Horse-loving niece

CHAPTER SIX

"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it?"

Linda was standing on a small hill with Hank. Behind them, nearly a quarter of a mile away, was the dance. They could hear the music drifting through the still night air. Above them millions of stars twinkled brightly, illuminating the countryside with an eerie silvery glow.

"Yeah, real nice… Linda."

Linda smiled in spite of her nervousness. It had taken some doing, but she had finally managed to get him to call her by her first name. That ma'am nonsense was getting to be embarrassing, especially at the dance. And, besides, she could tell he'd been wanting to get friendlier for a long time anyway.

"It's so clean, so clear out here. So different from Los Angeles," she murmured.

They had had a fine time at the dance. But it had become too stuffy inside the large hall. Linda wanted to get out, to get some air. Needless to say, Hank was more than willing to oblige her. They walked slowly from the crowd, then walked through a small field to this protected hillock nearby.

"One of the best places in the world, I'll bet," Hank added, drawing closer to the trembling woman. And she was trembling.

Linda had loved the touch of this rough man as they swept across the dance floor. She felt his hands on her back, felt his body rubbing against hers and nearly had a climax right there in front of everyone. How she wanted him! In spite of all her fine morals, in spite of all she had been taught, Linda wanted him as she'd wanted no other man before in her life! Perhaps it was Chad the dog who had triggered her emotions. She didn't know. All the blonde realized was that Hank was a strong, sturdy male who could satisfy her every need. That alone made her anxious for him to make some kind of move – anything that would indicate he felt the same.

There was another moment's pause. And then the move she'd been both waiting for and dreading came. He turned, moving his hands around her narrow waist and drawing her close. Linda didn't have to say anything. She knew what was on her mind, knew what was on his. She swallowed down a lump of fear, parting her lips and letting out a long, hissing breath – it was finally happening! After all these years it was finally happening. Would she have the courage to see it through? Would she back out at the last minute just as she'd done so many times before?

"Linda," he whispered, lowering his head toward hers.

"Don't, Hank," she said unconvincingly, drawing back a little. "It's… it's just not right. Somehow, it's just not!"

She felt his body shuddering against hers. She was lying and prayed to God he would see that. It was right, so very, very right. She had to have him, had to feel what it was like being fucked by a man. It was either that or spending a life with Chad! Had she thought of him? Had she actually thought of the German Shepherd while this handsome, strong man was holding her? What was wrong with her?

"There ain't nothin' wrong with this, with what I feel," Hank whispered.

"No… no…"

She was breaking down, feeling her breathing become more and more uneven and shallow. How her chest tightened! Looking back up at the ranch hand, she saw big eyes burning down into her. There was such a change, a rapid transformation of this shy foreman into a young stud, hot for her body, hot for her cunt! Linda felt her pussy walls snap shut and tight, felt the protective muscles around the rim of her cunt fluttering as Hank's hands moved around and up to her blouse. He was sliding them under the garment, moving them up until she felt him tugging at her bra strap.

"Oh… God!"

Again the woman thought about how right this was – the owner or acting owner of the ranch making it with a hired hand. But again Linda pushed that thought to one side. She stayed where she was, not trying to work her way out of this desperate situation.

"It's good, it's right, Linda. It feels right to me."

He moved his lips up against the side of her neck, blowing softly against her flesh. Linda shuddered, feeling her skin crawl with unspeakable lust. A red fog of lust settled over her mind, blurring her normally clear-cut reason. Rationality was tossed out the window as she stood there on the small hill with Hank, her body swaying like a willow in the breeze, his hand crawling all over her back, trying to unsnap her bra.

"Ohhh yesss, yesss…"

She gave in, threw in the towel, threw away her morality at the touch of his hands, at the feel of his breath against his throat! Her blouse was completely out of her skirt now, flapping over her ass. In a moment she felt his big hands cupping both asscheeks, working into those soft pillows of flesh.

"Ohhhh, Linda, yeah, yeah, I've wanted you for a long time… since you came to the ranch."

"Did you?" she panted.

Linda raised both hands, pushing them gently against his chest in a last weak effort to get away. She wasn't serious, and Hank could see that. Her own lust coupled with that of the foreman's was too much for her to handle. In the distance the dance music played on. But the two of them were too engrossed in one another to care.

"Wh… where can we go?" she asked in a stammering voice.

Hank smiled and looked around him.

"Nothin' wrong with right here. There's trees to protect us, and I got my jacket," he said, pulling away and shrugging off the garment.

Linda watched as he spread the jacket on the ground in front of her. In a moment he was back up holding her, the iron bands of his arms tightly around her.

"God!" she gasped.

