Johnny had opened the front of Ellie's dress and had his hands in her brassiere, enveloped in the warm, smooth flesh and soft skin of her big tits. He felt their heaving as her breathing picked up in her excitement.
"Get those pants off, Ellie," Johnny said quietly, playing with her breasts, getting the nipples up inside the cups. With a shiver and a little moan, Ellie quickly got out of her pants. She finished stepping out of them and straightened, just as Charlie arrived on that side of the car. The tall girl sort of leered at him, him and his big crotch, and gave her hips a forward hump.
ONE
Johnny's buckle jingled, the fly-snap came easily free, and his pants dropped. He watched another shudder go through the supine brunette.
She lay on the old slicker spread over the hay. "Now that," she said, regarding the thick shaft standing out from his balls, looming over her prostrate form, "looks even better!"
"It's got no place to go as long as you're wearin' those jeans," Johnny pointed out.
In seconds she had flipped open her belt, opened snap and zipper, and shoved both thumbs into the band of her jeans. Then she humped upward, at the same time shoving the pants down.
"Now that is pretty," Johnny said, smiling.
Underneath, she wore just what Johnny wore under his pants. Hair. Hers was thick and dark, with a reddish tinge, below a softly rounded belly and a tiny navel. She'd only been married two years before her divorce, and she hadn't had any kids, but that was a woman's belly, not a girl's. Johnny liked it.
It was too dark for him to see her pussy, but he was able to note that her dark mat mounded up between her thighs in a definite bulge. It looked like a good saddle-pad, Johnny thought. It looked good for riding. His prick chugged up another couple of notches and Ellie smiled as she gazed at its thick underside.
"Oh Johnny," she said, "you sure have been doing some growing up!"
"Yeah," he said, dropping to his knees between her open thighs. "Are you ready for it, Ellie?"
She sighed and lay back. "With my bra still on? Huh-why don't you just check and see if I'm ready for it, John-oh-Johnny!" Her legs tightened up and her rump rose off the hay-padded slicker, jutting her cunt at him.
He reached out and laid his hand on the soft hair, and he could feel radiant heat against his palm. She sighed and then caught up a deep breath. He ran his finger through her hair, and in an instant, he had a finger well up her cunt. His knuckles pressed into the soft, hair-lined folds of her pussy lips.
"Uh," she gasped, going almost stiff, "unnnnnh...."
She was ready, all right. She was not only hot as boiling water inside, she was just as wet. It was a wonder, Johnny thought, watching his cock assume gigantic proportions as he wiggled his finger inside that humid cunt, that her pussy wasn't steaming!
Withdrawing his finger, he guided his long thick tool forward between thumb and one finger until he had just parted the lips of that delicate crack with the very tip.
She gasped and wriggled. "Ah-ah, Jesus God, it's been so long!" And she rammed herself up at him.
Johnny helped her. He stabbed his erect, thick prick into the impassioned girl's quivering and waiting gap in one good swift lurch. The soft, resilient flesh closed hungrily about the glans.
It went on into her with oily ease as he let his hips sink down between her thighs. She squealed with delight at the feel of his turgid knob forging strongly into her body, opening the way for the shaft. Then his belly smacked hers and their hip-bones grated together. She shivered again and again in delighted response to the big bone that rammed up inside her to spread the walls of her delicious, delicate inner hole.
A long long sigh came out of her as she clasped him to her with strong, tanned arms. "Now ... now just be still, please ... just let me feel it inside me ... let me get used to it ... oh, oh Johnny oh Johnny! It's been so long!"
"The whole two years?" he asked, content to lie still and soak his meat in her-for a while.
"Yeah," she gasped. "Two whole damned years. I've been getting bitchier and bitchier, too. Ummm ... that just feels so damned good!"
"You and Lester fuck a lot when you were married?"
"That's a hell of a question to ask at a time like this," she said, staring up into the darkness of the hayloft. The flashlight on the hay beside them only lightened the dark a bit, just enough for them to see each other dimly. "But yeah, we did, for a while. All we could. I reckon I kept him wore out." She giggled, and he liked the sensations that caused, down inside her pussy and all around his entrenched prick. "But I was havin' some problems, and I found out some things. He got mad when I told him some of them. We just sort of went downhill after that, and we did it less and less. I think he was ballin' someone else."
Johnny knew damned well Lester had been balling someone else, but he didn't tell her. After all, Ellie had been divorced for two years-and he did have his cock up her cunt and his chest on her still-brassiered tits. She'd been in such a hurry, once they got up here on his first night on the place, that her blouse was open but still on, and they hadn't done a thing about her brassiere. He did remember that it was cotton, and old-looking, although it was pretty tight. Maybe....
"What kind of things?" he asked, getting on one elbow and slipping two fingers up under the center of the brassiere."
"Umm ... things ... things different than what we're doin' right now."
"You mean sexy stuff different from fucking?"
"Well, along with it-ouch! Hey, you slid it right up-this bra sure isn't going to last much longer! Would you believe my boobs grew after I got married?"
"I'd believe something," he said. They were bared now, with the brassiere shoved up above the big white mounds, and he ran his fingers appreciatively over their sleek skin. They were damned fine tits, and strong, too; muscular. He didn't think she needed any damned bra, in point of fact. "Maybe we ought to lock you in a stanchion downstairs and put the milking machine on you."
She laughed. "I don't think you'd get anything," she said, and then, turning her head away so that he couldn't see her eyes, she added, "but ... it sure feels good. It hurts a little, but it feels good."
It was his turn to chuckle. "You too, huh? I stuck my dick into one, once. I came faster'n I ever did before or since!"
"Are you a fast comer, Johnny?" Her fingers were nice on his back, exerting constantly changing little pressures.
"Sometimes," he said, getting his elbows under him, bracing her with them. "The first time."
"The first time?"
"I think I've got a funny dick," he said. "Unusual, I mean. It usually just stays hard after it spurts. I was pulling it off three and four times running, when I was fourteen. Sometimes it was so sore that I couldn't pull it at all, for days-that was awful!"
A shudder had raced through her and her hands had tightened on his back, convulsively. "Three and four-Jesus God! I never-you-if I get you sore tonight, Johnny Taylor, I'll take good care of that dick of yours! My lord, it still feels so good!"
"It feels hurting," he told her. "I can't be still any longer."
And he started moving. He started fucking her.
With sighs of pleasure, she arched up as he pistoned in to split the cleft in her quivering loins wide open. The essential warmth of her cunt was wet and juicy; he plunged and plunged into it until he made her squeal with delight. Hot passion flooded her abdomen and suffused her quaking belly.
Feeling the hot load steaming in his balls, he plowed her shuddering body in an absolute frenzy of movement. Her cunt seemed to snatch and suck at his ensnared organ with juicy delight. The slippery warmth of her juice greased his cock and increased both the depth and ease of his strokes. He began hitting bottom with every stroke.
His body slapped hers with increasing urgency, flattening the full bulges of her breasts under his chest. Her cunt clenched and unclenched rapidly and furiously as she squirmed beneath him in delight.
He hit her hard, pounding her shuddering body in a frenzy of passion-and his deliberate desire and determination to make her feel it from head to toes, especially deep inside her oozing cunt.
She groaned with the power of his fucking. The twin buttons of her nipples poked his chest. They were swollen, hard and thick, and they ached.
The hair crowning her pussy was matted with sweat and the secretions that flowed out of her.
A shudder of ecstasy quaked through her, and she drew in a deep, deep breath. Then she began bucking her wet crotch strongly, almost violently, up against him, taking his long thick penis as deep as she could get it. She wished that she could see it, that beautiful tool stabbing her pussy.
Her anxious cunt swallowed every dilated inch.
"I'm ... going to ... come," he gasped, straining, arching his back and pushing with both hands in an effort to drive cock and balls and hips right through her.
"God, do, do, do come, just don't take it out!" Her voice was practically a scream, and she grabbed him hard and tight in both hands.
She saw his eyes bulge, his mouth drop open. She felt him stiffen up so hard that he was shivering. Then he exploded his come in long creaming waves that juiced into her squirming hole and turned it into a lake of seed.
"Oh, oh, ooooh, ba-by-y-y," she crooned, pulling him down, getting his face against hers and holding him strongly but with love and deep appreciation. "Oh, so good, so good, Johnny love ... ah, there ... lie on me, baby ... I can take it ... I love your weight!"
He lay there with her arms around him and her mouth tracing little kisses all over his hair and face, for a long while. At last, with a long sigh, he pushed himself up with both hands and proved to her that what he had said before was true: he swung his hips back and forth several times, and her eyes snapped very wide as she felt a still very hard and thick prick flowing in and out of her come-filled vagina.
"Lord," she sighed, "you are something!"
He grinned happily and kept up the unhurried fucking. It was better now, with the initial strain and load off, and the terrible need to race for the finish line out of the way.
"If I promise to launder it, and bring you out one of Dad's in the morning ... can I use your shirt for something, Johnny?"
"I'm so full of your juice that neither one of us is getting the best part, anymore."
He tugged all the way out of her, the emerging cock making a sloppy sound as it escaped her labial clutch, and she groaned. Then he rocked back onto his haunches while she reached over and found his shirt. She sat up, big tits jiggling, and for a moment she gazed at him. With a shrug that brought more fascinating movement to her jugs, she applied his shirt to her leaking cunt. Johnny watched. "God," he said suddenly, "I'm starving!" She looked up. "Haven't you had supper?" He shook his head. "Left home about four this afternoon. But Miz McGee gave me a lot of chicken and biscuits." He patted around until he found the sack. "I've got to have some!"
"Well, I guess so, poor boy! Go ahead-no thanks, I ate a big dinner. Here, you eat while I wipe you off."
Nobody had ever done that before-which was not to say that Johnny Taylor had had a hell of a lot of experience, anyhow-and he jerked and grunted when shirt-swathed hands assaulted his slippery cock. He reached out and cupped one of her big breasts from beneath, squeezed it lightly, and exchanged a long smoldering look with the oldest of the Smith girls. Then he bit hard into the first piece of chicken he had drawn out of the sack, which turned out to be a meaty, juicy thigh.
"I swear, Mrs. McGee fries chicken better than my mom!"
There was a sound of delight in Ellie's voice when she laughed. "I cooked that chicken, Mister Johnny Taylor, and I thank you!"
Then she really surprised him, for she bent forward and slipped her lips over the fat crown of his cock. Again Johnny jerked and groaned, nearly dropping his piece of chicken.
She rolled her eyes up to look at him, then backed her mouth off his swollen knob.
"You mind? I just thought that while you ate your meat ... so would I."
He shuddered. "Lord-I don't mind, but I wouldn't guarantee I can keep on eating with you doing something like that!"
"Well," she said, "try." And she pushed her mouth back over the head of his prick again.
Hardly noticing what he was doing, not tasting it at all, Johnny sat there and ate chicken. And Ellie ate Johnny.
He had finished the thigh and was into a piece of breast when he said, "You'd ... better ease off now ... I ... you're going to make ... me come!"
She nodded, with her mouthful of cock, and patted his thigh. And she kept on bobbing her head and exerting suction.
Now she was moving faster and faster, skimming her puffy, parted lips up and down over the impressive length of his reddened and wildly swollen cock, salivating it into slipperiness and sucking away at it in the snug sheath of her moist mouth. Blinking, feeling his guts churning, Johnny knew with an intensely exciting certainty that she wanted him to come! He wondered what she would do when he did-in just a few seconds. Would she drink it down? Spit it out on his shirt? Let it drool down over her big bobbing tits?
Those thoughts did it. His balls blew for the second time in about twenty minutes, and the furious glory of it was heightened even more for him by realization that she was indeed swallowing it.
Ske kept sucking even after it was over, and Johnny groaned and reached for her head urgently.
"Oh-oww-stop, that hurts...!"
She withdrew her head and smiled at him, almost shyly, before picking up his shirt and using it to wipe her lips and sweaty face.
"My ... my God," he said with an unsteady voice, "that was a blowjob! I've ... never had one before!"
"Good," she smiled, and she patted his thigh again. Then she sort of half curled up, on her side, so that she could look up at him with her cheek against his thigh, just above the knee. And she started rubbing her pussy.
Johnny watched. He saw how much she loved that, how excited she got. She didn't have anything inside herself, not even her fingers. But she was in ecstasy. He saw the sweat break out anew on her jerking body, and he listened to her moaning gasps and sighs. Then she was moving her hand very urgently, lifting her other hand to pinch her nipple, her whole body jerking, her mouth streaming wordless sounds. Then, just as if she were a man, coming, she voiced a loud cry and jerked hard. He could actually see the heavy waves that ran through her and jerked her whole body.
And then she was limp, with her hand motionless between her thighs and her face wet against his leg.
"Shit!" Johnny said. "That was beautiful!"
After a moment, she exhaled a high-voiced little sigh and rose to a sitting position. "You don't know about that either, do you?"
"Hmmm? Know about-what?"
"What a clitoris is."
Johnny gazed at her. "A clitoris. A cli-" He broke off, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh."
"Too damned many men don't," she said, almost viciously, "and too damned many of those who do know don't care! Give me your hand."
Johnny gave her his hand, which she carried between the tops of her sweat-humid thighs. He felt the damp-haired fur coat of her cunt, the wet, silky-smooth lips, and then the cleft, the mouth of her wet, pulsing pussy.
"Slide a finger in," she instructed in a quiet voice, with her hand still on his. "Slide it upward-no, not so far inside-now move it around, find a hard lump under the-aaaaahhhhh! You FOUND it, you found it fast!"
He moved his fingertip over the hardened place, making it wiggle under his finger, beneath her flesh. It felt like a tiny ball somehow forced under her skin, rolling about in a bath of oil.
She shuddered violently. "Uh-unnngh! Easy, easy-I just came, and it's still so-o-o sensitive! That, Johnny-love, is my clitoris. My clit. And that is how a woman comes. Not just from having a cock up her, although God knows we need that! But this thing needs a lot of attention, too. Sometimes before, sometimes after, sometimes during, if it's possible and if it's big enough. Mine isn't. It just stays buried down there all the time. I've done a little checking. My sister Sharkey-Charlotte Ann, really-has a big one. It sticks out. But ... anyhow ... that, my friend, is how you bring a woman off."
"I'll be damned. I never heard that before!"
"Yeah. Too damned many clowns around here don't know anything about it. Lester did, after I told him ... but he couldn't be bothered. I showed mother hers, last year. I expect she's been giving it a little attention, with Pop laid up like he is for the past five months. Did your daddy tell you anything about sex?"
"Yeah. Don't."
She smiled, making it almost a grimace, and nodded. "Uh-huh. That's what we all get around here. Sex is great, lovely, it makes babies, it's the finest and highest experience of man and woman-and DON'T!" She shook her head angrily. "Well, I know a few things. And now you do too, Johnny. Don't you forget what a clitoris is. And you can make a woman happy."
He wouldn't forget, and he'd sure find out about Sharkey's, too; that sounded interesting. But still he said, "You seemed happy enough a few minutes ago, with a pussy full of dick!"
Her sigh and shudder came all at once. "I was, I was Johnny, and from the looks of you, I'll be that happy again pretty soon, if I'm lucky. But I mean ... uh, delirious, that's it. I mean, fucking's fun, right?"
He laughed. That was answer enough to an asshole question!
"Right," she smiled. "But the grand finale, the big thing, the very best, is when you shoot. And that's it with a woman-she gets the same feeling all over as a man does when her clitoris gets its rundown, except she just doesn't shoot." She touched her sopping pussy with her hand, then reached for his shirt again. "Not exactly, I mean." She wiped herself, then slid her hand around the very base of his pecker.
It had wilted, but even after his two orgasms it hadn't gone all the way down. It was still long, and thick, strong but not steely-hard. She began working it with her fingers, also brushing his balls and looking at him with smoldering eyes while she sighed longingly. And the shaft in her hand began to take on more and more firmness.
He dropped his third chicken bone into the sack, used his sweat-and-semen-smeared shirt to wipe his hands, and bent his head to one of her big tits. She looked down as his mouth approached.
"Oh, I forgot. Wait a minute," she said, and she quickly got out of the brassiere. Then she cupped her own right breast in her hand, from beneath, and held it up and out to him.
Johnny chewed and slicked his wet tongue over the smooth-skinned, pulpy white flesh until its end surged out to an erect tip of desire-hardened flesh.
He drew back a little to inspect their beauty and to smile at the result of his oral titillation. What he saw was the sheer beauty of swollen woman-flesh. Naked, thrusting forward and high, her outjutting tits were a symphonic perfection of rounded symmetry.
He returned to the feast.
She groaned and sighed and cupped a hand to the back of his head. His licking and kissing and sucking was just beautiful. Shuddering waves of passionate response boiled through her in a seething wave of exceptional pleasure.
Ellie leaned slowly backward, bringing him with her, until she was again on her back and he was partially atop her. Sprawled on the old rain slicker atop the pile of loose hay, she moved her thighs apart, reached her hand down to find his cock, and she tugged. With a sigh at the nudging of its smooth head against her furrow, she squirmed a little bit to center the pressure between the lips. His body was half-doubled now, because he refused to cease sucking titty.
She hunched, getting part of the head inside her, but it slipped right out again because she couldn't keep it inside. She wanted it. It was a constant tease, the big cock nestled there just outside the moist sheath of her hot pussy.
"Johnn-y! Get-get it ... in!"
"M-m-mmm-mm," he replied, around all the tit he could possibly stuff into his mouth.
Her heels drummed the chaff-strewn loft floor and her hands pulled and tugged. She surged her thighs to caress the swollen crown of his dick with her cunt.
"Johnny, damn it-damn you-agh!" He had closed his teeth on her nipple in response to those harsh words, and he was worrying it like a dog with a newly caught mole. "Gaaahh! Ah-ah ... oh. Baby ... oh Johnny ... uh, uh, got to-have it ... J-Johnny ... please fuck me!"
Johnny released her nipple and buried his cock up her belly in a move so swift and violent that she groaned and her eyes tried to start from her head. Then she clamped him to her and sighed, smiling at the ceiling, lost in the darkness above them.
"This time," he said, raising himself over her on both palms in a strong pushup that kept them united only at the groins, "this time it will last!"
"Good! Make it last! You're supposed to-uh!-to fuck me-ungh!-bowlegged, remember!"
He was rocking on his hands above her, pushing back and forth in a harmonious tempo, shuttling his prick in and out of her receptive slash. He fucked in and out of that moist clutch of flesh in regular movements, his pleasure growing with each stroke.
"You-you're getting it in ... all the way ... ahhhh!"
"Yes-all the way ... all the way, Ellie ... right up your ... belly!"
"Do it, do it, do it right up my belly!" She sighed and moved her body beneath his in a horizontal dance, her face squirming in ecstasy as she counterpointed the rhythm of his thrusting hips.
He fucked her long and deep, sliding his prick up and down the length of her cuntal canal.
Stroking hard, he jerked his hips to swing his prick around inside, against the liquid satin that walled her cunt. It tried to grab at him, contracting and milking his cock.
He had mentioned a milking machine-Ellie felt like she had one built in!
He laughed aloud and would not answer when she asked what joke she was missing. He kept spearing straight into her, way up inside, fucking her on his lush tube of man-flesh while she rolled and tossed and jerked and panted in erotic abandon beneath him.
Their passion-permeated bodies came together with pile-driver force. Again. Again.
Yes, he thought, fucking the super-willing and so cooperative girl, burying his prick in her body for the third time in an hour or so, this was going to be a long one. A long one, and he didn't give a damn. He didn't care if his cock were sore tomorrow, or if she walked with her legs apart for a week. It was good, good, and all of a sudden he felt a surge of gratitude to his father-for being such a bastard.
It was going to be a long, long fuck, just sliding the old cock in and out and in and out of the hot, wet, silky nest at the base of this naked girl's belly, and he let his mind slip away, back, to what had brought him here, to this farm, to this loft, into this woman and the searing heat of her belly....
TWO
Johnny's old man was a big, hard-working son of a bitch who should have been a top sergeant rather than a Kentucky farmer. He beat Johnny's mother, and he beat Johnny, and he used his big hand or his razor strap on Johnny's sister Jenny right up to the day before she ran off at sixteen and married Red Brewer. When Dan Nichols died and his wife went out and hanged herself in the barn, Red and Jenny moved in and started sharecropping on the Matthews place.
That was the year that Johnny's old man finally managed to buy a farm of his own and move off the Warren place where they'd lived for fourteen years. It was also the year Johnny turned eighteen, and got so pissed off at his old man one day in the field that he called him a son of a bitch. The old man wasn't the sort to take that off anybody, much less a snot-nose boy who he hadn't noticed had done a lot of growing. He slapped Johnny up the side of the head. Johnny saw some bright lights, staggered, and then gave the old man too good ones right in the mouth.
His old man went down hard and lay there awhile. Then he sat up weakly, ran his hand over his mouth and looked at the blood, then looked up at Johnny.
"Well, John Robert, I reckon you've growed up."
Feeling pretty uncomfortable and mighty nervous but not about to back down an inch, Johnny said, "I reckon."
"I reckon you can whip your ole daddy about any time now."
Johnny sighed and clamped his lips. "Probably. But I don't want to."
"Me neither. What're we gonna do about it?"
"I'm leaving, Pop. Think I'll go back and ask Mister Warren if he can use a hand."
The old man sat there on the ground and didn't say a word. It wasn't in his nature to say "No, don't do that, son," and all of a sudden he knew that he sure hadn't reared John Robert to do much in the way of apologizing, either.
So after a while Johnny turned around and went back to the house and packed up some things. His mother was out back, meaning she was in the outhouse, taking one, and Johnny didn't feel like waiting. So he took off walking.
It was after dark when he got to the Warren place. Bill Warren was in the cowbarn, milking his twenty-two head of Jerseys. He used Surge milking machines, the kind that hang under the cow from a big leather strap over her back.
"Hello, Johnny. What you doin' over here so late?"
"Finally got enough of being busted by Pop, Mister Warren."
Warren looked up from where he squatted between two well-fed brown cows. "You run off, John Robert?"
"No sir. This time I busted him back. Then we had us a little talk, and I said I was leavin'. I come over here to see if you couldn't use a good hand. You know I'm a worker, Mister Warren."
Warren sighed as he stood up, stepped across the shit-trough behind the stanchioned cows, and carried the milker up to the front of the barn to empty it. He looked at Johnny a moment after he turned back, then went to put the milker on the next cow down the line. That was Ethel; Johnny knew them all. The tit-cups made little shlu-up noises as he slid them onto Ethel's big fat teats. Then Warren lit up a Camel and stood there beside Johnny, looking at the back door of the long, thin barn. He looked sort of sad, thinking.
"Johnny, I'm sorry. I've made arrangements. Made arrangements. But I know who sure is looking for a hand."
Johnny waited, wondering who Mister Warren had traded with, to come onto the place as tenants. But he didn't ask. People told you their business if they wanted you to know it. Otherwise, you'd find out when the time came, and you could save your breath for the tobacco. Johnny waited.
"You know Ed McGee died last month."
"Yes sir," Johnny said. "That was a bad one." The McGee farm was right behind the Warren place, down the same road off the main pike, so Johnny knew the McGees and their tenants, the Smiths.
"I think so too, but the Lord works in mysterious ways. Maybe there's some reason He wants Anne McGee to be a widow. Maybe there's some reason he wants John Robert Taylor on that farm." ;
Johnny sighed. "Reckon it'd be hard, workin' for a woman."
"It might. But Ed was a pretty strong man. Anne's not used to being too bossy. And you're a good worker, Johnny, anyhow. She knows that, too. And she's in a hard way. First it was Arlie Smith's accident. He sure hasn't been the same since. Still in bed. Then Ed died, rest his soul." Warren looked Johnny in the eyes. "She sure could use some male-type help over there, Johnny. Lord knows she and Arlie's wife and those girls of his can't run that place. They've got thirty milkers and over two acres of Burley." He sighed. "Too bad she and Ed had just the one son, and the City called him."
"I guess I could try it," Johnny said.
"Well, whyn't you go down to the house and see if Miz Warren won't give you something to eat?"
"Reckon I'll just go on over to see Miz McGee now. OK if I cut across?"
"Yeah, sure. Oh, wait a minute. I'll walk down to the house with you soon's I get the machine off Amy. Ethel can do with a little extra pullin-I think the ole bitch's holding up her milk. It's dark," Warren went on, slipping the milking machine off Amy's flaccid teats, "and we wouldn't want to scare Miz Warren."
Warren always had talked a lot, Johnny thought. "Yes sir," he said, and in a minute or so Warren walked him down to the house, where he invited him in to eat again. Johnny thanked him and said no. Then he went on down the slope behind the house, crossed the fence and then the branch-getting his left shoe wet-and waded through the buckbushes up the hill behind the McGee house. The dogs started raising hell. A light came on, on the Smith's front porch, and damned if Ellie didn't come out with her daddy's old twelve-gauge.
"All right," she called out, "who's out there?"
"It's Johnny Taylor, Ellie. Appreciate it if you saved that buckshot for rabbits!" He grinned, moving on forward. He'd forgot how good-looking she was, and how she'd been flirting with him for a couple of years. Ellie was twenty, had been married at sixteen and divorced at eighteen, and had come back to live with her parents. In point of fact she was Ellie Cochrane, but Johnny still thought of her as a Smith.
"Johnny!" She lowered the old shotgun, grinning. "What you doin' around here, John Robert?"
Johnny walked on up to the frame house, stopping at the foot of the steps. He looked up at the tall girl, squinting because of the naked bulb right over her head.
"Well, don't you look big," she said, taking one hand off the gun to run it down her thigh. "And what's that you're carryin'-you finally get enough of your daddy's meanness and run away?"
Johnny shook his head. "You're poppin' questions faster'n I can answer 'em," he said, noting that her mother and sister were both peering at him through the window. "No, I busted him. Bloodied his mouth-"
"Good!"
"-and then left. Told him I was goin'. And I walked, not run."
The shotgun's butt made a little thump when she lowered it to the wooden porch. "My lord! And you come over here to see Anne McGee about tradin' with her?"
"Just hired help," Johnny said, "not trading." To "trade" with a landowner meant to work out a tenant agreement, what people farther down South called sharecropping, and Johnny didn't want the tall Smith girl to get the idea he was trying to get their place.
Her jeans sure were tight.
"Wow, you're hired, boy! Youc'n bet on that! Go see her quick, and you can start tonight. Raquel kicked the shit out of me tonight-look!" She pulled up one leg of her jeans to show him a big bruise on her calf. "She's still standin' in her stall, the bitch. We didn't get her milked."
Probably needs Ben, Johnny thought. Raquel was one of the two McGee Guernseys, a dark red cow with a huge bag and teats. Ben was the McGee bull, a mean bastard they kept penned up. You always knew when a cow was in heat; they got bitchy, and they mounted each other.
"I reckon I can settle her hash," Johnny said, swelling his chest a little. Funny how much better a girl's leg looked when it was in pants and she showed it to you, than even when she wore a short skirt. "I'll go talk to Miz McGee first-and help you with Raquel no matter what."
Ellie sighed and flashed a mouthful of extraordinarily white, even teeth in a smile. Ellie was very tan, and Johnny thought her tits must look even whiter than those girls in the magazines. Giving her a last look-and watching her swell her chest-Johnny turned. His neck prickled and he didn't hear a door close behind him. He figured Ellie watched him all the way across the lot to the McGee house. The dogs started up again, and Ellie's voice rapped out hard. The dogs shut up their racket but they weren't any too friendly. Johnny just ignored them and walked on up onto the McGee porch.
He had to knock three times before Anne McGee came to the door, although she must have heard the dogs and Ellie's shout. She was wearing a long, quilted robe, buttoned to the throat. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were red too, and Johnny thought she must've been crying. He could understand that. He'd heard stories about what Anne McGee had been like when she'd been younger, and no woman got over losing a husband in just one month. She was a good-looking forty, at that. Short, broad in the beam, maybe a little more than plump. Her eyes looked at a man like she was a woman, looking at a man.
Johnny started in to tell her his business.
"I know, John Robert. Bill Warren just called. Come on in."
