Still, though, she sucked hungrily at Ken's stone-hard penis in front of her as he massaged Barbara's clitoris with his tongue, tracing his tongue-tip down her greedily contracting cuntal lips to the vaginal opening and then fucking far inside her succulent flesh. He was now reaching up with both hands and gripping Barbara's nakedly swaying breasts, clinging to them as though they were life-rafts that kept him afloat in his sea of erotic madness.
Barbara was also nearing orgasm, grinding her wildly quivering cunt down to receive every iota of erotic pleasure she could get from the ranchhand's voraciously licking tongue.
Abruptly she stiffened, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy, her long firm thighs trembling. "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming!" she moaned and reached down beneath Ken's head to tangle her fingers in the tousled thatch of his blond hair. Savagely she yanked upward to bury the masculine face hard into her wetly heated cunt, rolling and pressing down her thighs in pure abandoned pleasure.
Laurie could not restrain herself from pausing to watch the exciting display of orgasm, envious that the older woman had cum, and yet she had not been brought to completion. As Barbara lifted herself from Ken and collapsed nakedly beside him on the quilt, next to where Will had also crawled to lie heaving and exhausted, Laurie felt the ranchhand's wildly throbbing cock in her throat pulse faster and grow to such a size that she feared her lips would tear painfully apart at the sides of her mouth.
"Suck it, baby, suck it up! I'm cumming, cummmmmmming!" the muscular man chanted insanely. Laurie gagged and choked as her virile lover's mighty torrent of cum shot into the back of her mouth, welling up to fill her bloated cheeks until she was forced to swallow rapidly to keep up with his volcanic gush of hot sperm. But it was more than she could handle and thin trails of cum trickled out of the comers of her mouth and down on the now-depleted balls that she was in the process of sucking dry.
The satiated ranchhand-writer cast an idiotic smile toward Laurie as she raised her head from the spent, deflating cock, her mouth smeared with his male sperm and her own saliva. She was still wild with the need to achieve an orgasm just as the others had, but both men were seemingly useless now. Her frustration was too much to hold back, and she rose, turning away to hide the tears of unfulfillment streaming down her cheeks.
After awhile, she gained control of herself and picked her way carefully among the others, gathering her clothes, saying nothing about the desire still smoldering up between her legs. She knew that it would be senseless.
She walked quietly back to the cache of gear to get her bed roll, spread it out a dozen yards from the glowing coals of the fire, dressed for warmth, and climbed in. It had been a long, hard day. She was tired, but it was a long time before she drifted into restless sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Laurie awoke the next morning with her brain still dazed and reeling from the extraordinary orgiastic experience of the night before. She lay there wondering if it had all really taken place as she remembered now. Every vivid detail flashed like neon in her mind, making her dizzy even as she lay flat on her back in the down-filled sleeping bag.
"Oh Lord, how can I face the others?" she asked herself when she heard sleepy snatches of conversation around the breakfast campfire. Peering out from the bag, she saw her uncle and Ken huddling across from each other at the fire, each man applying himself to the preparation of the morning meal. Barbara was nowhere in sight, but turning her head a little, she saw that Will was busy reloading the pack animals with bed rolls and sundry pieces of gear they had used to make camp.
"Hey, honey, did last night tire you out that much? Aren't you going to get up?" came Barbara's voice from behind. Startled, Laurie whirled around and saw the handsome woman standing a few feet away, already fully dressed and holding the reins of two horses she had saddled.
"I-I guess I overslept," Laurie heard herself apologize, hating the timidity of her words even as she spoke them.
"Well, it was quite an evening, I admit," Barbara said softly, ignoring the girl's discomfort. "I hope like hell we don't find that damned horse today… so maybe we can all get together for more of the same tonight."
Laurie did not comment on the woman's statement, but deep down she had to admit, even in the cold stark light of morning, that she would also feel little regret if they were forced to spend another night in the mountains. If it turned out that way, perhaps this time she would be allowed to reach the same sexual release that the others had enjoyed… mostly at her expense.
Later, as the group sat in a semi-circle eating crisp bacon and thin griddle cakes, the talk turned to their plans for the day. Ned Dow, between sips of coffee, explained the best route from the ridge they were on down to the boxed-in gorge known as Boggy Meadow.
"Come on, then, let's break camp and get moving," Ned Dow shouted, stirring everyone to their feet with his mighty booming voice. Ten minutes later, the group had packed up and extinguished the coals of the fire. A general air of adventure was in everyone's veins, even Barbara's, as they swung into their saddles and waited until Ned took the lead away from Coldwater Meadow toward the trail down into Boggy Meadow gorge.
Laurie had never seen such beautiful country. As they breasted the next ridge, she saw the sun boring its rays through the misty veils in the canyons and valleys, the distant ridges and peaks sticking up like islands out of the low-hanging clouds. Ah, it was all too much, too glorious to believe… the light… the deep purity of the sky… the sunny freshness lighting the trees and brush. She began to understand Ken perhaps for the first time: why he had chosen to be alone in this country… and why sometimes he changed so abruptly from an intelligent, considerate man into a demanding, primitive beast of a man. This vast wild land had instilled itself in his very marrow and sometimes took over his soul and body. Oh Lord, she loved him, keenly, almost to the point of pain; and she wanted him inside her, in her warmly welcoming vagina, to draw him from his sperm the strength and stamina she needed herself. Then, again remembering the night before, she felt a glow of piquant warmth flow through her as she realized that his white cum was mingled in her blood, that by now she must have absorbed at least some of it into her system, so that he was physically a part of her being.
They rode on in silence for another forty-five minutes, following Ned under shady arches where the trail was level, then around time-bleached croppings of rock and down shale slides where the homes were forced to half sit and brace their front legs in order to keep from stumbling forward, head-over-heels.
"All right, I think we should proceed very quietly and carefully from here on in. The gorge is only about a quarter of a mile from here," Ned cautioned.
"What do you think, Will, Ken, should we tether the pack-horses here and take along only what we need to build a barricade at the mouth of the gorge?" Ned asked.
"That sounds good to me," Ken answered, nodding his approval of the plan back to where Will was bringing up the rear with the heavily-laden pack-animals.