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Of Sex And Flesh ....(83k)    by Gloria West

"Lenny!" I screamed as loudly as I could. "You're killing me!"

He was still silent. All of the prick was in me, and his pelvis was against mine. It was like a hot poker searing my flesh; and I resorted to cramming my wrist into my mouth, thinking it would help the pain.

"You asked for it, and you're getting it!" he almost yelled like a maniac. "You goddamn women are all alike. Take it, damn you!"

Then he pulled back at least eight inches and then rammed it back in with such a force that I thought I'd go through the ground when our pelvises met again.

I realized I was screaming and crying at the same time. I'd spit out my wrist, and my head was rolling from side to side, though none of that helped. The thing that I'd wanted so badly had turned into plain hell, and the more it hurt the more pullbacks and shove ins he administered.

He was working up and down so rapidly now that I thought each time he went back in the damn thing got longer and thicker.

My pain was so intense, that my addled brain said for me to work against the pain and help, so he could finish quicker. I did that.

My pain was diminishing, but my cunt was getting hot and itchy. I began moving my ass, rotating and undulating.

"Shove it in, Lenny!" I yelled. "Work it in and out. Hurry! Goddamn it, Lenny, hurry!"

The heat that had been supplanted began causing me as much trouble as the pain had, and I reached his buttocks and began pulling him toward me.

"Move it, Lenny," I implored. "You got me started, and now I want it-do you hear? I want it!...." CHAPTER ONE

From the day Alice told me about Lenny I became very curious. It was much more than curiosity, really, because mere curiosity wouldn't have made me want him so badly. Alice and I had been sitting at the edge of the oak thicket near where Lenny was disking a young crop of cotton.

"My stepbrother's a real man, isn't he, Alice?" I said casually, watching Lenny make a turn at the end of the rows.

"Yes...." she hesitated, " ... yes, I guess he is."

"You don't sound like you really mean that," I said, realizing immediately that my tongue had slipped.

"Jeri!" she exclaimed, frightening me, really. "You don't realize how big he is!"

"How big he is? What do you mean? He's only-six feet tall."

"Oh, Jeri, you know what I mean! I don't mean how tall he is or how much he weighs ... it's him ... down there-he almost tears me apart when he does it to me."

An electrifying shock raced through me the instant I understood what she'd meant. My mind raced backward to the many dreams I'd had about being a small gray mare out in a vast pasture. There was this beautiful stallion, just as black as I was gray; and he was racing after me, kicking up grass with his huge hooves as he gained on me, shortening the distance between us. Finally he lashed out in front of me and forced me to stop. Instantly he mounted me and I felt his giant instrument penetrate with such force that I wasn't at all sure I could stand another inch in me. His sharp teeth had their firm grip on my neck, and it seemed that he was going even deeper into me.

Then I recalled that I had awakened possessed with a passion which I had never before experienced, and the moisture above my thighs worried me tremendously.

I had hurried to the bathroom to attend myself, just a moment before my stepmother knocked at my door, only to discover later that I was not in my room.

"Sorry, Jeri, thought you were still asleep. You haven't forgotten that this is our shopping day...."

"No, Vera. I'll be down soon."

"All right, dear. Breakfast's almost ready."

When I'd had dreams like that it always worried me that the family could tell what I'd dreamed. At times I was so embarrassed that I felt like leaving the table.

"What would you do, Jeri?" Alice suddenly said, breaking my thoughts.

"About what?"

"About Lenny. I don't know how to tell him that he nearly kills me when he puts that horrible thing in me. Looks like he could tell that it hurts me."

She doesn't know how lucky she is, I thought. What would she do if the great black stallion mounted her?

"You're probably laughing at me," Alice pouted. "But wait till you get married! You'll find out what I mean."

"I'm not laughing at you, Alice!" I denied. "But you had Lenny before you married him, didn't you?"

"No-no, I didn't."

They'd been married only a month, and I hadn't liked it one bit that my stepbrother had chosen her for his wife. Not that I had anything against her, but it was just that I hadn't wanted Lenny to get married. He was twenty-five, but I still told myself at the time that he was too young.

Alice was twenty-three, and I realize now that it was because I was jealous that I had always thought she was too old for him. I was nineteen and still a virgin, and I thought that my age and Lenny's were about the right distance apart for two people to marry one another.

Now, as Alice sat pouting about the bigness of Lenny's penis, my mind was half divided between Lenny and the black stallion. Alice had told me something about Lenny that I'd never known-had never had the chance to find out during the two years his mother and my father had been married.

Lenny was a shy man, and even when he'd swum in the river near our house he'd worn his overalls. When he'd come out of the water he'd been careful not to turn toward me.

I used to watch, hoping that I could see if the water had molded his overalls tightly enough so I could see some outline.

"I might get a divorce, Jeri," she said suddenly. "I don't think I can stand that horrible thing in me one more time."

"Oh, forget it, Alice. It can't be that bad. What if one of those big stallions got you? Then you'd really have something to yell about."

"I think he's bigger than one of those stallions! With him around, I don't think your dad needs a stallion to breed the mares."

This time an even larger jolt of power shot through me, and instantly I felt the moisture above my thighs, making me very uncomfortable.

How could she pretend that something so wonderful was so distasteful to her? How could she help going to Lenny's tractor and pulling him off and making him take her right then?

"I'm going to the house, Jeri," she said, rising quickly. "I guess you think I'm awful for talking about your stepbrother like that. But, after all, he isn't your real brother."

"I've never had a real brother, and I look upon Lenny as my real brother. And I don't believe I could think any more of a real brother than I think of Lenny."

"I guess I hadn't realized that," she said apologetically. "Are you coming to the house with me? Vera's not back yet, and I think I'd better do a little work before she gets home."

I rose and followed behind her, as she walked slowly and thoughtfully toward the two-story ranch house.

Vera was very strict with Alice about helping keep the house-especially hers and Lenny's part of the second story. They occupied two bedrooms upstairs, but I wasn't sure that they did or didn't use both of them. I did know that Alice kept both of them clean.

As Alice mounted the rear steps entering the kitchen, I watched the sway of her hips and buttocks, and I couldn't much blame Lenny for liking what he'd bargained for. Alice was built like that proverbial brick outhouse, and she was pretty. Somehow I liked her better now, since she'd confessed that she didn't like Lenny's sex. I was far too stupid or too dishonest then to realize why I'd changed my mind about her.

Inside the door Alice allowed me to pass her, then reached out and put both arms around my waist, pressing her midsection against my buttocks and squeezing me tightly.

"Maybe I should've married somebody like you-and I wouldn't have to worry about a horrible thing like that inside me," she said softly.

"I beg your pardon!"

I hurriedly withdrew from her and looked her squarely in the face.

"I didn't mean it like it sounded," she apologized.

Even though I glared at her, some peculiar thoughts entered my mind and I imagined Alice doing things to me that I had read of women doing to other women. For the first time since she'd mentioned the bigness of Lenny I wasn't thinking of the stallion. I was thinking instead of watching her walk up the kitchen steps and the way her pelvis had pressed against me.

"I hardly think that the law would allow women to marry one another, Jeri," she said, smiling as though she were trying to make me realize that she'd meant no harm in what she'd said.

"I suppose not," I said, dropping my eyes and gazing at the front of her where her large breasts strained against the tight dress she wore. "Maybe I'm guilty about my own thoughts."

"You sound so honest-like maybe you're admitting something that not very many women will admit. What were your thoughts?"

I turned abruptly and left her standing and rushed upstairs to my room.

Sitting gingerly on the edge of my bed, I noticed a funny tingling sensation racing up my spine, and my breasts throbbed as though my pulse was right in my nipples. I touched my breasts, softly first, then squeezed hard enough to have hurt badly had I not been so sexually excited. But now it gave me a sense of security, a small bit of consolation for what bothered me, but a poor substitute nevertheless.

"Damn Alice!" I said aloud. "Damn her for telling me about the size of Lenny's penis-damn her for rubbing herself against me."

During the two years that Vera and Father had been married things had been fairly pleasant around the farm. I'd had a lot of fun with Lenny, and Vera had kept me either in stitches with her jokes or had kept me more than happy with her softness and consideration. Though her warmth and occasional intimate caresses had worried me at times, I'd never really figured that she'd meant anything by it but deep interest in Our getting on well with each other.

She was a pretty woman at thirty-nine. She was curvy and heavily endowed, breast-wise. Anybody could easily mistake her for thirty, and many registered surprise upon learning that she was older. She had given birth to Lenny at the age of fourteen, and Lenny had told me that several times when he and his mother were in public together people thought they were either man and wife or boy friend and girl friend.

I hear footsteps coming softly down the carpeted hallway, and immediately I suspected that Alice was going to tidy up her rooms. But when a soft knock sounded on my closed door, I knew that it was Vera.

"Come in, Vera," I said loudly.

She entered, smiling, and her black hair flowed prettily and the lower curls touched her shoulders.

Instantly I felt guilty, because I'd been so interested in that private part of Lenny, and I wondered if she would be able to see guilt in my eyes.

"Are you ill, dear?" she asked, sitting beside me and running her fingers through my straight blonde hair.

"No. I feel very well today. Did Daddy get his plane all right?"

"We were early and he and I waited together. He was terribly worried about Charley, and I think he was a little hurt that you didn't go with him."

I dropped my eyes and avoided looking at her. Charley was Daddy's brother, and he was very ill. But Daddy knew that I didn't like planes, anyhow, and flying two thousand miles and farther would've had me looney.

"Don't feel too badly about it, dear," Vera added quickly. "He knew how you felt about planes."

I looked into her eyes, and they were the same laughing eyes that I'd always liked. I smiled wanly at her and took her hand between mine.

"Vera, you're so different from what some girls and boys say about stepmothers. I'm so very glad you married Daddy!"

"Thank you, Jeri. I am too. Not only did I get a fine man, but also a wonderful addition to my small family. Would you like to come down with me to the kitchen and keep me company while I make dinner?"

"Why don't you rest and let Alice and me fix dinner? You're tired from the drive-I don't know why Daddy didn't take the car and leave it parked at the airport."

"Because, dear, he didn't know how long he'd be gone; and besides, he wanted to talk to me while we drove. And I'm not a bit tired-perhaps I'm a bit lonely, that's all."

"Did he have something special to talk about? Perhaps about your talking me into going back to college come fall?"

"No, he's given up on that. He feels that when you're ready to return to school you'll do it on your own. He was talking to me about his will. For some reason he's had that on his mind."

"His will?"

"Yes. He was explaining to me that he has left everything to you-because he feels that all being yours you'll take care of me. Poor dear, he worries all the time about something."

A terrible, ominous feeling came over me suddenly, and I guess I squeezed Vera's hand so hard that it hurt her. The very thought of something happening to Daddy appalled me.

"Why was he talking about some old will?"

"I don't know, Jeri. I guess everybody talks about wills sooner or later. He just wanted to let me know why he wasn't leaving me much of anything."

"But why mention it at a time when he was going in one of those crazy planes?"

I realized that I was nearly screaming at her.

"Don't get all upset, dear," she soothed, placing an arm around me. "It's perfectly normal for somebody to talk about a will-maybe any time."

Both of us fell silent to listen to the distant sound of the telephone ringing downstairs. It stopped ringing and I assumed that Alice had answered it. Before Alice had hurried upstairs to call Vera, I wished that instrument had-never rung.

"It's the Sheriff's Office, Vera," Alice called from the hallway.

Even though I was hurrying, Vera was ahead of me in a mad rush down the staircase. My heart made horrible leaps at my chest as I watched Vera's expressions, while she listened on the phone. I knew it; Daddy was dead. The crazy plane had gone down.

"It crashed," Vera said through cold, drawn lips. "No survivors."

It was a godsend that Vera was strong and that she knew that only one of us could afford to break down and fly to pieces. She allowed me the right, and I broke down. I'd lost my mother when I was ten, and since then Daddy and I had rarely ever parted.

I recalled vividly that she and Alice were holding onto me, and I suppose I was never to forget that slow, wobbly march up the stairs to my room. There was the one odd thing I remembered doing. I screamed out Lenny's name!

CHAPTER TWO

By the time the will was probated I'd begun to be myself again. It was early fall and Lenny was busy with the hands picking the cotton. As usual, the South was hot and sticky, and I'd begun to spend a lot of time at the river's edge and at the small lake surrounded by heavy underbrush and oak trees. There was a certain loneliness about being there by myself, yet the water and foliage seemed to console me. Lenny had liked the place immediately upon moving to the farm; but Alice would never go there after the first time, because she'd seen a water snake.

Vera wasn't a water bug, and she couldn't swim. I'd many times tried to get her to go there with me, but she'd always refused.

Now I was glad that it was still my place, except when Lenny wanted to swim there evenings and Sundays. But the few times he had been there since Daddy had been killed, it seemed that he managed to wait until I'd already left. It had caused a lot of wonder in my mind, yet I constantly remembered that I had screamed his name the day the plane had crashed.

Lenny was my kin. Only a stepbrother, but my kin nevertheless. He was also Alice's husband. But now, as I sat naked at the water's edge, my feet dangling in the water, neither factor bothered me.

I had changed. I knew I'd changed. I could feel it. All I was waiting for was to get over Daddy's leaving. I was a land owner. Two thousand acres, almost five hundred acres under cultivation, sixty head of fine horses, several hundred head of milk and beef cattle, plus all the fringe animals worth a lot of money.

Some funny little feeling crossed my mind and I smiled. I own Lenny too. I'm going to have Lenny. I'm going to feel that large instrument of love pierce my virginity and make me scream with pain. I'd take care of Alice. There'd been a lot of time to think during the time I'd been getting over Daddy's death. Alice wasn't an ordinary woman. She'd kissed me and played with my breasts when she'd thought I was sleeping.

I heard a rustle behind me, and I was aware that I was no longer alone. The sun was sinking rapidly behind the horizon, and twilight wasn't longer than half an hour away.

"Jeri?"

It was Lenny's voice. "Yes, Lenny?"

"Jeri, you're naked!"

"Yes, Lenny."

"I feel ashamed to walk up this way, but I was worried, because you didn't come for dinner."

"Don't feel ashamed, Lenny-there's nothing I want to hide."

There was a momentary silence, during which time I was very worried that he'd walk away. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to want me so bad that he'd rape me.

"I'm your brother, Jeri," he said finally. "So?"

"I shouldn't see you naked. Why don't you come to the house and eat? Mother's worried about you."