Thinking how good that was of Warren and how much Anne McGee was built like his mother, Johnny went into the over-warm house.
Anne McGee seemed nervous about being alone with him in the living room, even though Johnny would be called a boy for years, yet. But in less than an hour, Noah Taylor's boy had his first job. At an even two hundred a month, with room and board and Sundays off. And no milking Saturday nights or Monday mornings, which was a good deal for a single boy. They'd have to work out where he was going to sleep; looking, Miz McGee let him know that Cynthy Smith had been staying over here for the past month, and that looked permanent.
"Well, I got to help Ellie with Raquel tonight," Johnny said, "and I can sleep in the hayloft. It's not cold, and I've slept in lofts before."
"Your daddy was a ... pretty strong one, wasn't he, John Robert?"
"Yes ma'am. Pretty strong. Would you just call me Johnny?"
"All right, Johnny," she said, sort of thoughtfully. "Strong men raise strong boys, Johnny Taylor. Oh-and they need to eat!"
Johnny waited while she filled a Kerr Mason jar with milk, put most of a fried chicken in wax paper and then into a paper sack, and dropped in about ten biscuits. It wouldn't have been right not to accept it, and Johnny was starting to get hungry anyhow.
Ellie was sitting on her front steps, messing with her dogs, when Johnny left the McGee house. She got up and met him about halfway to the barn. He stopped to get acquainted with the dogs, giving them plenty of time to smell him before he gave them the old behind-the-ears business. After that, Johnny, Blackie and Buck were friends.
Well trained, the dogs didn't try to enter the milkbarn when he and Ellie went in and turned on the lights. Raquel was in there alone, lying down, with her neck still clamped in the stanchion.
"Got some hobbles?"
"Sure," Ellie said. They were on a nail right above the shelf for the milking machines, just inside the door. Johnny noticed the exciting way her print blouse strained taut over her breasts when she stretched for the hobbles. One thing about the Smith girls: they all had tits. Even thirteen-year-old Cynthy, staying over with Mrs. McGee. She might be trouble, Johnny thought. She'd been flirting with him some, too.
With the hobbles in his back pocket, Johnny went over to Raquel. He talked to her. Then he rubbed her shoulder a little. Finally he touched her haunch with his toe. "Get up, Raquel. Time to be milked." He glanced at Ellie. "She been ridin' the other cows any?"
"Uh-huh. Cynthy gets the cows in, and she mentioned it tonight." Ellie chuckled. "She still believes what Daddy told us all. When the cows ride each other, they're being bad, and we put 'em in with Ben so he can straighten 'em out."
"He'll straighten 'em out, all right," Johnny muttered, standing back while Raquel got to her feet. She kept trying to twist her head back to look at him. Johnny kept talking to her while he rubbed her back. She acted all right, and he went to get the milker. Setting it beside her, he asked the big red cow if she wasn't about ready to ease the pressure.
He squatted and reached in to touch her big bag. It was taut; she was hours past due, and full of milk right down to the nipple tips. He palpated her, then let her feel one of the machine's titcups. Raquel didn't object. A minute later, the machine was chug-hissing away on all four quarters and Raquel was accepting it with slightly raised head. Johnny stepped back smiling. Feels good, huh, he thought.
"Be damned," Ellie Smith said. Her daddy wasn't like Johnny's old man. The Smith girls said what they wanted, and people called them wild. But Arlie Smith had always brought them to every Revival.
Johnny felt very good. The cow had acted a little skittish at first, but otherwise she hadn't even hinted at trouble. "I reckon she just wanted a little male hands on her," he said.
"Don't we all," Ellie said, which really surprised Johnny. He looked over at her with his eyebrows up. She just stood there about two feet away, looking at Raquel and acting like she didn't know Johnny's surprised eyes were on her.
Ellie Smith was a tall girl, if a twenty-year-old who's been married and divorced can still be called a girl. Her hair, not quite black, was worn past her shoulders and right now pulled back and tied with a limp ribbon of the same print as her blouse, blue and red and pink on off-white. She'd probably made it herself, out of a chicken-feed sack. She was pretty slim, although she showed a little roundness in the belly and in back her jeans looked like she'd grown some since she'd bought them. They weren't standard Sears or even Levis, but those low-slung jobs with flared bottoms. She wore a white leather belt. Her chin was dimpled, her face long but her hair banged to shorten it, and her eyes gray like her mother's. She had a good nose.
"You miss bein' married, Ellie?" Just getting ready to ask that made Johnny's heart beat a little faster.
"No," she said, still gazing at the cow that stood there so placidly while the pull-relax, pull-relax motions of the machine drew her milk out of her, along the rubber tubes, and into the machine that looked sort of like a stand-up vacuum cleaner, but with four hoses instead of one. Raquel looked like a mighty contented cow, all right. Ellie didn't. Her hand rose to touch her breast, but she dropped it quickly.
"No, I don't miss being married. That was a mistake, that's all. I was horny and kidded myself that I loved Lester. That was dumb. I thought you had to be married to do it. That was dumb, too. I've chewed mother out about that, teachin' me that shit. People'd be better off just doin' it, rather than thinkin' they have to get married first. That just makes for a lot of unhappy people."
It was quite a speech. Johnny stood there nodding while his pants tightened up. "City people think we do it all the time."
She made a sneering sound in her nose; she still hadn't looked his way but kept her eyes fixed on the cow. "They just don't know about the Church of God and the Church of Christ and the Church of the Nazarene-and the Southern Baptist. I reckon city people are freer, and do it all the time, though. They're lucky."
"Yeah-and you won't find too many males that won't agree with you too, Ellie."
"Urn." She pursed her lips, seemingly deeply interested in Raquel and the machine tugging almost sensuously away at her big swollen teats. "But the thing is, are you going to do anything about it?"
Johnny didn't answer her directly. "I think we'd best let Raquel out tonight, and tomorrow we'll just get her and Ben together."
"I'll take care of her while you run her milk up to the cooler room," Ellie said.
Johnny pulled the machine off Raquel while Ellie brought him the little bucket and three-legged stool. Seating himself beside the cow on the low stool, Johnny began squeezing and pulling her nipples. Each was thick as a wiener and over three inches long. They were loose now, and moist. Ellie stood there and watched while Johnny stripped the cow with both hands.
Still tugging, Johnny looked up at Ellie, met her eyes, dropped his gaze to her breasts, and raised it again to her face. At the same time, he made a spanging noise in the galvanized bucket by pulling hard at Raquel's tits. A little shudder ran through Raquel and she lifted her tail slightly-and Johnny saw Ellie, too, shiver.
Having stripped out the last of the rich Guernsey milk, Johnny rose and gave the cow's back a fond slap. "OK, girl, that's that. Go out and have a good night, and tomorrow we'll see about getting Ben to fuck you bowlegged." Johnny heard Elbe's little intake of breath at his use of the word-very deliberate-and he elicited another by sliding his hand across the skintight seat of her jeans as he passed her.
In the doorway, he glanced back at the tall brunette. "I'll be back in a minute, Ellie, and we'll see about getting you fucked bowlegged."
She looked levelly at him. "You'd better be full of vim and vigor, boy. It's been a long time!"
Johnny went up to the stone building, thinking about old Ben servicing every lonesome cow on the place. There was one rooster, too, and fifty or so laying hens. Like most other people, the McGees-that is, Miz McGee-sold eggs at the grocery. Nowadays you either ate the brown and pink ones, or accepted less money for them. City people had funny ideas about what made eggs good.
The milk went into the cooler with the rest of the evening's yield. Washing and then rinsing the machine, Johnny thought what it was going to be like to work on a farm with five females. Me and Ben, he thought, returning to the barn, wearing a smile on his face and a hard-on in his pants.
Raquel was gone. The back door was shut. The lights were on. But Ellie wasn't there.
"Shee-it!"
Johnny took the flashlight off the hook beside the door, then flipped off the barn lights. Using the flashlight in pitch blackness, he picked up Mrs. McGee's bag of biscuits and chicken and ascended the thick-runged, open "stairway" to the loft. He stood still once he was on the floor above, smelling the hay and feeling its warmth. He swung the flashlight around. Baled hay was stacked high in the rear, stepped down toward the front, where it had been used: dropped down the two square holes in the loft and hand-forked into the cow's troughs. At the base of the bales, stacked neatly and with space left between them against fire, there was a pile of loose hay where several had burst or been burst open. The twine still lay there.
So did Ellie Smith, with her arm across her eyes and an old slicker under her.
Johnny swung the light away from her and walked over to gaze down at her.
"I thought you'd chickened out and gone to the house," he said.
"Ellie," she said, "doesn't chicken out."
He dropped to a squat beside her, laid the flashlight on the bare floor, and set a wide-open hand on her breast. It was softly brassiered under the cotton blouse. She sighed and pressed her elbows and shoulder blades down to surge her chest up.
"Ummm ... that's a big hand."
He let his fingers sink into the cloth of her blouse, dimpling the flesh-bulge beneath. "Not big enough-that's a big tit!" He held that hand there, squeezing the big strong mound, while he used the other one to unbutton her blouse.
"You don't waste any time, do you, John Robert?"
"Call me John or Johnny, like in Cash," he said, otherwise ignoring the slight challenge of her question.
"You going to strip me like you did Raquel?"
Johnny grinned. "I'm going to strip you, yeah. But not like I did her, no. Just naked, Ellie."
A little shiver went through her and her hand rose to his. "You take care of stripping yourself, boy. I'll do this!"
Johnny stood up. The flashlight on the hay spread a little light, very little, but enough for her to see him as he opened his shirt. He pulled it up out of his pants and dropped it on her. Ellie flipped it quickly aside and finished baring her white-brassiered tits. Her tan ran right down into the crack between them, but they were white where they swelled up between the bra's cups. That bra, he thought, was a mite too small.
"That looks pretty good," she said lazily.
"So does that." His buckle jingled, the hooks slipped easily loose, and his pants dropped. He saw another shudder go through the supine girl.
"Now that," she said, regarding the underside of the thick shaft standing out and away from his balls, "looks even better!"
"It's got noplace to go as long as you're wearin' those jeans," he pointed out.
Then she had gotten out of those jeans, and he had slipped first a finger and then his cock up into her seething morass of a cunt, and then she had wiped him and sucked him-all the way off, and swallowed his balljuice, too!-and he had watched her use her hand to make herself come, and he had learned what a clitoris was-and heard about her sister Sharkey's big one, which he wouldn't be forgetting-and now here they were again, or still, his prick pumping her pussy for the second time tonight, housed in the warmth of her so-willing body for the third time tonight, and he felt some gratitude to his old man, after all!
"Jesus," the girl beneath him groaned, swinging her left arm up to her face. "I don't believe it! You-you've been screwing me for a solid fifteen minutes-and solid's the word! You feel like an iron bar up inside me!"
Johnny chuckled. "You getting sore?"
"Yes ... no ... yes, but it doesn't matter! I'm ... making up for two years, remember! And ... this ... may just ... keep me happy for a long, long time...."
"Two more years?" he asked, pumping.
"About a week!" Ellie laughed, and ground her crotch up against his. She kept that up while he poled in and out of her, stroke after deep stroke, and then she asked, "Am I getting too juicy? Isn't it tight enough for you?"
"You gettin' anxious?"
"Jesus, I'm CRAZY about it! But ... I don't know ... how long ... I can stand it, stud!"
Stud! That sure sounded good. That sure made him feel good!
He powered prick to her pussy. In and out, slam-slam, with the fluids oozing out of her in a hot flood. He lathered it, pounding her pussy with the firm, broad and swollen head of his tool. Her nipples were like wooden pegs that scudded hotly over his chest each time he slapped it down onto her heaving tits.
Then he let her have all his weight. Slipping his hands underneath her sweaty asscheeks, sliding around in a regular lake of sweat that the slicker held right there, he pulled her up to him. And rammed in and out, making her moan and groan and actually cry out as he got even deeper than before.
And soon it reached the overflow point inside him, and he shot off again, like a heavy gun. This third load was different from the others, heavy and thick, like gobbets of sperm that whipped bullet-like into her pussy.
The two of them collapsed and lay still for a very long while.
"I-I'm going to sleep," she murmured at last. "I can't-I got to go."
"No alarm clock out here," he said. "You better wake me in the morning." He lay on his back and watched her getting dressed. He knew he had to get his pants back on, at least. And turn the slicker over to lay his upper body on. This side was wet, as if it had been lying out in a heavy rain.
"I'll yell up the steps," she said, zipping her pants and tucking in the tails of her blouse. "I wouldn't dare come up here. I wouldn't dare ... stud."
He chuckled. "Cynthy gets the cows in, huh? Well, call me when you get the machines put together."
She stood over him, gazing fondly down at him. "Good night, Johnny," she said.
He slapped her calf, lightly. "Night. Oh-your bra-strap's hanging out of your pocket."
"Shit," she said, and she tucked it back in as she took the flashlight and left the loft.
She was definitely walking bowlegged, Johnny Taylor thought with a little smile, and then he was asleep in seconds.
Ellie's mother was up, watching the TV when she went in, and she told the woman that they'd had a hard time with Raquel, but that Johnny had taken care of her, and tomorrow they'd put the big red cow in with Ben.
"Oh," her mother said, eyeing her. "Good."
"I'm going to bed now, mom," Ellie said. She went into the back part of the one-story house, to the room she shared with her sister Sharkey. It was a lot nicer with just the two of them; until Cynthy, the "baby," had moved over to the Big House with Mrs. McGee, all three of them had shared this room.
Ellie undressed in the dark, as soundlessly as possible, and slid into the bed across the room from Sharkey's-meaning they were three feet apart.
She was soon asleep, very happy and sated. How could she know that Sharkey was awake and had seen her take the brassiere out of her jeans pocket?
THREE
It was not Ellie, but her younger sister Cynthy who woke Johnny next morning. And she didn't call up the steps, but came up quietly. He awoke to find the girl standing over him. Her jeans were so tight she looked like she was trying to use the seam to pop her cherry. He assumed she had one. She was only thirteen.
The girl standing over him was a redhead, about five-two or so. She was the sort of girl to be called cute rather than pretty, even to her cupid's bow mouth and the dusting of freckles across her nose. She was also plump, almost ridiculously big in the chest, which strained her blouse and looked as if she had a couple of big round rocks stuck in it.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, when his eyes came open. "Thought maybe I'd find you naked!"
"You better get your little ass out of here, kid," Johnny told her, with a yawn.
"Little?" She cocked her head to one side and gave him an arch look. Then she held out a neatly folded, blue workshirt. "Here's one of daddy's shirts, but it sure is a shame to cover up that chest!"
He sat up, stretching. "Yeah, well, I'll go bare-chested when you do, kid!"
Cynthy let him have the shirt, then started unbuttoning hers, smiling provocatively at him.
"Cynthy, beat it. Now."
Cynthy left off her unbuttoning with a toss of her head, and walked over to the loft stairs. The jeans were tight, and he watched those large, sexy asscheeks grinding together beneath the straining fabric. The faded blue denim looked as if it had about two seconds' more of life, before it split to spurt white ass in all directions. But it didn't.
With only her bust visible above the square hole in the floor that formed the stairwell, she looked back at him. "Boy, you sure must've done it to Ellie good! She's a regular sweetheart this morning!"
He made a threatening gesture, and she hurried on down, giggling. As he stood and started getting on her bedridden father's shirt, he heard the sound of a slap downstairs, then Cynthy's squeak. Johnny grinned. So Ellie was down there....
After they had done with the milking, they left Raquel in her stanchion while he went down to eat breakfast with the Smiths. Cynthy wasn't present; she took her meals up at the big house with Anne McGee. Johnny sat down at table with Ellie, who kept rubbing his left leg with her right, and her sister Sharkey, who kept rubbing his right leg with her left, and their mother. Arlie did not eat with them. Johnny asked about him. Ruth Smith bit her lip and said that her husband was bad off.
Ruth was too young to have a bed-bound husband. She was only thirty-six, looking a little older because she had worked all her life. She had married at fifteen, like so many others of her class and culture. She was mildly pretty, with gray streaks in her brown hair, and soft gray eyes. Her broad ass appeared really fabulous, though it was contained in a dress that did nothing for it, and she obviously possessed huge and floppy tits. Presumably, she had nursed all three of her daughters.
She was attentive to Johnny; women like Ruth had been raised to place the man first after God. She also looked at him a lot, but glanced swiftly away rather than meet his eyes when he looked up.
"I want to walk the place today," Johnny said. "Get to know it, get the feel of the farm."
"All of it?" Sharkey demanded, in her high voice. "There are two hundred and twenty-six acres!"
Johnny nodded, buttering another slab of cornbread. The seven o'clock sun flowed in the windows.
"You needn't walk it, John Robert," Ruth said. "There are the horses. George and Sam are all right for riding, although Suzie Q's a better riding horse."
"He likes to be called Johnny, Ruth," Ellie said. Johnny had noted already that both girls called their mother by her first name.
"OK, I'll ride. Want to come along and show me what's what, Ellie?"
She shot him a look. "I couldn't ride a horse today," she laughed-and Johnny noticed that her mother and Sharkey, too, were laughing. He remained highly interested in his plate.
"I'll go along," Sharkey said, and her mother suggested that maybe Miz McGee would want to. It was her place, now that she was a widow.
Sharkey, slim-faced and with dark red hair about the color of that red Guernsey waiting in the barn for Ben, was eighteen, and about five feet tall. She appeared darker in complexion than she was; up close you could see that she was nearly covered with freckles. She had a skimpy nose and a large mouth and really pretty teeth. She was slim, though busty like her mother and sisters, with big calves and an oddly small butt.
Johnny finished his second cup of strong coffee and sat straight.
"Well, it's time to get Raquel in with Ben," he said. "I'll need help."
"You sure will!" Ellie said, and she and Sharkey went out with him.
The white-painted dairy barn-whitewashed inside-and the older, worn-looking tobacco barn were about eight feet apart. The area between them had been turned into a run for Ben, with a ten-foot-tall fence completing the boundaries beyond the barns. The run was adjacent to a shed forming one side of the tobacco barn, and separate from it. There Ben could take shelter and get his food and water. He was a big and mean son of a bitch, never in a good humor and ever ready to make a try at any cow, human, or dog who ventured close to his territory.
The tall door leading from the bull run into the shed had been reinforced and cut at the bottom so that it would swing easily. It could be secured by dropping two big two-by-fours into place as bars. Both of them were arranged to be manipulated from above, and Johnny climbed the fence forming the front portion of Ben's enclosure while Sharkey went into the tobacco barn. She climbed the tier poles, long two-by-fours for the hanging of tobacco to be cured, and crossed over into the bull's shed, about fifteen feet above floor level.
She began making an assortment of ridiculous noises. His curiosity piqued, Ben pawed a few times, grumbled and then went into the shed to see what the hell was going on. From atop the fence, Johnny closed the tall shed door and dropped the bars.
Then they herded Raquel into the run, secured the reinforced fence-gate, and Johnny climbed up again to raise the bars holding Ben in. Ellie was frowning as he came down.
"Hey-you didn't open the door!"
He shook his head. "Let Ben butt it open," he said. "He'll smell and hear Raquel, and butting his way in to her will make him feel better about it. It'll impress her, too!"
Ellie and Sharkey laughed, giving each other looks. Then Ellie bade Sharkey go saddle up Sam and the gray mare, Susie Q, while Johnny went up to the big house.
Anne McGee was wearing a loose tunic dress that fell to mid-thigh and showed him her big legs. Hers was a big ass, too, and she looked a little skimpy in the chest because she had plenty of stomach. Like a lot of overweight women, she had lovely complexion and a very pretty face. No, she told him, she never rode. Call her super plump, Johnny thought, returning to the barns. He remembered that she was about forty.
Ben was out and into the bull run and mounting Raquel, who was staggering forward under his weight.
Johnny glanced back to see that Anne was still on her porch, watching. Her hands were clasped and moving. He noted that Ruth was watching too, from the window of her small white and blue-gray frame house.
Sharkey brought the horses out. Susie Q was a well-fed gray mare with a tail that was almost white. Sam was a big gelding, so dark brown that he was almost black, like Ellie's hair. Johnny checked the saddle's cinch-strap, thanked Sharkey, and they both mounted up.
They went through the wooden gate beside the dairy barn and through the lot-piled high to one side with cow manure mingled with straw; that would provide a lot of fertilizer for tobacco and hay fields. The cows ate the grass and hay, and gave milk and shit that went right back onto the ground to provide more milk and shit . ... Ecology was a word that Johnny had never heard until recently, when it got to be such a big thing. But he, like all farmers, knew all about it just the same.
They paced the horses down the back lot, past a long-abandoned '36 Ford, and across a little stream. Atop the bank of one of the two large ponds, Sharkey swept an arm.
"Over there behind the big house is the tobacco base. Beds on this side. The part right behind the house is the garden. Up on past it is the alfalfa field, twenty acres about. We've never had to buy hay. Over there's the hogs-"
"Yeah," Johnny said dryly, "I noticed." There was a little breeze wafting their way from the pigpen.
She didn't smile. "We've got seventeen this year. Plenty of meat, but Cynthy's always on Ruth to get her some sandwich meat to take in her school lunch, can you imagine?" She sighed. "Reckon she'll get it this year, if she stays on up there with An-Miz McGee. Now we go through this gate and on out to the fields."
They paced their horses through a multi-acre grove of locust trees, including the thorn variety that riders had to be so careful of; Sam, Sharkey warned, didn't have any sense at all and would walk close to thorny outcrops on the trees-and right under low branches, too.
Johnny was careful about that; Sam felt the firm hand and minded his manners.
She showed him the cornfield. They raised corn only to feed the horses and pigs, not to sell, and sometimes they had to buy Indiana corn, the big yellow hybrid stuff. The Halloween-looking corn-shocks stood where they'd been left, some half-fallen. He saw the pumpkin vines. The far end of the field was marked by a line of trees, and Sharkey said there was an old slave-built rock fence there. They'd come around to it. First they rode through the pastures. The cows paid little attention. Johnny saw some washout gulleys that needed some cedars in them before they got worse, and he noted evidences of ground-hogs around the third pond, almost in the center of the timothy pasture. He'd have to bring a gun out here to see about that. Ground hogs could play hell with ponds.
At the foot of the hill on the backside of the pasture, a sluggish stream ran between big piebald sycamores. They tied the horses, loosely so they could graze, and walked down the embankment. On the other side of the stream was a moss-and-lichen covered rock wall, built in the mid-1800's by slaves. It marked the boundary between the McGee and Williams places.
"Builders in cities are paying big money for old rocks like this," Johnny said, squinting at the ground for squirrel sign beneath a hickory tree.
"Well, I think they'd have to kill us first," Sharkey said. She was scrambling up onto the rock wall, then rising carefully and walking along it.
"Be careful," Johnny told her.
"Listen, one thing you don't do is tell me to-yi-i-i!" A rock slipped, grated; Sharkey's outstretched arms windmilled and she squealed again. Then she fell.
The wall was only about four feet tall, and since one of her feet also slid down the old stones, she didn't fall far. But even as Johnny hurried to her, he saw her mouth and eyes gape wide and knew from the sound and the jarring shock that ran through her, that she had really banged her ass on the rocks. Then she hit the ground, moaned, and rolled in the accumulation of old leaves and shade-plants.
He squatted beside her. "What hurts?"
She looked darkly up at him. "You saw what I hurt!" She put a hand back, wincing at the turning of her body. "Damn! I tore my jeans!"
"And maybe the skin, too. Let's have a look."
"At my ass?"
"I've seen asses before," Johnny told her. "If it's cut, we ought to do something."
She poked out the lower lip of her full mouth. "Like what, for pete's sake? You carry iodine or something around with you?"
He grinned. "If you cut your tail, Sharkey, iodine on it would hurt a lot more than the cutting! I don't know. Animals lick their wounds, and I always do, when I cut my finger or something like that."
She gazed at him, lying on her side, gingerly keeping her left buttock up. Then she flopped over, "I sure hope it's cut," she said.
He inspected the upturned ass. Sharkey's, as he had already noted, was a small backside, the cheeks not much in the bulge. There was a jagged rip in the denim covering the left cheek, and when he tugged it open he saw that she didn't bother with underwear. Her pink, freckled asscheek wasn't cut, but there was a red abrasion.
"She's got freckles on her but ... she's nice," Johnny sang, and bent close. He quickly forgot about medication as he began to run his tongue over the firm flesh.
"Ouch! That stings!" She wiggled.
"Think about what iodine would feel like!" He kept licking the girl's asscheek.
"May ... maybe," she said in a sighing voice, "you ought to pull my jeans down so you could make sure there isn't another place...."
He slid his fingers in between the backs of her thighs, just below the gentle curve of her butt. "If I pulled your jeans down, Sharkey, I'd likely forget about playing doctor."
She parted her thighs. "Forget it, then. It feels a lot better."
She scrambled around, wincing every time her wounded buttock touched ground or fabric, while he opened her jeans and drew them down. She had no stomach to speak of, a few freckles, and the riot of curly hair that adorned her pussy was a couple shades lighter than the roan color of that on her head. He also saw that she was wearing a tampon; the white string was much in evidence.
"Ha," she said softly, "guess I fooled you!" Her hand was moving over the big lump that had grown in the crotch of his pants.
"Yeah," he said, but unzipped his pants anyhow. His cock sprang out, thrusting out and up from his opened fly. While the hair of his head was brown, that curling over his crotch was definitely red. So was his beard, but he shaved two or three times a week, usually.
"O-o-ohhh, God," she sighed, "I can't let that pretty thing just go to waste, out here in the cold!"
Johnny shuddered when she darted her head forward to plant a warm, wide-mouthed kiss on the head of his pecker. It jerked. She smiled, tucked her hand under to feel his balls, and thrust out her tongue.
Johnny slid both hands forward to fondle her tits through her blouse. She wore a little jacket, open, and a pullover, knitted blouse beneath. She was a Smith; the big bulges he fondled were warm and swollen and firm.
Sighing, she eagerly wrapped her delicate lips around his hard male flesh and started in to suck it with great gusto. He groaned aloud as electrical fire raced through his balls and into his belly. Her head was bobbing up and down, hair tumbling forward onto his trousered thigh.
Suddenly she slid her head off it and looked up at him with eyes that had to be described as smoky, as if she were in a trance of some sort. She sighed and licked her lips.
"I just love cock," she said in a tiny voice. "I hope you don't mind-I love its juice, too."
Johnny shivered and clamped his two hands on either side of her face. "You get that juice, Sharkey, and see if I mind!" And he kissed her cocksucking mouth. She returned his kiss with a responsive hunger and her hands tugged at him.
"Damn," she murmured. "I always get so horny when it's the wrong time of month. Sometimes I think maybe God is against sex, like the preachers believe."
"I'm not," Johnny said, and grabbed her head downward to his loins once more.
First blowing sexily on it, she seized the swollen crown of his big tool with her lips. He felt the excruciating bliss of her tongue, like a darting wet serpent, and he groaned out his lust and his need.
Behind him the little stream chuckled over its rocks. Above, birds sang and called, and up the hill a cow emitted the low sound they make when they're talking. Johnny looked up at the way the trees dappled the sunlight, and he took in a deep breath and sighed it out.
His hands caressed Sharkey's hair, and she pressed her head against his palms.
Smiling in the pleasure of her power over him, she slid her hungry mouth on down and down his warm flesh. Her full, fleshy lips puckered around it. Hers was a large mouth, but Johnny's was a thick shaft of a cock, too.
She tried to drive him up the wall with teasing little bites to the stem of that jerking organ. Helpless in the grip of passion, he pushed with his hips. She took it, and she was sucking the iron-hard spike steadily now, sliding her mouth up and down its thickly swollen length. Johnny's hand slithered down and played over the hair and soft lips of her tampon-stuffed pussy. She hunched to his hand, and moaned.
Her juicy mouth and roving tongue ate him with overpowering sweetness. He shivered when she tilted her face and smiled lasciviously at him with his cock cuddled lovingly in her mouth. Her tongue dispensed sweet, provocative licks along its underside, and she let him see her hollowing her cheeks to suck on that lust-packed length.
