"No, you listen to me, Ken Chester," Laurie said sternly, "because there are a few things I've found out about you… things I should have known all along. First, I know that you don't really care about me, about me personally, and that you've been feeding me a line all along. All you've ever wanted from me was my body, because you're alone so much and need a female to remind you that you're a man. It was especially sweet, wasn't it, to take an attractive young girl's virginity when you would have considered yourself lucky to have a woman at all? But I don't blame you for that – really I don't. It's human, after all. I blame you for lying to me, for letting me believe that there was something more than just sex to our friendship."
"But, Laurie…" Ken blurted, trying to break in.
"Hear me out! I was about to say that now I am becoming a woman, with a real woman's desire. And I understand how you were able to lie to get what you wanted. As for Will's fucking me, I'm not ashamed to say that I enjoyed it, and even wanted more! Oh, yes, I kidded myself for awhile, thinking how cruel and savage it all was, but when it came down to the truth, I liked it."
She glanced over at him and her eyebrows raised.
"Oh, does that shock you, Ken?" she asked sarcastically when she noticed the man's expression of disbelief. "It shouldn't… it… it really… shouldn't!" Laurie bowed her head and began to sob openly, her violently trembling body showing how profoundly affected she was by the impact of her own emotional outburst. The handsome sun-bronzed ranchhand sat staring at the ground a moment and then turned to enfold the limp weeping girl in his arms as he smoothed her shining hair and kissed her forehead. Without thinking, Laurie threw her arms around him; hugging him back and leaning heavily against his body until they both teetered, losing their balance on the rock. Down they crashed, then, laughing at their own surprise but still clinging desperately to each other as though it were their last day on earth.
"God, I could really love you," Ken whispered fervently in her ear, then sitting back, confused, when she giggled coyly. "Tell me, you sweet little bitch, just what's so damned funny! I really could fall deeply in love with you… despite all the circumstances surrounding our relationship."
"Oh, but darling, I don't know whether I could fall in love with you," Laurie returned gaily. "You see, there's another male to consider."
"Who in hell might that be?"
"I don't think I'll tell you," Laurie teased, smiling shrewdly as she toyed with several strands of her lovely long red hair. "I think I'll just keep you in the dark for awhile about my great specimen of masculinity."
Ken pretended not to be interested, looking away and yawning, finally puckering his lips to whistle with studied nonchalance.
"Ken, I want to ask you something," Laurie suddenly announced, changing the subject. "The sight of you… playing around with Barbara last night… excited me. Is that bad, abnormal?"
"It's a difficult thing to explain, baby. The clinical term for it is voyeurism. It used to mean that a person got perverted sexual gratification from looking at sexual objects or situations involving naked people making love. But now it's different! Behavioral scientists have researched the subject and found that it's not an abnormal thing at all. According to them, we all get excited to some extent when we watch others especially attractive people – fucking or even just touching each other's naked bodies. They say it's simply because we're involving one of our most important sexual senses, our eyesight, and that what we see is communicated in sexual terms to our brains. It's like having a greater sensual perspective."
"Thank God," Laurie sighed in relief, "because I was beginning to think I was sick or something!" She was relieved to hear that the fact of seeing others making love was not an indication of some weird sort of sexual illness in her mind. And she was also feverishly flustered by Ken's closeness. She felt a stirring in her loins, a rapidly growing warmth in her belly, and she began to squeeze her thighs together. It was a pity that everyone else was awake, she thought, because otherwise she and Ken could work off their heated desire in the normal way, instead of just sitting there talking about fucking.
"Ken, when can we 'fuck' again, alone?" she asked the ranchhand, moving her hand to his knee and sliding it lightly along the inside of his muscular thigh. Even though she was as eager as he was just then, she fully realized that it would be entirely too risky to try anything while her uncle and the Ross' were wide awake and celebrating their capture of the stallion. The party would probably last most of the night, for that day's victory had rejuvenated her uncle more than anything had in a long time, and she knew that he would stay up drinking and feeling proud of himself long after everyone else had played out.
"Soon, I hope… very soon," Ken whispered as he caught her roving hand and pulled it to the pulsating bulge in his trousers, closing her fingers with his over the rigid jerking cock. "I'll slide this rod up your sweet cunt and screw you silly."
"Oh, darling, yes! God, I'd like that. The sooner the better," she hissed sluttishly through her clenched teeth. Giving his bone-hard cock another appreciative squeeze, she let out her breath and rose, saying, "We'd better go back and join the party now, Ken, or Uncle Ned might get suspicious."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he growled, reluctant to give up the warmth and thrill of her clutching hand.
By mutual agreement, Laurie returned first to the campsite, Ken was to follow after a discreet interval. As she approached the roaring campfire, it seemed strangely quiet to her. At the edge of light radiated by the crackling fire, Laurie paused to smooth her clothing and pat her hair into place. In that moment, low muffled voices reached her ears, coming unmistakably from just off to her right. Taking a deep breath, the teenage girl inched forward cautiously. In the flickering firelight she could see two shapes huddled on a blanket, and, thinking perhaps that Will and Barbara Ross had already retired, she inched closer, her curiosity aroused.
Suddenly, Laurie halted, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. That slut! My God! She's not content with seducing Ken – she's lured Uncle Ned onto the same quilt we used last night. Barbara was down on hands and knees, her naked buttocks waving salaciously over her uncle's face while her head bobbed furiously up and down over his huge erect penis! Damn you, damn you, Laurie thought as the shock and horror of the licentious woman's actions reverberated in her confused brain. You are a whore!
And yet, there was something perversely exhilarating about the scene as well. It was stimulating her, just as Ken had explained. And it wasn't sick, he had said that too. Cautiously, Laurie crept even closer, close enough so that she could easily see her uncle's visibly throbbing penis and shock of wiry black pubic hair. The sight of Uncle Ned's enormous cock sent a shiver of wild incestual lust rippling through her loins. Never had she felt such an ungovernable carnal hunger before. Her inner thighs were already moist with an almost shameless arousal and an overwhelming desire for a male cock. What is the matter with me? she thought. What is happening to me? And in that instant she knew. The girl gasped, knowing that she would never be fully satiated until she had that cock her uncle's cock – buried deep in her hotly churning pussy. She wouldn't be happy until she could scream out a mind-shattering release around that beautiful, wonderful cock!