Before he had a chance to retreat or to turn his head, I jumped up and faced him, my pert young breasts pouting out at him and my pubic area offering inviting lips to him.

"Jeri!"

"You don't like it?"

"-----------------"

"You're stunned?"

"...Jeri, you're beautiful!"

"The main thing is that I'm a woman. And I'm a woman who hasn't ever had a man. I want a man, Lenny. You're a man, and I want you!"

His face was grim, his eyes troubled, and his lips were slightly parted with awe.

I allowed myself a glance at his lower region and saw that his jeans were full from that lump of flesh growing from his midsection. Even though I was very brazen and whorish, he wanted me that way. He was growing rapidly, and I began a slow advance toward him.

By the time I eliminated the distance between us and my knees brushed his, the snake-like thing had grown tremendously and crawled distantly down his leg. While I'd expected him to say something else or move away from me, I was also hoping that he wouldn't. He was frozen, mute. His pretty blue eyes were boring into mine, and he wasn't seeing my body at all.

Instead of putting my arms around him, as might have been expected by him or anybody else, I reached down and rubbed my hand against, the growth that fascinated me to such recklessness. My hand went back and forth over the full length of the protrusion, and I could hardly bear to wait for him to hurt me with it, as Alice had said he'd done to her.

"Do you know what you're doing, Jeri?" he asked coldly, causing me to flinch.

"I don't want to know," I said hurriedly.

"I'm your brother," he reminded me.

"Stepbrother!" I screamed out.

"Jeri, please! Try to understand. We're kin.-n if it's only by marriage. If my mother and Alice ever saw us this way they wouldn't understand."

"Your mother! Your Alice! What do you suppose your Alice thinks when you put that in her?"

I squeezed his cock, but it was too hard to make a dent.

"Whai does she think, Jeri?"

"She thinks you're made like a stallion, that's what! And you hurt her too. You almost tear her apart."

He reached his arms around me and drew me so close that I was forced to abandon my weak hold on him. The tremendous lump went crushingly against my pelvis, and it felt like the stallion had felt in my dreams. His lips came against mine, and his tongue penetrated my lips, setting me absolutely on fire.

As quickly as he had grabbed and embraced me, he let go and turned abruptly and rushed through the brush. It was only within seconds that he'd disappeared.

I could've cursed, but I knew in my own heart that I had him. I knew by the way he'd kissed me that he wanted me almost as much as I wanted him.

"My kin, my sin!" I said loudly.

I still felt him against me, and I began to wonder if I could possibly stand that thing in me-all the way-and I shuddered but not with disgust. Maybe Alice was small. How large was I? Was I any larger than she? If Lenny started doing it to me and it hurt too much, would he stop? Or would he say that I'd asked for it and I had to take it-all of it-right then?

It did occur to me to go away somewhere to a strange town and find a man I didn't know. But I didn't want to, mainly because I was afraid that I wouldn't find a man as big as Lenny. I'd never heard a girl say that a man was too big. Even when I'd been in high school and college, and the girls talked about having sex with boys, none of them ever complained that what they'd got was too much or too big. No-it was Lenny I had to have!

It was dusk when I reached the house.

I saw Alice and Lenny's bedroom lighted, and a soft breeze blowing through the open window was fluttering the light curtain. I wondered if both of them were there. Many times Lenny went to bed very early, and Alice usually hung back-I suppose because she didn't want sex. He worked hard, much harder than the average man.

I found Vera in the front room working on ledgers dealing with the farm. She had been helping Daddy with that end of the business, and as it turned out it was a good thing she had. Though I'd done a lot of it for him, there were many details that I was unfamiliar with.

"May I fix you something to eat, dear?" she asked.

"Thank you, Vera. But I'm not at all hungry tonight. Lenny gone to bed already?"

"No, he drove up to Crow's Landing. He was very upset," and she looked sharply at me as if she knew something. "I suppose one of the hands gave him trouble today."

"Maybe I upset him," I said.

"You? What on earth makes you think that?"

"He came to where I was by the river."

"And?"

"And maybe I upset him."

"How?"

"I was naked."

Silence.

She very slowly placed her pen on her work table.

"Something's wrong with me, Vera." It was obvious that she was taken aback at my words.

"I get all hot and bothered when I think about him."

I pulled out a chair and sat at the table beside her. Her eyes were following my every move and expression. Her face was sober but not contorted by any sort of frown, and her brown eyes were curious.

"Does that sound awful to you, Vera?" and my eyes met hers directly.

"I don't exactly know," she said. "Right now I seem to have mixed emotions about what you're saying."

"What would mixed emotions mean?"

"Hard for me to decide on good or bad. Somehow I've never thought of you and Lenny as anything but brother and sister."

"I don't think Lenny has, either."

"How long have you thought differently?"

"I became aware of it the day Daddy left us. It was something Alice told me."

"Would you care to tell me?"

"No. I don't want to tell anybody. I told Lenny."

"Today?"

"Yes. When he found me naked by the river."

"Did anything happen between you and him?"

"Not what I wanted to happen. He kissed me-that's all. But it was my fault-I went close to him and felt him down there."

She looked extremely puzzled.

"Did that sound worse than what I said before?" I asked.

"I'm frankly shocked at your honesty," she said. "Why are you being so honest?"

"What other way is there to be? Why must any of us be other than honest?"

"At times we all must keep some secrets. Some things we do sound pretty bad to some people."

"Do you do things that would sound bad if you told them?"

She gazed momentarily at the work on the table, then met my eyes again.

"Yes, Jeri. I've done many things that I felt that I couldn't tell anyone else about. I'm no angel sexually, and I've thought for many years that I wasn't normal. But I don't tell others, even though I know many of the other people are the same way. They wouldn't admit the way they are, but they'd talk about me for being the same way."

"What've you been doing for sex since...."

I stopped.

"Doing without."

"That was a quick answer."

"A simple, true answer too," she said. "You might think I have a woman or man hidden around the farm somewhere, but I haven't."

"A woman?" I said. "A woman or a man?"

"Well, that's part of what we were talking about-things that we didn't tell other people."

"Are you saying that you've had sexual dealings with a woman?"

"Now, it's my turn to ask you if something sounds awful to you."

"Yes, it does sound awful. But once not too long ago I had some crazy thoughts ... because of something somebody did. And I was a little ashamed ... "

"Thoughts about a woman?"

"Somebody rubbed herself against me and I felt funny."

"Was it me?"

I must've looked surprised at her, because she seemed to seek truth from my expression.

"No, Vera, it wasn't you. I'll admit that sometimes I felt that you were very close to me, but I always thought it was only because you like me for other reasons."

"I haven't been blind to your existence, Jeri. There I go being honest again. I think you started me on the honesty thing ... maybe it wasn't good."

My flesh began quivering, and I knew that what she'd said had opened my mind to think about her sexually. But it bothered me that perhaps Daddy had been fooled ... and I began to wonder if something like that was really wrong, anyhow.

"Did Daddy ever suspect you?" I asked, unable to restrain the question.

"No. But I told him. I have a letter he wrote me about it-if you care to read it."

"No, I believe you, Vera. I don't think you'd have been able to fool him, anyhow."

"Many men are fooled," she said. "Not exactly fooled, but something like that rarely crosses their minds-unless somebody brings it up."

"Isn't that a terribly unnatural way to have love and sex? I mean, isn't it violating human nature?"

"It seems like it's human nature for people to do it, despite society's opinion of it. Perhaps you'd hear of more people doing it if they weren't afraid to tell it."

"How-can a woman want a man as badly as I want Lenny and still get gooseflesh when a woman rubs herself against her?"

Vera laughed very softly.

"That's the nature of the beast in us, Jeri. The fact that we want the man so badly might make us more susceptible to another kind of sex. There are prostitutes and substitutes, you know," and she laughed again. "Maybe the substitute is better than nothing-or perhaps it takes more than one kind of play to satisfy us."

"Maybe what's wrong with me is natural," I said pensively. "But whatever it is, I've got to do something about it. I can't stand much more of this!"

She took one of my hands and pressed it to her lips.

A likeness to love clouded my mind, and I wanted to feel of her everywhere. The largeness of her breasts resting upon the table as she slouched in the chair seemed to draw me, and I mustered all my willpower to refrain from reaching for them.

"Do you want me to help you?" she asked. "Help me to find myself sexually?"

"Yes."

"Whatever I do with you won't stop me from wanting Lenny;"

"I can't speak for Lenny. He's his own man, and whatever he does he doesn't consult me. But you have to realize that he is married to Alice."

"Yes, I know. And I don't think she appreciates him."

"He's too big for her," Vera revealed, giving me a start. "Lenny's too much of a man down there for any average woman. I'm not sure but what he's too big for any woman."

"I don't see how any man could be too big for any woman."

"I've known it to be so," she said. "Lenny's father was too big for me-I guess that was the main reason I first accepted another woman."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I think I'll sleep downstairs tonight, Vera," I said. "I'll sleep in the back bedroom."

"I wish you wouldn't," Vera said. "I do get very lonely by myself-why don't you stay with me?"

"Alice would wonder why we used one room-why we slept together," I said, wanting Vera to talk me into sleeping in her room.

"Take the middle room where we have a door between us. Alice isn't going to get up any earlier than she ever does."

"She's been coming to my room to talk to me."

"What does she talk about?"

"I don't really understand what she means half the time. I don't think she's happy being married."

"Has she ever made any advances toward you indicated that she might...."

"I couldn't tell you even if she did," I responded quickly. "I don't want something like that discussed about me by anybody other than myself, and I don't want to say anything about anybody else."

"That's the best way," Vera agreed. "I'm glad you feel that way. I don't have any idea what Lenny would think of me if he should hear of something like that about me."

"I'm going to have Lenny," I promised, "but I'm not going to discuss anything we do with him."

Vera put down my hand and rose. I took better notice of her breasts, and they looked even much larger than they ever had. Such huge magnifi-censes! Nipples protruding at least eight inches past the level of her flat stomach.

"I'm going to make us a drink," she said. "Tom Collins?"

"Yes, but not strong like you usually fix them."

I watched her turn and leave the room. Her hips were utterly fantastic, as they rose and fell with her walk. The anticipation that I felt was turning to fluttering butterflies in my stomach.

CHAPTER THREE

After having bathed and prepared for bed, Vera waited for me to finish bathing. Three Tom Collins had started my head spinning, and I could hardly quit rubbing myself down there while taking a bath. I guess you could say that I was out of my head. My mind was torn between desire for Lenny and Vera, and in my peculiar frame of mind I figured that what I might do with her would better prepare me for him.

Lenny had come back, but he hadn't entered the living room where Vera and I had sat drinking. He rarely ever drank anything, and I'd thought at times that he hadn't approved of Vera drinking. It was always hard to tell if he approved of anything, really.

Once we'd known that he'd gone upstairs, I'd immediately begun to wonder if he and Alice were going to have sex. I'd also wondered exactly how Alice acted when Lenny's penis hurt her.

Vera was lying naked and beautiful upon the bed, her head propped comfortably upon two pillows. Her black fleece of hair glistened in the dimly lighted room, and above the pubic hair her white stomach was a pool of loveliness surrounding her navel.

She was watching me closely, and, since I'd never had any experience with that sort of thing, I didn't know what to do first. I could see immediately that it wasn't going to be easy for me, no matter what I'd do first.

Perhaps, I thought, if I'd have a few more drinks ... maybe I'd be wilder and less reserved.

Why had I been so brazen with Lenny, yet now I was apprehensive about doing something with Vera?

"What's the matter, Jeri?" Vera asked.

"Nothing," I said flatly.

"Why don't you peel off your negligee?"

"I will. Do you think Lenny might come down?"

"He hasn't before."

"I think I'd simply die if he did," I admitted. "Why?"

"You need to ask?"

"I'll bet it wouldn't be as bad as you think."

"Two women making love to each other?"

"He wouldn't have to know that," she reminded.

"But he'd think it."

"I'd handle that."

"And I'd want to fall through the floor," I said.

"Come to me naked, Jeri," she pleaded, reaching out for me.

I dropped my negligee to the floor.

"You're lovely!" Vera said ravishingly.

Slowly I started toward the bed where she lay.

"I don't blame you for being cautious," she said.

"I feel funny," and I shivered slightly. "Don't hesitate."

"I must."

"There's no real need," she assured. Then I was by the bed, my knees touching the spread.

Vera's hand was still extended, and I reached for it as though I were going to allow her to lead me across a rye.

"Just lie beside me for awhile and let me assure you," she coaxed. "The first time is the only time it'll bother you."

"I wonder," I said skeptically.

"You'll see."

I lay beside her.

"There," she said, pulling me to her. "I'll die if Lenny ever finds this out!"

"He won't."

Her hand touched me down there, and at first I gave a quick start.

"Now, now," she said softly. "Just relax."

I relaxed. Her fingers went softly across the furry spot.

"You're trembling," she said.

"I know!"

"Relax."

"It's easier for you to say than for me to do."

She turned me till my back rested upon the spread, then took one of my nipples between her lips.

"Vera, please!"

"I'll be gentle," she whispered against the nipple.

I was already on fire, a different kind of experience from what I'd felt from wanting Lenny so much. My midsection began to rotate, and it seemed that I wanted her hand to lose itself inside me and her mouth to devour my nipple.

I wasn't prepared for the brisk pounding on Vera's bedroom door. She withdrew both her hand and lips and sat erect. Within an instant I rose, my heart in my mouth.

"Mom!"

Vera jumped off the bed and donned a robe. I grabbed my negligee and hurried into the other bedroom.

Lenny's persisting voice sounded again: "Mom!"

As soon as she opened the door Lenny entered the room.

"Do you know where Jeri is?" he asked.

"No, I don't. Why?" I heard her lie.

"She's not in her room, and she hasn't been there yet this evening."

"Maybe she's walking around the farm somewhere."

"This late?"

"She's rambled around this late before."

"I'm worried about her. She's acting screwy."

"Since when did you start worrying about her?"

"You know Jeri and I've been very close-ever since we've lived here."

"You go back to Alice. There's nothing to worry about so far as Jeri's concerned. When she's ready to come in the house she'll come."

"If you hear her around, be sure to call me."

There was more said, but I didn't listen. I hurriedly got on my clothes and left the room, making sure that Lenny wouldn't see me.

Once to the kitchen I went outside and walked quickly to the barn, then went through it and headed toward the river. There was a bright, full moon, and I was sure that he'd look for me where I'd seen him earlier that evening.