"Damn," he groaned, "you're beautiful, you're beautiful."
She smiled around his sexual flesh.
Catching the string of her tampon in thumb and fingers, he began drawing it out and pushing it back in. She groaned and shiver after shiver went through her-and suddenly a pulsating excrescence was rubbing against his knuckles.
Johnny tilted his head to look down. His brows rose. Jesus! He remembered now what Ellie had said, and she sure had been right. Her sister Sharkey had a clit nearly the size of Johnny's little finger! it reared out and upward, visibly pulsing, looking all pink and swollen and in need of attention.
She groaned very loudly when he slid his thumb and forefinger over it. "AAggggghhh! Ah-ahhh-annnnnngh!" Her body began twitching with obvious lack of control.
Johnny jacked off the girl's oversized clit while she sucked off his cock.
Her mouth nibbled voluptuously, gently, and her head moved only a little, in a way that filled him with intense erotic pleasure and a terrible need to empty his taut nuts. They were simmering with passion.
He was helpless in passion, the prisoner of that clasping face. His cock bucked in unbridled need. He could barely continue fingering her big thrusting clitoris. He began fucking her mouth.
She accepted it lovingly, with more than willingness, and he trembled at the slurping sounds her prick-stuffed mouth made.
She sucked, and he fucked, and his balls boiled over.
Shooting what seemed a gallon of come into her sucking mouth, he watched and listened to her swallow it down and tug in search of more warm cream.
Stopping her at last, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he returned his quivering hand to her clit and frigged it until she too went off. She fell back, groaning and gasping, sobbing and drumming her heels, helplessly grinding her wounded ass into the crinkly leaves. They she lay there as if dead.
"Wow! Boy, how you two do turn on!"
Sharkey jerked up and Johnny swung around, nearly losing his balance. They stared. Cynthy gave them an impish grin, then turned and ran like hell. A few feet away, the white horse named George waited, and she grabbed the reins as she scrambled aboard. Then she was galloping off across the field. Her laughter streamed behind her to their ears. Their red ears.
"Little bitch!" Charlotte Ann Smith snarled.
Johnny squeezed her thigh. "Yeah-think you can ride OK? If we mount up and head back at a dead gallop, we can ruin her story by getting there about two seconds after she does."
She smiled and patted his wilted cock. "Don't worry about it. I don't think it matters. Mother already knows you and Ellie balled last night."
"What? How's she know?"
"If you knew Ellie better, you wouldn't ask, Johnny. She's so sweet today. You wouldn't believe what a bitch she is-been getting worse. I reckon after a girl marries and gets used to having one of these around all the time," Sharkey said, sighing as she tugged at his prick, "she gets the habit. And gets naturally mean when she doesn't get it regular." She leaned around, her hair falling onto his chest, to kiss him warmly. "I hope you've still got it in a few days when I ... get over the curse."
"I'll still have it," Johnny told her, "though your mouth may have spoiled me for your cunt!"
"We'll see about that!" she giggled, dragging her pants up and wincing at the roughness of the denim against her abraded butt. "Ow! Shit! I forgot about my wound!"
"I'll never forget it," Johnny told her, and he turned her over to give it a few more licks, through the rent in her jeans, before they rode back.
FOUR
Johnny was checking out the barn and the equipment to make sure it was all in working order, when Anne McGee came out. It sure was amazing how such a plump woman could be so attractive, he mused, and so sexy.
She told him that Ruth Smith said there was plenty of room in their house, and he could stay there. But that, Anne thought, was ridiculous. Here were she and Cynthy in the huge old master house, with room to spare for five like him. There was a big side room, she said, that she never used. It had been the parlor once, back a hundred and fifty or so years ago when the house was built. Now it was furnished, set up like a guest room, and even had its own Warm Morning oil heater. And a separate door-provided he was careful; there had been a porch on that side of the house once, and now the first step was a bad one!
At any rate, that would serve him very well, she thought. He could lock the door leading into the house any time he wanted, but could also come in and watch TV with her and Cynthy, eat with them-oh, and use the bathroom. Her late husband had put in indoor plumbing, with the pipes connected to the well out front. All Johnny would have to do was help her get the outside door open. It was nailed and boarded up.
That was done within two hours, and Johnny had his room: a big one, with high ceiling and worn old rug, maroon, under a double bed and two bedside tables and an enormous old chifferobe and several chairs. She put on clean bed linens, and loaned him a radio. "Loaned," she said, "for as long as you're here. I hope that's a long time, Johnny."
"Me too," he said, looking around. "And this sure will be nice."
"Your mother called while you were out in the fields, Johnny," the soft-voiced, cow-eyed woman told him. "The phone's in the hall if you want to call her."
"I'll go over next Tuesday night," he said. "That's pop's checker-playing night."
"You think you can avoid him the rest of your life?"
He shook his head. "Don't think that'll be necessary. But I don't care to come up face to face with him till I have to." He gave her a steady look, and watched her almost physical backing down.
"Of course, Johnny. Your mother would like to hear from you-"
"She can call again," he said, and looked at the plump little woman, and she nodded and acted nervous, then muttered something about potatoes on the stove.
After the evening milking, Johnny ate with Anne and Cynthy, ignoring all the looks the youngest Smith girl was giving him.
"Johnny-you're going to need some clothes. You sure didn't bring much with you, did you?" Anne asked deferentially.
"A man don't need much," he told her. "I'm all right."
"I can't see how you could mind if I loaned you the car tomorrow, and gave you a little money in advance, so you could go into Mount Morris and buy a few things."
Johnny thought about that, digging into the mashed potatoes and cream gravy. "Don't see how I could mind. That'd be real nice, I think. But I'd rather not drive your car."
"Sharkey drives it all the time," Cynthy put in. "She'd just love to take you!"
"Saturday," Johnny said, and that was that.
He turned down their offer to watch TV with them in the big, too-warm and old-smelling living room.
"Oh, Johnny," Anne said. "Shoes-what size shoes do you wear?"
"Ten and a half," he said. "C. Or eleven B, I believe it is."
She sighed. "So did Ed."
Johnny went into his room and listened to the radio, turning it this way and that to see how many stations he could get, and went to bed at nine-thirty. The bed was comfortable, and he was soon asleep.
When he came in from the morning milking, he stopped in the doorway. Over by his bed were lined up a pair of work shoes, a pair of the four-buckle galoshes called Arctics, and two pair of dress shoes, which his old man had always called "slippers." One pair was black, the other brown, and both were nicely polished. There were also a couple of worn house slippers.
Johnny turned around and went back into the living room.
Anne smiled at him from the small, old-fashioned couch where she and Cynthy sat in front of the television. "Decide to join us, Johnny?"
He shook his head. "About those shoes...."
"Johnny, they were Ed's. He did like shoes. And he's gone, passed on. There is no earthly use for them-except for Johnny Taylor to make use of them. I hope you will."
Johnny blinked. Every now and then something got to him and he felt that sting behind his eyes. He hated it. One thing the old man had taught him: tears weren't manly. Johnny hadn't cried since he was nine, although there had been times he'd wanted to.
He nodded. "I thank you, Miz McGee, very much."
She smiled. "I think you might as well call me Anne, Johnny."
"Don't think I could do that, but I sure do thank you for all those shoes," he said, and he returned to his room.
Later, he decided to use the bathroom before he went to bed, rather than stepping outside to piss. He liked pissing in the open, but that bathroom was a nice thing. The house was dark as he went through it-and stopped, listening. Funny noises from upstairs. Giving his head a jerk and reminding himself that eavesdropping was wicked, he went on into the bathroom.
The noises continued. Like slapping sounds, and moans too, and voices. Cynthy's and Anne's. Feeling pretty bad about it, Johnny yielded to his curiousity. He stole up the carpeted stairs. All was dark upstairs, but for the light that came out from a cracked-open door. Along with the noises-
SPLAT! "Uh-oh, ohhh."
Johnny sneaked along the hall and peeped in that crack of a not-quite-closed door. And his eyebrows climbed his forhead.
Anne McGee was naked, and she was big, all right. Johnny was looking right at her big upturned ass. The ham-like, snowy-white cheeks bore dark marks all over their great surfaces. She was kneeling in a chair, facing its back-and tied to it! A length of harness leather was around her middle, snubbing her to the chair's ladder back, and her shoulders were bowed, her arms running down to be bound together and then secured to one of the chair's rungs.
Cynthy, wearing a pair of black panties and nothing else, was whipping the older woman. With one of those long, straight, and barely whippy canes you won at fairs and school festivals by throwing rings or shooting so-and-so many baskets, or whatever. This one was blue, and the head was a plain knob rather than one of the fancy plastic ones that broke so easily. It was blue and yellow swirled.
It was a terrible whip, Johnny thought, feeling his heartbeat step up and his pants tighten as his prick came alive inside. It was a stick. He stood there and watched, while Cynthy drew back and aimed, then swung another hard blow with that cane, about as thick as a piece of chalk and about three feet long.
It struck the big upturned cheeks of Anne's pale ass with a splat-chunk! sound that sank it into the meaty rounds. The woman lurched and groaned and jerked her head back and forth. Cynthy held the cane in place, right where it had struck, and sawed it back and forth a few times. Then she withdrew it, and Johnny watched those swollen asscheeks tighten up and take on long oval shapes.
Surprise on top of surprise: now Cynthy stepped forward and kissed the place she'd struck, licking all along the beginning glow of the new stripe. The woman bound to the chair moaned and sighed and shifted nervously.
"I think just about three more like that, all on the same place, and then I'll stick this big ole knob up your pussy," Cynthy said.
Johnny gasped and for a moment he was fearful that they might have heard the sound. But no, they were both far too caught up in what they were doing-whatever the holy everloving hell that was! That little snip of a tenant-farmer girl, using the cane on the big bum of the forty-year-old woman who owned the place! And both of them stripped down, all except for Cynthy's panties-the shiny black briefs just making her look that much sexier.
There was so much to see and to think about that it was only later that Johnny thought about how really big and fat and firm, honestly outjut-ting like a couple of fleshy artillery shells, Cynthy Smith's thirteen-year-old jugs were. Why, with those she should've been able to get her picture into all sorts of men's magazines, if she wanted to!
Anne had made no reply to Cynthy's lewd and casual mention of what she meant to do next. But Johnny saw the tense shudder that ran through the frame of the blond woman who managed to look so plump and yet so little, all at once.
Cynthy stepped back and took a full arm swing to land the nasty cane on the sweeping curve of one mammoth, tensed asscheek. The jolting shock onto the other purpling bruises already etched into her shrinking, burning big cheeks snapped Anne's head up and brought a groan from her open-flying mouth that was almost a throaty scream. She sagged, trembling, and her whipped butt practically glowed as the blood filled its moons.
Johnny was just about to step in and interrupt the sadistic scene when Anne spoke. Her voice was low, tense, tear-filled-and excited.
"You-you'd better gag me, honey," the bound woman said, twisting her head to her adolescent flagellatrix. "We don't want to disturb our new man in the house!"
"Hmp! I'd love to disturb our man!" Cynthy said, and Johnny jerked back from the door just as she started to glance that way.
He went back downstairs as quietly as he could, wondering, marveling ... and shivering. His cock was a mighty bursting-dam pressure in his pants. He knew he'd never get to sleep without beating his meat half off, this night! He felt like he had a load of come to top anything he'd ever shot off before!
He entered his darkened room silently and drew the door carefully closed behind him, turning the knob and then releasing it slowly so that it wouldn't click. He was starting to turn, already jerking his belt out of its buckle, when the voice came out of the darkness. It jolted him nearly as hard as the swung cane had jolted that poor woman upstairs.
"Better lock it, Johnny. That is, if you want to take up where we left off yesterday morning."
It was crazy ... but he hadn't been here long enough to know all their voices yet. There were too many women around, and this one was whispering, anyhow. From his bed, he could tell that.
"Where we left off? Yesterday morning?"
She giggled. "Well, I just sort of figured I was going to get myself poked someplace, my time of the month or not, until that damned Cynthy came along!"
Sharkey, he thought, smiling in the darkness. He went over to the bed, holding his pants up with one hand.
"Look what I've got," he said.
"Look? I can't see a damned-good God! Do you go around with a hard-on ALL THE TIME?"
"Just when I hear your voice," he said, not about to tell her about the incredible scene upstairs. He didn't know if her sister was a sadist, or Anne McGee was a maso-whatever-it-was, or both, but he didn't think he'd be talking much about it! He let his pants drop as her hand, her fingers cool, slid up under his big erection and tickled his nuts.
"Damnation!" she murmured excitedly, and rammed her mouth halfway down the battle standard of his crotch.
Johnny let her suck it for about a minute, but what he had witnessed upstairs was far too exciting for him to be still, to be a passive recipient of fellatio, no matter how skillfully and sweetly applied to his prick.
She made a high-voiced squeaking sound when he tipped her over backward on his bed. But he was following swiftly, rushing up between her widespread thighs and ignoring that squeaky little plea:
"J-Johnny-be easy, be gentl-ulllllllgh!"
He was incapable of being easy and gentle, not this time. He powered the meat to her, drubbing the soft, quivering surface of her naked belly and filling up the anxious hole set deep down in its base.
"G-o-odddhhh!" she gasped out.
He fucked her fast and hard, with rapid thrusts of his pelvis that created a humid turbulence within her. She was so hot inside that he groaned, remembering that she had only just completed her period and had probably pulled her plug only a short while before she came up here to his room in the big house to get herself dicked. The heat conspired with a marvelous tightness to send shivers of rapture-filled lust up and down his spine.
The tightness of her writhing pussy seemed to grab him, and Johnny wallowed happily on the girl's hot, sweaty, pulsating body.
She was groaning constantly, thrashing her head back and forth. Her fingers dug at his upper arms and shoulders. He remembered her outsized clitoris and knew that he was raking it with his pelvic bone and his wiry pubic hair.
He fucked her strongly with long, slowing strokes, easing down now to grind hard into the tender flesh of her slippery pussy and crush its rosy lips with his groin. She grew increasingly more slippery inside as he buried the joint deep within her and her cunt oiled itself, more and more, in sensual ecstasy.
Forcing his meat deep, he agitated it inside her with rocking motions of his pelvis. The gliding, inward punching of his swollen knob filled her with a feeling of sweet pleasure that swept all through her desiring body. Her dark red hair snapped back and forth as she rolled her head to and fro.
His lunging cock came out coated with her warm fluids, spattered her thighs with it, and plunged back for more.
Her hands slicked lovingly over him and she arched her back to titillate him with the pressures of her hard-tipped tits, surging against his chest. Shivering, he lost himself in a lascivious cunt-stabbing sensuousness.
Her mouth oozed little moans as she twitched in a helpless and rapture-dictated response.
His big pussy-plunger swabbed out the dilated hole behind her mound of silky hair and rubbed its every surface against the pulpy interior of her cunt. His repeated strong inthrusts were plunging it up and up in her, deeper and deeper into the hungry gap of her boiling cunt.
The constant grinding and sliding over her super-developed, super-sensitive clit was something she couldn't take long, not long at all. She was half out of her mind with the glowing, tingling excitement of delirious sensuality raised to an extravagant peak.
" An orgasm hit her like a fist in the belly. She tried to fold up, to contort, and he smacked her body with his and ground in hard, to keep her in place. Contractions were coming hot and fast around his cock as she made it, and he didn't want to miss a second of it.
Keeping the heavy organ way up inside the hot depths of her oozing, clutching cunt, he lay deliberately still, holding back with all his strength while she whined beneath him in the grip of a frenzied torment of ecstasy and need.
Then he began moving again, and in four short, hard, jolting thrusts he had triggered his own orgasm. Sperm snaked warmly into her to mingle with her own flowing juices. Sighing, she drew him down to her and kissed and licked his ear and cheek while his penis soaked in their combined fluids.
"Lord-lord God, Johnny ... you sure did come on strong!" she said after a while. "You acted like you hadn't had any in months!"
He laughed. "Seeing your pretty red pussy all plugged up just made me want it more, Sharkey. And as soon as you put your mouth on my dick I wanted it in you."
Suddenly he slipped it out of her, still thick and hard, and moved up over her body. Her eyes bulged as she saw what he was bringing her-a still-hard penis that looked ready to go again, without a break.
"It's-it's still all hard!"
Kneeling astride her with his butt resting lightly on her, he smiled. His hands went out to grip and squeeze her breasts in loving pressures. "Yeah," Johnny said. "And slippery with both our comes. I think I'll just fuck your tits."
"My ti-nobody ever tried that before!"
Laughing, he gathered up the remarkable contours of her bosom with both hands and shoved them callously, firmly, together. He heard their sweat-wet smack, and he grinned at Sharkey's little gasp. He crammed her pale tits together and brought his face down against the single satiny pillow he thus created, turning slightly from side to side to tease and taste each nipple in turn.
Sharkey sighed and shivered as new libidinal urges rippled through her. The pink crests of her sexy jugs swelled, growing harder and harder until they were enormous, twin red peaks that jutted defiantly upward from her breasts.
Johnny backed up a little, smiled down at the valley between them. It was very tight and narrow now, and damp with sweat. He gave her a lecherous grin.
Then he tightened his buttocks and drove his cock up through the deep valley between the white mountains with their red peaks. His rampant penis was a dark mass between them, and it felt full and heavy there, catching their warmth and radiating it back. She sighed, shivered-and brought up her own hands to hold her tits together for him.
"You are!" she crooned. "You actually are fucking my titties!"
"I'd like to fuck every part of you! Oh, that's good, that's good-just hold them there for me!"
She held them there for him. He began sawing furiously in and out of the snug, warm tunnel that the single bulging mound her united tits created.
She giggled happily, straining her neck to watch the emergence of his cock's fat head between the upper portions of her breasts, pressing the soft masses together with her own hands to surround his thumping erection with warm titty. And feeling, feeling his big hard hot cock gliding back and forth between them.
His steady stroking of her quivering breasts forced delicious tremors all through her. It was exciting, thoroughly lewd and somehow just wonderfully obscene, having him ride her this way, sitting astride her nakedly sprawled body, and fucking away at her titsy valley as if it were a proper receptacle for his swollen, slick length.
"Can you ... do you think you can come this way?"
"I don't know. Want to find out?"
"You don't-haven't you ever done this before?"
Johnny laughed. "Nope."
"Then-then whatever made you think of it, with me?"
"It seemed the thing to do, all of a sudden. You inspire me." He pressed his own hands over hers, mashing her thick jugs together. "And these are beautiful titties, Sharkey. They deserve a little action."
She giggled, then sighed as a little frown crossed her face. "Cynthy's are bigger," she said quietly.
"Cynthy's just a kid," he told her, rocking and thrusting, slipping and sliding his cock up the tunnel of her tits.
His words made her shiver with pleasure and smile. "Johnny? Do-do you think you can ... get a little further up me? I mean ... toward my face? You know what I like."
"You like cock, Sharkey." She sighed. "Yes," she whispered. "You like sucking cock," he said, sawing, stroking, rocking her and the bed, making her large white tits shudder and ripple creamily as his cock slid in and out between them.
"Yes," she whispered. "Is that ... terrible?"
"I think it's wonderful," Johnny said, and he moved up her body.
She groaned at the renewed pressure on her belly and ribs as he moved closer to her face. Gazing down at the sexy, cocksucking lips getting so near the sensitive bulb of his prick, Johnny shuddered, wanting to drive into her face, thinking of her mouth's moist cavern of warmth closing around his sensitive meat.
He pushed, the lower curves of his buttocks riding up onto those of her breasts. With her eyes fixed on the heart-shaped head of his penis, she stretched her neck. He watched her tongue come out, and he leaned forward a little to get both hands behind her head. He didn't pull strongly, he merely supported her head while she began to lick his cock.
She excited his livid prick with a lingual massage, teasing him until he wanted to cram it down her throat and tickle her tonsils with hard, prodding flesh. Then she strained forward a little more. She turned her lapping attention to the big shining balls in their swollen sac, and Johnny groaned aloud.
Soon he was hunching gently, riding the rounded perfection of her tits, because she was sucking his cock, taking the big cylinder of flesh deep into her mouth, licking, salivating, beginning to suck fiercely.
He began sawing in and out of her mouth, fucking her flushed cocksucking face and probing even farther to find her throat with the bulging head. It was lovely, beautiful to watch and intensely exciting to experience. She not only knew what she was doing, she did it with such love for the taste and feel of cock in her mouth! His every nerve-ending seemed to be swollen up and rawly pulsing, ready to burst.
Also, still in his mind was the exciting aspect of Anne McGee's big upturned ass, the cheeks slightly spread by her kneeling position, the pale fur of her cunt barely showing between the backs of her round thighs ... the way Cynthy's huge tits jumped and bounced and swung, all ripply, as she moved ... the sight of that cane sweeping through the air and striking the proffered rump, and the swishing then cracking sound of it....
Sharkey's thirstily milking mouth slid smoothly up and down his round-tipped cudgel, emitting muffled moans of excitement. He writhed helplessly in the grip of uncontrollable feelings. His blood pounded. His head went light. He began stabbing harder with his hips, fucking her mouth and watching how willingly she accepted it. Then his scrotum went tight, his balls trying to dodge up into his belly, and he knew he was about to blow.
"You ... 're ... sucking ... me ... offffffff!"
She let him see the edges of her prick-stuffed mouth curve up slightly in a little smirk-and then she was gulping, swallowing again and again, as a raging flood of warm come sluiced turbulently up her tongue and rushed down her throat.
Greedily, almost painfully now as his exploded cock began to become more and more sensitive, she continued to suck. Johnny stood it as long as he could. Then he groaned aloud, shivered all over, and swiftly pulled his well-sucked and totally drained penis out of her oral grip.
Behind, his prick left shining traces of wetness on her mouth. First making certain that he was watching, the smiling girl ran her tongue lewdly out and licked off every drop.
He flopped over to lie beside her for a long while in silence. His hand found hers, and they twined fingers like a couple of kids.
"Well," Sharkey said at last in her high voice, "I like having my titties fucked!"
"You," he told her, squeezing her hand, "are way too much!"
She chuckled. "I guess I drained you!"
With his other hand, he surreptitiously began rubbing his cock. "Yeah. You practically sucked off the head of my dick! I may not have another erection for ... for...." He trailed off, stroking, stroking.
"Days?" she asked, with a smile in her voice. "Weeks, maybe? Even-" She came up onto one elbow beside him. Then her eyes caught sight of what he was doing. "My dear God!"
He hadn't told her about his odd prick, that needed to shoot twice just to get limbered up. Or hardened up. And obviously, her sister Ellie hadn't shared word of its powers with her. What she saw now was not limp peter, but hard cock, swollen up thick and rigid and red with lust, itching to submerge itself in something wet and soft and warm.
He turned his head to smile at her. She put out a hand to touch his big hard-on, as if to assure herself she was not suffering an optical illusion. She wasn't. It was hard and chick and hot. "Wow!"
He raised a hand to toy idly, teasingly with one of her breasts, pendulous in her elbow-propped position. "Well, if you think you've used it all up, and if you're all used up ... how about sending Ellie up when you get back to the house?"
She gave him a fierce look, held his eyes for a moment, and then fell back laughing. "You big-you-you man, you! Me, all used up? Never! Just let me get the kinks out of my mouth from the way you've already stretched it, and I'll show you how used up I am!"
"Nope. Uh-uh," Johnny said. He shook his head against the sheet beneath its back. "Oh no. No more of that. Lessee ... we've had it in your beautiful red pussy, and between your titties, and in your mouth ... what's left. Sharkey?" His hand slid down to cup one cheek of her strangely unbulging ass.
"Oh no!" She jerked and a shiver went through her. "No!" She slapped at his wrist. "Not there!"
Johnny hadn't thought so. He'd heard about that, about sodomy, buggery, ass-fucking. But he'd never had a piece of that. He didn't really expect to. An asshole was a tiny thing, and his cock wasn't. He wasn't even certain that it was possible. He chuckled.
"Well then," he said, "would you like to play cow and bull?"
A little tremor ran through her, and she was silent as she thought about that for a while. Then she flopped excitedly to him and one large breast smacked him as she shot her head down to kiss his mouth.
"Yes!" she said excitedly. "Yes! Let's do that!" Her face clouded. "But ... Johnny ... no cheating, hear? I mean ... be sure you get it up me in ... the right place."
He squeezed her breast gently. "I swear," he told her.
Then he watched while she got bouncily up onto her hands and knees. She wagged her butt, looking back at him. "Well, Ben? Moo!"
Smiling, Johnny got quickly up onto his knees behind her, his third big hard-on bobbing and swinging wildly. He placed his hands on her hips and looked down between them.
Her asscheeks were long, unbulging ovals, bigger than a man's but not much. He shivered, thinking about how far he could get up the dark forbidden hole between them if he tried. But he wouldn't. He had promised. Beneath and between those cheeks, between her parting thighs, he could see the curling fleece that formed a mossy little nest over her red-haired vulva. It was pretty, exciting, sexy, and he moved quickly to slip a hand in and under it.
She groaned when he cupped the voluptuous swell of her cunt, groaned again and shivered when his fingers found its damp cleft and the large protuberance of her fantastically developed clitoris. Then she began to shiver and moan, throwing back her head and stiffening, for Johnny continued to press and roll it between his fingers and thumb.
In a few seconds, Sharkey sighed out a series of gasping little cries and went weak and jerking in orgasm.
As the spasms took her, Johnny pressed close and shoved his cock easily up into the wet, slick warmth of her cunt from behind.
She thrust herself strongly back against him. The fresh, raw wound of her snatch clung excitedly around his prick and was hurled aside by the driving force of his body against her buttocks. His hairy thighs rammed and smacked her flaring white asscheeks noisily.
He smacked hell out of her twinned balls of ass-flesh, pile driving his big prick into her glorious cuntal cleft with every ounce of his strength. She groaned and grunted. Her tits jumped wildly up and down and swung to and fro. There were chunky, sweaty noises as they slapped each other in their restless dance beneath her bowed body.
He pulled apart the silky-smooth ovals of her butt, fucking the hole beneath them. An almost savage fury of wanton delight seized her and she strained backwards with her buttocks, working them against his hairy, sweaty groin.
The excited girl's cunt swallowed his cock and squeezed it, all along its thick stem.
Groaning and hunching in surging desire, shaking her hips to spiral her eager pussy around on the torrid length of his rugged flesh, she fucked herself.
He was moving with no less savage urgency than she. Fucking her for the third time in less than two hours, he belted it to her with great pistoning strokes that jarred her entire body. Then, as she paused, exhausted and sweating, he eased off to savor the delicious feeling of his meat wrapped in the warmth of her cunt.
"Move, Sharkey," he told her. "Fuck yourself! Jerk and push and wiggle your hips-fuck yourself, Sharkey!"
She did. Grunting and sighing, she plunged her bottom recklessly. His cock thrilled to the insatiable wantonness of her hot, squirming body and the way her pussy seemed to clutch him. He moved with her, punching in hard and deep and feeling the familiar urgency rising in his balls.
Then it was happening. He humped furiously in the final triggering of his climax, and his jerking, fiercely distended cock started creaming her insides with his steaming load.
She took it up her with sighs and little moaning cries, and the welcome injection of his come into her body, along with the knowledge that she had succeeded in getting him up, and then off, three times, sent her into another writhing climax of her own.
He was already asleep and she was walking a little bowlegged when she at last got herself dressed, bent to kiss him, and left his room to creep back down to her house and try to get into bed without waking Ellie. Johnny slept, dreaming of nothing.
FIVE
After three days with Ben, Raquel was no longer receptive to the seemingly tireless sexual advances of the bull. Ellie, Cynthy and Johnny let the big red cow out of the pen, and she went happily off to join the other cows, calling to them even as she trotted along with her big milkbag swinging back and forth beneath her.
"Bowlegged," Ellie laughed. "I sure know how she feels."
Johnny looked at her. "You've screwed with Ben?"
She punched him in the firmly muscled stomach. "No, silly-with a bullish man!"
Later that day, Doctor Breen came to see Arlie Smith, and after leaving the small frame house he came out to the barn where Johnny was tuning up the tractor.
"Hello there, John Robert. Getting along all right here?"
