Laurie watched Ken's face as he sat thinking, his gaze glued to some imaginary spot on the ground beyond his feet. She loathed Barbara and Will for returning when they had; Ken's warmly throbbing cock had tasted like heaven in her mouth. And she was certain that he would have filled her throat with his white hot sperm if they had had another few minutes alone. Now, they had not only been interrupted, but it was clearly apparent that Barbara planned to share Ken's firm masculine body whether the girl liked it or not. All right, Laurie suddenly decided, let her – Ken would see that, even though she was only fourteen, she was capable of providing in enthusiasm what the older woman had in experience. Besides, Laurie knew that she was much lovelier than Barbara and every bit as well built.
Will's mind was also working rapidly, calculating through a boozy haze how he could swing even a few minutes with young Laurie, his cock buried to the hilt somewhere, anywhere, in the youthful redhead's delectable little body. Hell, Barbara could have a romp with the ranchhand-writer, if necessary… if that was what it took to get little Laurie. Thank God Ned had been drunk, lagging behind, when the three of them had returned to camp from the stream. Otherwise he would have seen his hot little bitch of a niece with her lips wrapped around Ken's cock, and that would have spoiled whatever chance there might be for the rest of them to have some fun.
"Here we are," Barbara said as she approached the others with a large thick quilt draped over her arm. After Ken and Will had assisted her in spreading the quilt out evenly on the ground a dozen or so paces from the log, the foursome found positions on it, sitting shoulder to shoulder as they faced the fire.
"You know, you two had better be more careful… if you're going to play around up here," Barbara said after an awkward silence, pausing again to let the words sink in. "There might have been a lot of trouble if Ned had caught you like that, Laurie." Another long silence followed and Will grinned obscenely as he turned to stare directly into Laurie's unbelieving eyes.
"Do you mean… you saw?" Laurie asked quaveringly, fighting down a strong desire to deny everything.
"Yes, dear, Will and I both saw."
"Let me ask you this, then," Ken broke in, the strength and self-assurance in his voice a comfort to Laurie, "did you like what you saw?"
"That all depends…" Barbara answered coyly, her eyes traveling from Ken's handsome face down to the crotch of his trousers. "Doesn't it, Will? I mean, it depends upon how Ken and Laurie think of us. Isn't that right, honey?"
"Yeah, that's how it is," he replied almost menacingly. "Ned might start shootin' if he thought his pretty niece was goin' down, sucking the cock of a stranger."
Laurie blanched with embarrassment at Will Ross' ugly words, words she began to understand were designed to barely camouflage a blackmail threat. But good God, what did the Ross couple have in mind as payment to remain quiet about what they had witnessed? Surely Will, a man older than her own uncle, did not expect her to submit to his sexual demands? And yet, the more the girl thought about Barbara's hankering for Ken, the more she began to realize that this was possible. Probably Will was willing to grant his wife sexual freedom at the price as having his way with Ned Dow's niece.
"Forgive Will's bluntness," Barbara said, "but, really now, I don't see why the four of us can't work out something to give everyone satisfaction. Laurie's not a child – not anymore – and Ned's out like a light for the rest of the night… Why can't we all be sort of… Friendly… and forget all about what happened?" With this last pointedly promiscuous remark, Barbara chuckled gaily and edged close enough to Ken to rest her head on his brawny warm shoulder. She breathed a low moan when she felt his arm slip around her waist, pulling her even closer.
"Well, now that you mention it, perhaps we can be friends," Ken laughed, his awakened male vanity growing by leaps and bounds. Everything seemed to be going his way this evening. And now, he could feel his restlessly stirring cock responding to Barbara's nearness, causing him for a moment to completely forget about Laurie and Will sitting side by side, less than a foot away on the quilt. He only knew that he wanted this seductive, black-haired woman, regardless of the consequences, and the sooner the better.
"By Jesus, I wholeheartedly agree… Why don't we all get nice and cozy, and maybe… maybe we'll forget what we saw?" Will said with a twinkle in his eye. Then, boldly, he added: "One thing, I think it's a crying shame that a girl with Laurie's looks should be sitting here freezing to death."
"But I'm not cold, Mr. Ross," Laurie quickly replied.
"Sure you are," Will insisted. "Those nice little titties of yours are half naked!" He could not tear his eyes away from her voluptuous young body and began to breathe faster as his long thick penis jerked to attention between his legs. Nothing could stop him now from having that beautiful youngster's body – and even if she should scream bloody murder, hell, his old friend Ned would never believe that he had actually tried to get in the girl's pants. More, he knew that Laurie was crazy with jealousy as she sat there watching her boy friend brazenly playing around with his wife.
It was true: Laurie's thoughts were perfectly aligned with Will's. A jealous rage boiled in her veins as she watched Ken's hand probing boldly under the opened front of Barbara's sweater. Yet she was also dimly conscious of another feeling, a subtle warmth flowing through her loins as she witnessed the blond ranchhand's betrayal before her very eyes. Good heavens, she must be sick to be excited, even a little, by the sight of her own lover fondling another woman. She was also stirred by the strange masochistic pleasure she took in knowing that Will, a man almost three times her age, planned to take advantage of the fact that he and Barbara had seen her kneeling between Ken's legs. The young redhead realized that her uncle would never even consider any accusation she leveled at Will, that the man had taken her against her will while her uncle dozed in a drunken stupor. She had no way to turn, no recourse but to accept the lecherous old Will to use her almost virginal body in any way he wanted. Just the thought of his touching her made the girl tremble with a combination of shame and arousal that she could not explain.
"Come here, sweetheart," Will said as he roughly hugged Laurie to him and began to unbutton her shirt the rest of the way down. Then, as if controlled by an alien force, she forced herself to relax as he rudely stripped the shirt from her lovely white shoulders and down over her arms. She heard him whistle softly as he looked at her softly gleaming breasts with the nipples perking to sudden erection in the cool breeze. Without a word, he knelt back and worked with shaking fingers to unfasten the front of his trousers, his eyes still feasting on the magnificent naked mounds of her breasts.
Laurie could not wholly fathom what was happening, even though the fluttering sensations in her breasts and loins were becoming stronger and harder to ignore. In an attempt to avert her eyes from what would soon be Will's nudity, she turned her gaze toward Ken and Barbara… Oh, God! Barbara was also half naked, her sensually full breasts standing out in front of her like huge filled balloons being kneaded and pinched by Ken's eager hands and fingers. Her young mind was even more shocked to see that the ranchhand's trousers were lying in a heap on the ground in front of them, his rigidly pulsing cock jutting out at least six inches above where Barbara held it with both hands at the base. She saw the older woman clench her fingers tightly around the thick penis, slowly sliding them up and down its incredible length as Ken's face changed again into that of a primitive savage. He moved up a bit closer so that his knees straddled Barbara's rib cage, his long throbbing cock directly above the woman's face, presenting her lust-filmed eyes with a perfect view of his hardness while his sperm-bloated balls drooped down to nestle in the warm fleshy cleavage between her breasts.