Having been by the cooling unit in Vera's bedroom the humidity bothered me. It was about ninety percent, while the temperature was only about eighty.

I slithered out of my clothes and eased quietly into the water. It felt so good that I wondered why people didn't sleep during the summer in the water-especially me.

The reflection of the moon falling upon the calm water left an odd, filmy brilliance over the area near me. I suddenly heard a small animal hurry through the underbrush, then there were pronounced, heavy steps crunching the ground debris. I knew that Lenny was approaching my whereabouts.

"Jeri," ' he called softly.

At first.! didn't answer, waiting for him to come closely enough to see me. "Jeri?"

Then I saw him pass a bush and come into view.

"Here, Lenny," I said with a subdued voice.

"What in the devil are you doing out here this time of the night?" he said, and his voice was rather loud.

"I'm swimming and being comfortable."

"Don't you realize that we worry about you?"

"Who, Lenny? You?"

"Come off it, Jeri-quit acting so screwy."

"What was that last word?"

When he remained silent, I began to laugh.

"I was waiting for you to come looking for me," I said. "I knew you would-if I stayed here long enough."

"Damn!" he swore under his breath.

"You must realize, Lenny, that you're very desirable. And after all, you're only my stepbrother-far different from a blood brother."

"Have you turned into a hussy, Jeri?" he asked.

"I guess so," I said, climbing out of the water. "I haven't been getting anything out of being a nice girl."

"Put on your clothes and let's go to the house."

"What for? We can't do anything there with Alice home."

"Jeri! You quit talking like that."

I could see the bulge in his pants, and he was staring hard at my pubic hair. He wasn't fooling me anymore.

Had he not wanted me he wouldn't have been there right then.

"Why don't you go swimming with me?" I asked.

His eyes broke from the pubic hair and he gazed into my eyes.

"I think you've always been too modest, Lenny. You seem to be afraid of Alice."

"I'm not afraid of anybody."

"Go swimming with me?"

All the while he considered my request the bulge was prominent and vicious looking. My vagina was bothering me, a funny kind of itch that I'd never experienced before, and I wanted to grab the first thing I could find and put it in me.

"Go swimming with me, Lenny?" I asked again. "All right. Get back in the water and turn your head."

"For progress I'd do anything, Lenny!"

I hurried back into the water but sneaked a peek when he went behind a large bush to remove his clothes.

His shyness just made me want him more. I turned in the water so I could see him from the corner of my eyes but still appear to be glancing in a different direction. I didn't want to scare him into more shyness.

He emerged finally, holding himself down in front so he wouldn't stick straight out, but I could still see the length of his cock protruding from the width of his hands, and it was almost breathtaking.

God! I'd underestimated the size of the stallion in my dreams. Lenny was almost as large as the penis in my dream; still I realized that no man could be that near to the size of a horse.

I began retrospecting, recalling times when I'd seen some of the horses drop large. There was a definite one I recalled that was terrifically huge-quite a chunk larger than Lenny.

Only the "splash told me that Lenny was in the water. I'd become so engrossed in my thoughts that I'd stopped watching him come toward the water.

I turned then and swam after him. He must've realized what I had in mind, because he kept his distance, just managing to evade my reach.

"Don't swim and crayfish so fast!" I yelled.

"I don't trust you," he admitted.

"I know!"

"It's crazy, Jeri. Do you realize that I've thought of you as a real sister all this time?"

"That's been the trouble."

"Trouble?"

"Yes. Had you not been that way, perhaps you'd not have married Alice."

"But I did. And I have to remember that."

"I'm not going to let it make any difference," I said.

He made no comment to that, but he continued evading me when I tried to reach him in the water. Finally I got out and sat on the river bank. I'd hoped that he'd get out too and sit beside me. Somehow I couldn't think of a way to calm him and get him to touch me.

"Come sit by me, Lenny," I implored.

"The water's very good. You know, it's still awfully damn hot."

"I know. Come sit by me."

He went underwater instead of answering. Had he known how badly I wanted him I believe he'd have gotten out and raped me.

I was slowly but surely going out of my head, and I wondered how Vera was feeling and what she'd thought when she'd discovered that I'd left the house. Lenny was a far greater pulling power than was Vera, yet the thought of having Vera hadn't left my mind.

Lenny came up again.

"Come out a minute, Lenny," I said.

He went under again.

Damn him! I swore mentally.

I rose and stepped about twenty feet away from the bank and lay on a clear mossy spot. The moon was so pretty, and it was straight overhead-It was surrounded by myriads of stars, some bright, some dim, and the way my mind was racing it seemed as if each one of them represented a thought in my head. My sexual and sensual thoughts were suddenly supplanted by romance and desire for children.

"Jeri?" Lenny called.

I didn't answer.

"Jeri!"

Let him yell his head off, I thought. I'd just try different tactics.

Suddenly he was standing over me, water dripping off his naked, virile body. Now his cock was so close I could've reached it by raising my hand the full length of my arm. It wasn't hard, but my eyes told me that it was godly long and thick.

"Aren't you going to swim anymore?" he asked.

"Not right now."

"Why?"

"I'm thinking."

"About what?"

"About leaving the farm."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"That's crazy."

"What reason do I have to stay here anymore?"

"Don't you like Mom and me anymore?" he asked, dropping his frame and sitting on his heels. "I don't understand, Jeri."

"Don't worry about the farm. You and Vera can go on staying here, and you can keep right on farming the land."

"That wasn't what I meant, Jeri. Mom and I could leave the farm, but we wouldn't want to leave you."

"Why, Lenny?" and I turned on my side and rested my head on one palm, my elbow against the moss. "What do you really care about me? I wanted you so badly today that I grabbed you down there, and what did you do? You practically told me to go to hell, that's what!"

"I'm sorry, Jeri. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I thought I explained why ... why I thought we shouldn't ... well, if you look at it my way ... "

"Sure. Look at it your way. That way might be right and it may be wrong. All I know is that you don't want any part of me, and I'm something of a plague to you."

"That's not so! I'm not used to this ... the way we are now ... naked, both of us like this-me your brother-and there's Alice."

"Yes. There's Alice. And we're both naked. I like being naked. I like both of us being naked together. But it's not to be, so the best way is for me to leave the farm and visit you and Vera occasionally."

He changed positions and took a strip of moss beside me, his midsection touching mine and his arms wrapped around me. Our lips met and instantly it set me on fire. The young hairs on his chest crushed against my virgin breasts, and the hardness of his cock burrowed an indentation vertically across my stomach. The length of it went far past my navel and all the way to my waistline.

"Jeri! Are you sure this is what you want?" he whispered.

"Yes! I want you ... I want you in me ... I want to feel you all the wav to wherever it'll reach."

"I'll hurt, Jeri. I'll hurt you bad."

"Hurt me! Hurt me as bad as you can!"

I reached to touch him. It reminded me of a window weight I'd once picked up-it was so hard. It throbbed between the pressure of my anxious hand, and Lenny's lips fell again upon mine, stacking fire upon fire.

I edged my midsection back many inches and guided the beginning of it to where I was so terribly bothered, going wild at the same time from his kiss. Instantaneously he rolled to above me, holding the kiss but pressing himself toward me. The sharp pain struck me like a bolt of lightning, and I mustered more than my share of courage to avoid screaming out the pain.

"Are you sure, Jeri?" he opened again.

"Yes, yes, yes! God, yes!" and I slammed my wrist into my mouth and began biting it.

It probably was a good thing that Lenny was the way he was. For, had he been a less violent man sexually, he might've pulled back and stopped. And had he stopped, I might not have ever wanted a man again. The pain was so severe that I tasted blood from my wrist, and I tried every way I knew to get out from under him. It was like a large shaft of fire entering me, and no way I could move or turn freed me from it.

"Please, Lenny! Please stop!" I recall screaming. "I can't stand it ... you're killing me ... God, you're killing me!"

He didn't hear me.

The moon turned black.

All the stars turned blood red.

Just before I passed out I recall feeling him all the way to my breasts. Of course, that wasn't true. But at the time I'd have sworn that's where I felt him.

CHAPTER FOUR

A wide ray of sunshine was shining through the window, when I awoke the following morning. Such brightness told me that I was no longer on the moss beside the river under the stars and moonlight. When I sat erect, with full intentions to hurry to the bathroom, the pain caught me and I stopped all movements.

For several more minutes I remained still, reminiscing the horrible pain that had blacked out my brain and rendered me unconscious. My wrist showed deep teeth injuries where I'd bitten myself. I was still naked, and on my bureau were my garments in a neat pile. It was funny that I hadn't dreamed. I always dreamed something. But not the balance of that night.

Very gingerly I began to ease myself off the bed. My sunburst wall clock said eight-thirty. Why hadn't Vera awakened me? Or even Alice?

Alice! God, would she know that Lenny had ripped me half apart with that thing that she claimed hurt her so much? Now I understood.

My walking ability was impaired, and the minute I stood I realized it. But whatever or however the pain, I intended to make the best of it and tell myself that the pain wasn't real.

I donned a robe and took careful steps to the bathroom. The instant I sat on the stool and started peeing the fire returned to torture me.

I'd just returned to the room and sat easily upon the bed, when Vera knocked on my door.

"Come in," I tried to sound unpainful and cheerful.

"Good morning!" she said radiantly. "Brought you some coffee and toast."

Like-a dog licking his wounds, I thought of how nice it might be for Vera to make her kind of love to me and possibly ease my pain.

"Lenny was practically out of his head this morning," she opened casually. "I had to almost drive him to the field."

"What was the matter with him?" I asked innocently and surprised.

"Guilty conscience," she informed. "I had to reassure him half a dozen times that you'd be all right."

Our gazes met and I wasn't sure if she was telling me that she knew, or she'd suspected and was pumping me.

"Don't change from the honest way you were yesterday," she begged. "For the first time in his life Lenny was honest with me about something sexual. But only because he was scared to death, because you went unconscious on him."

"He carried me home, didn't he?" I said.

"Yes."

"How awful!" . "Not so."

"It is so. It was awful. I forced him. And he's married."

"I'm afraid that his marriage is on the tilt today," she said.

"Yes, I guess it is."

"Don't worry about it, dear. Drink your coffee," and she patted my leg.

I took a sip of the coffee. I was embarrassed, even though I'd told her my intentions as regards Lenny.

"I wonder if Lenny told Alice anything?" I asked.

"No, he didn't. But Alice was up and talking to me, when he sneaked you upstairs. I wouldn't have known it myself if he hadn't passed the window I was facing at the time. There was a bright moon last night."

"Yes, I know."

"Alice didn't know why he'd left the room. All she knew was that he was nervous about something. I'm really glad Lenny got you first-even though I was disappointed. I think it's too bad he didn't get to Alice first."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that maybe he wouldn't hurt her so much now, had she been with a man first."

"Are you saying that she was with a woman first?"

"Precisely."

"How do you know?"

"She told me last night."

"I don't quite understand why that would make a difference."

"It does. When he's with her, she thinks about the tenderness of what she'd had with the woman."

"Why didn't you tell me that about myself last night?"

"Because I hadn't figured it out until after I'd talked with her. She wants to leave Lenny."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Did you and she have something last night?"

"No."" "Why not?"

"I was afraid."

"Of what?" I asked.

"Afraid she'd get mad at Lenny and tell him."

"So she could discredit him through you?"

"Yes."

"She wouldn't do it."

"How do you know?" she asked. "Alice is good and kind. She wouldn't do that."

"I wish I knew."

"Do you like her that way?"

"Yes. She upsets me pretty badly."

"She did me too," I admitted. "I think we ought to try her."

"Really?"

She seemed surprised.

"Really. Yes, we should. I think she'd be a good sport."

"I was meaning something about how you felt now."

"I don't feel any different. But after what you said, I'm glad I got to Lenny before we got together."

"I'll bet he really hurt you, didn't he?"

"Look," and I showed her my wrist. "God! You'd better let me put something on that."

"No. I deserve what I get. I wanted Lenny. And I hope that when this pain leaves, I want him again. I think I'm one of those girls you read about-one that can't get enough."

"I doubt it."

"I don't. I'm one of them. I know it by the way I feel between my legs."

"You shouldn't talk like that," she admonished.

"I must talk to somebody about it. There's nobody else to talk to besides you. Luckily enough you and I speak the same language. I must talk to Alice and tell her what I've done with Lenny."

"Don't you dare!" Vera exploded. "That would be terrible. There's another way."

"Do you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Yes. Get together with Alice first, then get together with both Lenny and Alice."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not kidding."

"-'What would you suggest?"

"You and I can get together with Alice, then later you and Alice can get together with Lenny."

"And Lenny'll know that Alice and I have been together?"

"No. Definitely not. But Alice can swing Lenny to get together with you and her."

"It might work. But I think I want Lenny. I want him for myself. Would I get him if he and Alice and I got together?"

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I'm asking you."

"I believe you would."

"I hope you're right. But I'm afraid that having affairs with both Alice and Lenny might spoil my chances."

"What makes you think that?"

"Lenny might not take kindly to women having sex together."

"It's a chance we'll have to take," she said.

"But I don't want to take a chance. I think I can get Lenny without all that. You said she wants to leave him. So let her go."

"I don't want her to go," Vera said.

"Do you think that if Lenny and I get together ... like man and wife ... Alice'll stay on here?"

"She would if she had a reason."

"What kind of reason are you thinking about?"

"Her desire for something besides a man. A woman she likes."

"You?"

"Yes. Or you and me together."

"It sounds insane."

"Maybe," she said. "But you must remember that I don't want to get married again."

"You'll change your mind about that," I said. "You think so?"

"Yes, I do."

One of my breasts had found its way from behind the robe, and Vera reached and took it fully into both hands. I forgot my pain and pressed her hands even harder against me.

"I wish we had time this morning," she said, taking her hands away. "But I have to get ready to go into town to do our shopping. Try to get back into shape before you cover Lenny again."

"I feel like an animal," I admitted. "I hurt so badly I can hardly stand it, still...."

"Just take it easy," she warned, going toward the door.

I smiled, hating to see her go.

When the door was closed and I was again alone, I began pondering the conversation we'd had. The coffee was already tepid; but I drank several sips, before I decided to take my chances on going downstairs. My gaze fell toward the window, and I looked distantly across the acres to see if I could glimpse Lenny somewhere past the thickets.

Again Vera's and my conversation came to my mind, and I became curious as to whether or not Alice would agree to join Lenny and me in a sex orgy.