"All right, Doc. Call me Johnny, will you?"
"Um-sure. Johnny-I'm glad you're here. All these women-folk work hard and are good people, but-they are women, and they sure need a man on the premises."
Johnny looked into the gray-blue eyes of the county's only doctor. "Doc? What-what about Arlie Smith? He going to get back on his feet?"
Doctor Breen gazed at him a few seconds, then shook his head. And he turned and left. Standing in the barn doorway, Johnny watched the rattly old Corvair drive out of the lot and along the gravel-and potholes-road to the main highway nearly a mile off. The doctor's wife drove the all-options Buick, the biggest car sold in Mt. Morris.
Johnny didn't know if the doctor had merely been shaking his head the way members of his profession did when they didn't want to give a direct answer to an uncomfortable question, or if he meant to indicate that Arlie Smith was down on his back for good.
Johnny sighed and went back to work.
A couple of hours later, he putted the tractor all around the lot, smiling proudly; it sounded as good as one of the brand-new ones they were always showing off at the fairs. After putting it away again, he went to the dairy barn and upstairs to rearrange some hay in the loft and drop more down for the cows.
He had a hay-hook in each hand and was tugging a bale to the square drop-hole when he glanced up at a flicker of movement. Perched high atop the stack bales at the loft's rear was Cynthy Smith.
She grinned. "Hi!"
"Hello, Cynthy. You got no work to do?"
She ignored the question. "Listen, did you and Ellie screw up here or down there?"
He stopped and gazed steadily up at her. "Cynthy, what men and women do together is something that's done, not chattered about. Now when you're older, you'll know about that."
Cynthy stared, then assumed a pouting expression, and Johnny went back to work. After a couple of minutes, she spoke.
"Hey, Johnny? I heard a funny noise in the house last night," she said. "Did, ah, you come upstairs?"
Johnny considered lying, but decided against it. He finished bursting open the bale he held. Using his knee in the middle and his hands on each end like playing an accordion, he shoved it down to the barn below. Then he straightened and looked at her thoughtfully, before going over to sink a hook into another bale of alfalfa.
"You two were making a lot of noise up there," he told the girl.
Silence.
Then, "You ... see anything, John Robert?"
Again he answered without looking at her. "Yep, I did. Go easy on her now, Cynthy. You better make sure she can, ah, still sit down, after your ... sessions."
And he went back down the steps. He didn't hear any odd noises that night. Cynthy and Anne, he thought, visualizing what the small but so-plump woman's big butt must look like about now, must be cooling it. He wondered if the girl had told her older "victim" about what he'd said. They had acted all right at dinner . ... Johnny went to sleep.
He had tired himself out last night....
Friday night, both Sharkey and Ellie went over to Mt. Morris to the skating rink. Anne, Cynthy said, was feeling a little bad, and she stayed inside with her while Johnny started the evening milking. Ruth came out to help.
"Don't you need to be in with Arlie, Ruth?" he asked, watching her carry a heavy load up to the front of the barn with apparent ease. He could see her large asscheeks tautening and loosening bounc-ily under her longish dress, with each step.
She sighed. "He's asleep. Sleeps a lot, now. Arlie has a lot of pain, and I think the medicine Doctor Breen gave him must make him feel sleepy."
Johnny nodded. Poor Arlie. Poor Ruth. He wondered how much sex life she and Arlie had had. Well, whatever, he thought, all this time without, sure must be hard on both of 'em!
They milked almost in silence, carried the milk up to the cooler room-the "springhouse," in days long gone-and washed up the machines. Health Department rules. Selling milk put them in the food business, and the sanitary inspector came around once a month.
As they came out of the stone building, Ruth said, "Come on down to the house, Johnny. I made a nice blackberry cobbler today, and we didn't eat half of it at supper."
"Aw, I-"
"Oh, come on," she said. "You got a long way to go yet before you have to start worrying about your weight. That's my problem."
He smiled and nodded, walking along beside her in the darkness. "Don't show much," he said.
"For a woman who's birthed three kids, you've sure kept your figure, Ruth."
Not looking at him, she laughed nervously. "Four," she said. "We had the boy that died ... broke Arlie's heart ... but you're just flattering me, Johnny, and don't say you aren't."
"OK, but I think Ellie and Sharkey and Cynthy'll be mighty lucky if they look as good as you a few years from now."
He stood in the living room, looking at nothing in particular, while she went down the hallway. She came out of a room and closed the door behind her. "Still sleeping," she said quietly, and went into the kitchen.
She served Johnny a big helping of glazed blackberry cobbler in the living room, and along with it she brought him a glass of blackberry wine. She had made it, and she watched him while he ate and drank. She too had a glass of the dark, sweet wine.
Johnny noted that her blouse had somehow got itself undone. Not just one button, but two. He could see a lot of big soft-looking white breast-flesh. That didn't happen by accident, he thought, forking up the last of the cobbler. She wants me to see her tits....
He set the shallow bowl aside and looked up to smile at her.
"That was surely better cobbler than my mother ever made," he said. "And this wine is good-sinful to my old man!"
"The Lord didn't say we shouldn't drink spirits," Ruth said, "and certainly not wine! He made some himself, at the wedding feast at Cana."
One thing Johnny sure didn't want to get into was discussing religion! He nodded, smiled, took the bull by the horns and said, "It sure is easy to see where the Smith girls get their big bosoms."
A shiver went through the Smith girls' mother as she sat gazing at him with unreadable gray eyes. Unreadable? They seemed to sparkle, all of a sudden....
Then she opened her blouse the rest of the way and showed him a mightily stuffed white brassiere that was big but still overflowing with creamy white flesh.
Johnny shook his head. "God, Ruth, you better put those away. I get excited easy."
She sighed. "I don't think they're so sexy," she said, looking down into the vast crevasse separating the big white hills bulging out from her body and up from her brassiere's cups. "I nursed all four kids with these breasts."
Johnny laughed, a little nervously. "I reckon you couldn't go braless," he observed. "But I think it'd be fun to see."
She shook her head. Then, seconds later she had pulled one huge white tit up out of its cup and was showing him just how big they were-she sucked her own thumb-sized nipple. Johnny watched quivers of excitement go through her. He felt them in himself, too.
"Been a long time, hasn't it, Ruth?"
She looked at him with her hand full of tit. She nodded, and he saw that the sparkle in her eyes was wetness. Tears.
After a moment of gazing at him, Ruth got up and went back along the hall to check that back bedroom again. She opened the door silently, put her head in, and said her husband's name. Twice.
Then, when there was no reply but a restless snoring, she pulled the door shut and returned. She undressed as she came.
She wasn't small. The great pendants of her breasts covered her chest and rib cage and rolled corpulently over her upper abdomen above the mound of her belly. Oddly light-furred, her cunt bulged forward and out between snow-white thighs so round that they rubbed together when she walked. Yet her ankles were trim, showing that she had once been nearly as slim as Ellie. And even from in front Johnny could see that her backside was just as big and firm as it looked under her clothes.
Johnny got up and dropped his pants, then unbuttoned and doffed his shirt. For a moment they stood looking at each other. Then Ruth made a low moaning sound, and Johnny went swiftly to her.
He learned quickly that she didn't want to kiss or be kissed. Not on the mouth. Maybe she thought that should be reserved for her husband. But she wanted to hold him, to be held, to rub her belly against the big pillar of his cock. She liked having her superabundant tits played with, too, and Johnny spent a long while fondling and sucking them. They were like hugely swollen marshmallows, enormous and yet flaccid.
Then his hand was running over her cunt, and she trembled and made little gasping noises. With her hands on his buttocks, kneading and massaging the hard rounds, Johnny moved her to the couch with its flowered, skirted cover. They sank down, and he sucked titty some more, while she took his cock in both hands-they were strangely small hands, and very warm. She rubbed and pulled it.
His own hand wandered about through her glorious reddish-brown bush of pubic hair, testing its softness and the resiliency of her muscular mound-no marshmallow, the pubic bulge! She groaned and squeezed his prick as he slid a finger inside.
Her cunt was warm, damp, and capacious. He slipped in another finger, sliding them around to explore inner membranes like wet silk. Then another finger, easily, and then he had all four fingers up her cunt and the thumb pressing on the small, flesh-buried node of her clit. Vibrant with passion, she sighed and squirmed. Her plump thighs were well apart to give him free access to her pussy depths.
Jesus Christ, Johnny thought in sudden misery, my cockll be lost up inside this big hole!
Moaning, she stammered, "Uh-this-this thing is even bigger than ... than Ar ... bigger than anything I've felt before," she amended, not wanting to say her husband's name. Ten or so feet away, down a short hall and behind a closed but unlocked door, his twisted body lay asleep.
"So," Johnny said without happiness, "is this." And he pushed his thumb in, with his four fingers. Her well-oiled and queen-sized hole took them all.
As he moved his fingers inside her, she began panting in animal pleasure, jerking and shaking her mammoth tits as her body quaked in excitement-and then in a monumental sexual convulsion. Suddenly, as she came, sweat streamed from her outer flesh and hot juices from her inner. She hunched his hand....
When he had recovered somewhat, Ruth looked down between their naked bodies-and her eyes widened.
"Oh my God! I didn't know ... your whole hand!"
Johnny sighed and nodded. Those orgasmic hunches of hers had done it. His whole hand was buried in soft, slimy membranous cavern ... up to the wrist.
She groaned only a little when he eased it out of her, and then she was jerking at him, hunching, and Johnny moved a little and his cock fell into her big cunt and was lost to the balls in an instant. She fell back on the couch, groaning and pulling at his shoulders. Johnny rose a little, hoisted his ass-and pushed. He felt about half his balls slide into her wet gap.
It was not only the first time he had ever had so much of himself inside a pussy ... it was the first time he had ever failed to feel any sort of friction, at all.
But she flopped back on the couch and nipped him with her meaty, strong thighs, and he pillowed himself comfortably on her grinding, soft body, and he plunged his cock in and out of her, all the way to her core, with the greatest of ease. Too damned much ease.
"Johnny, oh Johnny-I need it so much, I've needed cock for so long! Seems I never got enough anyhow, and now, with Arlie down and all-ah-aggh, that feels so good, so good! Screw me Johnny, screw me, I want to feel you come inside me!"
Working his hand in under her huge, jiggling buttocks, Johnny slid first one and then two fingers up into her sopping cunt, along with his cock. He was fucking his hand as much as he was her, that way, as much masturbating as fucking.
She really went wild when he pierced her rectum with an errant finger. "Oh-gaaaaah! Oh, oh-yes, yeah, do that, do that, shove it in further-GOD, I'm gonna-" And she came again.
It was easy. Johnny hoisted her willing thighs while she shook in her orgasm, pulled his cock out of her big squishy cunt hole, and fed it in between the gorgeous globes of her fleshy behind. She didn't even seem to notice when the head of his cock vanished inside a very hot, fantastically tight hole. Her hands pulled and moved sweatily over him in a frenzy.
"Oh, uh-ohhh ... oh God, Johnny ... ahhh, so good ... you ... oh!"
Her soles were aimed at the ceiling, and she churned her big fleshy legs on either side of his body. His prick went farther into her ass. Hers was the loosest, saggiest cunt he could have dreamed of-but this hole, this tight hot damp asshole, was marvelous! And the cheeks were so meaty, so firm ... she'd had damn little time, Johnny realized, for sitting on her ass in her hard-working life! And he pushed some more cock up her asshole.
"Agh-ah, Johnny, that's good, really good-I can feel your finger way up inside my-my bottom!"
"That's not my finger, Ruth."
She froze. Her whole body went stiff, and he shivered when he felt a sudden tightening of her rectal muscles around his cock.
"You mean-you-your...?" She reached down with one hand, felt around. She shivered.
"My God! You've got all that great big pecker up my-my bottom, and I didn't even KNOW it!"
He nibbled at her tits. "It was made for me, Ruth. It was made for fucking. Your bottom hole and my dick go together like a hand in a glove. And your cunt is purely too big for me to get off in."
That last, he thought, was a little callous, unkind. But he might as well tell her the truth. He hadn't been getting much out of fucking her in the normal place, and this was just beautiful, and she was the one, after all, with the big overpowering need. It wasn't as if he was going around looking for thirty-six-year-old fat women with pussies like barn doors. He wasn't begging, and he wasn't hard up.
But he could love her forever, with his cock up her ass!
"J-Johnny? Do-do you really believe adultery's a sin?"
He sighed and squeezed one big asscheek at the same time as his other hand pressed the pulpy flesh of her breast. "I'm no Bible expert, Ruth. But it seems sinful to me to expect a sex-needing woman to just do without, when her man is ... not able."
She squeezed him hard and tight, convulsively. "And ... and it's just as sinful, surely, for a bull-potent young man not to have a nice tight place to put his pecker, isn't it?"
He had to chuckle. "Now you said that, Ruth. I didn't. But-maybe so. And this sure does feel good. And it does to you too, I know that."
She squeezed him again. "Yes! Yes, of course-it does, it feels so good-your finger felt so good up inside my ... my...."
He sucked one thumb-long nipple. "Go ahead and say it, Ruth. Might's well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb!"
She laughed aloud and jerked her pelvis in a way that sank still more cock up her hot tight rectum.
"Yes, yes, you're right again ... do it then, Johnny, do it-fuck my asshole!"
Johnny began doing just that. It was marvelous, really really good, like fucking the tightest cunt imaginable, and he kept thinking it was just that, a soft, magnificently fleshy woman with a cunt like a child, all hot and tight and grasping. It was easy to think of her rectum as a vagina, too, lying atop her on the couch this way. He didn't know anything about assholes, but it was definitely getting wetter, whether it oozed oil like a cunt or was just getting sweaty. Whichever, it was all the better. It remained tight, but his cock flowed in and out with more and more fluid ease.
Feeling her canal stretch hugely around the big heaving slab of male meat he buried far in her, she groaned and her body flexed in uncontrolled erotic response. The writhing suction pump of her anal pussy was frothing as he plunged deeply and smoothly in and out of its tight, ring-like outer grip, pushing his cock way up her bowels and tickling her inwardly with its fat cockhead.
His stomach snapped down onto hers with a rhythmic sound and he grasped her until she grimaced with bared teeth. Her legs kept pumping on either side of him, bicycling in empty air.
He fucked her hard and sinuously, cleaving into the vault of her ass and sending intensely intimate thrills rippling through her open and gaping pussy. His wiry pubic hair scraped up and down the inner surfaces of its thick, open lips, and added that much more to her rapture. His prick stroked her deep in a growing frenzy of lustful passion.
He rode her sensually thrashing body, pounded its silky-furred, cushioning sexual mount, grated over the springy little passion-trigger set between its soft fleshy lips, and drove deep into the flowing well of her anus.
She ground up to him in intense passion. It had never been so good before. She wanted more, more, all of it, every inch of his magnificent cock up her ass.
He felt her bushy crotch rubbing his flesh, her cunt leaking over his belly, and he was aware of the heavy pulsing of his blood behind his ears. Her relentless craving was a constant primal pounding deep inside her, and its throbs transferred themselves to his deeply rooted staff.
She squirmed, pulling at him, coaxing him to shove his pelvis harder and harder against her bouncing pussy.
Then she squealed. She was experiencing something she hadn't felt in years. She was feeling the warm bursting of his fluids, feeling them explode into her and cream her inner flesh. She clung to him so tightly, working her ass around his cock, that she groaned and grunted with the strain.
It popped her loose again, and her cunt streamed. She couldn't remember when she'd ever come so much.
She was lying there in a delirium of delight, holding the motionless boy to her big body, when she heard the car drive up outside.
There was no time for tenderness or thoughts of another bout. Johnny was struggling into his shirt while he went to look out the window. Yes, the girls were home. Sharkey and Ellie, already getting out of the car. He spun around and grabbed his pants and started scrambling into them.
"It's them," he said.
"Don't get worried-I'll let you out the back, just as they come in the front!" Her eyes were bright. She dropped her bra behind the couch and pulled her dress on, buttoning it swiftly with shaking fingers.
"Nobody's ever been so good to me, Johnny," she whispered, as she let him out the back door. The front door was opening. Johnny smiled, fondly, squeezed one of the big tits dangling down inside her dress, and hurried out into the moonlit darkness.
He took the long route, stumbling and panting a little because his exuberant balling and recent come had left him a little weak and disconnected. But he got back to the big house, presumably without being seen, and let himself into his room. A moment later he came out again and pissed up against the big elm a few feet away from the door.
As he began drifting down into sleep, he heard the noises upstairs. Whack! Whack!
SIX
Getting ready to go up to the big house for breakfast after milking the next morning, Saturday, Johnny paused. His eyes narrowed. He glanced at the cooler room. Yes, he thought. He'd do it. By God, he'd just push his luck!
So he went to the cooler room, and inside, where Ruth was bent over the double metal sinks, washing and rinsing the milking equipment. Johnny was reeling his cock out as he walked up behind her. She made a little mousy sound as he hoisted her skirt from behind, to titillate his eyes with the firm white swells of her big rump.
She had tensed up, standing still but holding, her breath, and he could see how her sexy asscheeks ground together.
"Relax these pillows," he said, using both hands to pressure them apart.
Ruth relaxed them. Her buttocks eased apart. Johnny opened them still more, tucked his cock in, and she groaned when the edge of the metal sink cut into her belly. Her straining anal clamp oozed firmly over the broad head of his cock. It slid slowly, up into her accepting asshole.
He started shoving in and out, and she braced herself, standing there against the iron sink with her thighs well apart and his dick up her ass for the second time in ten hours.
This time she was used. Johnny pumped and hunched and strained, and shot his come into her, and lay against her back for a moment with both hands around her, squeezing her big tits through dress and brassiere.
Then he pulled out and walked up the rock walk to the big house. Neither of them had said a word after his order to relax. The rooster, Bigstuff, gave him a look, and Johnny winked. He went inside feeling like what Bigstuff was: cock of the walk!
During breakfast, that feeling prompted him to look up at Anne McGee and say, "Maybe ... we ought to try to find someplace else for me to stay."
The blonde looked shook. Large blue eyes widened. "Why?"
Johnny concentrated on his plate. "Well, I hate to say. It'll sound like I'm complainin'. But I keep hearing those whipping noises you two make.
Breakfast was finished in silence. Johnny didn't know whether to feel good or guilty.
He put in a pretty good day's work, and at about seven-thirty that night Charlie Green drove up. Johnny went out, got into the three-year-old Chevy, and Charlie drove him into town.
Mt. Morris on Saturday night was as crowded as a town of 1,700 people can be, in the middle of a farming community. Lerman's was open, and Johnny bought a pair of jeans and a couple of work shirts, along with two pair of gray pants and matching shirts, almost a working man's uniform. Sort of celebrating his getting away from the old man, he also bought a good-looking new sport shirt and wore it right out of the store.
All the stores, including the groceries, would be open till nine tonight. People who came into town for the first showing at the Swan Theater always brought their groceries first, usually selling eggs, and left them in the store to come back for later. Huge bags of sugar and flour were always big items, and many merchants were accustomed to putting the purchases on a tab, to be paid back about the first of the year, when the tobacco sold. Parents chatted and laughed and occasionally a couple of men stepped into an alley or around back of the Court House to take a burning swig straight out of a half-pint bottle. The younger people remained mainly aware of each other. More than one young couple had after-we're-inside movie dates, because they were too young to drive. The boys mostly tried to look cool and cultivate swaggers; the girls were inclined to watch them and giggle and whisper. Now and again you ran into someone with arch, wanton eyes, but that kind of girl was usually to be avoided.
Brenda Adkins made a remark about the tightness of Johnny's pants as he walked past the Sweet Shoppe booth where she and her two sisters sat, and he reached in to slide his hand over her left tit. He and Charlie were gone, grinning, before Brenda could get up. The noise of the pinball machine in there bothered them both. Neither of them had ever succumbed to the urge that kept some guys in front of those damned ding-ding-ding machines all night.
"Never saw you fondle a tit like that before, Johnny. You're gettin' mighty bold in your old age."
"Feels good, just bein' out from under the old man's fat thumb," Johnny said, winking at a girl who couldn't have been more than twelve but who was wearing eye makeup and lipstick and falsies, obvious hard cones sticking out her satin blduse. Made her night, he thought.
"You gettin' any pussy, Johnny?" They were crossing the square, heading toward Hash's. Hash's and the Sweet Shoppe were the two restaurants on Main Street; the two around on Back Street were loud and inclined to get dangerous on Saturday nights. Everybody knew Berry's was a bootleg joint besides, but nobody did anything about it. Six months ago, late on a Saturday night, they'd pulled Tyler Cutsinger out of Berry's with a knife wound in him like he'd been axed. And they buried him three days later.
"Yeah ... what about you?" Johnny said, punching Andy Melton's arm as Andy passed.
Andy was a halfwit who needed friendliness, but you didn't dare stop or he'd jabber your ear off-in what sounded like what the preachers called Tongues.
"Sure," Charlie said, but Johnny thought he was lying. Hell, he mused, Charlie probably thinks lam, too!
They ran into Freda Curtsinger and chubby Helen White, and took them to the movie. The four of them sat there in the packed theater and watched a Western, and previews, and ads for Lerman's and Holtz Hardware and Dick's Ford Sales, and chapter twelve of a Captain America serial that must have been eighty years old. Charlie had his arm around Freda and was fondling her tits, while Helen kept clamping her thighs on Johnny's hand. He kept thinking that he'd outgrown this sort of shit-and all in the past week, too!
He was right. Charlie's chin touched the pavement when they came out of the movie and the girls told them their parents were waiting and they had to go home. They had grabbed a kiss and a little feel, and that was that. Charlie and Johnny wandered some more.
"Want to drive over to Fairfield and get a bottle, Johnny?"
"Nah," Johnny said, "let's see what else is going on."
Charlie was having trouble at home and was looking for a place he could get him a job. He sure did envy Johnny, who walked with his chest out. Although he was a year older than Johnny, Charlie had always seemed younger. Johnny had more will, and strength.
They were walking past the men sitting on the Court House rail-spitting across the sidewalk and into the gutter, stained brown with tobacco juice-on the dark side of the street. Ellie Smith sidled up to Johnny before he saw who she was. Her hands passed across his crotch, a swift gesture that stirred his belly and then was over with.
"See you later, stud-I need you again!" she murmured.
She was going on, along with Sharkey and some other girl, when Johnny shot back a hand and caught her. He backed up a couple of steps, and after walking on a bit, Charlie stopped. He turned back, just realizing that Johnny was no longer by his side.
"OK," Johnny muttered to Ellie, squeezing her wrist. "Sounds good-but bring Sharkey, too. Ditch that one."
"Sh-Sharkey!" Her eyes flashed. "Why?"
Johnny indicated Charlie with a jerk of his head.
Ellie sneered. "Char-lie," she hissed.
"Would you all excuse us just a minute?" Johnny said, and he pulled Ellie along to Charlie's car. "Get in, Charlie," he said, and pushed Ellie in so that she was between them. "Charlie-show Ellie here your dick."
"Wha-my-wftat?"
"Now listen here, Johnny Taylor," Ellie began.
"Shut up, the both of you. Charlie-show Ellie that whang of yours!"
Finally Charlie did, and Johnny both heard and felt the sharp intake of breath of the girl between them. Charlie had the damnedest whang Johnny had ever seen. They had measured it once, in the school rest room. Seven inches, flaccid.
Ellie got squirmy, Charlie got a little turned on, and that big floppy peter started growing.
"Drive, Charlie," Johnny said, and this time Ellie didn't object. She just sat there and looked at Charlie's big, slowly growing pecker.
Charlie started to say something, then gasped, because Elbe's hand had stolen along her dress and crossed over Charlie's thigh-and her fingers closed around that big hot morsel of masculinity. Grinning, Johnny slipped his hand in through the sleeve of her dress to tease her tit and armpit.
Charlie started the car and drove. "The quarry?"
Ellie didn't say anything. She just kept fondling one man and being fondled by another, while that monumental dick grew in her hand, getting thicker and stiffer by the second.
Johnny nodded. "The quarry, sure. Easy-don't want to get stopped!"
The old quarry was five miles out of town, then a left onto the road to Jake White's, and left again to the limestone pit where the State had used to mine for gravel they used in road repair-when they repaired the roads. It was dark, always dark, and some people were afraid to come here. Charlie and Johnny knew about it. They'd been here once, with Gertrude White, Helen's older sister. Bitch never did put out, although they had all had a pretty fine time of it at that.
Ellie, however, was different. She wanted some cock; she had said so, to Johnny on the street. And obviously the prospect of getting Charlie's king-size dork up her cunt turned her on. She had hold of it when Charlie pulled up behind the big pile of earth near the old quarry.
By then, Johnny had opened the front of Ellie's dress and had his hands in her brassiere, enveloped in the warm, smooth flesh and soft skin of her big tits. He felt their heaving as her breathing picked up in her excitement.
She pushed with her feet and lifted her butt from the seat when Johnny started tugging up her skirt. When she turned her face his way, he kissed her. She still had a hand on Charlie's still-growing cock; now she slid her other hand into Johnny's crotch to feel him up, to test the response of his penis. It was responding, and growing.
"Let's get in the back," Johnny suggested, and slid out on his side.
Relinquishing her grip on Charlie's big hunk of meat with reluctance, Ellie followed. It was a pretty warm night, and she stood there while Johnny pulled her dress up, then off. Charlie was coming around the car. He paused to fetch a blanket out of the trunk. Johnny didn't know what it was doing there. Maybe Charlie kept it there the same way they'd all kept a rubber in their wallets, back in school. Just in case.
"Get those pants off, Ellie," Johnny said quietly, playing with her breasts, getting the nipples up inside the cups. With a shiver and a little moan, Ellie quickly got out of her pants. She finished stepping out of them and straightened, just as Charlie arrived on that side of the car. The tall girl sort of leered at him, him and his big cock, and gave her hips a forward hump.
Charlie turned out to be an eating man. The sight of her furry pussy really turned him on. Johnny heard the other's quick intake of breath, saw the sparkle in his eyes. Then Charlie was stepping swiftly forward, past his friend, and Ellie made a little squealing sound as Charlie shoved her back into the car. Her legs flew up as she toppled backward across the front seat.
"Uh!" she grunted, when her head thumped the steering wheel, but Charlie was already bending forward, and he soon made her forget any pain she might have felt.
"Uh-unnnngh-ah!" she moaned, when Charlie buried his face between the upper slopes of her tanned thighs and shoved his mouth into her snatch.
Johnny stood there and watched Elbe's eyes widen in excitement and lust as she felt Charlie's open mouth centering itself over her succulent slit. She groaned again and her body jerked. One leg swung over onto Charlie's back as, crouching lower and lower, he wound up on his knees on the blanket just beside the car.
"Mm-umm-mmm!" Charlie sighed happily, eating her cunt.
He probed into her, inhaling the fragrant aroma of her tasty cunt-fluid as she pushed the yearning slash up to his loving mouth. The soft smoothness of his lips brushing over the most sensitive area of her entire body made her quiver and open her mouth in a low moan. She began squirming and wriggling frenziedly beneath his insistent mouthing.
Johnny stood by, leaning on the open car door, and watched with high interest and a strange, amused sort of sensation. Ellie wasn't naked, but still wore her brassiere, which was white, and a garter belt, black, and her taupe stockings-and her shoes. One of them was gouging at the back of Charlie, who was fully clothed, with his fly open and his cock spearing forth. Elbe's other foot braced against what had used to be called the running board.
The warm, welcome tongue slithering over the slippery lump of her clit brought forth runnels of pussy juice and gurgling sounds of bliss from her throat. He was cleverly flicking the little knob back and forth, back and forth, with a loving sexual ardor that had her shivering and grinding her ass on the car seat.
She came, almost screaming as she jerked and lurched, and begged him to get inside her.
Charlie half-rose, crawled up and into the car, up and into Ellie's cunt. She groaned and her eyes bulged when his oversized cock rammed home up her orgasm-wet cleft.
He was still wearing all his clothes, and Johnny stood there and watched the trousered male ass pound up and down between Ellie's flailing, stockinged legs. Johnny wondered what it was like to be a woman, to know that you wanted a big thing like that inside you, then to feel it, cramming its knobby head and thick long shaft in and out of your body. He couldn't identify.
