One look over at the fuck stain on her bed and Cindy knew she had to get out of there, had to get out of town for spring break. With Oscar hounding her, she wouldn't get any studying done anyway, and she couldn't imagine spending the next two weeks in this empty dorm, answering Oscar's incessant phone calls. She knew she'd end up agreeing to meet him at least once a day, and she knew what they'd end up doing. He always managed to get her flat on her back – somehow. It was as if she blacked out or something when he started kissing her, and she always ended up flat on her back, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to – well, almost anything. No, she'd had enough. She was not going to spend the next two weeks going through hell. She was going to get out of there, and she wasn't going to tell Oscar where she was going. In fact, she wasn't even going to tell him that she was leaving.
As much as she hated the idea of going there, she knew there was only one place to go without it costing her a lot of money. Besides, she hadn't seen her mother in three years, not since entering college, not since her mother had divorced her father to marry some rich, so-called cowboy in Florida three years ago. It had taken Cindy until just recently to get over the shock, and to forgive her mother. She didn't relish the thought of going to Florida, but that's where her mother was, so that's where she'd have to go.
The Glades. It was the name of Buck Morgan's ranch. Buck was the man her mother had divorced her father for. In the snapshots Cindy had seen, Buck was always wearing a cowboy hat, and Buck's son, Shawn, looked like a miniature version of Buck and wore the same kind of cowboy hat. Cindy was sure this cowboy business was all some kind of infantile game Buck and his son, and now her own mother were playing. She knew there weren't any ranches or cowboys in Florida. Florida was all palm trees and all alligators and oranges. Well, she would soon find out just what kind of man her mother had married.
She called the airport for the next Ft. Lauderdale flight she could reserve out of Boston, then phoned her mother to arrange to be met at Ft. Lauderdale International. Cindy had so much trouble shutting her excited mother up that she hardly had enough time to pack and get to the airport in time to make her flight. Luckily, she did make it in time, and a few hours later, as her plane descended toward Ft. Lauderdale International, Cindy caught the scent of the ocean and the rich scent of tropical flora. For some reason, the scents made her restless, got her excited, made her throb between the legs; and as she left her plane, she felt Oscar's cum oozing from her pussy, getting her sticky between the thighs. She felt disgusted with herself.
Her mother nearly crushed her to death with hugs as Buck Morgan looked on, his eyes sizing her up under the broad brim of his cowboy hat. He was a hulking brute, well over six feet, with shoulders almost as wide as Cindy was tall – or so he appeared to Cindy, who kept glancing his way uneasily. She didn't appreciate the shameless way he looked her up and down, as if he could see right through her clothes.
Animal! Cindy thought. She'd never met any man who reminded her more of an animal than did Buck Morgan.
On the drive through Ft. Lauderdale and Plantation, out to the country where The Glades ranch was located, Buck and Cindy's mother sat side by side in the front seat of the pickup truck like a pair of infatuated teenagers. Buck's massive right arm was draped around Gale Morgan's shoulders as he steered one-handed. Although Cindy couldn't see it from the back seat of the custom four-doored pickup, she was sure Buck's right hand was down her mother's blouse. When her mother started squirming and breathing heavily, Cindy was shocked and disgusted. She tried to ignore what was going on in the front seat, but try as she might, she couldn't avoid Buck's green eyes, which kept ogling her in the rearview mirror.
By the time the pickup arrived at The Glades, Cindy was squirming almost as much as her mother. She knew Buck wanted to fuck her – her own stepfather wanted to fuck her! But as much as she was sickened by the idea, she couldn't help being excited by it. She found herself trying to imagine what Buck's cock looked like. It had to be enormous, like the cock of a horse.
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy was changing into shorts in the guest bedroom when she heard the grunting start. Naked, the shorts she was about to put on in one hand, she went to the door and put her head out into the hallway.
From far off in the sprawling ranch house came the unmistakable sounds of a man and a woman fucking. They sounded like a pair of mating animals, Cindy's mother gasping and whining, Buck Morgan grunting like a lust-mad bull. Cindy's first impulse was to steal down the hallway and to spy on the rutting couple, but then her sense of disgust got the better of her curiosity, and she closed the door, sealing out the disturbing sounds.
Her mother sure had changed! Never in the eighteen years she'd lived with her mother and her real father had Cindy ever heard her parents fucking. She hadn't even been able to imagine that they ever fucked. Now, married to Buck Morgan, Cindy's mother, at her advanced age, was acting like some schoolgirl with a dirty itch in her panties. Not only did the woman nearly sit in her husband's lap while riding in his pickup truck, but she fucked him shamelessly and loudly, for all the house to hear, completely inconsiderate of the fact that she had a house guest.
It was all Buck Morgan's doing, Cindy knew. He'd not only enticed and stolen Cindy's mother from her father, but he'd turned the woman into a slut. Cindy felt guilty thinking of her mother in those terms, but what other word was there to describe the woman. Coming here to visit had been a terrible mistake. Cindy felt sick to her stomach and wished she could somehow just leave.
She was bending over to step into her shorts, her tits dangling like a pair of water balloons, when she heard some voices and laughter outside. She straightened up, still carrying her shorts, and peeked out the open window.
Shawn Morgan, wearing the same ridiculous cowboy hat Cindy had seen him wearing in all the snapshots, was mounted on the back of an enormous Great Dane, riding the poor dog as if it were a horse. Other than the cowboy hat, the rowdy youth wore nothing else on his bronzed body but the skimpiest pair of swimming briefs Cindy had ever seen. They were aquamarine in color, and covered no more of his loins than would the panties of the skimpiest woman's string bikini. He was so greased from face to feet with sun-tan oil that Cindy found it incredible that he could stay mounted on the Great Dane, which obviously did not enjoy being ridden, and was trying to shake the boy off.
"Whoopee!" Shawn whipped off his cowboy hat with his right hand, waving it in the air as he clutched the dog's collar in his left hand. The dog bucked wildly, and Shawn whooped all the more.
"Ride 'em, cowboy!" cheered the boy running alongside Shawn and the Dane. He too was dressed in nothing but tiny swim briefs, and his deeply tanned body looked as if it had been dipped in a vat of oil.
Cindy glanced down at her own cream-white skin and vowed that if she accomplished nothing during her few weeks at The Glades, she'd at least get a tan while she was here.
"Bring on the bitch!" Shawn said, and the other boy ran off behind the horse stables and returned within seconds with another Great Dane, which dragged him along as he clung to its leash.
The moment the second Dane appeared, the Dane Shawn was riding bucked him off with one wild heave and went for the second Dane, circling behind it and sniffing its ass. Shawn's Dane reared up, its dog-cock unsheathed completely and quivering in the air like a long red snake. The slippery cock of the stud slipped up the cunt of the bitch as the stud planted his huge paws on the bitch's lower flanks and sank his claws in. Both dogs moaned, the bitch with her tail up in the air, the stud humping as if the world were going to end in seconds and he had to get his rocks off quick.