For some reason I wanted to see Lenny take Alice. I wanted to see how she acted when it hurt her-like she'd told me it had. I'd never heard her scream out in pain, yet many nights both our doors had been left ajar. But it had to hurt her, because as big as he was I knew he'd hurt any woman.

Vera was gone when I reached the kitchen. The percolator was full of coffee, and I got a cup and took my slow time in pouring and seating myself at the table.

The house was deathly quiet, and I wondered where Alice was. As a rule she was up fairly early, and a lonely thought struck me that perhaps she'd gone to town with Vera.

It startled me, when the kitchen door opened and Alice stepped inside.

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully.

"Morning," I mumbled, hoping she couldn't detect the pain I was in.

"I don't understand why that pretty girl's out there picking cotton," she said, reaching for the coffee. "Lenny told me about her the other day, so this morning I went out to see her. Boy, is she ever pretty!"

"Maybe she needs money," I suggested.

"With a figure like hers, and a face to match those tremendous breasts, she shouldn't be picking cotton if she needs money."

Alice sat next to me at the table instead of across from me.

Normally she sat across from me and caught my foot between her both feet. But now her knee was rocking against mine, and the intimate touch started warming me up.

"What did Lenny say about that girl?" I asked casually.

"Said she was pretty."

"Better watch out," I said. "She might steal him away from you."

"Wouldn't that be glorious?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean that I'd rather that she stole me away."

"But you said it'd be glorious if she stole him away."

"Well, to tell you the truth, Jeri, I can't make it with Lenny much longer."

"You'd change your mind if you saw him with another woman."

"Would you like to bet?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm not a gambler, but it wouldn't surprise me a bit."

"Maybe I'll steal Lenny," I said for response.

"You?" Alice said, pointing her finger almost to my nose. "You'll steal Lenny?"

She broke out laughing, and I thought she'd go into hysterics.

"What's so damn funny?" I asked.

For several seconds she didn't answer. Her laughter was echoing through the room, and tears were coming to her eyes.

When finally her humor subsided, she said: "He'd split your little split in half, Jeri!"

"What makes you think my split's so little?" I chided.

"You're virgin, girl, and Lenny's all horse."

Good, I thought. So that's what she thinks.

I was glad she didn't suspect anything.

"If you split with Lenny, will you be leaving the farm?" I asked.

"I hope I won't have to," she said, wiping her eyes on her dress skirt. "I like it here, and I like you and Vera. No, I won't leave if I don't have to."

"You.mean you could pull away from Lenny and still live in the same house?"

"Of course. So long as he didn't ram that tree in me."

"What if he married again? Could you stay here and see him with another woman?"

"It wouldn't bother me one little bit."

"You're a strange one." I said.

"You better believe I am," she admitted. "And if you ask me, you're a strange one yourself."

"Yes, I suppose I am," I said, not wanting to ask her why she thought so.

I pretended to rub my neck, and in the process I worked my robe open enough to show my breasts. I wanted her to do what Vera had done-grab one or both of them.

"How does it feel to have so much money and property?" she asked, eying my breasts.

"I feel very powerful," I admitted. "I want things out of life."

"Why don't you buy them?"

"I don't know how."

"What kind of things do you want? Maybe I can tell you how to buy them."

"Mainly, I want sex," I revealed. "I want to tell people when I want it-how I want it-and even how much or how little I want."

"Would you like to force people to have sex with you?"

"I don't know."

"Would you like to buy people and do what you wanted with them?"

"I don't think so. I'd like to find people who want what I want-those who want something besides the ordinary type of sex that most married couples have."

"You know what I'd do right now if I had a lot of money?" Alice asked me.

"Tell me."

"I'd go out there right now to the field and buy that gal I went to look at awhile ago."

"How much would she cost you?" I asked, and pretended no shock or surprise.

"I don't know. Maybe no more than supporting her for right now. Imagine a pretty thing like that out there picking cotton!"

"Did you talk to her?"

"No. But she smiled at me when she weighed in."

"Would you be happy with her alone?" I asked.

"Of course not."

I was seeing Alice as an altogether different girl from any way I'd ever seen her. I immediately charged the new look to her intimate conversation with Vera.

"Do you think I'd be of any value to you in the sex field if I stayed on here, Jeri?" she asked.

"Do you really want to stay on if you and Lenny part?" I asked, evading the question.

"I told you I did. But I wouldn't want to be an expense to the farm, unless I could be of some value to you. I guess in a way it would be like you were buying me."

"It doesn't sound good when you say it like that."

"I'd still help with the house like I always have. But I don't think I could stick to just one person when it came to sex. Maybe I'd better tell you about myself and how I happened to meet Lenny and marry him."

"I don't want you to," I said hurriedly.

"All right," she said. "Just give me orders and tell me what you want me to do. I don't want to sleep with Lenny anymore."

"Stick it out with Lenny a few more days and let me think about it," I told her, remembering that Vefa had made the suggestion that Alice, Lenny, and myself get together.

"How long?" she asked.

"A week?"

"Okay. I'll consider that you're telling me to. I already told Lenny this morning that we're through."

"What did he say?"

"He wanted to know why."

"And?"

"I told him that I didn't love him."

"What did he say then?"

"Nothing. He turned away from me and went back to work. I just told him awhile ago when I went out to see that girl."

A gladness passed through me, and I felt like the whole world was coming into my arms. I didn't see how I'd want anything else but Lenny. Vera could have Alice, and Alice could have the girl in the field. All I'd need was Lenny.

"I'll pretend that I was kidding," Alice said. "Then later, when you're ready, I'll tell him again how I feel."

"No. Don't tell him any different. Just let it go like it is. If he's going to be hurt, he shouldn't be hurt more than once."

Alice nodded, still eying my breasts. I still wanted her to touch me; but when she didn't, I rose and left the table.

"See you after lunch," I said, upon leaving.

She said nothing, and I wondered if she'd been kidding me.

CHAPTER FIVE

I got my chance to see the pretty girl Alice had spoken about. She came after knock-off time to ask if she and her brother could have an advance on their wages.

I happened to be in the kitchen, when she knocked at the back door, so I answered her knock.

"Are you Miss Jeri?" she asked timidly.

"I'm Jeri, yes," I said, detesting the "Miss" bit.

"I'm Charlene Arlington-I work with my brother in the field-and I wondered if we could have a few dollars until payday...."

Perspiration had heavily preceded the dried dust on her face and neck, and her visible skin was motley from the dirt. There was a twinkle in her blue eyes; and, despite the dirt and disheveled blonde hair, she was very pretty. Even under the much-too-big blue work shirt, her breasts protruded like overly grown melons.

"We won't need very much...." she said, when she noticed that I'd hesitated.

"Come in," I half commanded. "I think you could use a glass of lemonade."

"I can't-my brother's waiting for me," she said.

"Let me tell you something, and you be sure to get it straight right now, you hear?" I said curtly. "When I tell you something, you do it. Savvy?"

She blinked her eyes in surprise and hurried past me to enter the kitchen.

I closed the door and turned to face her, purposely frowning.

"Sit down over there," I ordered. "Don't worry about your brother. It won't hurt him to wait for awhile."

"Yes, Ma'am," she said, lowering herself easily into a chair.

"I don't like 'Ma'am' any better than I like 'Miss.' My name's Jeri, and I don't cotton none to nothing else."

"Sorry," she said.

"Don't ever be sorry-just remember. Here, this'll cool you off some."

She took the tall glass of ade and smiled, and I could tell that my gruffness with her hadn't affected her much.

She was twenty-two-though I didn't know her age at the time-and I figured that her shell had toughened up considerably if she'd been long in a cotton patch.

"Now," I said, sitting opposite her, "tell me your troubles."

"I don't have any troubles," she offered quickly, drawing the glass from her pretty lips. "It's just that Neil and I are holed up over in the Johnson cabin, and we aren't going to have enough money to last us till payday."

"No troubles! That's great. Most everybody I meet has troubles. Would you need ten dollars-twenty dollars?"

"Five dollars would be enough."

"I see you and your brother aren't heavy eaters."

"No, we aren't, really. I think Neil has a few dollars left, but we have to put some gas in the car."

Her earnest eyes met mine, and I took note that I wished she were dressed differently so I could see more of her figure.

Those huge, proud tits were trying to escape her bra, and I could imagine that Alice had drooled many gobs of spit while she'd looked Char-lene over. Her shirttail was out and hanging over her stomach and butt, and I couldn't tell how fat she was, or if her ass was pretty, big, or otherwise.

"You wait up a minute, and I'll get you the fiver," I told her.

"Thank you," she said softly. "I hate putting you to this trouble."

"Don't mention it-I'm glad you did."

I left the kitchen in search of Vera, hoping that Alice didn't learn that Charlene was in the house.

All of this gave me a new worry. I had newly born visions of Lenny flopping this pretty hunk of flesh into the bushes, and if she could take his prick in her I might lose some ground. It all reminded me of how much hell it was to feel insecure.

Vera hadn't heard about Charlene, and she got the five for me, without going to the kitchen to meet her.

I was glad in a way, because I sort of liked Charlene, and I was most anxious to see her before the next gust of dirt hit her. Both Vera and Alice were hot to trot for some sex, and both of them would surely go at the same time after her.

"Here's the five, but I'm worried that you are not going to have enough to eat till payday."

"No, really," she insisted. "It'll do fine."

"All right, if you say so, I guess it'll be enough."

"May I get some more lemonade?" she asked, rising.

"Sit down-I'll get it for you. I'll even have some with you."

"This is nice of you to invite me in like this. Most of the places we've worked, the farmers act like we're dirt under their feet."

"Is that so?" I asked, handing her the glass.

"It sure is."

"You use good grammar-did you go to school a lot?"

"I had two years of college," she told me.

"What're you doing in a cotton patch?" I asked, surprised that she'd gone that far in obtaining an education.

"I guess you could call us itinerants right now. We're on our way somewhere, and we just ran out of money."

"How old is your brother?"

"Neil? He's twenty-six. He was married, and we're trying to put a lot of miles between his wife and us."

"Is she that bad?"

"Not bad, really, but Neil shouldn't have married her in the first place. She liked me better than she liked him."

"I didn't quite get that," I said hurriedly.

"I mean, she slept more with me than she did with him."

"I'm still lost in the woods," I admitted.

"I guess you don't understand that kind of life," she said apologetically. "I mean that Loraine was more bent toward woman-to-woman love."

"Oh, I see. And you? What's your feeling about that?"

"I liked to sleep with her. But I wasn't in love with her, though. I guess I would've liked her better, but she always liked to find somebody new. You know-trade about."

"Did you go down too, or was it just her going down on you?"

"I went down too. She brought me out right after she and Neil were married. I wouldn't be telling you this if you were acquainted with her. As for myself, if I don't ever tell anybody, nobody knows that I need somebody."

"Are you telling me you need somebody?" I asked, feeling my cunt moistening.

"We've been away from Loraine for over a month. I do think about her a lot. But Neil wanted me away from her."

"He doesn't go for that sort of thing, eh?"

"He doesn't care, so long as it's with somebody besides Loraine."

"This is, indeed, most interesting!" I exclaimed. "It wasn't too very long ago that I got propositioned for the first time."

"Did you like it?" she asked, leaning forward, her eyes lighting up.

"Nothing happened. We were interrupted."

"It pays to get off where nobody knows where you are," she advised. "Neil caught Loraine and me, and I thought he'd kill both of us!"

"You're still alive."

"Yes, Neil finally understood, and he calmed down."

"I heard from someone that men who get upset over something like that have secret hots for the boys."

"Not Neil!" she defended quickly. "You'd better believe that."

"I will-for now," I said. "But I'd like to warn you that if you should get any idea of having sex with a woman around here, it'd best be with me. You might get somebody fighting over you."

"I'd be very proud to do you," she said enthusiastically. "Where could we go?"

"We'll figure that out when the time comes. Just remember, no sex with any other woman around here or the cotton patch."

There was a light tap on the back door, and I rose to answer.

Lo and behold, there stood the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my whole life. Nearly six feet, about a forty-two coat size, and dark, wavy hair. His eyes were the same shade of blue as Charlene's, and they also twinkled as if he were smiling.

"I'm Neil Arlington," he said confidently. "Is my sister Charlene here?"

"She certainly is. You come right on in and have a glass of lemonade."

"I sure do thank you, but we must hurry. I have to get some work done on the car before the garage closes."

"That's a good excuse," I admitted. "Some other time, perhaps."

Charlene had stepped up beside me now, and she said:

"Neil, this is Jeri."

"Pleased," Neil said, without a handshake.

"My pleasure," I said. "I'll be dropping over to see you and Charlene in the near future."

"That would be pleasant," Neil said. "Unusual, but very pleasant."

"I told Jeri about how farmers normally act-those we've worked for since we started on the road."

"Who wants to be bothered with cotton pickers?" Neil said, laughing. "I suppose if we were big farmers, we wouldn't act too friendly with harvest bums, either."

"We're not harvest bums!" Charlene objected to Neil's joke.

"How do farmers know we aren't?" he countered. "Come on, sis, we have to hurry."

"See you...." Charlene started to say to me, but stopped.

"Soon," I helped her. "I'll stop by your cabin some evening."

"Please do," Neil said. "And we appreciate the advance."

I watched them proceed back to the field where their car was parked.

Thinking over my conversation with Charlene, and having realized instantly how handsome Neil was, I was beginning to feel that I would finally have the best deal. I wasn't a snooty farmer, and after what Charlene had told me about herself, and having seen her brother, I'd be even less snooty.

"I thought I heard voices," Alice said from behind me.

"You did," I revealed. "Whose voices?"

"You'd never guess!"

"Charlene Arlington, that's who! She mentioned that she was going to hit you up for an advance."

"She hit me up, all right. But her handsome brother came afterward, and is he ever handsome!"

"Jeri, I don't know how you can go so ape over men. I wouldn't give you a dime for all of them."

"I'm not you," I reminded her. "What did you think of that dish?"

"Charlene?"

"Yes?"

"Like you said, she's pretty. But from what she tells me she isn't going to be very easy to get into your bed, even if you do break with Lenny."

"We'll see," she said. "And I've been thinking things out, and I just don't want to sleep with Lenny anymore."

"Whatever's your pleasure. Let's get dinner started and let Vera finish with her work."

"All right. But tonight let's you, me and Vera lock ourselves in a room and have a party."

"I'll think about it. But you'd better talk to Vera first."