Charlie was shoving hotly and rapidly in and out with all the force dictated by his rampaging libido. At the same time, Ellie fucked herself. She fucked him. She jerked beneath him with spasmodic heaves of her lower body as he drove the big cock into her hungry cunt with vigorous fucking motions of his own pelvis.
Charlie came fast, and Johnny knew that Charlie not only hadn't been getting much, but hadn't been taking himself in hand much, either. The other man collapsed atop the girl in the car the moment he had shot his wad of come.
"God, oh God, oh Goddamn!" Charlie kept mumbling, over and over.
Ellie pushed, and Johnny pulled, and at last a weak Charlie was off her and out of the car, leaning weakly against it. Ellie sat up. Her brassiered breasts rushed up and down as she continued to pant for every breath. With his cock out, Johnny stepped forward.
She smiled up at him, then pushed her head forward at the tall rod of his prick.
She took his prick in her warm fingers and guided it deftly between her lips, keeping a hand on the base to prevent his pushing in and strangling her with cock. That was wise; he gasped at the feel of her mouth around his meat, gasped and pushed to probe deeper into that sweet warmth.
Her sheltering mouth ignited a hot longing in his tightening nuts.
"Jesus," Charlie was saying, "God, oh Goddamn!"
About that time they heard some noises in the woods. A dog barked. Then a voice bellowed out; "Who the fuck's over there by the quarry? Speak up, damn you all to hell!"
Charlie jumped a foot. "Jake White!" he gasped. "We gotta get out of here!"
Ellie whimpered. Charlie ran around the car. "Come on, come on-get in, you two. We gotta get out of here!"
"Damn," Johnny muttered. Then he scooped up Elbe's panties, which he used to wipe her inner thighs and semen-wet pussy. She gave him a grateful look and slipped out of the car to don the dress he offered.
"I say who's OVER there?" the voice called from the woods.
"John-NYY!" Charlie groaned, practically jumping up and down. He had the car started.
Ellie got her dress on and started to get in. Instead, Johnny grabbed her, told her to duck her head, and swung them both into the car. It was a tight fit, with her sitting on his legs, but he got the door shut. The moment they were in and the door secure, Charlie took off. A coonhound came bounding out of the woods, tongue lolling. They knew that crazy Jake White would be close behind, and with a gun at that.
"Wait a minute!" his voice called, but the car was racing, bouncing, heading for the dirt road, bouncing along, then turning onto the gravel road in a spray of white rock and tearing out for the main highway.
Ellie grunted as, with a pretty simple adjustment, Johnny got his cock up her wet pussy. She helped.
"Drive slow, Charlie," Johnny said as they tore along, the gravel making constant banging sounds against the underside of the car, with Johnny's prick wetly, warmly ensconced up inside Ellie's quim. Each movement of the car was a joy to both of them. "Jake was on foot-he can't follow us," Johnny added.
Charlie slowed down. He drove without a word. Beside him, Ellie and Johnny rode united, with his arms around her, crossing to fondle her breasts through dress and brassiere.
Johnny couldn't help it. Even with his dick hard as a rock and shoved way up inside the girl's fat, moist cunt, he chuckled. Charlie looked over at him. Johnny met his eyes and his chuckle ascended into laughter. Charlie grinned, then he too began laughing.
"You pair of shits, what're you laughing-" But Ellie couldn't keep up her self-righteous act. She broke up, too.
All three of them were still laughing when they drove back into Mount Morris. About the third person they saw was Sharkey, crossing the street. Charlie followed Johnny's instructions to cut the car at her, then stopped beside her, right there in the middle of main street. She stared in the window on Charlie's side.
"You dummies! You crazy damn bitch, Ellie-we lost our ride home! Where've you been?"
Ellie couldn't be mad; she giggled. "Inspectin' Charlie's foot-long hot dog," Johnny said, and all three of them laughed again. Sharkey stared at them as if they were crazy.
"You haven't lost your ride home, Sharkey," Johnny told her. "This is it. Get in. We're goin' to my place to have a party!"
"The hell we are!" Ellie said, making it about half question and half exclamation.
Johnny jiggled a little to let her feel the cervix-probing length of his cock bat around inside her. "Sure we are," he said.
Ellie sighed. "Get in, Sharkey. We're going to Johnny's to have a party!"
Sharkey started to come around. "No," Johnny called, "get in on that side. Hunch up, Charlie, Sharkey's getting in."
Charlie did, and Sharkey did, both of them straining and grunting. "Why the hell shouldn't I come around and get in on that side," Sharkey grumbled, plopping down in the back seat. "There's room up there-you don't have to hold her on your lap!"
Johnny and Ellie laughed, and it wasn't until they had gone to the end of the block and turned left, then left again, and come back up Back Street and were headed out the road that the girl in the back seat leaned up and shoved her head up beside Johnny's.
"Are you-are you two ... right here in the car? Ellie, is your skirt-has he got his-"
"Yep," Johnny told her, and Sharkey sighed and sank down onto the back seat again.
"You three are crazy!"
"Help," Ellie said in a tiny voice. "I'm the prisoner of two sex maniacs," and all three of them broke up. The car wobbled.
"Easy there, Charlie, try not to laugh," Johnny said, laughing. "Hate for the sheriff to be out ridin' around and stop us for drunk driving!"
But they didn't see the sheriff at all, and a few minutes later Charlie was doing his best to keep his car quiet as he pulled into the lot of the McGee farm. Johnny directed him to park under the huge elm, beneath which was a big puddle of blackness, a shelter against the moonlight.
With difficulty, Johnny and Ellie got out. He shoved his wet cock back into his pants while she dropped her skirt. Sharkey handed out the packages in the back seat.
"You look like you bought out the whole store," Sharkey said.
"Just some work clothes," Johnny said. "Those I been wearing are gettin' a little strong."
"I'll wash 'em Monday," Ellie promised. "I really like that shirt, by the way."
"Just bought it tonight. Thanks. Charlie-Ellie-come on in!"
Charlie and Ellie looked uncertainly at each other. Then Johnny and Ellie exchanged a look, and they both nodded. She took Charlie's hand while he took Sharkey's, and they led the pair around the house and into Johnny's room.
"This is nice!" Charlie commented. "I-" He broke off, noting that Johnny and Sharkey weren't paying any attention. They were kissing, and both of them were running hands all over each other's fully clothed bodies. Sharkey slid one into Johnny's open fly, and soon his mighty hard-on was again liberated, slapping against her dress.
"One of us," Johnny observed, "is wearin' too much clothes!"
"ALL of us are," Ellie said, and she stripped off her skirt again. She had her hands on the garter belt when Charlie touched her wrist.
"Could you, uh, just sort of keep the stockings on? You look mighty sexy that way!"
She gave him a pleased smile and a kiss. Charlie got involved in that kiss, and when it at last broke, about a minute later, he found himself the only person in the room with clothing on.
Johnny pointed at him. "You look funny," he said, and went over to make sure the door into the house was locked.
"Yeahhhh," Ellie said, and started getting Charlie undressed.
"Yeah!" Sharkey cried, and she at last overcame her doubts by rushing to join her sister. In seconds they had Charlie bare-ass naked, and both girls were making noises about the size of his cock.
SEVEN
Johnny felt good, real good, and he smiled when he saw how fixedly his friend Charlie was staring at the enticing naked body of Sharkey Smith. Fine, Johnny thought, those two and us two, then! And he turned to grab Ellie.
"I want my dick back where I had it before," he said, running his hands up her hips and onto her waist.
She smiled. Her large breasts were scrunched together as she pushed both her hands in between them and closed them around his big and hard-throbbing sexpole. She squeezed, letting her fingers run on down over his balls, tracing their swollen, furry outlines, then clutching them. Her face came forward, smiling, and she kissed him. Then she seemed to shorten, as she spread her legs farther and farther apart.
"Put that sweet dick back where it was, then," she murmured, "back where it belongs!"
He lowered his knees, felt her set the swollen knob of his cock against her soft pussy lips, and watched the change come over her face as she, too, felt its insistent pressure at those ripe and fleshy lips. Then Johnny straightened his legs, slowly, to send his prick slowly and steadily up inside her cunt's moist clutch. She removed her hands from the well-seated pole, sighing as it came in. Then she was leaning weakly forward against him, gasping. His hands slipped around to cup under her buttocks. Their crotches were intimately joined while they stood, unsupported, several feet from the bed.
The bed....
Charlie had grabbed Sharkey, practically hurled her onto it, and pounced after her while the redhead was still bouncing, with her legs wide and little squealy noises rushing up out of her throat.
Next instant he was humping violently forward, not giving her a chance to so much as touch that mighty member of his, much less suck it as she loved to do, but burying it all the way in her steaming slash. It clasped about him, fondly gripped him, bathed his probing penis in its juices and slid about on it with slithery slides and twitches.
"Guh-YEOW! Argh-it's a telephone pole!" the squirming girl cried.
Laughing, he poled into her with a renewed frenzy that made her squeal and clutch at the bed as if fearful of being hurled off into space. Charlie groaned loudly. He could feel pliable, silky inner flesh sliding over his ramming bone to the full throbbing length of it.
Sharkey surprised everybody, then, including the united couple standing several feet away, staring at the wild scene on the bed.
Ellie muttered, "That big-dicked stud is raping my sist-" But she broke off, staring. Suddenly Sharkey came, practically shrieking out her lust as hot spasms of orgasm gripped and shook her body. She clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Yeah," Johnny whispered. "He is. And she loves it!"
Charlie speared on, plunging in and out of the contracting channel and delighted with her swift, beautiful climax.
She fell into a total sated lassitude and lay beneath him like a sweaty corpse. Her eyes were glazed and she lay flushed and exhausted, a limp body to be fucked. Her legs were wide apart; they had to be, to persuade her eighteen-year-old vagina to swallow the vibrant, outsized bludgeon her lover wore between his thighs. Rivulets of sweat gleamed between her wildly flopping breasts, as his lunging body rocked and shook her.
"That's the sexiest thing I ever saw," Ellie said. She was squirming on the thick bar of hardened flesh running up her belly, with her hands on Johnny's shoulders and her eyes on the bouncing pounding of Charlie's tiny ass. He hardly had any buttocks at all; it was as if the flesh that should have gone into them had been used up on the other side, in the creation of his mammoth penis.
"Y-yeah," Johnny breathed. He agreed a hundred percent. It had not occurred to him that watching someone else balling would be such a ball-charger. He could see the beginning stirring of the girl's legs and arms, the sheen of sweat on her deeply pierced body, the digging of Charlie's toes into the sheet and the tightening and ramming of his asscheeks, and he could hear the wet slushy sounds of cock rolling in and out of climax-creaming cunt, along with the grunts and sighs and the slap of flesh on flesh.
Tightening his hands under Ellie's butt, he made her grunt as he lifted her, forcing her up his body so that her slick vagina slid up his cock. Then he lowered her, swiftly, to nail her to the cervix again. She groaned, shivered, and clung to him.
Then Sharkey recovered and started screwing her screwer.
She worked her loins vigorously, heaving up her bottom to meet Charlie's down thrusts, taking it all, her features contorted with an intensity that matched that of the hot tool he rammed into her. It didn't feel quite so enormous, now that she had come and juiced herself up, but she could still feel it pressing the lips and walls of her cunt out on either side to be crushed against her pelvic bones. Her hips jerked furiously as she ran her widely dilated slip up and down his cock in an insanity of lust that made her cunt a hot, wet tube of sucking passion.
"Ah-arrrrrrgh!" she yelled, coming again as her big thrusting clit emerged, got a few seconds' hard rubbing, and shot back into its sheath while a new series of contractions hit her pussy like a hammer.
Johnny had seen quite enough to make him want very badly to do some serious hard fucking.
He backed Ellie up to the big old dresser against the wall, and nailed her really deep when her backside struck it.
She grunted and went momentarily weak, feeling that deep, hard shove up her cunt, which was held firmly available to him by the dresser against her back. He held her there and rooted, hitting her hard, way up inside, time after time. The force of his balling was passionate, almost brutal, and she found that despite the discomfort and the pain, she loved it. She tried to wiggle and hunch to his hammering body, but she could not; she was nailed firmly in place.
They heard Charlie's wild cry behind Johnny, and Ellie looked over his shoulder to watch the other naked male start coming, spurting hotly up her sister's pussy while his body tried to grind itself all the way down through her and Johnny's bed.
"Uh, uh, oh shit," Ellie groaned, jerk-grunting with each of Johnny's hard lunges. "She-he doesn't have a rubber on ... and he-he's so damned big in the dick he must've sprayed that stuff all the way up inside her womb!"
"You-didn't seem to worry-about ... yourself," Johnny got out, shoving, shoving.
"Un-unless Doc Breen-uh!-is full of it-uh!-there's no danger with me. I'm not about to have any babies, ever!"
Somehow that excited Johnny even more, and he rose to his tiptoes with his staff up inside her, forcing her to rise onto hers, too. He was vigorously hammering himself into the wet yielding flesh, his cockhead hitting and delighting all the right spots along her vaginal walls.
"Umm ... look at that, will you," Ellie said, and Johnny twisted his head around to look. His cock stayed up inside her sopping slit.
Charlie was sprawled limply on his back, looking as if he'd been dropped there from about ninety feet. Over his crotch crouched Sharkey, her naked butt up and aimed at the others. She was using her mouth to get all the come remaining on Charlie's cock and balls and thighs.
Johnny squeezed Elbe's hips. "I guess you could do her a favor," he said, "if you're really concerned."
"Wha-what do you-uh, uh! Be still a minute, please! What do you mean?"
"I mean she's sucking all his jizz off his dick. You could suck out what he put in her ... I know you like the taste of the stuff!"
He felt the shudder that ran all through her. "God-suck my own sister's...." She trailed off, shuddering.
"Sure ... it's not as if it's a sex thing. You'd be doing her a favor...."
"You're right. Can you finish, fast?" Ellie wiggled.
"No, but I can wait ... or get it back in you once you're bent over her like that."
"Hey, yeah-come on then, let's give the kid a break!"
Rather than unplugging, Johnny slid his hands down her thighs and under. The big dresser she was pressed against helped steady them as he lifted her legs. Understanding immediately what he meant to do, she wrapped them around him and encircled his neck with both arms.
"Careful," Ellie warned, "I'm a big girl!"
"Uh-huh," Johnny said, and clamped both his hands under her smooth buttocks. He could feel the fur of her pussy and, with one finger, he felt his own slick cock, where an inch or so of it remained outside her slitted loins. Then he got his footing, turned from the dresser slowly, and, carrying Ellie with his cock up inside her, walked very carefully over to the bed.
Seeing them come, Charlie grinned. The girl at his groin made one of her high-pitched squeaking noises when Johnny reached the bed and leaned forward to let her sister thump to the bed right beside Sharkey.
"Yike! What the-well look at these two! You doin' it walking around?" Sharkey asked, grinning.
"Yeah," Johnny said. "Errand of mercy. We came so that Ellie could get her mouth on you the same way yours is on Char-"
"Ellie! Mouth! On ME!"
"Yeah, hush," Johnny bade her. "So she can suck out Charlie's juice. Otherwise-you might be mighty damned sorry!"
"But-Ellie ... Ellie's my sis-eep!" Sharkey's legs flew up as Ellie tipped her over, with Charlie grabbing her wrist at the same time. The girl with the dark red hair flopped on her back beside her lover while her sister, on hands and knees, shoved her head swiftly in between the parted thighs.
"Agl-l-lggggnnngh!" Sharkey choked out, for Ellie was already applying her mouth to her sister's come-running cunt and starting to exert a forceful suction.
"Push down, Sharkey," Johnny told her, bouncing the bed as he got onto his knees behind her cunt-sucking sister. "Push it out in Ellie's mouth!"
"Uh ... ungh ... ea-easy, Ellie-e-eEEE! Oh, oh wow ... pushing ... gahhhh! Not ... not fair ... I'd like to have all that sweet man-stuff in my mouth...."
"You can have some in a very few minutes," Johnny said, and shoved his cock back up Elbe's waiting, open vulva from behind. She was knocked forward, her forehead banging her sister's lower belly and her mouth and nose ramming half up the other girl's cunt. Then Ellie braced herself, sighed, and started rocking her hips in the same rhythm with which she sucked.
"Goddamn!" Charlie said, struggling up to get a better view of what was going on.
Charlie was tall, tall as Johnny, but a lot thinner and less powerfully built. He had a high forehead already and the kind of hair structure that would have him half-bald at thirty. Raised on a farm like the others, he was strong, with long wiry muscles, muscles that played visibly behind the tight skin on his flat stomach. He had a lot of hair on his arms and none on his chest and not a whole lot of it on his crotch. He was good-looking, interesting looking without being handsome at all; he'd been told more than once that he looked sort of like Steve McQueen. He didn't think so, and he thought McQueen was pretty homely, but if people grooved on the actor and thought Charlie Green looked like him-OK!
He had also never seen anything so damned sexy in all his nineteen years. Two super-sexy women, both naked, and both of them fucked by him this very evening-and one of them with her mouth shoved down into the other's snatch, sucking out his come!
Besides ... they were sisters! And here was his old buddy Johnny-boy, what a buddy!-up behind the kneeling Ellie, shoving it to her like a bull hanging it into a big-titted heifer!
Johnny was grasping Elbe's perspiration-damp hips tightly in both hands and hanging on, while he lunged his tool into the deliciousness of her cunt in a way that made her feel the full rapture of womanhood. With complete salacious pleasure, he hunched in and out of her with all his strength.
She groaned and grunted, wagged and sucked. "Damnit, Sharkey, there comes that big fat clit of-uh! Damn, Johnny, you'll knock the bottom out of it!-clit of yours, out and begging like a baby's pecker! This is supposed to be serious business, not sexy!"
"Sex," Johnny said, straining in deep and hard, "is serious business!"
"I can't help it, Ellie," Sharkey squealed. "I mean-you're ... well, after all ... oh, oh, oh God, God ... Ch-Charlie-e-e-e ... please, please, baby ... play with my titties?"
Charlie started out a little too gently and had to be urged to grasp and pinch the burgeoning nipples.
Johnny joined him, leaning against Ellie's upturned ass and reaching around for her dangling jugs. His fingers twitched and tightened on the lovely buds capping her pendulum-swinging boobs until they became hard pink pegs.
"Uh-ungh," Ellie gasped. Her voice came up muffled from her sister's pussy: "J-Johnny ... my-my trigger ... could you just...."
"Sharkey," Johnny said, squeezing Ellie's tits and doing his best to force his whole groin into the crack between her upturned asscheeks, "Ellie needs you-twiddle her clit!"
"I-uh-ohhh...." Sharkey's hand groped blindly, got between her sister's thighs, strayed over the bulging of her pussy, with Johnny's cock stuck way up inside it, and found Ellie's clitoris. Sharkey started rubbing-and came, because the combination of fingers on her nipples and sweet soft mouth and tongue in her hole was suddenly joined by the lurching pressure of Ellie's nose against her big trigger.
Sharkey went off a third time and clapped a hand over her own mouth to keep from taking the roof off with her screams. But she had the presence of mind to keep her other hand busy, rolling and nudging and twiddling Ellie's clit.
Johnny threw his full weight against the back of Ellie's squirming, shivering body. They both gasped as his big pike rammed home. She had a pussy full of hard, swollen, and very hot cock, and her dangling tits were prisoners of his constantly moving hands, and her clit was getting lovely, loving attention . ... She began moaning and sighing and ramming herself backward so hard that Johnny's swinging ball-sac hurt, rapping in between her legs and against smooth skin.
"Go, Ellie ... go," Johnny gasped, "Go-come with me ... because ... I'm ... goona shoot!"
He shot, His whole body went rigid with strain and tension and his balls tried to climb up inside his body. He had been holding back, fucking hard and he'd been up a long time. Now his aching prick jerked in spasmodic heaves and he shot her full. Hot fluid splashed forcefully into clutching vaginal walls that seemed to suck at his very being, pulling his guts out through his cock in a high-voltage orgasm.
The excitement of his getting it off, of receiving what felt like quarts of jism, was enough to send Ellie off to join him, with her sister's hand still playing with her half-buried clitoris. She sagged down onto Sharkey, into her cunt, and her face was ground around in the fluids that her tongue and Sharkey's third orgasm had sent flowing out-as Johnny lay weakly along her back.
They were all silent and still for a short time, frozen in their lewdly sexy postures.
Then Sharkey heard the liquid plop of Johnny's cock coming out of her sister's hole, and she knew that with Ellie in this position, the semen would soon run out, too, and soak into the sheet and mattress. Sharkey didn't want that to happen! She wanted her mouth and belly to get their share of come, too!
Sharkey moved vehemently, pushing Ellie from her. Ellie groaned. Johnny allowed himself to flop from her; Sharkey's guiding hands turned her sister so that she fell back with the back of her head thumping onto Charlie's inner thigh, narrowly missing his balls and semierection: his new soft-on.
Then Sharkey was wriggling swiftly up and around, and her knee struck Johnny painfully in the side of the head as she shoved her face in between her sister's thighs and started making slurping noises over the open, wet, semen-shining lips of the older girl's cunt.
"Goddamn!" Charlie said again, and his hand dropped to his cock. He began wiggling it hopefully. His eyes shifted to Johnny's-and widened.
Suddenly something hit Charlie in the brain, maybe in the heart, as he saw Johnny getting slowly up, wearing a big hard-on, and moving in behind Sharkey. He wasn't going to say anything, but ... all of a sudden Charlie Green wasn't too damned happy about his old friend's getting ready to dick this sexy redhead ... who, despite the fact that they had just enjoyed together the most intimate of experiences, was almost a stranger to him!
"Suck, Sharkey," Johnny said quietly. He ran his hands over the girl's upturned, oddly small butt. "And get ready to take more hot dick!"
Ellie moaned. "Oh no! Then I'll have to suck it out ... this could go on all night!"
"Well," Johnny said, rubbing the tremulous ovals of Sharkey's ass, "I reckon I could push it up her back." He was thinking about how good that had felt with the girls' mother, and how delightedly Ruth had taken his meat there.
"OK," Johnny said, patting her butt. "I won't come then, I swear ... I'll just stoke this furnace a little...."
And he shoved in. Hot wet warmth took him, and he knelt up behind the girl, the second sister he had screwed since coming here and the second sister he had screwed this night. She was slightly tighter than Ellie, he noted, and somehow hotter inside. Maybe because she'd had three big belly-busting orgasms. He began sliding easily in and out of her, from behind.
Charlie was up on one elbow, unable to keep his hands off Sharkey. He fondled her downswinging breasts and wondered why in hell he should mind Johnny's dicking her. Lord, Johnny must have had her first ... and both she and her sister were here right now only because of Johnny, and besides, Charlie's big prick had enjoyed both of them, and that was Johnny's doings, too!
But Charlie had a bad case of possessiveness, just the same.
Johnny withdrew his hips until only the crown of his cock was lodged within the tight embrace of the kneeling girl's lovely little gash. Then he shoved it back in again. She moaned and sucked his come out of her sister's open cleft. He jabbed and rammed her receptive hole with short, driving strokes that sent his cock racing in and out, in and out, in....
Suddenly she pulled forward and off, made Ellie groan as her fast-moving knees hit her in the side, and turned around. Still on her hands and knees, Sharkey turned her rump up at her sister's face and pushed her mouth lovingly down over the shaft of Johnny's cock. She was tired of sucking and being sucked in the cunt ... she wanted that hot milk from the source, straight from the well itself!
She sucked away at it until she had the whole of the darling shaft inside her luscious, eager mouth. Her expert cocksucker's mouth. Her cock-loving mouth. She was moving in and out, her mouth tight, her tongue working, her lurching body swinging her tits about beneath her.
She was an expert with lips and tongue, and she knew it.
The aroma of his delicious masculine secretions wafted up to her nostrils as she worked away at that big delicious shank. Eating him, she kept rolling his balls lasciviously in her fingers so that he felt one terrific jolt after another surge electrically through his groin.
She was taking in his cock like a swordswallower! His balls were boiling with passion and he trembled.
Charlie had another fat high cockstand, and he was moving to get astride Ellie. That he had his third hard on for the evening didn't surprise him at all; all this made his previous sexual experiences seem like prayer meetings!
Lying on her back with her eyes on her cocksucking sister's bobbing naked ass, Ellie was surprised when Charlie came, on his knees, to bestride her. She was even more surprised when he turned so that now it was his ass she was looking at, not Sharkey's, and a lot closer. A smile flitted over her face as she watched the little male cheeks tighten, bunch together, and move swiftly away from her, several inches. She heard her sister's groaning cry, muffled by her mouth full of Johnny's meat.
Ellie knew that her sister now had a prick in either end!
Charlie began hunching. Ellie watched his rump, its tightening and partial lossening, its back-and-forth swinging. And beneath, between the tops of his thighs, she could see the long swinging sack of his nuts. Ellie grinned suddenly.
She propped her upper body up with a folded pillow, then pushed both hands in between the backs of Charlie's balls.
While Charlie screwed Sharkey in the wet, hot cunt from behind with his kingsized staff, while Sharkey sucked Johnny's smaller but very creditable prong, while he fondled her tits with one hand and kept the other in her hair ... Ellie played with Charlie's balls from behind. The four of them were linked, a strange chain of human flesh, naked and sweaty and smelling of sex ... and then they were even more united!
Johnny discovered that by leaning forward a little more, he could run his hand down between Sharkey's legs and find her sister's pussy. He pushed a couple of fingers into the open, very yielding hole and began wiggling them about.
"Try not to come, Charlie," Johnny murmured. "We don't want any pregnant women on our hands after tonight!"
"Unnngh!" Charlie groaned, pressing in hard and pushing so far up inside Sharkey that she grunted around Johnny's prick. "What-what the shit am I supposed to do with it, then?"
Sharkey pressed against Johnny's lower belly with one hand and slipped her mouth back off his fiery tool. "Take it out and give it to Ellie," she gasped, "when you feel it about to come. Don't forget now-give it to Ellie!"
"I ... am . .,. going to ... give you ... more ... NOW!" Johnny gasped out, and he did. His second load pulsed into Sharkey's mouth, and she swallowed it greedily down and kept sucking for more until he cried out and dragged himself back and away from her.
Charlie pumped on, hard and deep, for perhaps another minute. Then he was moaning and groaning and jerking, and Sharkey saved herself from a second inundation of her fertile pubes by jerking forward, off his jerking pole. She spun around at top speed, kicking Johnny in the process, and Charlie's first hard shot came just as she started rushing her mouth down at his crotch. She got about half of it in her mouth. The rest of that spurt splashed onto her chin and dribbled down onto her big jugs.
The rest of Charlie's load she caught in the mouth, forcing it wide to encompass the huge bulb of his king-sized dork, and she swallowed it delightedly down.
Receiving her second oral libation in just a few minutes was a rapturous experience, terribly exciting, and she groaned and started shaking in her fourth orgasm.
All four of them lay weakly around for a long while after that, and although Johnny thought he could probably shoot off another hot load or two, he didn't touch his cock or say anything. It was late.
Eventually Charlie rolled over, muttered about the time, and began wearily getting on his clothes. He gave Ellie a brief kiss, a sighing Sharkey a longer one, and departed, practically staggering. It was fifteen minutes later before Johnny got the two super-sexy sisters out of his room. Then he crashed.
EIGHT
Part of Johnny's agreement with Anne McGee was that he didn't have to do any milking on Sundays. That way he just slept in ... but because of old habit and strong constitution, he was still awake at eight and rolling out of bed by quarter after. He went outside without having shaved, wearing last night's shirt and a new pair of wash pants.
Ruth and Anne were just coming out of the dairy barn; they had done the milking together, after Cynthy had brought in the cows and then returned to bed.
"Oh, Johnny," Anne smiled, carrying a galvanized, one-gallon bucket of milk up to the house. "Would you like to use the car and take Cynthy and me to Sunday School after a while?"
