought so until suddenly he stopped pumping into her and she groaned at the loss of the wonderful new sensations.
"Say it!" he snarled.
"Oh yes, yess, I love.. . your big cock fucking me . . . fucking me . . . filling my . . . my cunt," she finally gasped, lifting her smooth white loins up to receive the delicious reward of his deep thrusts again. She was ashamed, but not enough to refuse him, not enough to forfeit the joy of having his massive male cock thrusting inside her a joy that she wondered how she had lived without until now!
He did not disappoint her, but renewed his forceful fucking with even more zest and impassioned wildness than before. Then, pulling her back to the center of the mattress, he reached down and cupped the twin half-moons of her rounded white buttocks, stretching them obscenely apart as faint mewls of servile acceptance groaned from her chest in breathless torrents. Her face wrung with craving, her mouth fell open, neck straining, nostrils flaring, a light sweat breaking out on her brow, passing tendrils of her long flailing red hair to her temples.
Ken slaved over his boss' voluptuous niece, xas hypnotized as she was by the lewd cadence of his semen-bloated balls slapping against the unprotected crevice of her buttocks. He smiled to himself at the thought of further conquering this little teenage bitch toiling wildly beneath him, and slid his fingers over the taut skin of her gyrating buttocks, finding the tiny tight-ringed anal opening where it puckered and worked in obscene rhythm to his pistoning cock.
Her unprotected anus was soft, warm and forbidden, and he quickly pushed into it with an extended middle finger, surprising her just as he had with his tongue. The soft rubbery flesh yielded and his finger slowly slipped inside. Her cries of protest and subjugation gradually changed to moans of licentious pleasure as her tiny virginal rectum became accustomed to the forbidden explorations of his spearing finger. A diabolical smile crossed his face as he felt her begin screwing her buttocks back on his sodomizing finger, impaling herself between the gigantic cock in her pussy and the extended middle finger in her formerly chaste rectum. He moved his other hand to where his cock was fucking in and out of her widespread cunt and could feel the soft fleshy pussy-lips clasping desperately to his thundering hardness. He fondled and played with the greedily flowering lips where he entered her, speeding up his strokes, ramming deep until he sensed the approach of her climax, the rosy hue on her face brightening in an unmistakable sign.
"Fuck harder! Fuck harder! Oh, pleease!" she moaned, her face changing into an unrecognizable mask of frantic passion as she bucked and squirmed faster, her hands darting behind his driving buttocks to pull him as far as humanly possible up between her open and receiving thighs.
"Oh, Ken, I can't help it, I'm going crazy! Something's happening! . . . Oh, oh, ooohhh!" she half screamed in a voice shrill with mind-reeling rapture. Her climactic secretions flowed wetly out around his still driving cock, spilling down into the desperately clenching furrow of her buttocks, flooding his testicles and the base of his cock as he drubbed unrelentingly into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she continued to groan out her first true orgasm, her lust-heated cum still flowing in unchecked gushes down the full quivering moons of her buttocks. Her cock-filled cunt was a mass of exquisite moisture and she felt nothing but the obscene experience of total release, a soaringly soul-sapping burst of sexual energy that erupted again and again, as though it would never end.
Ken could also feel the hot load poised in his aching balls, impatiently waiting for its earth-shattering explosion, the thick broadening head of his cock flexing and expanding inside her brutalized vagina. He wanted her to remember this first fuck for the rest of her life, and gathered himself to make the last jack-hammering onslaught of cunt-splitting strokes, the ones she would think of most.
Then, unable to contain himself a second longer, he erupted, his hot thick cum shooting deep up into the recesses of her gratefully accepting womb, mingling in searing wetness with her own orgasmic secretions. Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the scalding spurts surged far up inside her, filling her to overflowing with white liquid heat. The hot slippery walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped, milking at the crazily jerking penis like a sucking, starving mouth . . . until at last, Ken collapsed on her exhausted form like a lifeless hulk.
Breathing thickly from their exertions, they lay still, his rapidly deflating penis still tightly encased by her sperm-flooded cunt. Finally, calling on the last reserves of his spent cock withdrawing from her forever stretched vaginal opening with a slight moist pop in the dim silence of the cabin.
Laurie sighed regretfully at the loss and felt a cool rush of air play over her nakedly exhausted young body, drying the beads and smears of sex-sweat. After a long moment, she drew away from Ken, far enough to allow herself room to turn over on her stomach and rest her head on her folded arms, her eyes staring outward toward nothing.
Gradually, her sense of reality returned, Laurie realized that it was raining outside. Listening dreamily to the soft patter of raindrops on the roof, like a tranquil lullaby, the no longer virginal teenager smiled at her own astonishment that, despite what she had done, the world was still functioning normally . . . the obscene things that had happened to her had not altered the workings of nature. This thought somehow amused her, perhaps because now she more fully understood herself in relation to nature . . . as a woman.
Turning her head, she saw that Ken Chester, the man she had thought of as a selfish beast when he was kissing her down between her legs a few short minutes ago, was sound asleep at her side. Now, she felt no anger toward him. He had freed her from her juvenile self, helped her take the first big step toward becoming a mature female, a real woman. She was filled with warmth, a kind of love toward him, and she leaned over to kiss him lightly on his flat firm stomach before she eased carefully off the mattress.
The young teenager was halfway across the room toward her discarded clothing when suddenly the cabin door burst open!