"I did. Vera's hurting. I'm hurting too. And you surely must be hurting, since you're virgin."

"How do you know so much?"

"I can tell, sweetie. I can tell!"

CHAPTER SIX

Lenny had been quiet at lunch time, but he was even quieter at dinner. I couldn't ascertain if it was what Alice had told him, or if it was because of his session with me. But each time I glanced at him, I could feel my cunt moisten more, and at the same time I still hurt down there.

Figuratively speaking, however, Lenny did look like warmed-over death.

I suppose you could say that I didn't have an ounce of brains, because, instead of thinking about the three of us girls getting together, I kept wondering if I could take Lenny's prick into me again.

"Did you work terribly hard today, Lenny?" Vera asked, noticing how he was acting.

"Mom, I always work terribly hard," was his dry reply.

It bothered me that he was grumpy, because it was indicative that he was feeling the loss of Alice, since she'd told him earlier that she was through.

And I thought it was too bad that he didn't know about Alice's desire for women. His ignorance of the truth was surely not helping his ego.

Hardly displaying his usual appetite, Lenny cleaned his plate rather hurriedly and left the table.

Alice gave out a noticeable sigh of relief, and Vera seemed also to relax some.

"Did you mention to Vera what you told Lenny this morning, Alice?" I asked casually.

"Yes, she told me," Vera answered for Alice. "Lenny's a man, and he'll get over it."

I was sorry for Lenny. Alice had called it quits, after I'd seduced him, and after he'd expressed his desire to keep me as a sister. Vera was better off if they didn't live together, because she could have repeated cracks at Alice. I didn't want him with Alice, because I wanted him for myself. So, this sort of left him without sympathy for his plight-if, indeed, he loved Alice enough for it to matter.

"I'm leaving the dishes to you," I said, looking first at Alice and then at Vera. "I have a feeling Lenny needs somebody."

"I'm glad, Jeri," Vera said. "I don't know what you can do with him, but I hope you can do something."

I looked virtually all over the house for Lenny.

He wasn't there.

All the cars were home, and I went to the corral to check the horses. All wheels and animals were accounted for.

I didn't really expect to find Lenny where I went. But he was, and he was lying on his side, resting his head on the hand of his bent elbow and chewing blades of long grass.

A slight breeze was rippling the surface water of the lake, and a glimmer of the blood-red setting sun shone upon a sliver of its surface.

I didn't speak for several moments, though I knew he'd heard my footsteps wading through the dried debris.

I could see that he was staring blankly into the small space inside the dense foliage.

"I need your company, Lenny," I said, barely above a whisper. "It hurt me to see you so upset at the table."

"It hurt me to be upset too, Jeri. I knew it wasn't right for us to have sex together. I guess Alice found out, because she told me this morning that we're through."

"No, Lenny, she didn't find out."

"If she didn't, then why the split?"

"That's been coming on ever since you first stuck that thing in her. It's too big for her."

"She told you that?"

"She certainly did."

"It was in you. Would you leave me because of that-if we were married?"

"Lenny, Alice and I are two different people. And we aren't alike in our desires and thoughts. I like your big cock, even though it hurt me."

"Don't say words like that, Jeri!" he admonished, sitting up. "It makes you sound like a common slut."

"So I sound like a common slut, and I act like one as well. I don't give a luck what I sound like nor what I act like. If I like the cock, then why can't I say the word?"

"Please, Jeri! I must think differently about you-I need to think something different about somebody!"

"Thinking doesn't make it so," I said. "That's what hurts so many people. They're always trying to think something that isn't so; and when they find out that it isn't so, then they're hurt! That's what's wrong with you now, Lenny."

"Yes! Yes! Goddamn, yes! That's what's wrong with me. I thought of you as a sister, then I end up violating you. I thought of Alice as my wife, and she ends up telling me she's through. Yes, that's what I do. I always think of things that are not true."

"Your marriage to Alice was destined to end, from the moment the preacher read from his book. You must've noticed that you and she were not suited."

"Maybe I did. How was I to know? I wasn't married before."

I sat beside him, not close, because I wasn't that sure of myself. He wasn't the same man I'd known the day before, when I'd defied him, dared him to turn me clown, and even seduced him. I didn't know now what to say to him, and I didn't know how to act.

"Maybe Alice'll change her mind," I consoled, knowing damn well better. "Why don't you cheer up and don't lose hope."

"That's not what's bothering me," he said. "I don't want Alice to change her mind."

"What, then?"

"What?" .

"Why're you so grumpy, sad, and disconsolate?"

"You wouldn't understand, Jeri."

"Try me."

"I did-last night, remember?"

"Are you that sorry? Was J that bad?"

"You were a virgin, and I'm your brother, and I hurt you."

"You're only my stepbrother, and I didn't want to be a virgin anymore, and I'm glad you hurt me. I had to be hurt sooner or later, and I preferred you to be the one."

At that moment silence fell upon us, and it became so deafening that it began to hurt my ears. Everything was so different from the evening before, and I didn't have a sexy thought in my mind nor a tingle in my body.

"How do you feel now, Jeri?" he asked.

"About what?"

"About preferring me."

"I don't have a sexual urge right now."

"You had me, and that was enough," he stated. "It was only a fancy for the moment, and now you have no desire for me. It's always when a man needs a woman that she turns him down-when he has nobody else."

"That isn't always true, Lenny. It hurts me to see you pine over Alice. For you, she isn't worth it. She isn't your kind of girl."

"What is my kind of girl?" he wanted to know. "How do I know her when I see her?"

"That's what you'll have to decide. Perhaps when you see her, you'll know her!"

At that I rose, turned abruptly, and started walking homeward.

He was instantly on his feet, and he caught me by the arm and whirled me around to face him. Suddenly his lips were upon mine, and his tongue entered my mouth like a serpent slithering into his hole.

I started trying to push him from me, doubling both arms between us and pushing. But he was holding me so tightly that I couldn't budge. His enormous prick had hardened, and I felt it prodding against my pelvis.

I finally broke the kiss, but I couldn't get away.

"Lenny, don't! Let me go!"

He did as I'd asked, but he shoved me so hard that I fell to the ground, my skirt going up past my thighs, revealing that I wore no panties.

How he got that massive cock out of his pants so fast I'll never know, but there it was sticking out and up like the tail of a proud peacock. I started to scramble to my feet, not knowing why I was afraid of the thing; but before I could get a heel into the dirt and grass he was on top of me, wedging himself between my legs.

"Lenny! Goddamn it, don't! I want up, you hear?"

There was no answer, but suddenly I felt like my body was splitting in half. It was a good thing that I was usually wet, because the head of his prick started traveling into my cunt so fast that I thought it wouldn't stop until it reached my mouth.

"Lenny!" I screamed as loudly as I could. "You're killing me!"

He was still silent. All of the prick was in me, and his pelvis was against mine. It was like a hot poker searing my flesh, and I resorted to cramming my wrist into my mouth, thinking it would help the pain.

"You asked for it, and you're getting it!" he almost yelled like a maniac. "You goddamn women are all alike. Take it, damn you!"

Then he pulled back at least eight inches and then rammed it back in with such a force that I thought I'd go through the ground when our pelvises met again.

I realized I was screaming and crying at the same time. I'd spit out my wrist, and my head was rolling from side to side, though none of that helped. The thing that I'd wanted so badly had turned into plain hell, and the more it hurt the more pullbacks and shove ins he administered.

He was working up and down so rapidly now that I thought each time he went back in the damn thing got longer and thicker.

Lenny began groaning, a whining groan that indicated something was happening. My pain was so intense, that my addled brain said for me to work against the pain and help, so he would finish quicker. I did that.

His groans became louder, his strokes harder and deeper, and then suddenly he collapsed on top of me, his prick throbbing as though it were having spasms, paining me with each throb.

He became a dead weight upon me. My pain was diminishing, but my cunt was getting hot and itchy. I began moving my ass, rotating and undulating, lifting his dead weight up and down. The heat that had been. supplanted began causing me as much trouble as the pain had, and I reached his buttocks and began pulling him toward me, not realizing that he was already all the way in.

"Shove it in, Lenny!" I yelled. "Work it in and out. Hurry! Goddamn it, Lenny, hurry!"

He started to stir, and he raised his head and looked into my eyes. It was evident that he was weak and exhausted from his powerful orgasm, as if he was unaccustomed to anything so ecstatic.

"Move it, Lenny," I implored. "You got me started, and now I want it-do you hear? I want it!"

The prick started coming slowly to life. It began to throb again, and the massive piece of flesh began going in and out, in and out, until suddenly the slow strokes became rapid jabs.

"Fuck me, Lenny baby! Oh, God, fuck me to death. Shove that big prick in and keep shoving it!"

And he did. I went into oblivion. The ecstasy before orgasm was the first great thing that had happened to me--after a wait of nineteen years. I screamed out all the four-letter words I'd ever heard, and the more words I let out the harder he fucked me. It was as if the words were winding him up, and the spring kept winding and unwinding.

Then the pressure began deep within my cunt and traveled upward until it reached my head. When I popped I saw no less than a million stars, and two million tingles permeated my entire body.

I wasn't sure if Lenny went off again or not. I do know that when he took it out it was still hard.

He rose and went to the water's edge and scooped up two handfuls of water and poured them over his penis. Then he took his handkerchief and dried it. I was totally unaware of what he was going to do, until he lay beside me, his midsection near my face.

Before I realized what was happening, his stiff cock was pushing against my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. It was then that I learned that my pussy was larger than my mouth, because once the head was between my lips there was no room left for me to work my jaws.

"Take more," he coaxed. "Get it all the way in."

I couldn't answer, but I tried to spit it out and couldn't. He placed a hand on the back of my head and forced me closer, and the massive thing went deeper. I almost choked. I twisted and turned, rolling my head to rid myself of the gag, but it kept coming in deeper.

Suddenly he went into convulsions, and I knew he was coming in my mouth. I tried even harder to get away, then I felt the thing spitting at my throat, and the liquid began gushing forward. I gave up trying to get away and concentrated on how to swallow all of it.

"Swallow!" he commanded.

I swallowed, and how I swallowed! The sharp taste of his sperm tantalized my throat, and some of it was coming out through my nose. As soon as his hand left my head, I jerked away, pulling the thing out of my mouth.

"Goddamn you!" I screamed. "What'd you have to do that for?"

"I wanted to find out how much you loved me," was his reply.

"Just keep in mind that I don't! Do you hear me? I don't love you, and I don't appreciate what you made me do!"

I bounded to my feet, only to fall again. My cunt burned, and everything below my waist ached something fierce. It felt like his cock was still in my cunt, and it was hurting like he had two in me.

Again I made an extreme effort to rise, and I was about to succeed, when Lenny got to his feet and took my arm.

"I'll help you run away if you want to go," he said. "You've asked for that for a long time, so you finally got it."

"You have no respect at all for me," I blurted out. "Just because I loved you enough to let you get in me, you have to humiliate me by ramming that prick in my mouth and coming in my mouth."

"I have to know whether you really want me or not, whether or not you can take what I have to offer and what I need. If we're going to get together, I don't want it to turn out like it did with Alice."

"You can damn well forget it!" I yelled. "I don't want what you've got, and I don't want what you have to give a woman to satisfy your stinking lust!"

I was sorry from the moment I'd finished saying it. But it was said, and that was that.

I jerked free from his grasp and began wobbling away from him, toward the house.

The rest of the way I hardly knew anything but the humiliation of his having forced me to suck his damn cock. Had I an ounce of brains I'd have known that I'd really liked it, though it had been uncomfortable at the time. But that part of my ignorance was to cause me suffering later.

CHAPTER SEVEN

After a hot shower, I felt much better. I didn't, however, feel in the mood to have sex with Vera and Alice. Somehow, they were too closely connected with Lenny, and right that evening my bone of contention was Lenny.

As I look back now I can see that I wasn't mad at him at all. I suppose I was just pouty.

Anyhow, when I thought about what I should do to get away from at least myself, I thought of the Johnson cabin, where Charlene and Neil Arlington were living.

That was it! I'd go over there and play with Charlene-or let her play with me. I really felt that my sore pussy needed some soft and tender licking, and I suspected that Charlene would know what she was doing.

I was shooting out of the front driveway, before either Vera or Alice realized I was leaving. As for Lenny, I didn't know where he was; I hadn't seen him, when I'd gone through the living room.

Once away from the house, I stopped and lowered the top. When I again started toward the Johnson cabin, the warm evening went unnoticed, as the cool breeze circled across my face and tossed my hair.

I saw Charlene from a quarter of a mile away, sitting outside the cabin on an apple crate. Her long blonde hair was clean and flowing past her shoulders, and she wore a fresh cotton check dress with a circular skirt. I saw her stand alertly, when I began closing to within a hundred yards of the shack.

"Hey!" she yelled loudly, waving her hand happily. "Gee, but I'm glad you stopped by!"

She hurried to the car and put her elbows upon the door.

"You look chic, Jeri," she commented.

"You look great yourself," I said seriously, noticing that the tight-bodiced dress moulded around her glamorously large tits. "Where's your brother?"

"He's in getting some work done on the car. I was hoping you came to see me."

"As a matter-of-fact I did. Anybody in the house?"

"No."

"Okay. I figured I'd come out and pick you up and we could go for a ride. Maybe you can do some of that which drove your sister-in-law away from your brother."

"You're kidding!" she said, blushing.

"I'm not kidding. You want to go?"

"Yes! Let me leave Neil a note. He ought to be back soon-it's almost dark. He has bad lights and doesn't like to drive after dark."

"Hurry it up, chick," I ordered. "Let's roll before he gets back."

"Okay, but he doesn't care."

"That's good," I mumbled softly, watching her run into the shack to write the note.

There's no doubt in my mind about the fact that a prettier girl was never born. Charlene was unmistakably the most gorgeous creature God ever let breathe. Her full skirt was still hiding the shape of her hips, ass, and stomach, but I knew that evening that she had to be built like that proverbial outhouse.

"I had to find a scarf to tie my hair down," she said, puffing from her hurrying. "These convertibles are great, but they raise hell with my hair."

"Right," I said. "But I'm not going to worry about mine tonight. Got to wash it tomorrow."

"If I had your money, I'd have me a beauty operator in my house."

"I might just get me one," I laughed.

We were both quiet, as I drove from the "country" to the "real country." As we entered a dense oak thicket, following a narrow wagon road, the crickets began singing their twilight theme song. Once I came to a large clearing, I applied my foot to the brakes and came to a halt.