"Sure," he said, taking the bucket. He went into the house with her and sat in the living room, thinking, rehashing last night, while Anne and Cynthy made breakfast: sausage and eggs and biscuits, with Anne's rather weak coffee.
Afterward, Johnny shaved in the bathroom, which was fun; at home he had always shaved in the same pan his father used, after heating the water on the stove. He had a suit, although it was getting a little snug here and there, and a couple of neckties, and the striped shirt he'd worn last night looked fine under the suit. He felt a little odd, wearing the topless shoes, or "slippers" of Anne's dead husband while he took her and Cynthy out to the car and put them in like a gentleman.
He was surprised at how good Anne looked, in dress-up clothes, a dark blue dress with white trim, stockings, and shining blue shoes with heels. Cynthy looked pretty, very sexy, and as if she had outgrown her yellow dress. But then, with tits like hers, Cynthy looked like she'd outgrown everything she put on.
Johnny walked into the little church with the two women just as if they were a family, and people looked. Some smiled and nodded.
Anne made Cynthy enter the pew first, so that she was between the girl and Johnny. Johnny and Anne shared a songbook, standing with their arms rubbing-he was too much taller than she for their shoulders to rub. Brother Perkins' sermon was about Loving Thy Neighbor and all that meant, and it was too long. Johnny couldn't help thinking, and noting: the preacher didn't say anything about the kind of "loving thy neighbor" he and Charlie and Sharkey and Ellie had done last night!
Sunday morning services were a social gathering, and people lingered around afterward for as long as an hour. The preacher was hanging close to John and Rama Gaddie, and Johnny figured that probably meant that Brother Perkins would be getting his Sunday fried chicken and gravy at the Gaddie's house. It seemed to Johnny that he spent most of his own time answering questions about what he was doing, and about his coming in with Cynthy Smith and Miz McGee, and how was his daddy and momma, and when was he going to get married. Fern Drake, who had tits like apples and buttocks like musk-melons and a belly like an overripe watermelon and whose hair looked like she combed it with a garden rake, kept eyeing him and sidling up close. Johnny kept sidling away.
"Boy, that Fern Drake sure does like you, Johnny," Cynthy said, as they drove home.
"Uh-huh. And it's about as one-sided as it can get, too," he said. She and Anne laughed.
"Lunch" was a word for cities and the TV. On the farm, breakfast was big, the midday meal bigger, and the evening meal not quite as stuffing. The three repasts were called breakfast, dinner, and supper. Farm-folk who tried to eat a little "lunch" the way city people did would have collapsed in the fields by three in the afternoon. Sundays were no different, and Johnny ate the usual big meal with Cynthy and Anne McGee. He didn't really want any of that yellow pound cake, but he ate a piece to make the females happy; Cynthy had made it and Anne sure did want him to eat.
Later, he told them he'd eaten too much and was sleepy, which was the truth. Anne suggested that he just lie down on the couch, that's what Ed always had done. Johnny wasn't too interested in doing what Ed always had done, but he sat on the couch to rest up. As usual, the living room was too warm, and he was asleep in minutes.
Cynthy woke him up. She was crying.
"We need you, Johnny! Get up, get up-oh, Johnny, daddy's DEAD!"
Johnny jumped up and ran with the girl down to the smaller house. Arlie Smith was dead, all right.
At the funeral, Brother Perkins said some things about how kind God sometimes was, clasping a man to His bosom rather than let him suffer as an invalid all the years of his life. By the end of that week, Johnny felt years older. He was the man on the place now, the man, and he'd been acting in that role all week.
Ruth cried; they all cried, everyone on the place except Johnny. Nevertheless everyone commented on how well Ruth took her husband's death. The poor woman had a lot of time to get ready, Johnny thought. Her man was down and helpless for a half-year, and for the past couple of weeks he'd been worse, but mercifully in a drugged sleep most of the time.
Johnny was involved because they were, and he was very careful with all of them. Nor did he lay a lustful hand on anybody.
But on Friday, the third day after the funeral, Sharkey and Johnny were doing the morning milking when she broke into a crying jag. She finally asked him to let her suck him off, once, and she did, with Johnny sitting on the shelf where they kept the milking machines. She stood before him, bent over his crotch, and sucked and nuzzled until she had swallowed a good dollop of his seed.
It acted as a sort of pacifier for her, he noted, and he was very gentle and quiet throughout the rest of the milking. He did give her a little hug, once, but she pulled away. He thought that she had probably needed cock the way a baby needs thumb, in times of stress, but that now Sharkey was feeling a little guilty, sucking him off less than a week after her father's death.
He was fixing a fence, horse tethered nearby, when Ellie came up at the gallop and tied her horse beside his. She strode to him with a purposeful look on her face.
"I can't take it, Johnny. I need a fuck."
So they screwed, on the ground, right there beside the fence with the horses hardly taking note.
"That's a lot better," Ellie said, setting her clothes to rights afterward; she had not undressed, nor had he. "Thanks, Johnny." And she mounted up and set off for the houses, at the gallop. Johnny thoughtfully continued with his work, once his hands stopped shaking.
That was one thing they all knew, Ruth included. Life, and the work, had to go on.
He went over to see his mother and father that night, and although neither he nor the old man apologized, the message was got across. Death had been around, and it made Johnny think of family, so he'd come home. But only to visit. He went back to the McGee farm and his room-his real home, now-feeling better.
He went to town with Charlie Green the following evening, messed around, went to the movie to see how ole Cap America had got out of that robot-truck explosion when it rammed into the garage of the house it was supposed to blow up, and messed around in the dark theater with both Helen and Freda. Freda was "with Charlie," but Johnny was between her and Helen, and Freda had a loose hand. Helen saw what they were doing, and moved.
After the movie Charlie told Johnny he sure did like Sharkey Smith, and they talked about her and the Smith sisters and Ruth Smith and then Anne McGee awhile. Johnny said he thought he ought to be getting on back, the only man on the place and all.
Charlie took him home, where Johnny beat off and then went to sleep.
He was very, very busy the following week, and his balls didn't complain about not getting emptied.
Strangely enough, on Saturday, fourteen days after their father's death, both Ellie and Sharkey told Johnny how bad their mother needed a good screwing. Johnny looked at them, without speaking, and each of them in her turn just went away. He thought about it that day, thinking it might be a little tricky, but they were probably right, and he could sure remember how tight that fat-assed woman's little asshole had been, and what a wild mover she was during their balling.
Charlie came by for him that evening, but Johnny said he was feeling poorly and reckoned he'd stay home.
"I'll tell you this, though. You said you liked Sharkey. She needs to get off this place. You get your ass down to the other house and don't take no for an answer. Take her to town and spend a little money, Charlie."
"This soon after the funeral?"
"Charlie, you are crazy. You're getting weak in the head in your old age, you must be nearly twenty, right? You forget about the funeral, don't mention her daddy, and go take that girl out like you want to."
Thirty minutes later Sharkey and Charlie drove off to town, and Johnny felt very good about that. About ten minutes later some girl in a handsome new Ford came by and picked up Ellie. About an hour after that, Johnny was getting ready to go down and see Ruth. And someone knocked on his inside door.
He opened it. Cynthy was standing there, holding a big box, the kind clothing comes in. It was a Lerman's box, blue and black. She held it out to him. Her face was very serious.
"Johnny, we need a favor."
"We?"
"Anne and me. Would you just take this box, and put on what you find inside, and then come up to the bedroom?"
"The bedroom?"
"We both sleep in the same bed, Johnny. Will you?"
He took the box, and instantly, Cynthy wheeled and hotfooted it back upstairs. After standing there wonderingly for a while, Johnny turned back into his room and opened the box. He started taking things out, one by one, and his heart started thumping harder and harder.
High, well polished leather boots, very nice, not the high-heeled cowboy jobs some of the young would-be studs affected. Men's twill jodhpurs, fancy riding pants-but with the crotch cut out and neatly stitched around! And a really fancy, silky white shirt with the first button well below the chest. It had balloon sleeves and three-button cuffs he knew would be close-fitting. And finally, there on the bottom ... a riding crop.
It was of braided leather, a stiff leather stick about two feet long, with a loop of leather at the handle and three short tails on the other end. It made a nasty woop-woop sound when Johnny cut it through the air.
He stood there and looked at that stuff and thought about it. The answers came, and he was as sure of being right as if someone had handed it to him in writing.
A person never knows what people do in the privacy of their own bedrooms, or how kinky some people are. Ed McGee used to put on this stuff, with his dick hanging out, and use this crop on his wife's big white ass. Now she missed it, even though she'd tried to recapture the old feel of it by having Cynthy whop her rump and shove that big dildo up inside her. Yeah. I remember how submissive she is; Anne's the sort of woman needs to serve a man ... and more. She needs to be beaten by one! And here's all the stuff, her dead husband's stuff ... and she wants me to put it on and use the whip on her.
I guess if I don't, he thought, I'll be a shit!
So he put the clothes on. The shirt was a nice fit, the pants not as snug as they should have been, since Ed McGee had had more gut than Johnny. The boots fit, of course; he already knew his and the dead owner's feet were of a size. As for the whip ... well. It fit his hand, well enough. And it made a shudder go through him, that and a strange elated feeling of ... power, anticipation.
He opened his door again and stood there, right at the foot of the steps. What he heard helped make the final decision, although he felt pretty odd, dressed up this way and on his way up to whip-or try to whip, if he could bring himself to do it-the plump widow who employed him. What he heard from upstairs, of course, were moans and whip cracks....
Johnny went upstairs and stood before the door a moment. Then he took a deep breath and shoved it open.
Anne wasn't tied this time. She wasn't naked, either. She wore a sexy little shorty gown of black nylon. It barely covered her thighs and big buttocks, and there were twin slits in the bodice for her breasts to peep out. They did, looking small on her well-fleshed body, small but strangely firm, virginal-looking. When he opened the door and the two of them looked up at him, Anne was lying back on the bed with her feet on the floor. And Cynthy was whipping her big trembly thighs and the bulge of her vulva with a doubled-up belt.
Cynthy's attire was odd; she wore a high-necked black sweater over obviously brassiered breasts, that and a pair of skimpy little white panties. Nothing else.
The three of them gazed at each other for a long while, and Johnny felt his crotch stirring. Then Anne's eyes were riveted to it. He saw them go misty, saw her tongue come out to rim her mouth. Then she was getting up off the bed, running to him with her flesh shaking and her eyes fixed on his cock. He saw that her pussy was shaved, something he'd never known anybody did. It looked bke a pre-puberty girl's must look, except that it was very red, from the strapping, and the lips were slightly parted, as if they were looking for something hard and fat to grab and suck on.
She didn't look at his face. Her eyes remained fixed on his cock as she trotted to him. Then, without hesitation, she went to her knees in front of him. Her hands were behind her, strutting her firm little breasts, while she kissed his cock and then ran her tongue all over it. It throbbed higher and higher.
She kissed and tongued his sexual parts passionately, for a minute that seemed a half-hour to Johnny. He stood there stiffly, with his meat getting stiffer and stiffer.
Then she looked up at him, with tears filling her eyes and streaming down her face.
"Whip me ... beat me ... use me ... use me, please...." She broke off in sobs.
He looked past her at Cynthy. She looked very serious. She nodded. She knew from close association and practice what Johnny had doped out; Anne needed it.
Johnny didn't want to beat this woman, his employer. But ... his muscles quivered as he stood over her.
"Please," she whispered, sobbing, and Johnny reached back and slammed the door.
"Get over there and kneel in front of the bed, facing it," he said quietly, forcing the sternness into his voice. "Then lean forward across it."
She practically ran, and she was in position by the time he'd taken two steps. When a couple really loved each other, he realized, and had sex as a good thing, they worked out their own ways ... and wasn't a woman left in the lurch when her man died! Johnny had never felt such sympathy for widows, for this overweight widow of less than forty years, such understanding.
He looked down at her. She looked suddenly tiny. The black skirt of the shorty black pajama was pulled up by her forward-bent posture and her out-thrust butt. It revealed the fullness of her very white buttocks, heaving mountains of choice flesh, and a lot of it. He could see marks on it, here and there. The old dark-and-yellowish marks of bruises, signs of previous whippings. At the hands of a thirteen-year-old girl . ... He turned to give Cynthy a look. She met his eyes. He jerked his head at the door. She shook her head and looked very adamant. No. She wasn't leaving.
Hell of a way to bring up a kid, he thought, but once again he noticed her body and thought about how early she had developed. Cynthy might have been thirteen, but she was no kid. Besides ... she'd been living with Anne for nearly two months.
Now he supposed she wore the loose dark sweater at Anne's behest. So the girl wouldn't look too sexy, with her huge jugs.
Johnny put out his hand. Cynthy hesitated, then put the doubled belt into it. Anne jerked when he dropped the riding crop on the bed, then twisted her head to look at it. She seemed to slump-and he swung the belt and gave her a nice little stinger right across both big swollen mounds of her butt.
She took it with a little quiver. Nothing more.
Not a jerk, not a whimper. He heard her sigh, after a moment, and saw her jut her rump out a little more. She looked small, but her protruding ass looked huge, a naked, white, deeply divided target and invitation.
He swung the belt again. Again, a little harder. She gasped and shivered, but kept her buttocks well thrust out. Johnny hit them again. And again. Dark streaks now marked the flesh, and he got interested in what he was doing, and concentrated on hitting the same place three times in a row. She groaned aloud.
He stepped around onto the other side of her and adjusted his position to get a good stroke, not wanting the end of the belt to hit the same cheek every time. The right one was already more marked than the left. Now he stood beside the right, and he swung again. And again. And, harder, again.
She began wiggling, chafing her thighs together, wagging her butt and tightening the cheeks convulsively. But she kept her knees on the floor and her hands under her head and her head down on the bed. She wanted more.
He drew back and brought the doubled belt down, really hard.
She groaned and lunged forward when it struck, jamming herself against the bed. Ripples of pain and excitement went through the contours of her satiny, big body. A little whimper escaped her mouth.
Then she spoke for the first time since he had come into the room and she had knelt to beg for a beating and sexual use.
"Ah ... good ... that's better ... the crop, the crop ... let me ... feeeeeel it!"
A tremor hit Johnny and he shoved out one foot to hold his balance. A great surge of mastering, overpowering, dominating passion shot through him. Suddenly he wanted to hear her scream, to know that flaming pain was engulfing her bowed body. She wanted that-and now he did, too.
He used the unfolded belt to lash her hard, and let go of the leather strap as it landed with a loud crack. Then he bent to pick up the crop lying beside her on the bed. As he bent, he placed a hand on her nearer haunch for balance. She gasped, but sighed and definitely pushed her whipped skin up to his hand.
"Love you," she murmured, the words tiny and teary.
Shaking a little, Johnny rubbed her ass as he picked up the nasty crop and hefted it.
"This thing's gonna hurt," he said.
"Yes! Yes! I want it to hurt! HIT me with it-hard!"
"You ... you gonna tell me when you've had enough ... Anne?"
"No, no, you decide! And don't stop when I first start to cry-that doesn't mean anything! Just don't ask, don't wait for me to say, don't worry about it-just DOIT!"
Johnny drew back the stiff crop, tapering from the size of his thumb at the grip down to that of his little finger's tip at its slightly whippy end. And he swung it, just at the bases of those huge, tensing buttocks. The crop landed with a meaty thudding sound, and Anne grunted and jerked violently. Her asscheeks gripped each other strongly, violently.
He swung the crop again, and then again, with neither hate nor anger nor love. Almost at once he saw that he could cover the kneeling woman's big upturned ass with strokes, and as a consequence with a deep ruddy flush. That way, he thought as he swung, held, drew back, waited, waited, then swung; that way, she probably wouldn't be bruised or sore tomorrow, unless he really laid on one hell of a lot of blows.
For her part, Anne was in a state approaching ecstasy. She was getting what she wanted, and the fiery pain of it, the deliberate cruelty of his hesitating between each hard-swung blow onto her big juicy cheeks, her groans and grunts and desperate twisting writhings ... none of these meant that she wanted, or needed, or loved it any the less. It was better than it had been in a long, long time. She couldn't see him kneeling with her torso and head on the bed and her tear-stinging eyes closed. But she knew that it was not Cynthy this time, but a man, a strong man with naked cock who was gazing down at her butt's heaving mountains, dominating her and punishing her and turning the twin pillows redder and redder.
Thwupp ... swish-thupp....
She felt each stroke burn her lovely soft flesh, which she knew was no longer white. The terrible sting in her cruelly whipped bottom spread to become a pervading awareness, like a morning-after headache somehow transferred to her rump. She was moaning. Tears come to the corners of her eyes and leaked out. Her face was a mask of agony, her body a bundle of pain, and her entire being sweetly clasped in the grip of wild pleasure. Bbssful, gurgling little sounds of pleasure oozed from her mouth along with her grunting responses to each new impact of the relentless length of braided leather strips.
She was locked in the throes of her own excessive passions, her sexual flesh writhing and sending her fluids pouring from her to trickle down her thighs. She began to shake violently. Her throat erupted gasping little cries.
Then Johnny and Cynthy were watching the big, naked, kneeling woman as she came, from the whipping. Her orgasm was a violent one, a beautiful one, full of shaking quivering flesh and clutching fingers and tensing, pushing, jerking legs.
Cynthy brushed past Johnny and shoved the big dark dildo up the woman's cunt, from behind. Then the girl turned to Johnny, her big breasts rushing up and down inside her sweater. He saw that there were little beads of perspiration on her lip and more on her forehead. Her eyes were wild, like those of a fleeing, hunted animal. Her words came in a harsh whisper:
"Fuck her! She needs it!" And Cynthy ran out of the room.
At first Johnny squatted and, with his hand atop the kneeling woman's darkened, quivering butt, he laid hold of the dildo that stuck back between her thighs. He shoved it in and out, making her groan and whimper. Then he dragged the slimy cock-substitute out and gave her the real thing.
She squealed and became a wild, happy creature of pure sexuality as he began prodding the meat to her from behind.
The lust-thick shaft was wedged deep inside her passion-drenched slit. Her cunt clamped hard as her burning sexual urge grew and grew. Tingles of prickly pleasure rushed over her as he kept his big bone moving and moving in her, sliding back and thrusting swiftly and hotly into her silken groove.
The sight of her, the sounds she had made, the sight and feel of his beating her ass, the realization that she had come, all combined to raise him to a plateau of sensuality that he had seldom scaled. Her constant whimpering cries of "Fuck me! Ah yes, fu-uck me, FUCK ME!" and the excited, gratefully rapturous way she moved, added to his excitement. He pumped her pussy like a machine on its highest setting.
She screamed when he pulled all the way out and directed his slimy cock into the crevice between her asscheeks. Her legs tensed and she tried to crawl up onto the bed and across it. He held her with his strong hands digging deeply into her fleshy hips. Her head jerked back and forth. And her asshole accepted his cock, slowly, helplessly.
She opened to it, very quickly. He surged in and in, probing her hot anal depths with the big helmet-like head of his prong. She felt the hard, surging strength deep in her ass, plugging her and sounding her with relentless force.
Then he shoved in hard, all the way, until his upper thighs and belly and hips were planted firmly against the broad twin swell of her buttocks. And he held that position.
He held her impaled on the thick hot pole of his cock until she groaned and began hunching back in total surrender and obvious need.
He began ramming in and out. The moist, humid walls of her anal channel sucked lustfully at his charging prick while he increased the pace of his surges into her. His cock sank long and deep into the dark, hungry hole. Each powerful shove split wide the cleavage between the close-pressed cheeks, burrowing up the smarting, dilating channel to grind in and out and around and around in her.
With a loud groan, he hurled a great load of come up her ass. She cried out as it came in, for she was so tight in that secret hollow as to feel every drop.
After a while he heard her heave a deep sigh and saw her entire body relax as she at last decided that it was over and allowed her energy to drain from her.
That's when Johnny, his cock still hard as usual after its first spurting ejaculation, began fucking her again.
She cried out in astonishment, shock-and delight. Again that big thing was reaming out her rectum. Again his hunching plumbing between her shuddering rearcheeks sent a warm glow flowing through her bowed body. This time he gave it to her hard, stuffing her ass, slapping the resilient mounds of her ass-flesh with his driving thighs.
Something, a sound or a flicker of movement, made him glance at the door of the bedroom. Cynthy was back. Her panties were around one ankle and she was staring at the wild ass-fucking scene with very bright eyes. Her hand was very busy, working strongly at her lightly furred bush.
Poor Cynthy, he thought, and jerked his cock all the way out. Anne screamed and ground her upper body into the bed, clenching her buttocks frantically together. He half-turned toward Cynthy.
"You want this?" he asked.
She stared at his cock, looked at his face, licked her lips, dropped her eyes to the bursting vitality of his erection again. Then she turned and fled.
Johnny sit down beside the bed and laid a hand on Anne's bowed back. "Cynthy was watching," he said. "Masturbating. Staring. Have you taught her all this?"
She shook her head against the bed, then straightened up, on her knees. With both hands on his legs, she stared at his tall hard-on a moment. Then she shook her head again.
"No, caught her masturbating. I caught her beating the cows, too, as she was bringing them in. She-she was more than ready."
"You've been using her," Johnny pointed out. "And she's only thirteen."
Tears still trembled in her eyes, tears of pain and of joy and now, perhaps, of shame or rising anger. "She's been using me," she told him, "too. It's been ... mutual. I've used you tonight, Johnny. But ... was it a ... hard task? An unpleasant one?"
He reached out to toy with her smallish, surprisingly firm-fleshed breast, so diminutive on her overweight body. Instantly sexual energy jumped back and forth between them. Neither of them was through. Both of them knew it. They were still super-excited, and they had to go on, now.
"No," he said, "it hasn't been hard work! I enjoyed every damn minute of it!"
"Good!" she husked out, from a lust-thick throat. "Get back up on the bed ... pillows behind your back, here, like this, yes, sitting but almost lying down ... and let me ride you-like ... this.
Big white thighs bestrode his slim hips. Her belly and the strangely vulnerable, childish-looking purse of her pussy, very pink and still very wet, loomed above his crotch. She slid her hand under his balls, cupped and squeezed them, then moved her fingers up just a little, onto the base of his turgid prick. She held it upright, beneath her, and then she sat on it.
Again his cock pushed through her precious pink cuntlips and up into the feverishly hot folds of her gash. Her cunt took every inch of his cock, in a second. He felt her big splayed ass resting on his thighs, and he smiled and reached out for her tits again.
The short but big woman began moving on him. Squirming and wriggling wildly with a wild ripple and joggle of her folds of flesh, she plunged up and down on his upstanding joint. Her breath came fast and hard and her breasts bobbed frenetically. Their lower curves slapped into his hands with plopping sounds, the soft flesh caressing his work-calloused palms. He watched the sexual tension increase in her meaty thighs, in her calves as they raised her up and down, up and down....
He tightened his muscular asscheeks beneath him and surged upward, to aid the open slit of her plunging belly in its hard, slapping, downward lunges. She plunged hard, jerking her head to whip her flowing hair about her face. Her legs jacked her up and down, straining, tensing as she rode him in a rapid and determined rhythm of sexual move-ment.
They fucked like animals. Love was not a part of it, and consideration was barely present. Anne McGee had a need, a deep and terrible need, and she was years older than another he had so recently lain with, who had had similar needs ... Ellie Smith. As for Ruth, she was a little older than Anne, but a different sort of woman altogether. Her sexuality was not such an obviously ruling passion, such a terribly intense gnawing and boiling inside her.
For Johnny, it was at one and the same time good, and ugly. This was pure lust, pure animal need and grinding surging fucking, like a cow in the bullpen. The big bull, Ben, needed to fuck; the cow was sent in to him wild-eyed and tight all over with the terrible demands of nature. Again he felt his kinship with Ben, but again ... this was different.
She pounded up and down as if she were trying to kill herself on the spear of his cock, to impale herself on it to the eyeteeth. And he grabbed her, sank his hands into her excess flesh, twisted and clutched her tits, grunted and strained up to ram into her even as she came down. The head of his cock hurt, by the time he felt the tightening in his balls and belly that signaled his approaching orgasm.
Grabbing her in both hands, he twisted himself. She fell onto her side, then onto her back, and he fell atop her. He rode her big white belly, pounding hard, and shot off another burst of warm stickiness up into her needful body. Her thirsty cunt took it, to the last milky drop.
He didn't want to topple forward onto her as he did, but he was suddenly very weak. She held him close, with both arms and constantly moving hands, while he lay atop her big body.
"You've got to stay here, Johnny! I don't care what you and Ellie and Sharkey and twenty others do-so long as I get some of what I need! Promise me you'll stay!"
Unable to answer, he left her lying there on her back with her pussy drooling his sperm, left the clothing and the whip behind him, and went back downstairs to his own room and his own bed. He didn't see Cynthy. He locked his door after him and, when he realized that there was someone in his bed, he thought it was Cynthy.
It wasn't; it was a bigger body, radiating warmth. Bending close in the darkness and drawing the cover down a little, he saw that it was Ruth. She was asleep.
Very quietly and carefully so as not to wake her, Johnny eased into bed and was quickly asleep.
NINE
Johnny awoke late that sleep-in Sunday morning, and lay there getting himself together. He grew slowly aware of the warm presence in his bed, of the pressure of another body against his back. He remembered. Ruth Smith had spent the night in his bed, without sex.
Turning over, Johnny lost his face and hands in her big soft tits. His fingers, then tongue, slithered over the nipples, which began spearing and thrusting as they firmed and grew fatter and redder. She awoke, moaning and twitching, but he kept right on working on her huge floppy jugs with hands, mouth, tongue. He chewed her pulpy nipples and she groaned, but panted with pleasure in the grip of his teeth and his muscular arms.
Sucking and chewing her fat nipples was like chewing on a pencil eraser, which he'd been guilty of in school. But the thick red buds he lapped with his tongue and worried with his teeth were a lot tastier than rubber erasers!
Her body moved constantly, twitching and jerking, about, shaken by long spasms that made her undulate from toes to shoulders.
Her hand went after his cock. It needed no stimulation; his own activities had already raised one hell of a horn. Sliding one hand down the thick stalk, she tightened the other about its tip and jiggled it playfully up and down. At the same time he slid his hand down, over the bulge of her belly, into the mass of her cunt hair. Then he holed her pussy with three fingers and moved them the same way she moved her hand on his prick, rapidly.
She gasped and sighed and jerked at his meaty tool, while he caressed her most intimate and secret sexual regions. His face remained in the hot, fleshy-soft prison of her big panting breasts. His palms and fingers clamped and mashed the bulging outer curves, slapped them together, let them fall loosely apart as he slithered his fingers into her dampening armpits.
Then he turned her over, moving fast and breathing hard in a wildly excited lust. Neither of them had said a word. He shoved his hard-on in between her big buttocks, found the target, and made her groan when he pushed. She was sweaty there; that was the only lubrication, and he felt as if his tool was being gripped in a vise sheathed with foam rubber. He pushed, and pushed, and then his hips were against her buttocks, and then they were mashing into their smooth soft flesh-masses. Lying there on his side, panting and sweating against her trembling, naked back, he was all the way up inside her asshole again.
And she was sighing, relaxing, enjoying. Maybe she'd always known it, maybe she hadn't. But this was very obviously where she wanted cock, up her ass.
He began moving, thrusting up and along her anal tunnel, gliding, hunching, in and out and in again, and she began shivering constantly with coursing thrills of overwhelming delight.
He shot off up her ass, his thick organ ejaculating in long, smooth spurts that pulsed along the warm, tight tube that surrounded his meat so delightfully. Suddenly she cried out. Successive tides of sheer delight spread flame through her, and then she was contracting, the muscles deep up inside her milking the sensitive bulb of his prick as she came.
Hardly giving her time to recover, he began pumping again, his prick still hard and his morning energy high. The large, distended shaft slicked in and out of her ass, slipping around in the lake of semen there, stirring it into a froth.
He took it slow and easy this time, sliding in and out against those huge rounds of warmth, gently slapping with his body the perfectly split globe of sweet white meat, reveling in the amplitude of padding her ass provided as he caressed his penis in its warm, open crevice.