This was going to be her first time, her very first fuck. And how she wanted it! Her heart was beating crazily while she fought for control of her breathing. Her tits seemed to be growing, actually swelling in those confining cups. Janice had told her not to wear a bra. It was too old-fashioned, her sister had told her. But the thought of appearing in public with her tits jiggling and swaying against her blouse frightened and embarrassed her. She could just imagine those old biddies cackling and chatting about what kind of woman she was, appearing at a dance with her tits swaying around for God and everyone to see. But right now, as she stood leaning heavily against Hank, feeling his hands smoothing up and down her naked back, Linda wished she had followed her sister's advice.

"Ohhhhh…" she moaned.

He was pushing her back to where his jacket was stretched on the ground. In a moment his mouth covered hers. Linda groaned, tilting her head to make their lips squirm together. He was touching her ass again, gently kneading each full asscheek until the blonde thought she was going to faint from her rushing excitement. That touch, even through the material of her skirt, felt terribly good. She rocked her hips, feeling something very warm and hard gouging against her body – his cock! Linda stiffened, her fingers fanning out against the side of his neck.

"Hank… I…"

She was about to tell him she didn't want to fuck. Yes, again she was going to back out of life, live on the sidelines while people like her sister Janice played on the field. But this time the words just wouldn't come. She stood there, feeling him touch her all over. She wanted to let it all happen. There wasn't the reluctance, the fear that had spoiled so many other evenings. Now there was just the arousal, the excitement burning through her brain, exorcising all those moral bogies her mother had carefully planted so many years ago.

That prick! His cock seemed so big, so stiff. She remembered Janice telling her one night how badly she wanted to get fucked. Linda wondered if that had been the first time her sister had finally gotten fucked. Janice never talked too much about sex after that, probably because she was getting it. Still Linda couldn't stop thinking about it, wishing there were someone to talk to while her cunt burned and itched so!

"Let's get down," Hank suggested.

In a moment they were flat on the ground. She could feel his jacket gathering up under her as Hank pulled off her blouse, then reached around and finally unfastened the snap of her halter. Linda sighed, feeling the cups pull free of her tits. "Ohhhhh," she moaned.

It felt so good, so free to be naked like this, naked under the stars, under the hot gaze of a man! Hank paused for a moment, taking in her half-naked body, then lowering his head. In a moment he was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, licking her big nipples with his tongue. That tongue! How it reminded her for a moment of Chad, that German Shepherd as he had crouched over her that fateful night, touching her tits and, more importantly, licking her cunt.

He was a little awkward. But soon he smoothed out his technique, puckering his lips and moving them around to her other nipple. In a moment he was kneading both tits, sucking on one, drawing in the rubbery nub between the gap in his front teeth. It was incredible! Hot flashes sparked from her mouthed tit, making Linda arch her back and wallow her shoulder blades against the ground. How she wanted to feel him naked against her, pressing her down into the dirt while his prick fucked out her soppy fuck hole.

His hipbones bumped hers. He was fucking his prick-shaft up and down her cunt. At the same time, Hank was reaching around for her zipper, tugging it down, fumbling with the top button and finally sliding the garment over he knees and ankles. She was naked, naked except for her panties that now clung stickily to her cunt-lips.

"Now my turn." He undressed quickly, pulling off his dress shirt and laying it carefully on top of her skirt, then half-standing and tugging his dress Levi's down. Linda's eyes widened. He wasn't wearing any shorts. His cock sprang out – long, thick, meaty, like the pricks she'd seen hanging from between a horse's hindquarters. For a second she wondered if hanging around donkeys had anything to do with the size of a man's cock. She smiled at this ridiculous thought.

"Like what you see?" Hank asked, reaching down and scratching his full leather balls.

It was at that point Linda realized she might be acting too forward, acting as if she did this sort of thing all the time. Drawing back, she shook her head from side to side.

"Hank," she began, fighting for words. "You might not believe this, but… but I've never done anything like this in my life."

Linda was glad it was dark. She felt her cheeks burning with shame. Her virginity was an embarrassment, something to be ashamed of. How differently she viewed it than several years ago when she considered her cherry some kind of badge of courage, of honor.

"Huh?"

Linda looked up again. Hank stood there, his prick sticking straight out from his crotch – full, hard, hot, filled with blood, ready to fuck right into her cunt. He was staring a little wide-eyed at her.

"I said… I said I'm a virgin," she whispered softly.

Hank smiled, bending down and gathering her up into his arms.

"Any other woman I wouldn't believe. But you… well, guess so. I'll go gentle."

He was back on top of her, kissing her throat, her mouth, the sensitive spots just under her eyes. And, all the time, his knees were pressing hers apart, spreading her legs open. His prick gouged the nylon crotch panel, forcing the silky material up into her cunt. It was so wild, so weird. It was like getting fucked and not getting fucked at the same time!