"This is wonderful!" Charlene exclaimed.

"It'll be dark soon-let's get out and walk around a bit."

"Okay, let's," she agreed.

We both alighted and met in front of the car. In the last, fading brightness of daylight, I saw her nipples pushing visibly against the thin cotton cloth and knew that what I saw was all tits-that she didn't have a thing on those lovelies but the check material.

As I'd asked myself many times before, I asked again that evening:

What is it, Jeri, that you like about women's tits? Are you part man or part baby?

"Look at the pretty moon," Charlene said, pointing to the now-dim circle of light. "It's going to be beautiful tonight."

"Good," I said. "It'll be better to see you by." .

"See me?"

"Yes. I'm going to see you. Today you had on that sloppy shirt and those sloppier jeans, and I couldn't see a damn thing of what you looked like."

"I'll show you later-if you really want to see. I'll be a little embarrassed, though."

"So will I," I admitted. "But I must get started soon if I'm ever to get anywhere."

"What do you mean by getting somewhere?" she asked, frowning.

"I want sex. A lot of sex. I want any kind of sex I can get. I'm tired of playing around and just talking about it. I want some action. I had a big prick shoved in me today, and I hurt down there. But I want more. I want something to soothe the pain I feel. And I hope you don't disappoint me, Charlene."

She looked deeply into my eyes, and my gaze met hers.

She was tilting her head from side to side, as though she was trying to believe what I was saying.

Then she opened her mouth slowly, and said: "I don't think I'll disappoint you, Jeri. And I understand about having the what-do-you-call-it shoved in you. I don't like those things."

"I do like them. It just made me mad when he forced it in my mouth and shot all that stuff down my throat."

"How horrible!" Charlene said, frowning deeply. "In your mouth? Made the stuff go down your throat?"

"That's right. But I'm not sure it was horrible. I have to think about it for awhile."

"I wouldn't need to think about that," she said, puckering her mouth distastefully. "That's horrible just to think about."

As she displayed her distaste, my pussy began to get wet from a desire to repeat the performance. I knew I had to face it; I was a sexual being, game for anything connected with sex.

"We're going to stop talking and start some action," I said. "Take off your dress, so I can see what your body looks like. And you'd better be a beauty."

"I don't have anything on but this dress," she hesitated.

"What do you need on?"

"Nothing, I guess. But you want me to take...."

"Yes, before it gets too dark."

"I get awfully hot when I get naked," she said, stalling.

"The hotter you get, the better I like it."

"I'm afraid you're kidding me," she said. "If I strip, and you turn me down, it'll absolutely kill me!"

"I'm not going to turn you down. Take off the dress."

She caught both sides of the skirt and began lifting until the fabric hung on her tits, then she had to squirm fitfully to finish getting it off. Her tits looked luscious and eatable, and her body otherwise was something to write to Congress about.

While her hips were at least thirty-seven, her waist was only twenty-three inches. And her stomach was practically flat.

As she stood watching me, her legs were spread slightly apart. Her fleece around her cunt was curly but darker than the hair on her head. She was a pretty sight for any kind of eyes.

"Aren't you going to get naked?" she asked.

"Do you want me naked?"

"Yes."

"You hadn't asked."

"I'm asking you," she said.

All I was wearing was a skirt and a tucked-in blouse, but she watched intently, as I removed the only two garments.

"Let's throw them in the back seat," I said.

"You're very pretty naked," she said, ignoring what I'd said. "You're much prettier than Neil's wife. I'm almost afraid to have sex with you."

"Why?"

"Afraid I'll want you forever."

"That's a long time," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"I missed Neil's wife a lot," she admitted. "It was just that I love Neil, and I knew he had to get away from her."

"Do you love Neil sexually?"

"Of course not! Neil and I've never made a pass at each other."

"Look," I said, "you're more of an expert at this-suppose you tell me what we should do first to get started."

"Let's put the front seat up, and if you'll get in back and sit on top of the back cushion and put your feet in the seat, I'll do you like that. If it feels too good, you can lie back on the convertible top. Neil's wife had a car like yours."

Talking about it made me feel a little cheap, but by then I was so hot I didn't care. I climbed into the car and did as she'd suggested, and she came in and planted herself between my legs, on her knees.

Although I knew I wasn't yet in the right position, she began by kissing my legs and inside to my thighs. Every time her tongue touched my flesh, sharp, ecstatic thrills raced all through my body.

"I'm practically crazy now, Charlene. Do something!"

She grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the ridge, then buried her face against my pubic hair.

Instantly I felt her tongue race rapidly across my clit, and I couldn't help grabbing her head as Lenny had done to me.

Her tongue left my clit momentarily, and it began a slither in and out of my cunt so fast that I'd have sworn she was using some kind of a machine, "Suck it! Suck it, Charlene!"

She then caught the clit between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, finally drawing both the clit and half of my vagina folds into her mouth, while she returned the tongue to the clit.

You might as well say that I went out of my head! Good goddamn!

My whole body started coming apart, and I threw myself backwards onto the deck lid and locked my legs around her head.

"Oh, mother of all the sex gods-suck that thing-su ck-su ck!"

I went into a tail spin and was having convulsions too. The orgasm was so strong that I began screaming from the middle of my chest. Then, suddenly, I went limp and Charlene pulled away, rubbing my stomach.

"You loved it, Jeri," Charlene said softly. "I like to do somebody who loves it!"

"I loved it too much," I whispered, unable to talk louder. "You might find yourself living with me and doing that as a steady diet."

"I might like that too," she said. "Maybe Neil could go on without me."

"Let's give that some thought. But how do you get satisfied?"

"I went off while I was doing you. I went three times, but you went only once-but very big."

I wanted her to get up where I was so I could do her the same way, but I was afraid to ask.

"Did anybody ever do that to you-what you did to me?"

"Yes," she said. "You remember I told you about Loraine."

"Neil's wife."

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"It was nice."

"Maybe someday I'll do it to you."

"Better to do it later," she said. "Right now you're hungry for love, and it'll take a lot to catch you up. A woman might not be enough, and even a man and a woman might not be enough."

"You know a lot, don't you?"

"About sex, yes."

"I don't want you in that cotton patch tomorrow," I said.

"What would you have me do?"

"I'll find something at the house for you to do."

"Did you know that I don't mind picking cotton?"

"I guess if you did mind you wouldn't do it. But I don't want you out there anymore."

"I must help Neil, so we can get on to where we're going."

The thought of her leaving saddened me, and I rose and got on my feet in the seat. A job in a cotton patch wasn't enough leverage over her and Neil's head to command her or them to do anything, but I did wish I had a way to keep them from leaving.

The thought struck me that perhaps I should work on Neil. If I could get him to like me well enough, maybe he would be more likely to stick around the farm-at least for awhile.

"I guess we'd better go back," I told her. "I wonder if Neil will be back by now?"

"Oh, sure. He's been back a long time."

"He's sure good looking, isn't he?"

"Neil's handsome, Jeri. But he's a little burnt on women right now. Maybe you could go easy with him, then he'd be less likely to be afraid to step into the pot of love again."

"It wouldn't bother you if I tried for him?"

"No. But he'll know that you and I have been making it. He might not take to you-yet if we' re truthful about it, he might."

"Let's hurry back and see what we can do."

"Okay, let's go!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Neil was back to the cabin, and when we both walked in, I felt funny, even though Charlene had explained fully to me that Neil didn't care if she had sex with a woman, so long as it wasn't with Loraine, his wife.

He was reading a paperback by the naked light globe hanging from the ceiling.

His smile was natural when he looked at me, and Charlene said:

"You remember Jeri, Neil."

"Yes, I remember Jeri. Did you have a nice ride?"

"It was heavenly with the top down," she said. "And Jeri says she doesn't want me in the cotton patch tomorrow."

"Oh?" and Neil took a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. "Wouldn't it be pretty lonely for you here in the cabin all day?"

"I want to find something for her to do at the house," I told him.

"Well," he said, "I'll have to leave that up to you girls. But remember, Charlene, I hope you won't be too hurt, when we have to pull out of here."

"Yes, I've already started to worry about that," she admitted. "But Jeri's new at this type of friendship with women. I think she's stronger toward men."

Neil remained silent, drawing slowly and occasionally on his cigarette. He seemed to be in deep thought about something besides what we were talking about.

"I wish you kids didn't have to leave at all," I said.

"It would be hard on us to live after the cotton's all picked," Neil said. "And besides, we aren't really used to harvest work."

"Lenny has more than he can do," I began, "and you could help him harvest, then help with the stock all year around. We have a lot of horses and cattle, if you haven't noticed. Lenny works too hard and too many hours."

"That's possibly so," he said unenthusiastically. "But before we plan too much, perhaps we'd better wait and see how you girls get along. You can't always tell about new companionship."

"Neil's right, Charlene," I agreed. "Maybe we had better wait a few days-then discuss it again. Maybe the three of us could drive into town tomorrow night and take in a movie."

"That'd be great!" Charlene was all for it.

Neil turned in his chair so he could face me better. His brow was knitted, and his eyes revealed questions.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong and out of line," he said, "but aren't you somewhat attached to Lenny?"

"Lenny's married to Alice," I defended immediately. "They don't get along too well, but he's my stepbrother."

"Oh," he said, but he didn't seem too convinced that all was well for them to go out together. "Well, I can understand a man putting up with his woman messing with another woman, but I think when she goes out for another man, he might not like it."

"Lenny won't stand in the way of our friendship," I was quick to assure him. "It so happens that I own the farm and say what does and doesn't go there."

"That's what I heard. I would like to go with you girls to a movie tomorrow night. And if Charlene wants to stay with you at the farm, I think it'd be good for her. I can manage well here by myself, as Charlene well knows."

"Thank you, Neil," Charlene gushed happily. "I'll get a few of my clothes and we can take off, Jeri."

I took a chair and glanced around at the neatness of the cabin. Neil butted his cigarette and lit another, as though he were nervous. My admiration had gone up considerably for him because of his attitude toward our friendship, and I could see after a second evaluation of him that he was more than just a sensible young man.

"Not because she's my sister, Jeri, but Charlene's a hell of a nice kid, and she's loyal to her few friends. I have no answer for the way she is-the type of sex life she likes-but, for that matter, I have no answer for mine, either. Exactly why you have an interest in her perhaps isn't too important. But the way you treat her and how you value her friendship is very important. If you decide shortly that you no longer want her, please try to let her down easy, will you?"

"Yes, I will, Neil," I promised, without denying that I might lose interest in her. "I hope too that if she loses interest in me that she'll also let me down easy."

"That, I can promise you."

"I'm ready!" Charlene announced from the bedroom doorway, holding a small suitcase. "I hope you won't miss me too much, big brother Neil."

"Have fun and be happy," he said, smiling broadly.

I don't really know why I did it, but I rose and closed the short distance between Neil and me, bent down, then kissed him on the cheek.

There was a surprised look on his face, and he patted my shoulder affectionately.

"Don't get gushy, you two," Charlene said. "You'll be seeing each other again, real soon."

With that we went out the door and climbed into the car.

"He's nice," I said, hesitating to start the car.

"He takes after me," she said, laughing. "I'm a real good kid too."

"Aw, shut up," I said. "I know only one thing you're good for, and you're going to do that when we get home."

She smiled and I whirled the starter, and we drove away from the cabin.

To offset my embarrassment for having brought Charlene in the house to live with me, the living room was vacant when we arrived, and Vera and Alice were together in Vera's bedroom. I didn't know that, however, until a few minutes after we'd arrived, and I'd turned on the stereo. First, Vera entered from her bedroom, wearing her sexiest kimona, one from under which we could see almost everything, including the shadow of her pussy.

"You haven't met Charlene yet, Vera," I said, holding Charlene's hand and leading her closer to Vera.

"Hi, Vera," Charlene responded nicely.

"Pleased to meet you, Charlene," Vera said, extending her hand. "I think I heard Alice speak of you."

"Where is Alice?" I asked.

Vera smiled vaguely and nodded toward her bedroom.

"Charlene's no square," I notified Vera immediately. "In fact, she's come to stay with me to live in the house, I mean. She's going to share my bedroom, so we won't have to get a room ready for her."

"How nice!" and Vera was most sincere. "Shall I fix us some drinks?"

"Yes," I said. "But you might as well call Alice out-if you aren't going back in for awhile."

"I will," she said. "What would you like to drink, Charlene?"

"Whiskey on top of ice, if you have whiskey."

"Make mine the same, Vera," I said. "This calls for a real good celebration."

On her way to the kitchen, Vera went briefly into her bedroom, and shortly thereafter Alice came out wearing nothing but panties, her lush tits poking defiantly out at us.

"Hey, how are you?" she said to Charlene.

"I'm fine; how are you?"

"Can't you see?" and she rolled her chest and shook her tits.

"Yes, I can see," Charlene said. "But you look a little naked."

"Well, Lenny isn't here tonight, so we can move freely. And I just love to strip off and go the nature route."

I watched Charlene closely to see if Alice's nudity affected her any, but nothing seemed to change the girl. I didn't want to get jealous of her, as I didn't want her jealous of me. But at the same time I knew I'd respect her more if she didn't drool over every cunt and pair of tits she saw.

Vera returned with a tray of drinks, and we made ourselves comfortable, Charlene right at my side on one of the divans.

Alice took the floor and placed her drink on the coffee table, and Vera took a chair opposite us.

"Where is Lenny?" I asked.

"He didn't say where he was going," Vera nswered. "He just said that he was going to stay n town tonight."

"I wonder why?" I asked, puzzled. "I don't know. Mainly, I guess, because he and lice have agreed to live apart."

"But he can't be staying in town all the time!" said.

"Maybe tomorrow you can talk to him," Vera shrugged. "I tried my best to get him to listen. But I'm afraid this change is going to upset him for awhile."

"Here's to fun!" Alice said, raising her glass, wanting to dispense with discussing Lenny and their plight.

Both Vera and Alice looked as though they'd been had. Alice kept her eyes pretty well on Charlene, who still wore the thin cotton dress and whose big breasts were straining against the cloth.

I wasn't thinking about woman-to-woman love just then; rather I was thinking about Neil alone in the cabin, and Lenny off by himself in town somewhere.

But later-after Charlene and I were alone in y room, and both of us were stripped naked o the skin, and after we'd begun to talk about art of the evening-I was again interested in the luscious body of my woman. Part of our conversation had gone thusly: "You know, Jeri, those women just simply ooze with sex!"