She writhed helplessly, in complete pleasure, as he reamed out a passage well up her rectum. A consuming hunger took her, and Ruth writhed back against him like an animal, cramming her big buttocks into the hollow formed by his jerking hips and cramming herself ever deeper with cock.
He began pulling with his hands, pushing with his feet, and she turned onto her stomach. He lay atop her now, straining hard to sound a new rectal depth. Then he knelt up, clapped his hands to her broad white hips, and began ramming hard and fast down between her sheltering asscheeks.
She cried out, coming again, wondrously, with the big cock and its jism roiling in her bowels, and then he pounded harder and fired off a second round up her back. When his prick slipped wetly out this time, it was followed by a rush of slippery milk. Catching it in his hand, Johnny smeared her cunt with it.
Then they lay still and quiet, recovering from an enervating double bout of buggery that had been supremely satisfying for them both.
He squinted at his watch, on the table beside the bed, then picked it up to consult its message. It was late. He told her.
Ruth sighed. "It doesn't matter. Both Ellie and Sharkey know I'm up here," she said, "though they weren't home when I left the house."
"Oh," he said, playing half-interestedly with her great floppy tits, and before he could say or do anything more, knuckles tapped at the locked door that led into the house.
"Johnny?" Cynthy's voice. "You going to take us to Sunday School?"
He twisted away from Ruth. "Yeah," he called. "Be right there." He turned back to the woman in his bed. "You better just stay right here," he said. "I have to go shave, then come back and get dressed. When we've left, you can get up and go on down to the house."
She nodded against the bed, saying nothing. Johnny went into the house and shaved, not seeing Anne, returned to his room. It was strange, getting dressed with a woman avidly watching, and even stranger: he felt uncomfortable, a little embarrassed. And he had just balled her twice up the butt! Well, he thought carelessly, that's the way we are! Preacher'll probably give us a sermon about modesty this morning....
Just as Johnny and Cynthy and Anne were pulling out of the lot in Anne's car, a dressed-up Ellie came running from the other house. She piled in and Johnny drove them all to church. As they were going into the little building, she whispered to him that Charlie and Sharkey took off for Fairfield last night.
"To get married," she added.
"Good grief," Johnny muttered. That was the best he could do.
"Yeah, the little asshole!" she said fiercely. "I'm NEVER going to get married again! And especially not as long as YOU'RE around!"
He missed a lot of what the Brother Perkins said, and didn't respond in Sunday School. He was thinking: Charlie and Sharkey! Lord, they hardly even knew each other!
But that was the way it was done. Sharkey was nineteen, and in this country, this community, a girl who was still single at twenty was a rarity and conversational topic. Charlie was the same age, ready to get married and go to work for the rest of his life, being shit on by the rest of the country and the government with its bullshit farm support system and reduced allotments and all that crap-and siring babies. Johnny sighed. That was the way it was done. A woman got married before she was a woman, because of the pressure-everybody else did; it was the thing to do. A man got married before he was a man, for the same reasons-and because he was horny and wanted it regular.
And that was that. They started in raising up an identical next generation. And most of them were old at forty, if not at thirty.
Ellie had to punch him when it was time to go, he was so lost in thought. He tried to act alive as he drove home, but he certainly couldn't enter into the females' conversation about today's lesson in religion. He hadn't heard much of it. He pulled up under the big tree in front of the larger house.
"I'll be up in a few minutes, Anne," he said, and noted that Ellie looked up sharply at his calling Miz McGee by her first name. "Sharkey ran off to get married last night, to Charlie Green, and Ellie and I better go tell Ruth." She'd better be down there in her own house, he thought.
"SHARKEY!" Cynthy cried, and he had to grab her as she started off on the run.
"Hold it, hold it," Johnny said. "Together, and slow and easy, like. Ease down."
But Elbe put a hand on his arm. "Johnny ... no. I think I'd better go down and tell her, alone."
So he and Anne and Cynthy went in while Ellie walked down to the smaller house, knowing very well where her mother had spent the night. But neither she nor Ruth knew about his activities last night-and now Cynthy and Anne prepared the big afternoon meal, without saying a word about last night either. They ate, still without talking about it, but when they were cleaning up out in the kitchen, he heard them muttering together.
They were talking about themselves, and him. And this afternoon.
Suddenly Johnny got that feeling that he was being used, and he was abruptly not too wild about it. He went into his room, changed clothes quickly, and went out the other door, the one leading outside. He went around the house, around the barn, and started walking.
That, along with some sitting, was all he did Sunday afternoon. He walked, and he thought. He heard some noises, and went up to peer over the rock fence. It was the dogs, Blackie and Buck, and that fluffy little bitch belonging to the farm that backed up to the McGee place. She was in heat, getting herself fucked and then stuck together with Buck, while Blackie waited anxiously, wide-eyed and with his tongue hanging out.
She wanted it, and they come running, Johnny mused. Me and Buck and Blackie!
An hour or so later, he heard an angry cow-sound, and looked up to see Ginger trying to mount Sally. Sally was mooing, trotting forward in an attempt to run out from under the reared-up Ginger's front hooves. She did, Ginger dropping off, but she hung after Sally. Sally made a pass or two at her with her head, which had been dehorned when she was a heifer.
Another candidate for Ben, Johnny thought. Ginger's in heat, needs Ben's meat.
He chuckled aloud at his rhyme, and Ginger glanced his way. She shook her head and turned to try another of her comrades.
Me and Ben, he mused. Me and Buck, and Blackie, and Ben. And that sassy rooster, too, Bigstuff. All of us with our females to keep happy. Using and being used. Getting their rocks off and ours. But ... I reckon I got a better deal than they have! The hens avoid their male, and run from him and his horny advances. Ben has to hang around inside that little pen and wait for members of his harem to be ushered in. And Buck and Blackie-they just keep sniffin', and every now and then there's a little bitch needs to get herself filled, and they go fill it if it's within three miles and the wind's blowing! They probably get about twelve pieces a year, and Ben ... hmm. I reckon that's what they all get, rooster and bull and dogs. About twelve fucks a year.
Shit, he thought, watching the sun squat like an orange ball on top of the tallest hill he could see. Shit, he didn't have all that much in common with the animal studs at all. All his "herd" wanted it, were ready for it most of the time, and he figured he could shoot twelve times a week, if he wanted to. He wondered. How long could he keep up a pace like that?
Oh-but Sharkey wouldn't be around anymore.
Yeah, he reminded himself, but Cynthy's not only ready and coming on strong, I think she's in heat!
He walked on back, not hurrying; he had concealed himself when Cynthy came riding out to get the cows in for the evening milking. A little early, he noticed. Now he walked slowly back to the big part dust, part gravel, part grass lot that contained both houses, both barns, the milk cooling room, and the henhouse.
On a whim, he veered off as he came up behind the barns, and went in behind and then around the tobacco barn. It was dark, now, and Blackie gave him a growl before his nose told him who was wandering around his territory. Johnny said a few quiet words to the dog. Still acting on an odd sort of whim, he made a wide circle around the henhouse and chicken-wired pen all around it. He came in behind the Smith house. And stood there at the back door, thinking about it.
If he went on back to his room, it would be Ellie and Anne, their thing. But if he knocked, he would be initiating. His thing. That's what kept him separated from the dogs, the bull, and the rooster. For all four animals, their sexuality and their release was dictated by the females of their kind.
Not me, Johnny told himself firmly, and knocked.
Ellie opened the door, wearing a pale green chenille robe. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she stepped quickly back.
"Johnny! At the back door? Come in!"
Johnny went in, Ellie closed the door, and pressed herself against him in the darkness of that short hallway. He felt the joggle and warmth of her naked breasts, through her robe. His hands slid over her buttocks, which were also bare under the robe.
"Ummm," she sighed, slipping her hands up behind his neck and thumping his crotch with hers.
"Ellie?" Ruth's voice called. "Did I hear you say Johnny? Is he coming in?"
"He's in," Ellie said, thumping him again. Almost whispering, she added, "I'd like to get that in, too, in me!"
"Just what I had in mind," Johnny said, kneading the swelling halves of her ass through the thin robe.
"Ummmm ... but ... mother...."
"Both of you," he said, cupping her butt hard to slam her tits and loins against him.
He heard her gasp. "Bo-Johnny? What-what do you-"
"Web, are you two coming in?" Ruth called again.
"Yeah," Johnny said. "We're coming in." And he pulled Ellie along with him, his right hand on her ass, cupping hard, digging into the pliant flesh with his fingers, his other hand around her wrist.
Ruth sat in the big old wine-red chair across the small living room from the TV. It was on, and the little thick-glassed lamp that set atop the set; the lamp was in the shape of a Chinese horse. Ruth wore a robe too, a nicer one that Ellie's, purple and softly fuzzy. Probably a Christmas present from her daughters, Johnny thought, it was too nice for her to have bought for herself.
Ruth stared. "Well-I hadn't expected you at all-but I certainly hadn't expected you to come in this way, either! You two are shameless."
Ellie tried to twist away, but Johnny held on and made her pop out a throaty "eep!" when he squeezed hell out of one of her burgeoning ass-ovals. "Yeah, we're shameless," Johnny said, moving toward Ruth and forcing Ellie along with him. "Let's all three be shameless."
Ellie gasped again; Ruth merely stared up at him. Johnny was standing over her now, and he hung onto Ellie's wrist but released his grip on her rump. That hand dropped to the parting of Ruth's robe. She blinked.
"I'm here with a hard-on and a need," Johnny said, after a long silence. "I can take it up to the big house, to Anne ... but I came here, and I'd rather stay. You know Ellie and I have made it, Ruth-and she knows you and I have. Now why don't the three of us have a party!" And he flipped the part of Ruth's robe wider, to display each of the long, flaccid pouches of her big white breasts.
She shivered. Her eyes shifted from his face to her daughter's. Johnny lifted his hand and tugged at Ellie's sash, which was tied in a bow knot. The knot came loose, the robe parted, and Johnny parted it wider still, all the way down. He didn't know how many times Ruth had seen her daughter's thick tangle of pubic fleece and her fleshily thrusting mount. But she was sure as shit seeing it now!
Sliding an arm around the tall girl, Johnny slipped his hand in between her arm and her body to palm and fondle one of her pretty titties. She sucked in air, swiftly. The nipple began thickening up just as fast.
He held out his other hand to the seated woman. "Come on, Ruth. Let's go back to your bedroom."
"Johnny...."
"OK, Ellie and I are going back there, then."
"No we're not!" Ellie snapped. "I-oh-stop that!"
But Johnny didn't stop. He turned her, pushed her back and down so that she was sitting on her mother's lap, and he bent to lip-nuzzle her nipples. Meanwhile he put both arms around her ... and used his hands to gather up big handfuls of Ruth's big soft knockers. She groaned, twice, the first time when Ellie descended upon her, the second time when Johnny's hands did.
For a moment both women seemed frozen, other than for their erotic shivering. Then Ellie's hands leaped around to grab Johnny's buttocks, and Ruth's came from behind her daughter to slide over his chest. She was soon blindly unbuttoning his shut. Her forearms rocked and bounced Ellie's tits, and Johnny had to close his mouth over the left one to retain possession of it.
Ellie's hand slid in between Johnny's thighs. She began fondling and squeezing the big bulk inside his fly. Suddenly she giggled.
"It's not the shirt we need to worry about, mother! It's his pants-he's about to bust right through them!"
Johnny pretended to chew at her breast, then said around it, "Well, get 'em off, then!"
"The TV...." Ruth gasped. "The front window...."
Johnny pulled away, straightening up with his shirt open down the front and his pants looking like he had a baseball in there. With a bat. He grinned at the disarrayed women, then went over to switch off the TV. He also closed the front drapes. And walked back to stand before them. He opened his pants, dropped them, and the big bone that jumped out and up was belly-high and blood-gorged.
Ruth moaned. Ellie licked her lips. Johnny laughed.
"You see what kind of effect you two have on me?"
"Let's ... let's go back to the bedroom," Ruth said throatily.
Johnny took two steps forward, bent, and picked up her hands. He clapped them over Ellie's tits and rubbed, hard. Both women groaned.
"That's beautiful!" Johnny enthused. "Beautiful, lord, you've got to let me see you doing more of that!"
"But ... she's my daughter!"
"My mother!"
Both of them were trying to get away, although a bit feebly; neither of them was all that weak, women who had worked all their lives. He kept mashing Ruth's hands over Ellie's butter-soft balls of succulent flesh. Ellie's mouth came open and her eyes began to glaze.
"Sure," he said. "So? Hell, I'm young enough to be your son, too, Ruth-but that sure hasn't got in the way of our fucking, has it?"
That, and his use of the word among the three of them, brought on another long silence. Then Ellie flashed him a smile.
"Oh shit! He's right, mother-and it does feel wonderful! Just keep thinking that he's making us do it!" She giggled again. "He's the-the sheik, and we're just in his harem! We have to do whatever he tells us to do!"
"Now that sounds like a great game!" Johnny smiled, gently stroking the big hot log thrusting out from his balls. He had let go Ruth's hands. They remained on her daughter's breasts, motionless.
"Ruth," he said.
After a hesitation, she answered, "Wh-at?"
"Play with that woman's titties. She's going to do something interesting with her mouth!"
Ellie grinned. A visible quiver ran through her mother's hands and arms. Then ... the hands began to move. Tanned, they looked little darker than Ellie's jugs-Johnny would have to see how she got all that sun on them, this summer! Just now she was sighing, as her mother ran her fingers softly over the swollen-looking tit-flesh of the erotically trembling girl, making her sigh and smile in rapturous joy.
Ellie's rather glazed eyes were on Johnny's cock, which he stroked idly, sliding his curving hand up and down without squeezing the distended tube of fleshy need. She puckered up her lips in a long-distance kiss, and he felt a warm charge flare through his balls. He stepped forward. Now the full glory of his manhood was just inches from her face.
Suddenly her hands sprang forward to grab his naked hips. She tugged, opening her mouth, and her fingers slid around onto his buttocks. Then, while she held his ass and her mother continued playing with her tits, the girl regaled the hot rigidity of his horny pecker with clever stabs of her tongue.
She slid a hand around to cradle his balls from beneath, weighing their furry warmth in her palm and fingers, while licking her tongue around and around the silky crown of his tool and the loose skin just behind it. She strained forward a little, and he felt a hot flush of lustful pleasure when her tongue started running warmly, wetly, up and down his entire cockshaft.
He had to put a knee up onto the arm of the chair to support himself. Then he slid his arms around Elbe-and once again began using both hands on the hanging softness of her mother's huge, well-stretched tits. Ruth began moaning, and her hands worked harder and harder. Ellie's springy tit-flesh bulged and rolled all over her chest. And she shoved her mouth on down over Johnny's dick.
Her lips closed hungrily around the round shaft and her tongue darted over it, warm and moist, fast-flicking and filling him with an unsuppressed-and irrepressible-pleasure.
The slow, loving caresses of her softly swaying tongue delighted him. His balls ached with a strong sexual excitement. He pushed forward, sinking more cock into her. He felt the warm flow of blood rushing to his crotch.
Ellie was breathing through her nose, now. His prick was a thick hot gag, filling her face and squeezing her eyes half shut. She accepted it, submitting herself totally to his relentlessly demanding desires and sucking with all her might.
Johnny was in a scorching, rapturous state of pleasure and lust. A caressing female hand worked on his asscheek; another fondled his balls, while her mouth worked sweetly away at his cock with an obviously genuine hunger. He could see, below her face and the thick shaft disappearing into it, another pair of womanly hands working on her tits. And in his hands ... still more tit-flesh, a magnificent, soft plethora of it, a pair of jugs that were gallon jugs. It was all too much. It was all great, just great. He felt like a car that had just had its battery charged all afternoon.
He pumped his hips a few times, forcing Ellie to open wide while he fucked her face. Then he pushed himself back and up, hearing her little sigh of disappointment as his big saliva-shining cock came out of her face. He reached down and removed her mother's hands from her breasts, then seized them and tugged. Ellie came to her feet and against him, grinning in lewd anticipation.
He whispered, "If you'd just kneel right in front of the chair while I put this thing in you, from behind ... and you could make Ruth happy with your mouth-"
She jerked violently. "No! I can't do that! No!"
"God," Ruth said nervously, sitting with her legs well apart and her hands, now, on her own breasts. "What brought that on?"
"I just suggested-"
"Johnny, no!" Ellie cried.
"-that if Ellie sat on the floor, with her back against the chair, and scrooched down, way down, I could kneel astraddle her. That way I could get my hands on you while she uses her mouth on me."
Ruth blinked, then shuddered just at the pleasant thought of it. "What-what's ... what's wrong with ... that, honey?" she asked her daughter.
"Nothing! I LOVE the idea-but that WASN'T what he said before, " Ellie told her. Then she sat down quickly, on the floor with her back against the chair, and started wiggling her shoulders, scooting down while she smiled up at Johnny. She stretched her arms up to him.
"Come on! Come-in!" she said, and showed him her open mouth.
Johnny moved forward to stand astride her, with his butt riding the upper slopes of her breasts. He smiled at Ruth-and then peeled aside her robe to bare her pussy. Ellie was already licking his balls, then his cock, and both her hands were sliding up over his tight, small buttocks.
Then Ellie sucked his cock while he fingerfucked her mother.
They did that for a while, all of them moaning and lustfully trembling. Johnny had most of his right hand up inside Ruth's big, stretched cunt, and with the other hand he was pinching one long thick nipple. Meanwhile Ellie was feeding on his meat, taking it way into the hot recesses of her mouth, and his loins grew hotter and hotter.
He felt the suction, felt it with a pained intensity as her mouth moved farther down his aching tool, inching along, taking as much as possible of its lengthy girth into her mouth, surrounding the needy flesh with the dewy warmth of her saliva and sucking hard.
He felt it starting to happen. He was going to come. And he had an idea, and Ellie cried out in consternation when he whipped his swelling cock out of her mouth. His knees nudged into her armpits as he strained forward-and started shooting great sticky streams of hot jism all over Ruth's fat breasts and onto her belly. She groaned, as if every hot jet burned her flesh.
Ellie was making sobbing sounds, cursing him without even thinking about it, for robbing her of that throatful of come. But he straightened, grasped her strongly in the armpits, and pulled her to her feet. Swinging her around, he shoved her forward.
"There it is!" he told her. "Lap it up!"
"No!" She was almost crying.
"Lap it-up!" he told her, and slapped her buttock hard. "My harem girls have to obey or the eunuch will come in and beat you both!"
Ruth giggled. Johnny shoved Ellie forward.
Ellie sighed and began licking his milky sperm off her mother's quaking body.
Johnny looked down at himself. As usual, his erection was undiminished by that first blast of come. And the way he felt tonight, in this wild and so-sexy scene, it might not go down till Tuesday!
He grabbed Ellie's hips and shoved his cock straight up into her pussy from behind.
Ellie squealed and shivered-and sucked in her mother's nipple. There wasn't any come on it, but neither of them worried about that.
"Is it-is it in your ... your bottom?" Ruth asked excitedly.
"God nuh-ho," her daughter gasped, rocking as she was royally reamed up the cunt, "it's where it belongs!" And she made slurping noises around Ruth's big breast.
Suddenly an intensely excited, wicked look came into Ruth's eyes. She wrapped her arms around the girl and looked past her, at the hunching man behind her.
"Stick it in her bottom!"
"NO-O-O!" Ellie yowled, and struggled wildly. Her mother hung onto her upper body; Johnny's fingers and thumbs dug into her hips and buttocks. Ellie chewed, biting down hard, and Ruth moaned. Her face screwed up in pain, and yet she still trembled with rapture.
"Do it, do it, Johnny!"
"She-I've never-" he began.
"I love it," Ruth cried with overwhelming excitement coursing through her like a tide of burning acid, "and she's my daughter! She will, too-and God, oh God, it's so exciting-I WANT you to!"
Slowly Ellie's head squeezed up between her mother's tits and she looked the other woman in the eyes. "You ... love it? You mean Johnny's ... fucked you ... in the ... the ass?"
Ruth trembled. "Yes! And I LOVE it! You don't know, you just don't KNOW, honey!"
"But-I mean ... what about your-"
"It's too big for him, dear. It's too big for any man. Four of you kids, and your daddy was a hard-sexing man ... and Cynthy was such a big baby ... such a br'ghead!"
A long shiver ran through Ellie. "Je-esus! My mother! I don't even KNOW you!"
All the while the two women talked, Johnny just kept on smiling and kept on poling his sexpole in and out of Ellie's flowing cunt. Now he bent a little, snaked a hand under her, and gave her clitoris a firm, fast rubdown.
"Gah-aaahhhhh-ah, ah, I-I'm ... I co-I'm going to c-c-AAAGH!" Ellie cried out, and she came, jerking as if touched by a cattle prod, then sagging forward against her mother, still quaking and twitching under the force of her superb orgasm.
Johnny slipped his prick out of her contracting cunt and quickly, but with a sleekly sliding gentleness, inserted his prick in her ass. Her climax had relaxed her. She screamed and her fingers dug into Ruth's big tits-but Ellie took it, easily.
Johnny started sawing in and out of her very hot and tight asshole.
Then he began tugging her backward, so that her lolling head bumped down her mother's body.
"Lick!" he ordered. "Kiss! Suck! You're getting pleasure-give it!"
And Ellie, with a shiver, began kissing her mother's wet, gaping pussy.
Ruth's throat spewed forth sighing scream after screaming sigh. Her body jerked and twitched just as her daughter's had done, moments before. Her big jugs jumped and flopped and slapped, the skin jiggling in a beautifully exciting way that drew Johnny's eyes like a pair of big, soft, white magnets.
His cock thrust in and out of Ellie's ass.
Ellie's whole belly was cock-suffused with overwhelming desire. Bent forward in the most provocative of poses with her ass crammed and packed full of hard hot male tool, she sighed into her mother's wet slash. She could not deny that she was deriving a strange intoxicating thrill from the crushing weight of domination and her enforced anal probing ... as well as the knowledge that her mouth was crammed into the hot wet hole from which she had emerged twenty years before.
The girl shuddered in a quick spasm that ran all through her lithe, sensuous body. Her upturned asscheeks juddered softly, and Johnny felt a little tug from up inside her. He rammed and pulled and rammed, jerking his hips to open her up wide inside.
The gripping, almost overwhelming sexuality of it remained, but his tremendous urge to come was gone, now, after he had shot off his sperm. Now he could concentrate on the glory of fucking, the unhurried, deep-piercing balling that certainly proved the adage that getting there was half the fun. Or twice the fun, maybe.
Her ass was warm and soft and open, and his strokes into its canal became ever harder and more insistent.
He didn't even shoot that second load into Ellie's bowels, but, a few minutes later while Ellie fingered his asshole and had her tits again woman-handled by her mother, he pumped it out into the greedy anal cavity of the older woman.
And by the time he left, reminding Ellie that he didn't have the milking on Monday morning, the whole room smelled like sex and Johnny had set a new record, four comes, and into and onto two different women, at that. He wondered if they went to bed separately or together. But he didn't really care. He was weary-and he'd sure taught them a thing or four!
TEN
Charlie and Sharkey showed up a couple of evenings later. With the big cake Anne made, a surprise, and Ruth's blackberry wine, they all had a party. Sharkey and Charlie Green would move into the house with her mother. Anne invited Ellie to live in the big house, but the girl declined.
This they did, and it worked out for a few weeks.
By midsummer, Johnny was still getting all the sex he could use and turning down more; Cynthy remained a reluctant virgin. Also, Charlie and Sharkey had by that time got enough of their mother and had arranged to move onto the Jackson place, help strip that year's tobacco crop for a one-third share, and then stay on as tenants with the usual arrangement for sharing the crops.
After settling up with Charlie, Anne sat down with Ruth and Johnny. They made their trade. He'd be more than a hired hand, now. As owner, Anne would keep forty percent of the revenues, and Johnny would split the other sixty with Ruth and Elbe. Cynthy would stay on in the big house.
"But ... where's Johnny going to live, then?" Cynthy asked.
Anne started to speak, but Johnny jumped. "Down in the Smith house. I hope Ruth won't take it as an insult if I say she's like a mother to me, anyhow."
Sure she is, Ellie thought. Johnny'd been down there screwing them both up the ass, just last night. They did anything he wanted now, both of them.
Sure I am, Ruth thought, with a secret inner smile. She'd really enjoyed it last night, when Johnny had "made" Ellie suck her cunt while he poled her up the back. She'd never had such a marvelous turn-on in all her life.
"That way," Johnny was saying, "I'll take my meals down there and we'll be like a family. Now there'll be times when we'll need more help, and there's always day-workers in town. We can split the cost of that. And if that's settled, I got to go-there's things to do. Looks to me like rain tomorrow." And Johnny left them.
He was out in the barn, getting ready to head to the fields, when Anne came tearfully in to protest his moving out.
"Hush that," Johnny told her firmly. "You and Cynthy still have your games, and that artificial cock. And I'll, ah, stop in now and then. Now get on out of here," he told her, and he stood there pleased while Anne meekly nodded-and left.
King of the walk, Johnny went out and worked his ass off, all afternoon.
Later, when he went up to the loft for hay, Cynthy was there, obviously waiting for him. She was wearing a blanket and a smile. As he stood staring at her, she rose slowly and stood facing him, holding the blanket to her. Then she dropped it. She still wore the smile, but that was absolutely all. Only then did he notice her clothes, piled on a bale of hay.
And the way she looked-all young and soft and yet firm, too, because of her youth-with those big jugs of hers. Her breasts were like enormous blisters, swollen and shiny as if ready to pop. Incredibly, they thrust out proudly and firmly from her chest without the slightest hint of droop.
She had celebrated a birthday yesterday. She was a year older than she had been when he first came here. On paper, at least.
And she was more ready for him than ever.
"I'm tired of being the only one left out," she said, sulkily. "I know about you and Ellie, and mother ... and I've had to watch you and Anne too many times. Now listen here, Johnny Taylor-"
"You listen here, Cynthy Smith," he said, moving toward her. "Shut up and get yourself ready, because you're about to get yourself fucked!"
Her eyes went wide, and her face broke into a smile like sun after a rain. She swung her arms wide, those big tits rising and jiggling springily, and grabbed him against her nakedness as he stepped against her.
He kissed her for a long while. She groaned and shivered with intoxicating sensations, greedily attempting to consume his tongue with all the enthusiasm of sexual starvation. Her big firm tits were heavy, stabbing pressures against him, unwilling to be crushed and doing their best to hold their own against his strong chest. She wagged her hips, delighting at the feel of the bulging of his crotch, the roughness of his pants against her lightly furred mound. Her hands went roaming all over his clothed body with as much enthusiasm as his fondled and caressed her nakedness.
"You feel like silk," he told her in a quiet, throaty voice, "all over!"
"You feel rough! All these clothes-you going to take them off?"
"No," he said, "you are."
She hesitated, looking large-eyed at him. Then she trembled ... and began her task. Her fingers quivered as they got his shirt unbuttoned, taking a long time because of her excitement. Then she ran her hands in and over his muscular body. And started on his buckle. And zipper. He stood as still as he could, watched the restless bobble and jiggle of her outsized breasts and the fantastic way they tightened, up so muscularly when she moved her arms.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, when she had at last denuded him.
His cock was swollen up into an erect and trembling length of hard flesh that throbbed with his heartbeats and quivered with his breathing. With her eyes fastened to that lusty length of maleness, she put out her hands to it. Touching it, she groaned as if her palms were being burned by its heat.
Then she fondled it, sliding her hand up over the flaring head, watching the rumply folds of skin stretch and slip back, noting how the silky-smooth crown twitched at her touch. Her hands slipped back down the shaft to the furry nuts that she knew were filled with the sap of love. She pressed them a little too hard in her enthusiasm, and he winced and told her about it.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Here-get even then!" she said, and she surged her giant jugs out at him. Their skin was like that of a balloon, taut and actually shining in its tightness over the youthful masses of muscularly firm flesh.
Johnny took her up on it. He squeezed each projectile-shaped tit, then roamed his hands back and forth over them, over her sexy milkwagons, teasing her and arousing the heaving, milky pears until they swelled even more tensely and began to flaunt their flower-petal tips.