"Uhhhhh…" she groaned.

He sucked her tits again, pinching the nipples when he wasn't tonguing them. Linda saw bright lights popping in front of her. His touch was mind-blowing, far more intense than, anything she'd felt before – even with Chad on top of her. This was a man, a real man touching her, wanting to fuck her.

"You're nice and hot and fine," Hank whispered, his fingers groping her all over.

She felt his tongue going lower and lower, teasing the flesh around her navel. And then she felt his fingers gripping her hipbones, holding her ass down to the jacket and ground while his tongue slipped past her belly button to her thighs. And then…

"Uhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly.

It was as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her clit! Hank was down there between her legs, his head wedged between her warm, soft thighs, that tongue touching her pussy. It was Chad all over again. But there wasn't that random hurried lick of the big German Shepherd. No! Instead he was going easy on her. The smooth, silky rub of Hank's lips forcing her cunt-lips apart was so different, so sexily different from the rougher touch of the dog. Having Hank's mouth against her swelling cunt was so good, so very, very good!

"Oh God!"

Linda arched her back again, the world spinning around her like some mad ballet. He had her spread out there, helpless, pinned to the dirt while his mouth worked up and down her pussy. A shy man? How wrong she'd been! He was shy at first. But how forceful, how insistent he became once he got going! Linda would never be able to look at him in the same way again!

"Touch me… oh God, touch me there!" she moaned.

Linda realized with a shock she was speaking to Hank the same words that she had whispered hoarsely to the licking animal several nights ago. The shock passed. She would never think of that again. What was past was past. Now she had this man, this wonderful, wonderful man. There was no reason for her to think of that dreadful animal and what he'd done to her before.

"Ooooooohhh!" she moaned.

Her chest heaved as Hank moved his mouth from side to side, digging deeper into her cunt. She felt the hot juices of her pussy seeping out, wetting down her thighs, her asscheeks, his chin. Mouth fucking. Sucking. Tonguing! How unutterably sexy the whole thing was! Hank was sucking deep too, drilling his tongue in as if it were a cock of some kind. Then she felt him rimming her, barely touching her pussy with the tip of his tongue before fucking it back in all the way and making her squirm and writhe on the jacket.

"Ohhhh… wh… what are you doing to me?" she moaned.

In the distance, Linda could again hear the steady beat of the dance band. A gathering breeze rustled the tall grass and trees protecting the little clearing they were fucking in.

"What you and I want," he answered, scouring her cunt with his tongue.

"Uhhhhhhhh… Hank… Hank… huhhhrrrhrrr!"

She was sounding like a dog, like Chad when he had her spread open like that, tonguing her. Hank was going as wild as the German Shepherd had, smelling her, tasting her, running his tongue up and down her pussy until she thought she was going to cum right in his mouth. Without thinking, Linda began moving her hips. It would have been impossible for her not to. It was so wild, so sexy and free and ten times more exciting than when the animal had sucked her cunt. She felt her fine blonde hairs tangling around her neck and ears. And then Hank was kissing her belly, his tongue snaking into navel. She shivered uncontrollably and dug her nails into his hair, begging him to stop and wishing he wouldn't pay any attention to her.

"Oh stop… Please…"

Hank made her sit up, his strong hands still gripping her hipbones. There was some confused movement. She felt one leg folding under the other. In a flash she realized what was happening. He was going to fuck her in a doggie position. Her heart stopped at that thought. Again, images of Chad flashed through her mind as she felt Hank kneeling behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs. He was forcing her pussy-lips apart so he could work a finger deep into her cunt. Linda tensed, curling her fingers, digging the tips into the damp grass as she felt another breeze blow over her skin, making the flesh pucker into goosepimples. Her tits hung down from her chest, pulling sexily at her body while the nipples nearly brushed over the jacket.

"Ohhhh…" she groaned.

She had nearly flipped completely. She was a bitch in heat, Hank's bitch, not Chad's. He was going to fuck her in this position. How wonderful, how magical!

"Ugh!" she grunted.

Her desire suddenly soared the moment she felt his fingernail press against that bunched flesh across her fuck channel. Hank stopped a moment, leaning over her, whispering in one ear.

"I'm gonna do it with my finger so you'll be hot for my prick when I shove it in."

The words burned into her soul. Linda bit down on her lower lip, trembling as she felt that finger stiffen again, felt it pressing harder against her cherry.

She cried out, her thighs tensing as a flash of pain shot through her body. He'd done it! In an instant this wonderful foreman had ripped away her past and with it all the hang-ups that tarnished her young life!