Nancy swallowed, her young throat as tight as a drum. Someone out of town, that was all she knew. But lover Clete would kill her if he ever found out! He would, he'd kill her for even thinking of taking her panties off for his enemy, Mark Denning! It wasn't the same as before she'd begun to sleep with him; she hardly had any privacy or secrets anymore. He made her suck him all the time before he ate her pussy and fucked her, and she knew that he'd skin her alive if she made a mistake!
"I can't tell you that, Mark!" she hoarsely exclaimed.
"Please… please don't ask me! J-Just be nice to me, Mr. Denning, please? I-It isn't easy being me right now, little Nancy Pace – the sweet young girl that, that dog, Lobo, raped, with everyone in the county looking down at me."
Whether it was the pathetic tone of her child-like voice, or her self-pitying words that reached him, Mark would never know, anymore than he could understand the reasoning behind his own sudden, stupidly impulsive statement: "Damnit, I told you about these people!" he said, swinging into the mouth of a dirt lane that led to a deserted quarry and coming to a skidding halt. He rammed the gears into reverse, then turned to gape at inch-distance into the attractive young face crowding his.
"Wait, don't back up!" the long-haired teenager pleaded in a throaty whisper. "Please, Mr. Denning, don't back up. Keep going. Drive up into the quarry," she pleaded, her sweet young breath hot against his cheek. And then he felt her other small hand's electrifying contact with the tensed muscle of his thigh, beginning to caress warmly as it moved with pointed intention toward the jerking rod of hardness straining at his pants front! "Maybe you can make me feel better, ease the ache inside me, while I draw the fire out of this for you!"
"Christ!" he gasped to the hot, encircling pressure of her small palm and fingers suddenly grasping the thickened hardness of his throbbing cock inside his pants. "D-Do you know what you're saying, talking about doing, Nancy?" he rasped at her, his fired brain spinning like the vanes on a windmill, while her delicate young hand began to knowingly trace the outline of his long rigid prick with unbelievably skilled fingers!
"Yes, yes, of course I know, Mr. Denning! Can't you tell by my hand on your cock?" she lewdly whispered, then possessively clutched it as she pressed forward, crushing the resilient young flesh of one full, bra-less breast against his tensed arm and kissed his cheek with warm, wet lips. "Please, Mr. Denning. Please? Do it to me – I want you to! Fuck me, do anything you want to me, just let me make you happy!"
He couldn't have moved at that moment had he wanted to! Her lithe, young body hotly pressed against him, her yielding, teenaged breast searing the muscled-flesh of his arm right through his shirt-sleeve, but it was her youthful little hand caressing his throbbing cock that was tearing him up inside! Her lustful plea with its lewd words screamed in his tired skull and he knew he was rapidly losing any resistance to her that he might have had! Still, he made one last effort.
"Damnit, Nancy, I can't! You're Clete's fiancee! A little girl, too."
"Oh God!" the chestnut-haired teenager gasped, suddenly grasping his big hand in the small one that had been eagerly stroking his thickly pulsating hardness. She'd never accept no for an answer now! She was so hot and wet between her legs! Excitedly, she guided his strong hand to the naked smooth flesh beneath her sweater, until the tiny hardened nipple of one full rounded young breast was pressing into its palm! Then she sensually whispered: "Does that feel like a little girl's tit to you, Mr. Denning?"
"Christ!" he choked, stalling the car as he twisted in the seat to pull her tightly against him, his mouth finding her lushly opened young lips and his tongue thrusting hotly between them! Shit, he was lost! He was going to fuck her if it meant twenty-years in prison! He couldn't help himself, he knew as he squeezed and kneaded the firmly overflowing flesh of her warm, teenage breast in his lecherously working hand! But Goddamn, he better hope no one came along and saw them!
Someone had already seen them, but Mark Denning had no way of knowing that.
Beautiful Priscilla Devereaux sat astride the big palomino as she skirted the perimeter of range of the Pace ranch following the trail that afforded a panoramic view of the entire valley. She saw his Bronco, parked down by the quarry.
A sensation of excitement rippled through her, quickly followed by another of dismay at the thought of the distance separating them. By horse-trail, he was at least six-miles off… unless he doubled back along the old range-road! If he did, she could easily intercept him near the creek – and that could prove damned interesting. She might even forgive him for his dastardly trick the other night of just coming in her mouth and leaving her unsatisfied down between her legs, providing he was properly sorry and took good care of her today. God knows, she could certainly stand a goodly piece of her ex-lover's hardened cock this morning, or any morning for that matter!
She reined the palomino to a halt and pulled field-glasses from the saddle-bag she always carried. The proud, auburn-haired girl fixed the glasses to her eyes and adjusted them. She could make-out Mark inside, but not too distinctly. Damn! He wasn't alone, the girl was with him! Frantically, she adjusted and re-adjusted the glasses, but she didn't have to see the girl's face to know who it was.
The sonofabitch! The car was moving, but not turning around!
He was heading toward the old quarry, another mile on top of the half-dozen that separated them! Damn him, Goddamn her, and little Priscilla was going to find out just what was going to happen!
Mark had given up all effort toward fighting the lecherous drive eating heatedly at his churning loins. He found a parking place between the excavated pit-wall and dilapidated stone-crusher, backing into it, quickly cutting the car's engine then grasping and pulling Nancy to him. She whimpered as he ran his hungry hand beneath her sweater, hotly clutching at the resilient young flesh of her naked breasts, his open mouth glued to hers, their wet, simmering tongues darting and lashing in mounting sexual fervency.
"Oh Christ, Nancy! This is wrong, just crazy!" he hissed, holding her tightly to him while his big hand continued to the swollen warm flesh of her full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny, hardened buds of their marble-like nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and rolling them again and again to make her gasp into his mouth as he wetly tongue-fucked into it. Then, panting like the satyr he felt he was, he raised his head and gaped down into her enticing young face. "But I don't give a Goddamn, not if you don't, honey! God help me, but you've got me going for sure now."
"Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Denning, darling!" the teenager passionately moaned, clinging tightly to him. "You can do anything you want to me, or tell me what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you, let it cum all up in my mouth and swallow it if that's what you want, lover! Anything, Mark, only don't make me wait any longer! Let's, let's get naked, I want to see your cock!"
In a surge of blinding lust the likes of which Mark couldn't remember ever claiming him, he pulled at his clothing, simultaneously watching the voluptuous teenage girl beside him tug the white pullover sweater from her lovely upper body, the actual sight of her fully rounded, white young breasts in their naked youthful beauty causing his swollen cock to jerk achingly in his pants. Their tiny, cherry-like nipples were as hard as pebbles, and the mounds of silk-smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her nearly frenzied stripping away of her clothing.