"Ummm ... that doesn't hurt ... that's lovely, Johnny!"
Her nipples blossomed and swelled to become stiff pink knobs. Treating her words as a challenge, he seized her extended nipples and turned them in his hands. The girl moaned and sighed, shuddering at the painful pleasure assailing her sweeping titty-curves.
Then Johnny did treat them roughly. He mauled her breasts until her face writhed and she twisted her body, and sank slowly to her knees on the blanket she had dropped to display herself to him. Only then did he release her tits, watching how they jumped up and down.
Her face was at a level with his groin. She was staring at his cock. Her eyes rolled up to look at his face, then back to the thick head tipping his hard-on. Her hands rose.
Lowering her eyes demurely so that he was looking down at her long lashes, she watched her own small hands playing with his balls and his steadily stiffening cock. Her tongue emerged from the soft, lewd O of her mouth. He shivered at sight of it, coming lovingly after his thick, stiff prick, moving forward to taste him, to get some skin around his meat.
It tasted rather pleasant, and she gave her full slurping, slavering dedication to the spongy shaft of inflamed flesh. A rapturous smile curved her lips, all around the plug of his cock.
"Ooooooohh-it's nice!" she enthused, and went after it with high exuberance and sucking sounds that were delightfully obscene.
"You like cock, Cynthy?"
"Umm-glmmm!" she said, bobbing her head with her mouth full. She took her lips off his staff long enough to say, "LOVE it!" and then went back after that delightful big chunk of man.
"Then suck it, Cynthy! Suck cock!"
A big shiver went through her. She groaned all around the fleshy shaft filling her face. Then she pulled in her cheeks, tightened the fleshy ring of her lips, and began to pump his cock with passionate excitement and an ernest desire for its thick juice. Her saliva dribbled down all around it, onto her chin and into his pubic nest.
Pushing her head up and down, the super-nubile girl utterly devoted herself to the lovely, fulfilling task of sucking him off.
Her eyes were proud, hotly glazed with desire. Her eager and instinctively expert cocksucking made his belly tighten up. He smiled happily down at the kneeling girl and listened to the wildly exciting sounds she made in her uninhibited fellatio.
Her tongue swirled all over and around the long hard stem while her working mouth sucked it in and out, in and out. She completely enveloped the impaling shaft of muscular maleness with the warm, moist membranes of her mouth. Her thoughts were of his pleasure-and of her own delight, and of the warm sauce pulsing and building up pressure way down at the base of the sexy tool rooted in her mouth. She crushed her fat breasts against his legs, rocking her shoulders. That way the firm-tipped peaks brushed excitingly against the hair of his thighs.
Her full lips pressed moistly about his prick and slid down and out along the tumescent pole as she let it quit her mouth, then came gliding slowly back.
She sucked, hard.
Not even her sisters had gone after his cock this way, the reeling Johnny thought. She made slurping sounds, and she cooed and tugged constantly, with her mouth and both hands. She seemed crazy about it, wild about a faceful of male meat.
She began to use the back of her throat, pulling at him strongly with wet, slurping noises. He groaned. His cock felt like he'd stuck it into a silk-lined vacuum cleaner.
He began to move, driving it deep into the humid cunt formed by her champing lips and sucking mouth. He fucked her face with ruthlessness.
Even gagging, she accepted it and continued milking him with her cock-loving mouth. Moist streaks appeared on her cheeks as his tool stretched her face and pressured the tear-glands. Her eyes were nearly shut. And even as she gasped and gagged, she went after it like a calf at its mother's teat. The enthusiastic little doll was accepting the rough face-fuckery with loving submission. Her fingers fondled and cupped his nuts gently, and she sucked.
She tightened her hands, then loosened them, squeezing his slippery balls while her face formed a hungry wet oral pussy around his prick. Johnny's whole body was lurching, moving, twitching and shuddering. Suddenly he dropped his hands to her head, gripped it, and let go.
Her eyes went very wide as all that cream started bursting into her mouth.
For a moment she quivered and tried to escape his hands, not knowing what to do with the jets of hot milk she had brought forth. But then she gulped ... and her throat started to contract, swallowing spasmodically. She took it down, and he continued ejaculating, pumping the soothing balm in thick jets into her eager throat.
When he was empty and staggering, she fell back gulping-and swallowing.
"Oh my god, oh shit, damn, damn, damn!" she cried, wallowing naked on the blanket and pounding her little hands on the chaff-strewn loft floor. "I wasted it, I wasted it, I-ah! Ow-ummmmm, oh Johnny!"
He had interrupted her by dropping swiftly down to join her on the floor, then sliding his fingers in between her thighs. His hand pressed her firm young pussy-bulge, reveling in the elastic firmness of its flesh and its delicate contours, cupping her delicious, unopened cunt. Then, in an instant, his finger was in her and working rapidly.
He felt the little barrier at once, but he was not interested in fingerfucking the girl who now sprawled and twisted. Now he slicked his finger up between the very firm-pressing lips and found the hidden, untamed bud of lust and need that was her clitoris.
Huge quaking convulsions made her jerk about, and constant sounds, wordless exclamations, flowed and burst out of the mouth she could not get closed. With his lips pressed around the nipple of her breast, he used his fingers to twiddle the nipple of her cunt ... and press it ... and wiggle it ... and slide it back and forth under his finger.
She begged. She whimpered, then sobbed, and begged him to stop and screw her. She had tears running down her face again. His twanging of her trigger heightened her sensual excitement into a desperate yearning that tormented her, like ants crawling around inside her dribbling young pussy. She was shivering and shaking and her flopping, sweat-wet breasts felt swollen to bursting, heavy with passion and desire.
She clutched at him, pushed at him, pounded with her fists. It was all too much-but Johnny continued his manipulations of her darling little girl-trigger, and suddenly she was jerking, going all rigid as it hit her.
Cynthy groaned and shuddered in the excruciating ecstasy of carnal fulfillment. It had come at last, unleashing a surging river of lust that seethed in her little belly and was almost an agony in the hot mush of her cunt. Her young, exquisitely feminine body quaked with the fierce spasms of total sexual rapture.
Then she was lying there as if pole-axed. Her body was covered with perspiration. She gasped for every breath. The corpulent beauties riding her chest shook and heaved, rippled excitedly with her panting breaths. Her hand came down to remove his from her super-sensitized vulva, but he kept it there, pressing gently without continuing any of the clitoral attention he knew she could no longer stand.
Her eyes came open at last. She gazed at him with the warm glow of rapture and gratitude in their depths.
"Oh ... ohhhhh, Johnny," she breathed.
"You didn't know it was going to be like this when you kept fighting me and telling me to stop, did you?"
She shook her head and red hair brushed the floor to send up little wisps of chaff and hay-dust. "No, no, oh no, oh no, Johnny!"
"Something about us," he said. "We don't ever need to be in a hurry."
She shook her head again. "No, no, oh no, no hurry-whatever ... whatever you want to do, whatever you want me to do ... but ... oh Johnny, oh damn, I swallowed it!"
"Did it taste bad?"
"No!" she gave her red-topped head a violent jerk. "No, I loved it! I loved doing it, and then drinking it-ooh!" A shudder of delighted remembrance whipped through her. Her hand clamped his. "No-but I wasted it! Oh damn ... how ... how long will I have to wait?"
"Wait for what?" he asked, deliberately teasing. She didn't know about his greedy cock!
"You know!" she said, lying there on her back in the dimness, gazing up at him with a stricken look. "Until I get it-in me!" And again she shuddered.
"About a minute," Johnny told her, moving in between her parted legs.
"No!" Her eyes sparkled. "Really?" And she lurched strongly up from the floor to stare at his loins. "Oh LOOK! It IS all big again-"
"Still," he corrected. "Too big for you, Cynthy?"
"It'll hurt, won't it?"
"Right at first. It has to. But you'll be a lot better off, and it'll be a lot easier, if you'll really try to relax. I won't torture you-I'm going to shove it into you in one big burst."
Another violent shudder took her and she convulsed, squeezing herself. "Oh God! Yes-do that!"
"Open wide," Johnny instructed, stroking her inner thighs and exerting a gentle outward pressure. "And remember what I said ... relax!"
She opened wide. He used his hand to set his cockhead against the very tight-pressed seam between the jutting lips of her cunt. She trembled.
"Relax-x-x-x," he said in a soothing voice, and pushed, just a little. Those sweet little lips opened, parted before his glans, and then they were flanking it, partially encasing its bulging flare.
"O-o-o-ohhh!" The sound that came tremulously from her lips was in a rising voice of apprehension.
"Relax," he said again, trying to stroke relaxation into her taut young body.
He was in far enough to have gained a beachhead. The next step was to push, hard, and sink it into her in one strong surge that wouldn't prolong the pressure, the torment of stretching and then tearing the guardian membrane a whimsical-and sadistic?-God had seen fit to stretch across the channel to her deepest pleasure.
He pushed, to get it in a bit farther before that last sudden and final effort. She groaned. The tight cleft between her satiny labia was forced into a rounded ring to accommodate the head of his tool. The narrow ring was magnificently, only slightly painfully distended by the bulk of the fat meat edging its way inside her.
She felt it, felt it with every concentrated nerve at the core of her belly. She set her mind to that feeling, that sensation of her own body's expanding around a bar of flesh that was soft, and warm, and so sexy-and yet so totally, fantastically hard. She had the thought that she would never again really feel it this way. After this she would be open, accessible, and as ready to ball as her sexy sisters. But this time ... she sighed and lay back with her eyes fixed on the ceiling of the loft. Oh, it was lovely, just lovely, all that sensation, all at that one secret area of her body ... that hitherto secret area.
Now it was to be secret and unplumbed no more. Now this man, this Johnny, who she knew had balled her sisters and her mother and the woman she lived with and pleasured in such a strange way ... now he was to know her, to know her very insides, the hot rubbery lair of her sexuality.
Suddenly she felt just wonderful, almost floating, relaxed and wanting it, and Cynthy cried:
"Nail me! Stick me! Dick me-RAM it in, Johnny darling!"
Then she screamed as he did, making a lunge that stabbed her brutally. There was a sudden hot, stinging pressure, a swift burning, the sensation of an inward tearing, and a red flash of pain. That time she did not scream, but only groaned. She was actually able to feel the flood of virginal blood that enveloped his big ramming dick, and she hoped he felt it too.
And that, she thought, took care of her troublesome virginity!
She could feel it inside her, too, big and thick and hot and pulsing with his heartbeats, with the blood that rushed through his body to engorge his pecker and turn it into a cock; she felt it spreading her insides just as it had spread her lips, opening up a long-closed channel and keeping it open, propping it so that she would be forever open there, straightening out every slippery, soft little wrinkle in the twitching, slitted sleeve of her cunt.
He did not stop that initial thrust until he had impaled her to his full length. The whole shank of his cock swooped on into the warm grip of moist interior heat, the heat of a furnace. Then he lay full length on her, propping himself above her big breasts with his palms flat on the floor, his nuts nestled warmly in the fork of her thighs.
He was absolutely motionless for a long while, letting the girl and her tantalizing taut interior grow accustomed to this first invasion. Then he concentrated on the muscle or muscles that made his cock twitch, when it was erect, and he made it twitch inside her, again and again.
Her eyes gazed widely up at his. "What-what are you doing?"
He smiled. "Tickling your pussy," he told her.
"Wow! I can feel it-I didn't know you could do THAT! What a clever thing-how are you doing that?"
"Concentrating. Thinking about it. There are muscles down there. I found them a long time ago. Once it's up, I can make my dick lurch around, jerk back and forth. It-takes a lot of effort, though. You've probably got the same muscles."
"Really? Where-show me, tell me!" Her hands squeezed at his shoulders. "Oooooooh! You feel GOOD in me, now!"
He was already chuckling. "I can't tell you or show you-you have to find them yourself. Think about it. Think about squeezing, inside. Try to squeeze me out, maybe, like when you're taking one and use that muscle in back. Maybe your brain will find it all by itself, if you-hey!"
She was staring up at him, lying rather stiffly, obviously concentrating hard and making an effort, a strong conscious effort. And she succeeded. Her cunt gave his cock a squeeze that was almost painful. It made him break off talking, made him wince and screw up his face. And it felt marvelous!
"Uh," he grunted. "You're ... doing it ... God! I think ... you've got ... teeth in it!"
The naked girl laughed joyously. The big mounds of her breasts bobbed and jiggled with the mirthful quaking of her body. And she kept on squeezing.
"I-think you could ... probably squeeze me off in there," Johnny said, "without ... my even moving!"
"Oh ... well ... uh, I don't, uh, think I want that!" Her face had clouded a bit. "I mean-that's uh, not fucking!"
"You'll feel some more pain when I start to move," he warned.
"It wasn't so bad. And it's OK now-lord, it's better'n OK, it's great! I love you in me, and on top of me like this-so strong and big-so it'll hurt a little more. It'll go away, won't it?"
"I hope to hell!"
Her eyes flashed and her face and voice were urgent, determined. "Then DO it! You're in, darling-now fuck me!"
He pulled back. Listening to her moan and feeling her tensing up, he waited. She relaxed again, and he pushed once more into that vehemently tight glove. Again she gasped and screwed up her face; again he waited; again she loosened, and he withdrew again ... and pumped in again ... and withdrew a little sooner, that time, and shoved straight back in ... and began fucking her.
The sweetly pink folds grasped and then pulled at his cock, clutching at its distended, throbbing thickness and sliding along its slimy length every time it came partway out of her. Her inner clutch was tight, all the way in and all the way out. His cock had never known such tightness in a cunt. Only rectal channels had a right to be so snug-fitting around the thick staff of his cock!
The elastic labia folded back in when, with a rampant new stroke and a squelching sound, he shot it back into her steaming pussy. Her eyes started and she groaned. His big prong felt like it was coming all the way up into her belly!
But she loved it. She concentrated, exerting her muscles to clamp down on him and hold him there, a seized and imprisoned prisoner of her pussy.
They panted together, with the thick root of his groin throbbing, working its way around in the recesses of her slippery cunt. He fucked her with a relentlessly hot, stormy cadence. And beneath him the girl groaned, ever in less pain and in steadily mounting ecstasy, as his granite-like hard-on throbbed and pulsed inside her, in ever-growing power and need. The great tube of male meat grew in her until it was all her cunt could take, very nearly more than her lubricious depths could take without tearing.
"How-how long can ... can you keep this up?"
He chuckled, pausing in his relentless in-and-out movements. "How long do you think you could?"
She sighed. "I love it. I love it!" She arched her neck up to kiss his neck but winced as that exerted a little painful pressure at the mouth of her vulva. She sank back. "But-I guess ... I am a little sore. Longer ... next time, maybe, hmm?"
"Longer next time," Johnny grinned, nodding in pure delight. And he let go, and slicked it rapidly in and out, feeling it building up in his balls. He gritted his teeth. "I think-I think I'd better take it out," he said. "And buy some rubbers next time I'm in town."
"A gross!" she cried. But her forehead was contracted in a little frown. "Oh, but I hate for you to take it out-I'd love to feel that juice coming in me, the same way it did in my mouth!"
"Well," Johnny said, groaning and tensing, "get ready for it in your mouth, then!"
And he whipped it out. The pain was excruciating as he clamped his thumb and fingers around the base of his prick, pressing in on the big swollen sperm-tube bulging all along the underside of the jerking shaft. He lurched quickly up her body toward her face-where, after that first shocked widening of her eyes, she suddenly smiled happily, then opened her mouth wide.
He shot it full of sperm and she swallowed and licked and licked some more and then hung onto him for a long, long while.
"There's nothing up here," he told her at last. "You'd better give yourself a little bathing here, when you go in." He stroked her soft pussy, which had red stains all about its swollen lips. "And use a little lotion of some kind. You've been cut, inside, that's what it really is."
"Yes," she sighed, kissing his chest and fondling his crotch.
"Don't do that," he warned, "it'll get big again."
"I don't believe you!"
"Just don't," he said. "You'll see ... sometime...."
"THREE times?" She jerked up into a sitting position to stare at him, wincing a little and then dropping a hand onto her rather sore pussy.
He nodded solemnly. "It's been known to happen," he said.
Here eyes went dreamy, far away, and her voice sounded the same. "Me ... and Anne both ... all at one time ... oh, WOW! I mean ... you CAN, can't you? You just did it, twice-and you could again! That's two for me and one for her!"
He laughed. "Or one for you and two for her?" he teased, fondling one of the girl's almost ridiculously big tits.
She wiggled at the caress. "Hmp! Ohhhh, no! Anne likes to be hurt, put down. Think about it. Think about how much all three of us will love it, Johnny-with you screwing me while she had to watch, all tied up!" She shivered at the delicious thought and hugged him, then herself. "Ohhh! Yes! We've GOT to do THAT!"
Johnny laughed. Her enthusiasm was out of sight. So were her ideas. And ... yeah. He liked that thought, too. Anne would dig it. Maybe he and Cynthy could make her weep and beg for it, letting her see them balling happily with her tied up and watching helplessly ... which she was sure to love.
He was getting ready to leave the loft when Ellie came up the ladder. She paused, only her chest and head showing, while she gazed at him. Then she came on up.
"I was just getting ready to go down," Johnny told her.
"Oh great," she said, but with little animation-and she swiftly opened her jeans and let them drop. She was bare beneath, as usual, with that curling bush an inviting jungle between the firm tops of her thighs, their hollows looking white and yummily female. She spread her legs. "Don't let me stop you ... come on over and go down."
"Jesus," Johnny grunted. "I meant I was going down out of thisioft!"
She put her head on one side as she stared at him. Glared, was more like it. "After Cynthy?"
"Hmm?"
"You heard me. I said after Cynthy. I saw her heading for the big house as I was starting for the barn. She was definitely walking bowlegged. And grinning from ear to ear. Damn you!"
"Damn me? Why?"
"You just fucked my baby sister! You took her little cherry!"
Johnny sighed and shoved his thumbs into his belt. Then he nodded, his eyes on hers rather than on the furry pussy she was still flaunting, with her legs so lewdly and invitingly spread. "Well," he said, "that's true."
After glowering at him awhile longer, Ellie at last relaxed and gave her head a swift shake. "Shit! No way to get to you, is there?"
"Get to me? Come on, Ellie, you know damned well she's been bird-doggin' me ever since I showed up here. She knows you and I've been screwing. And me and Ruth too. And ... Anne. She's been wanting her little pot opened for a long time. A long time. Hell, she's even followed me around. You know that, though, don't you?"
Ellie heaved a breast-trembling sigh and nodded. The top couple of buttons of her shirt were loose and open, displaying the shimmering top surfaces of her breasts. He could see the cleavage closing up with every breath she drew.
"Yeah," she said disconsolately. "I knew. I just ... I thought ... well, shit, Johnny. How in hell can you take care of all of us?"
"With pleasure."
She tossed her head. "You bastard!"
"Cut that, Ellie. What the hell's really bugging you?"
"What I said! You ... even you with your non-stop balls ... four women?"
"Three women and a girl," Johnny amended equably.
"Hell, a girl's even worse-Cynthy's going to be wanting it all the time!"
"I'll worry about that, Elbe."
"Well, damnit-so will I!" Her head came up again and she stared at him. Her tongue ran out to moisten her ripe lips. "I mean-well, I was coming out here just now to-to get myself screwed!"
Johnny wagged his head. "Boy, how you do talk! Maybe we ought to think about getting another man on the place, hmmm?"
Ellie gazed at him for a long while, and at last Johnny saw that her eyes were shimmering wetly. "Well, that won't help me!" she snapped, and she licked her lips, looked uncomfortable, and at last lowered her head to gaze down at the chaff-strewn floor of the loft. "I'm hung up on you, damn you!"
"Well, I reckon I'm sort of hung up on you too, Ellie. But what's that got to do with the others? That's just sex, their needs. What we need to do is get them married off, like Sharkey."
Slowly, her head came up, and she regarded him with her head on one side and her wet eyes narrowed. "You ... but ... if we did that, you'd never be able to stand it! Not after what you've got used to! You-you'd be running around on me all the time."
This time, Johnny said nothing. As far as he was concerned, it had been said. All she had to do was see what was there. And then make up her mind what to do about it.
Which she seemed to be doing, standing there naked from the waist down, gazing thoughtfully at him with her eyes narrowed. That forced out a tear, which he watched go streaking down her cheek. He wanted to go and hold her and console her. But he didn't. That didn't seem the thing to do, right now.
At last she said, "That ... that's it. I guess I see the point. The thing for me to do is find somebody else to get myself hung up on, isn't it?"
"I guess it wouldn't be fair for me to say I wish you wouldn't," Johnny told her quietly, and that got him another long look.
Then she bent for her crumpled jeans.
"Ellie."
She looked up, then trembled when she saw it, the big snake of his cock, hanging loosely out of his pants. It was arrogant even in its relaxed state.
"Kick out of those pants and come here quick," he said. "I want to get this up in you."
A great shudder went through her as she stood looking at his prick, still bent over, her breasts twin balls that pressed tautly against the thin, straining cloth of her shirt. He could see the nipples. Her tits were bare, her nipples half-erect. He flexed the anal muscle that made his hanging peter jerk.
Ellie straightened up, kicked away her pants, and came to him. They kissed for a long while, with her squirming her bare pussy against his pecker, hanging out of his open fly. His hands cupped and squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass and she shoved in to try to dent his chest with the impudent protruberances of her breasts. Her mouth moving around his, her tongue flicking and jabbing, she began to moan and move with more vehemence.
Then she released him, struggled free of his embrace, and dropped down before him. Her mouth began moving all over his cock, half erect now, a soft-on, long and thick but not up. She licked and sucked her sister's virgin cunt off him, and both of them knew what she was doing, what she was telling him.
The hot moist mouth enveloping his length of flesh soon hardened it up until it was throbbing and pulsing and long enough to start shoving her head back. Now her lips were pursed in a wet, round oval, strained wide by turgidly thick and rocky hard cock.
She worked lovingly over it until his penis stood tall, pulsing and hot with new blood and ready for its noblest purpose. His irrepressible tool was a thick hot bludgeon now, stabbing out of the tangled darkish hair of his groin.
When she slipped her hand in under the big staff to fondle his balls, she found them boiling with passion. He was trembling.
Suddenly he bent, got her blouse open, and began mauling her tits with both hands. Ellie shivered and sighed. And suddenly he bent his knees, half squatting, and came up again in a way that shoved his long thick prick up through the valley of her breasts. He shoved them together around it and clasped it there in their warm embrace.
Ellie looked down to see the fat, reddened head of his tool seeming to stare one-eyed up at her from between her swollen-looking breasts. And she sighed, and looked up at him, clasping both her hands over his.
"In me, Johnny ... in me, please!"
He pulled his hands away from her tits, which jiggled wildly as they resumed their normal positions. His fingers went to his buckle, and again Ellie caught them.
"No," she whispered. "Keep your pants on. Just fuck me, screw me, take me ... like a rapist!" And she flopped over backward on the hard floor, not on the hay, grunting as she came down, then rushing her hands up to quell the heavy jumping of her tits. She flung her legs wide and held her arms up to him.
Johnny went to his knees between her thighs and in seconds his big shining cockhead was opening her pussy, forcing the lips to part submissively, then squirm aside. He rammed it in the rest of the way with a hard forward surge, and she groaned aloud and flailed her head against the loft floor. Chaff skittered and flew.
He didn't wait for anything, not for a more adequate flow of her inner juices or for her tender inner tissues to accommodate themselves to his hard-on. He began rutting into her like an electric drill, tooling her box as he rode the soft naked curve of her stomach, feeling her clasp him inwardly with the warm snug grip of her cunt. It was very hot.
He humped and hunched her hard, and at once flowing juices oiled the streaking shaft thrusting so steadily into her. It aided his prick in its drilling for the farthest reaches of her warm, welcoming inner wetness.
She sighed and moaned and began smiling, sliding her hands up and down his big arms.
He fucked her with rapid strokes, pushing forcefully into the ever-widening split of her loins.
Wriggling between the sweeping curves of her rocking thighs and bouncing his belly off hers with sharp slapping sounds.
He was happily wallowing on the voluptuousness of her body's marvelous curves, his prick wallowing in the voluptuousness of her warm liquid depths.
The steady pumping and sliding of that thick cock in her sex-hungry pussy took over her body and she responded with a rhythmic raising and lowering of her hips. The loft was good; there were no springs to weaken his thrusts or hers. Her buttocks slapped meatily, making lewd sounds that both of them could hear, and revel in.
Sounds of pleasure issued urgently from her throat.
She pumped her hips more and more rapidly as her passion rose.
Blood hammered behind her perspiration-damp temples.
Her obviously frantic responses spurred him to give her an even more uncurbed fucking.
Hoisting her legs up, he pushed them down onto her chest, forcing her own thighs to crush the shaking mounds of her tits. The furrow of her pelvis was immediately turned into a long, tight slit that led into a bottomless chasm. It was like nothing he had ever felt around his cock, slithering all along it, clasping it hungrily and warmly with wonderful tightness. He had suddenly made her tighter than her once-plumbed sister.
Her mouth panted open, framed between her own doubled knees. She groaned at the constrictively tight feeling all around the great thick pole he held buried in her. He was spreading her entire body, seeming to split her right up the middle. With cock. It was, she thought gasping, a good way to be split.
Like an iron-hard saw, his prick pushed relentlessly into the pulsing heat of her taut-clasping, straining-and longing-hole.
Her body gloved him and gripped him wetly and very tightly. Strong inner membranes squeezed like elastic bands about his surging cock.
He rammed in and out of her drastically reshaped channel with all his strength, jerking his ass and writhing his hips, pushing against the floor behind him with the toes of his shoes. His driving body crushed her legs down into the chalky skin-mounds of her bosom, and framed her twisted face with her own legs. They crushed into her shoulders, made her arms useless.
His balls ached with the bloating of the huge load begging to be shot off.
Rivulets of sweat gleamed between her crushed tits and she grunted with strain. She could no longer move. She could only lie there, obscenely doubled, and stare up at him. And be fucked. As if he were, as she had said, a rapist.
The swollen tip of his eager cock went far, far into her, abrading every inner surface and coming to a stop in its violent in-gliding only when its broad head brought jarringly up against the spongy inner knob that was the neck of her uterus. She shuddered and quivered like a captive bird.
As for Johnny's sensations ... incredible. Indescribable. Good. Better than housing his cock in a hot-gripping asshole. Better than rummaging with it in Cynthy's virginally clutching depths. She was so tight, doubled this way, and her pussy's squirmy channel so long and narrow, that the sensation around his plummeting cock was almost pain. He was soon gasping and shuddering. The pressure in his loaded balls began approaching the pain point as he ground down, with a raw unadulterated lust that sent his tight-clasped prick forging deep into her.
His balls jammed hard against ripe red lovelips with each instroke. The cloying heat and tightness inside and that constant banging of his balls sent him hurtling over the top.
He came, gasping.
Grinning delightedly and crooning to him, she stroked and clasped his stiffening, suddenly shuddering body.
Then flowing male seed entered her in a gushing tide. His jerking cock kept pumping it into her until the white fluid trickled in little rivulets over the ravaged lips of her drenched gash.
She lay there and held his body on hers for a long, long while, stroking him as she stared unseeingly up at the ceiling of the loft where he had first taken her.
Since then, she thought with a sigh, he had really taken her. Taken her over. Well, she'd just work at it. The thing to do was get that little bitch Cynthy married off and out of here. She didn't mind sharing him with her mother, even with Anne. She knew he'd never prefer them to her. But ... Cynthy....
Some thirty minutes later, Johnny was leaving the barn, wearing the satisfied smirk of a man who has it made. Ellie, he thought, securing the barn door. And Ruth. And Anne. And now Cynthy and a new relationship between him and Ellie!
And ... Elbe-Ruth, he thought, starting to the house. And Ann-Cynthy! What a thought-what a mind-blowing thought-suppose that some day he had them all together, all four of his ... herd!
The huge bull, Ben, was standing at the head of his high-fenced enclosure, staring at Johnny as the man walked by.
Johnny looked over at the bull, cocked his head, grinned, and gave him a conspiratorial wink.
