Chapter 6

"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.