"Vera and Alice?"

"Yes! Alice's breasts ... they're tremendous-almost as large as mine."

"You liked those, did you?"

"You'd better believe it. If I hadn't been with you, I'd have got on that rug with her and chewed them up."

"You could've done it, anyhow," I told her.

"No, not unless you told me to. One woman's enough for me, unless there's an orgy and everybody wants me to take part."

"Do women have orgies-together-a lot of women at one time?"

"Boy, I'll say. I was in one once with Loraine where there were seven women."

"No men?"

"Not one. I went off almost continuously for nearly four hours. First, one gal had me, then another and then another ... and almost every five minutes a different patch of hair was stuck in my face. My tongue was raw, and I was swollen down there."

"Boy," I said, heaving a sigh, "it sounds good, but I'd like a little prick in between."

"I've never had a prick," she said.

"Would you like to try one?"

"No. I don't want one."

"You need one," I said.

"Please don't make me take one," she implored.

"We'll see. But you might not be realizing what you're missing. I loved it tonight, when you went down on me, but I think I could trade about hour after hour. And I think I really like to suck a man too, and some one of these times I want to try going down on a woman."

"If you try a woman, will you try me first?"

"I promise you I will-if you're around."

"Aren't you going to keep me?"

"Do you want me to keep you?"

"I'm afraid I do. I want to belong somewhere, and I already care for you-I feel secure with you. You have a home and money, and you need somebody really loyal to you. I won't ever stand in your way. If you want sex with men, it's all right. If you want sex with other girls, it's all right; and if you want me to join you, I will. I just don't want to take a prick; but if you make me, I will."

I pulled her into my arms and mashed our breasts together. After kissing her several times on the forehead, I kissed her soft lips.

It was true; I did need somebody loyal, someone I could call my very own, a slave to my sexual desires, someone I could humiliate if I wanted to. But I knew it had to be somebody I loved and loved to be with, and I was beginning to see that Charlene was the one. I released her and lay on my back.

"Suck me," I commanded. "Kiss my lips first, then my tits, then kiss and lick me all the way down, then suck my cunt until I pass out!"

"That kind of a command will only make me love you more," she warned, rising to her elbows.

"Then suck now, and fall in love with me until you can't see anybody else!"

And she sucked! After kissing my lips, she took turns with my tits, first one nipple and then the other, and before she moved onward to my pussy, I almost got my rocks, and could easily see that after a short time with her I would be getting my rocks off no matter where she kissed me.

Once she snaked her tongue into the crevice, I began thinking about doing her. I could imagine myself sucking and kissing her massively luscious tits, and sending my tongue into her virgin cunt. Then I began imagining somebody doing me, while I was sucking all the goodness out of her, and I even thought of Lenny's thick prick going in me, while I had my tongue in Charlene.

All those thoughts left me, however, when a gush of ecstasy flooded my body, and I began an orgasm from Charlene's adept tongue lashing. I'd never so much as dreamed that such heaven existed from man or woman, and an additional exuberance overcame me, as I consciously realized that now the whole world was lying at my feet.

Some time later, I rolled her over, her back to my stomach, and took one of her tits in my hand. Then, with my pussy resting against her ass and my tits against her back, I fell peacefully asleep, more contented than I'd been in my entire life....

CHAPTER NINE

Things between Vera, Alice .and me weren't the same, starting the following day. It seemed that the three of us were a little estranged, but they were especially nice to Charlene at both the breakfast and lunch table, and Alice was most helpful in teaching Charlene to help with the housework.

I got the idea that they felt that I had alienated myself from them by bringing Charlene in, and that I wasn't too interested in their company.

Of course, that was far from the truth. I guess you could say that I still had the hots for both of them, and I wasn't going to be entirely satisfied until I'd had them in the way that I'd had Charlene, at least. I couldn't blame them for thinking things, especially when my association and love for Charlene might jeopardize their security there at the farm.

Lenny hadn't shown for breakfast, but he had been on the job early that morning. He'd come to the house for lunch, and, to my great surprise, he'd brought Neil with him. Lenny had never brought a hired hand to the house for food or drink, and it gave me cause to wonder. But I charged it off to the fact that Lenny no doubt knew that I'd brought Charlene to the house, and he'd thought that if one was there the other ought to be.

Later in the afternoon I'd gone to a thicket near where they were picking. Another surprise caught me. Neil was weighing in the cotton as the pickers came to the scales, and Lenny was off discing ten acres for the late tomato crop. I looked among the pickers to see if I could spot the other weigh man, but he was nowhere among the hands.

Well, that was nice, I thought. Lenny was thinking the way I'd been thinking; about using Neil for other jobs, which was along my line of thoughts about keeping both him and Charlene at the farm.

On my way back to the house I thought quite a lot about Neil. Though I hadn't actually fallen and gone ga-ga over him, I had liked what I'd seen. And, of course, at that particular phase of my young life, I was looking in every direction for sex, almost any kind of sex, and I had already wondered what it would like to fuck Neil.

When Charlene and I had left the cabin the night before, I'd had thoughts about returning some evening to visit with him, and who knew? Perhaps something interesting might happen. The thing I'd wondered most about him was how big was his cock?

I'd also wondered if I'd ever be satisfied with any prick less than the size of Lenny's. And how would a smaller one feel? And how would Lenny's feel, once I'd got used to it ramming into me like a red-hot poker?

Vera met me at the kitchen door, and there was a lot of concern on her face. She was frowning, yet she was smiling, something I'd never seen her do before.

Once I was inside the kitchen, I noticed that she had been alone, perhaps waiting for me to return.

"Where're the girls?" I asked, wondering instantly if Charlene and Alice were off somewhere sucking each other.

"They're both busy in separate parts of the house," she said.

"Okay," I said. "So long as they're in separate parts of the house."

"I need to talk to you, Jeri," she said, her eyes somewhat in wonderment.

"All right, shoot," and I sank into a chair and placed my elbows upon the table.

Vera sat and lit a cigarette. I noticed her hand trembling, as she held the match to the weed. She exhaled the first puff of smoke, then opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm worried, Jeri," she said. "Frankly, I'm half worried to death."

"About what?"

"I don't know how to tell you or ask you, but it's partly about Alice, partly about me, and something about Lenny."

"Just let it rip, and tell it like it is."

"Well, let me say first that I hope Alice doesn't have to leave the farm. As you saw last night, she's a different part of my life now-no longer a daughter-in-law, at least not in practice. I don't claim to be in love with her, nor she with me, but we're having something nice together."

"Good," I said, "and I don't object. There's no reason she has to leave the farm."

"Well, good. The next thing I'm thinking is that it looks like I'll never get to be with you. It seems that I had my chance-something happened-then somehow I did something wrong. Don't be surprised when I tell you that you appeal to me a lot more than Alice does."

"I didn't know that," I said. "But you didn't do anything wrong, and I think you'll still get a chance to be with me. Right now I'm very hot for Charlene, and I still have men running around in my mind."

"Men?"

"Yes, and mostly Lenny."

"Well, that's the last thing I was wondering about. Any sex I might have with you won't affect anything between you and Lenny. But I definitely know now that he's overboard for you, but he doesn't know what to do about it."

"You'd never believe he was, by the way he rammed his big prick in my mouth and shot off in my throat! He even held my head so I couldn't get away, and he rammed it as far as he could. And you ought to feel that thing in your mouth once!"

"I've heard of mothers having affairs with their sons, but as yet I haven't done so. But what you tell me surprises me. He's always been such a shy boy!"

"Well, he certainly wasn't shy about ramming that cock down my throat. Maybe he did that to Alice."

"I don't think so. It was just too big for her, and, as you know, she doesn't care for men, anyhow."

"Well, after a woman gets something like that stuck in her throat a few times, she's bound not to like men," I lied.

"Have you changed your mind about Lenny, then?"

"No, not altogether. But he acted very peculiar. First, he literally raped me. Then, after he was through, he washed his cock in the river lake and came back and stuck it in my mouth-literally made me take it!"

"That's too bad. I wish I could bawl him out good for that."

"That wouldn't do any good. He did it already, and I've been wondering a lot. That's why I went over last night to pick up Charlene."

"That's very unfortunate," she said. "Because there's something I never told you-even though you told me how you felt about him-at the time we talked. It was that Lenny was in love with you, even before he married Alice."

"What? Vera, what in hell are you saying?"

"You heard what I said, and I'm not lying. His loving you, and feeling that he was so much like a brother to you, is the sole reason he married Alice in the first place. Lenny was the first one of them who recognized that their marriage would fail."

"Well, clip all the hair off my cunt! Why didn't the stupid jerk fuck me, instead of marrying her?"

"You know pretty well already how that boy is. And if he found out that I told you about this, I doubt that he'd speak to me anymore."

"Even if he does love me, Vera, he doesn't have any respect for me. If he did, he wouldn't have rammed that ... down my throat."

"I still don't have an answer for that. It happens to be something I can't talk to him about."

"I'd hope not. There's been so many things happen in my mind during such a short while that my head's dizzy. I'm just going to let myself go, do whatever I feel, and see what comes. From now on out, if I want someone to suck me, I'll say so. If I want to suck someone, I'm going to do it. If I want a prick, and I can find one, then I'm going to get it in me."

"I just hope you don't go too far."

"How far is too far, Vera?"

"In sex, Jeri, I don't know. As you talk now, it reminds me that I have wished many times that I'd done the same thing. I had many chances to go down on some very pretty chicks and have many go down on me. But I was so many times too afraid that I'd be discovered and thought of as a Lesbian. And right now, after your father's passing, I realize that I'll never seek out another man."

At that moment Alice entered the kitchen.

"Will that guy be here for dinner?" she asked. "You know, whatever his name is-Charlene's brother?"

"I don't know," Vera said. "Lenny didn't say."

"It's doubtful he will," I supposed. "I don't even know yet why Lenny brought him to lunch."

"I do," Vera said. "The ants got into his lunch. Didn't Lenny tell you?"

"He told me nothing," I said.

"Well," Alice said, "I'll not plan on him, but if he comes, I guess we can scare up plenty for him."

"I'd just as soon his coming for lunch and dinner doesn't become a habit," I said.

And my real reason was that I'd planned on visiting Neil at the cabin. If he got in a habit of coming for dinner, he would probably stay too long, and it wouldn't give me enough time to visit with him and get back early enough to be with Charlene.

"Some people get all the luck," Alice said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "What I wouldn't have given to have Charlene in my bed. Are you going to share her with us, Jeri?"

"One more crack like that out of you," I warned her, "and you're going to land on your back-on the floor!"

"She was just kidding, Jeri," Vera defended, turning white in the face.

"No, she wasn't," I said. "And if anybody makes any kind of a crack in front of Charlene, I'm going to be hard to deal with!"

"Oh, Jeri," Alice said, "I'm sorry. It's true-I wasn't kidding, and I do think you're very lucky. But I don't think you should get angry about it."

"I'm a little touchy, when it comes to Charlene," I warned her again. "I like the kid, and I want her treated right, and I don't want anybody to get in a habit of throwing insults or jokes. She might not quite understand."

"Okay," Alice said. "I get the message, and again, I'm sorry."

"I'm going to add too that she's private stock, until further notice."

After that I rose and left the room, going in search of Charlene.

I found her in my bedroom polishing the dresser.

I was very nervous about my explosion with Alice and Vera, and out of some kind of fear I took her into my arms and squeezed her tits against me.

"How're you doing, sweetie?" I asked.

"Just fine. And, Jeri, I simply love it here. Vera and Alice are so nice, and the place is so nice, I wondered all day how I've managed without being here."

"I just told Vera and Alice that you're my private stock until further notice," I told her.

"That wasn't necessary," she said, putting her arms tightly around me. "That went without even saying. I'm with somebody else, only when and if you say the word."

"I don't want to be jealous of you, Charlene. Just like I don't want you to be jealous of me. Later, after you're better acquainted here, we'll have some parties, and I might give them a chance with you, and you with them."

"That'd be nice," she admitted candidly. "It'll be fun if you're in on it; but as far as sneaking around behind you and having something with someone, that's out."

Enough said, I thought. I wasn't going to let her admitting anything upset me.

I appreciated that she was that honest, and for that fact mainly my mind was already agreeing to share her to some limited extent. But I didn't want her to become loose and not know when she was going to suck around this one and that one. I wanted to feel that I had something very special.

At the dinner table Lenny had loosened up considerably, but I refused to look at him, when he was glancing my way. I did watch closely to see if he gave any notice to Charlene, which I'd also done at lunch time. But it didn't seem that he knew she was alive; and as for Charlene, she certainly didn't give him the first unnecessary glance.

But he was smiling, and he spoke about the good weigh-ins that the pickers had accomplished. Then he mentioned Neil, for which I was glad.

"I fired the man at the scales. You'd better mail his check tomorrow. He didn't want to get it before he left."

"What happened?" Vera asked.

"He was weighing heavy for two of his friends. Neil saw him do it yesterday too, so today I watched him."

"Is that why Neil got the weighing job?" I asked, not too cattily.

"Neil's the only man out there who has brains enough to do anything but snatch bowls. We need somebody like him around here for other work too. Maybe you forgot that Dad used to do a lot of work here, and the stock's increased since he's passed away. There's a limit to how much one man can do-a responsible man."

"I'm quite sure that Jeri doesn't object to your hiring help when you need it, Lenny. And if I recall, she asked you some time back to find someone else to help you with the more responsible jobs."

"I know she did, Mom. But I just didn't know anybody at the time. Now Neil's here, so I decided to let him help."

That was the way I wanted him to think-that I wasn't anxious for Neil to work as a salaried hand. Lenny was playing right into my hands, though none of it was necessary, if I actually wanted to hire Neil. But I'd said nothing to any of them relative to the fact that soon Charlene and Neil would be moving onward, unless somebody talked them into staying, for some good reason.

"I'd like to let both you and Lenny know, Jeri, that profit and loss figures show that we've lost a lot of money on horses. Unless more time is spent on training, and unless better prices are sought and the horses sold sooner, I'd suggest that we cut back."

"There's another job that Dad did," Lenny reminded us. "He saw that the best horses were well trained, and he knew how to sell them, I'm just a rough-clod farmer, and I neither know how to train horses right nor to sell them."

"We'll keep on with the horses and make up the losses on the cattle, cotton, and corn," I told them. "We call this place a farm, but actually it's a ranch. What would a ranch be without horses?"

