She lifted her head slightly to look at them, a feeling of genuine pride invading her as she sensed their wild desire and strange respect for her. Anyone, particularly a mere girl of fourteen, whose cunt could swallow Billy's fantastic cock, and actually like it, was worthy of any man's respect. Over and over, they rubbed and lewdly caressed her pinioned body; on each side, their eager paws covered her, enhancing her pleasure all the more. She felt a fingertip once more probing at her wildly puckering rectum beneath the mammoth balls slapping into her helplessly upturned buttocks with every stroke Billy made into her. She winced slightly as the finger paused and probed, suddenly popping inside the snug nether ring and worming deeply around at the spongy, tender flesh inside. It roiled around, enlarging the tiny opening as much as it had when Tommy's two fingers were in there, until at last the very palm of the invading hand lay flat against her smooth rounded ass-cheeks.
Her passion had reached hurricane proportions, and she did not flinch when she felt the pulsing heat of an unidentified cock nudging against her wetly parted lips in an effort to gain entrance into the soft warm interior of her mouth. She relaxed her jaw muscles to admit the warmly pulsating penis inside. Craning her neck to that side, she immediately engulfed the throbbing cock and began to suck crazily, swallowing each small droplet of seminal fluid as though it was the last morsel of food on earth.
Billy's orgasm came without warning, the sticky white sperm jetting into the inhumanly stretched confines of her cunt in a continual flow, filling her with hot scalding sperm until the flesh-filled orifice could hold no more. She felt him raise his trembling weight from her thighs to be replaced immediately by another weight, another body, another cock. This new shaft of male flesh began at once to fuck in and out of her wetly quivering cunt while the finger embedded far up in her rectum played against the thin membrane separating it from her vaginal channel. She could sense it pressing upward, feeling the new penis scraping against it. This outrageous debasement sent fresh masochistic chills of delight coursing through her, and she fucked back against the long pummeling cock and the probing finger without shame. Hands from everywhere assisted her wildly humping hips, pulling her up and down in a depraved rhythm that kept harmony with the instruments fucking into her in three different places. She was a sexual object now, a machine functioning expertly in the service of pleasure. She screamed out her orgasm, convulsing in the throes of it; then a minute later came again… and again.
One after another, the roomful of hired hands took turns on her, keeping her wetly heated cunt and soft sucking mouth filled with male flesh. Great pools of white hot sperm formed under her nakedly grinding buttocks and below her cock-stretched mouth, not even soaking in before new deposits were added on top of them. Laurie's mouth ached, and yet she sucked and licked and swallowed without once slowing her tempo. Her hollowing and bloating cheeks were smeared with glistening saliva and overflows of semen that she had not been able to swallow fast enough.
Inevitably the wild, orgiastic scene came to a conclusion. Tommy Ross and the hired hands, shaking their heads in unbelievable wonder, departed. Laurie had lost track of how many times she had climaxed during the orgiastic session. She knew only that she had achieved the sublime heights of fulfillment she had been craving day and night for the past two weeks. And now she was thoroughly drained, cum-splattered, her lush young body aching, bone weary… and radiant! Nothing in the entire universe could dredge up one more ounce of enthusiasm from her satiated being. And yet… there was a nagging thought, a persistence that there still remained one more cock that her weary body could accept, would always accept… one more cock that she had not captured… Uncle Ned's!
Covering herself with the rumpled sheet, Laurie emitted a sigh and slipped quickly into deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Laurie, wake up! You're dreaming, baby – wake up!" Ned Dow said urgently in his niece's ear. She was perspiring freely, and her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of something that he could not comprehend, but it looked almost like lust.
"Huh what…? Oh, Uncle Ned. It's you," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with a slow, sleep drugged awareness of her relative's huge form hovering over her. Gradually her surroundings came into focus, the darkened room, the rumpled bed… and then the memory of what had transpired in this very room only a few hours ago.
It was dusk, nearly five hours since she had pulled the sheet over her to catch a few minutes of sleep after… After… Oh my God, she thought in panic. I can't let him see me… see the room… see the cum… the torn remains of the shift…
"I must've fallen asleep," she said, hurriedly, fresh panic rising in her as she thought about the consequences of her uncle finding out what had happened. "Am-am I late for dinner?" she stammered in a frantic search for something to say, something to draw attention away from herself, from the room.
"No, honey. I was just concerned about you… Marie went into town with me, and she just told me you hadn't touched the lunch she fixed for you… I thought maybe you were sick or something," he said gently, with concern on his handsome face.
"NO… no," she repeated more softly. "I wasn't hungry… I was tired and I decided to take a nap. I must have been more tired than I thought."
"You sure you're all right? It looked like you were having a bad dream."
"No… not a bad dream… It was different, a strange dream," she said, stretching, yawning languidly, then raising one naked arm to cover her mouth with her hand. It was then that she felt the dried crust of orgastic juices covering her belly. She realized, too, she was weak – and sore. "Tell Marie I'll be there shortly," she said, smiling weakly up at her uncle's concerned expression. "I want to shower. Then I'll be down. Okay?"
"Sure. Sure, honey. If you're sure you're all right."
"I'm fine," she answered. "After dinner I'll tell you about the strange dream," she concluded with an ecstatic gleam in her sparkling green eyes.
"Okay, honey. I'll tell Maria," her uncle said as he turned. At the door he paused, glancing back. "Don't expect to keep me up all night with your tales of weird dreams, though," he chuckled. "It's been a long, hard day."
"Yes, it has…" Laurie said softly.
After, dinner, in Ned Dow's darkened den, uncle and niece sat side-by-side on a large, comfortable sofa watching a variety show on the room's huge, colored television set. It was one of the few extravagances the hard-working rancher allowed himself – other than alcohol and an occasional woman. As he sipped on a small glass of good bourbon, he could not help but think how ravishing his red-haired niece looked tonight. She had taken a long time before coming down to dinner, but when she had, it was to his amazement and delight. She appeared at the table freshly scrubbed, her hair arranged to perfection, the color high in her cheeks, wearing a simple white dress with narrow, vertical, dark green stripes that flared at hips and bust and narrowed at the waist, accentuating her ripe yet youthfully blossoming figure. At the time, he had wondered if this was a special occasion that he had somehow forgotten, but when he had voiced his fear, the voluptuous teenager had assured him that it wasn't it was simply a girlish whim, a whim to please her wonderful uncle.
Laurie's mood had set the tone for a jovial meal, followed by her suggestion that they watch television while enjoying an after-dinner bourbon. Her suggestion struck him as odd, for he knew that she cared little for alcohol in any form, but he passed it off as an attempt on her part to please him, to act the part of the woman she was quickly becoming.