"Well," Lenny said, rising, "I've had sufficient to eat. May I be excused?"

"You may," Vera said. "Are you giving us the pleasure of your company this evening?"

"No, sorry. I have an appointment in town tonight with a lawyer. I'll need two hundred dollars, if I have any money coming."

Goose flesh formed all over my body. Lenny was seeing a lawyer, and he needed two hundred dollars. That could mean nothing but a divorce. Oh, great day!

Then, suddenly, I wondered why that made too much difference to me. It still had made me feel better, and the exuberance was still with me, when Lenny walked out of the dining room.

Vera excused herself to go get him a check.

"Well, girls," Alice said, "we have a free rein tonight. We can fill up the glasses, turn out the lights, light the candles and live and sex it up!"

"Two'll get you twenty Lenny heard that," I half whispered.

"So? Lenny's not as dumb as you think. He has eyes in back of his head, and ears all over his head."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"I mean simply, Jeri, that Lenny isn't dumb to the fact that the women in this house don't sit around and cry about not having men to sleep with."

"Have you told him anything?"

"No, but he's told me plenty-in his snotty way when he was angry."

"Oh, God!" said my numb lips. "What must he think of us?"

"He's stuck with us, no matter what he thinks. He's got only one mother, one boss, and one ex-wife-or she will be soon. So what can he really do about it, no matter what he thinks?"

"Well, you like to have a man think something of you!"

"Jeri, once you get that horse prick of his in you, you're going to give up on that boy. And don't say you aren't stuck on him. I'll admit I was too dumb to see it before, but I know now."

"I'm sure glad you do," I said.

"Look, Jeri," she said, "seriously, let's make with a party tonight. What say?"

"Can't. I promised I'd take Charlene to a show tonight. We're leaving just as soon as dinner dishes are mopped up."

"Oh, hell! What about the next time Lenny gets out of the house?"

"We'll have to wait till the next time and see then. We're going to have plenty of time for parties-you mark my word. You'll get those big tits of yours sucked completely off one of these nights."

"Promises, promises," she said. "I'll be glad when that night comes. You guys scram, and Vera and I'll take care of this mess."

"We should help," Charlene said.

"You've done your share of work today," Alice accused her.

"I didn't do much," Charlene denied. "Besides, I love housework."

"There's a domestic for you, Jeri," Alice nodded toward Charlene. "How many women like that do you find?"

"Not very many, I'm afraid. Come on, chick; we'll take Alice up on this deal, and I can pick up a few things in town before the movie starts."

CHAPTER TEN

The cabin was no less neat and clean, when we stopped to pick up Neil. He'd prepared his dinner and was in a fresh shirt and neatly pressed slacks, when we arrived.

Damn, but he was a handsome brute!

"Would you like to drive, Neil?" I asked.

"If you'd like me to."

"Please do. You get in the middle, Charlene."

Charlene and I held hands, while Neil drove. I noticed that he cast a glance once to our interlocked fingers, then looked quickly back to the road.

In a way I felt funny. Still, I realized that he was fully aware of what she and I did with each other.

Inside the theater I sat between Neil and Charlene. She kept my right hand, and sometime during about the middle of the first feature I reached my left over to Neil's lap and found one of his hands. He immediately squeezed my hand, then took it in both of his hands.

The attention from him felt good, but I noted some peculiar electrical currents passing through me, while I remained connected with both of them.

We took a head break at intermission, and, like the child I liked her to be, Charlene wanted popcorn.

We met Neil back at our seats, and we ate the corn, then resumed holding hands.

We had a sandwich in a coffee shop after the movie, then began driving back to the cabin. This time I sat in the middle, and all three of us were quiet.

The dash lights were fairly bright, and the moon was even brighter; and when I glanced at Neil's lap, I saw quite a bulge running from the center of his crotch down his leg. Very casually I laid my hand on his lap, and my fingers fell upon the snake-like bulge. Almost instantly it began to grow, and I commenced rubbing the length of it very slowly and softly. After it had stopped growing, I had a good idea how much he had, and it was no little bit.

When we started to let Neil off at the cabin, he kissed me softly on the lips, then went around the car and kissed Charlene on the cheek.

I wasn't too happy to leave him there alone, as the cabin seemed so lonely and desolate. I realized much later, though, that my concern was more for myself than for him. I was letting myself get ensnarled in a three-way circus, something that wouldn't be easy to get out of.

Against my real desire, and knowing I couldn't stay anyhow, I drove away.

When we were back on the main road, Charlene said:

"Neil likes you a lot, Jeri."

"Yes, I know. And I like him a lot. I sort of hated to leave."

"You could come back later tonight-since he doesn't have to work tomorrow."

I could, at that, I told myself. Yes, I could get Charlene tucked away, then go back to the cabin!

As I kept driving, not having replied yet to Charlene's suggestion, I recalled rubbing the length of Neil's prick, and I wondered if I went back and let him fuck me, if he'd make me take it in my mouth like Lenny'd done. It wouldn't be as bad as it'd been with Lenny, because Neil's cock wasn't nearly so large as Lenny's.

"You wouldn't mind if I went back, Charlene?" I asked her.

"I'd love for you to go back. I'd like very much for Neil to have an interest here-want to stay here-because I'd hate terribly having to leave you now."

I reached for her and drew her closer to my side. Driving with one hand, I kept my arm around her, until we reached the house.

Inside, I crept easily to Vera's door and opened it a crack. Both Vera and Alice were lying naked and asleep upon the bed, locked in each other's arms.

That was good. I could tuck Charlene away, leave, then return early in the morning. Nobody but Charlene would know that I'd been gone.

I returned to Charlene who waited by the stairway for me, and we proceeded upstairs and into my bedroom.

As much as I wanted to go to the cabin to get in bed with Neil, it was hard to leave the naked and luscious Charlene, especially after she'd drawn me to her nakedness and kissed my lips. Only lust of the most impelling kind could've drawn me away from her. But I accepted her kiss and walked down the stairway and quietly out of the house.

Lenny wasn't yet back, and I hoped I wouldn't run into him, before I got away from the house.

The moment my headlights fell against the cabin's windows, Neil must've gotten up, for, when I alighted from the car, he opened the door and stood in his underwear waiting for me.

"Are you surprised?" I asked.

"Pleased, but not surprised. I had a feeling you'd come."

"I feel like a slut for coming," I lied.

"Come on in, and don't feel any way but happy that you did. Maybe I shouldn't feel this way, but I'm more than glad you came. I was lying in bed thinking about you when the lights hit the windows."

Rather than make any weak excuses or to play coy, I went directly to the bedroom and began taking off my clothes. Once nude, I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me.

Neil removed his underwear and came to beside me, and immediately we went into each other's arms, and I began stroking his cock to get it hard.

His hand came down, and he began rubbing my cunt, and already it was very moist from my thoughts and anticipation while driving there.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

I squeezed his cock, and by now it was almost hard.

"I feel like I must have it," I said. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I wanted it when we were driving back from the movie."

"Yes, I know. And I'd liked to have stopped and given it to you, but we couldn't very well with my kid sister aboard."

"I don't think she'd have minded."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because she suggested I come back."

"That surprises me," he said.

"The world's full of surprises," I said, squeezing his prick harder than before.

It was bone hard now, and my cunt was beginning to twitch for the feel of it in there.

We kissed then, and one of his fingers went under me and pressed against the small opening in my ass. That set me more on fire, and I pulled at his cock, trying to suggest that he climb aboard.

He did, and I personally guided him to my cunt and in. I gave with a push upward with my pelvis, and that got me all of it at one time. It didn't hurt, but it felt powerfully good.

"Push hard at me," I suggested. "Try to hurt me."

He didn't push very hard, but he started coming out of me and going back in very deep and thoroughly, and the approximate seven inches of his prick was touching something that felt wonderful.

"Deeper, if you can," I begged. "Harder-hard as you can. I want as much of you as possible!"

His strokes became more pronounced now, and the briskness of his cock was satisfying some of my itch. My mind took a tailspin, and I began thinking about the stallion, his long thick cock ramming into me, splitting me nearly in half. Then the stallion shot his wad and left me, and Lenny came and knocked me to the ground and got on me. He shoved that huge thing into me, sending it to the hilt in one fast, hard jab. I screamed, not realizing at the moment that I was having an orgasm.

Not knowing my mind, Neil pulled back from me, thinking he was hurting me. He almost ruined it for me, but I hurriedly lifted my midsection against him and got it all back into me again.

"Push hard, goddamn it, push hard!" I screamed out. "Give it all to me-push-push-push!"

Poor Neil hadn't been on something like me before, and after I went completely crazy, tossing him from one side of the bed to the other, then relaxed, I think he was glad it was over. I could tell that he hadn't gotten his, but I could feel that he was no longer hard like he'd been when we'd started.

Timed with my discovery of how soft he'd gotten, Neil lifted himself and lay beside me, rubbing and soothing my stomach.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"No, I was mainly interested in satisfying you. Did you go well?"

"I went more than well. The whole top of my head almost came off. But I want you to have yours too."

"I'll get it later."

"How much later?"

"I'll go wash, and you can take it in your mouth," he said.

Not again! Holy Mother of Christ! Was that all these men thought about? All they really wanted to do was to stick it into a girl's mouth?

"I don't like that," I objected.

"All right," he said calmly. "We won't do it."

"But how'll you get yours? Will you get hard again?"

"I will if you take it in your mouth," and he rose and left the room.

I lay quietly, listening to water running in the bathroom.

I knew as well as I was lying there that I liked to suck, but somehow the idea of both Lenny and Neil wanting me to upset me a great deal. I wished that I had a whole line of men waiting their turn to fuck me, so I'd be sure to get enough. I recalled that Lenny had rammed into me, and had gone off, then he'd made me pop, and his cock had still been hard. Even after he'd washed it in cold water, it had still been hard as a rock, after which he'd nearly choked me with it.

Neil returned and lay beside me, but he didn't touch me, I reached over and took his limp prick in my hand, and I could feel the dampness, indicative that he'd washed it.

For several minutes I wagged it back and forth, squeezed it, skinned it back, running my fingertip over the head, but it didn't get any harder.

Very slowly I folded back the top sheet and thin blanket, then bent my body into a position whereas I could set my mouth to Neil's cock. Since it was soft, I was able to get it all the way into my mouth, and my lips nibbled at the pubic hair.

Almost instantly it began to grow, and soon the tip of it started going down my throat. I pulled back, then worked my head up and down, like the expert I was not. Very soon it was rock hard, and, without getting my mind too far away from the business at hand, I wondered if Neil didn't have some sort of peculiarities about sex, since he'd gotten soft in me, and now he was rock hard in my mouth.

"Get it all, Jeri!" he opened suddenly. "Get all that prick!"

And I was getting it all. It was much easier to suck than Lenny's was, and it wasn't too hard for me to keep at least the head in my throat. But once he began coming, I was compelled to retreat. The sperm came in great gushes, and the poignant taste and the great amount of it almost gagged me. I started losing some of it from the corners of my mouth, but finally I managed to swallow most of it.

"That was the most!" Neil exclaimed, relaxing comfortably. "You did it like an expert-best I ever had."

So now he's calling me an expert cock sucker, I realized. Only the second time in my life to have a cock in my mouth, so now he says I'm an expert.

"Who did that to you before?" I asked, propping myself upon an elbow.

"My wife."

"Who else?" I pursued. "A few guys."

"A few guys? Did you ever do it to a guy?"

"No. That would make me a homosexual, if I did it to a guy."

"But you aren't a homosexual if you let a man do it to you?"

"No. I just let a few guys do it, because I felt sorry for them."

"You didn't enjoy it yourself?"

"Not very much."

"But you enjoyed it some, didn't you?"

"A little." .

"I guess I'd better get back to Charlene," I said, not wanting to stay all night.

"I thought you'd stay all night."

"No, I promised Charlene I'd come back early," I lied. "She still feels a little funny in the house, when I'm not there."

"You're going to take good care of my sister, aren't you?"

"You'd better know it! Right now Charlene's the better part of my life."

"She'd like to have sex with more than you and herself," he revealed. "But don't tell her I told you."

"You mean with other women?"

"Other women, and even a man."

"Would she have sex in your presence?" I asked, interested.

"Yes. She and Loraine and I had sex together several times."

"Did you ever put it in Charlene?"

"No. She's a virgin."

"Did you ever go down on her?" I asked.

"No. I don't go down on women."

"Why?"

"I never wanted to."

Without further comment or questions, I rose and put on my clothes.

Neil remained in bed, but he asked:

"Do you want me to go to the car with you?"

"No. I'm not afraid of the dark. I'll be seeing you," and I picked up my purse and left.

Many thoughts raced through my mind while I drove slowly home. Neil wasn't the best, but he could be a helpful sex tool. To have sex with him and Charlene at the same time promised some new thrill I hadn't yet experienced. I wasn't sure I wanted it, though.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Lenny had returned, and rightly so, because it was almost three in the morning. I made my way quietly into the house, then just as quietly up the stairs to my bedroom.

On the landing I noticed that Lenny's door was ajar, and, when I started to open my door, he stepped out into the hallway.

"I want to talk to you, Jeri."

"V, hat about? You want to stick your prick in my mouth again?"

"Jeri, please! We have to talk; this whole damn household's going plumb to hell!"

I studied him for several seconds, noting the frown and strain on his face. I figured that even if he did want to put his cock in my mouth again, was that any worse than what Neil wanted?

"All right, Lenny," I agreed, "but no funny business, you hear?"

"No funny business, Jeri, I promise."

I stepped inside his room and sat on the bed's edge, ready to move at a moment's notice. He sat near me but not closely, and it was indicative that he was playing it cool. , "Jeri, some of these things going on around here's going to have to stop! I don't know if I can stay here much longer, if something doesn't change."

"Like what?" I asked, a perturbed frown on my forehead.

"Look, you know damn well why Alice wanted to call it quits with me."

"Of course, I do. Your prick's too big for her. She told me that a long time ago, before you ever stuck it in me."

"No, Jeri. No, no. no! That's not the reason at all, and you know it! Right now, down in Mom's bedroom, she and Alice are sleeping together. And they slept together last night. Tell me there aren't enough bedrooms around here for Alice to have a separate room?"

"Maybe Alice's afraid to sleep by herself."

"You know damn well better than that, Jeri. You know that Mom and Alice are eating each other up."

"You shouldn't accuse your mother of that, unless you know damn good and well what you're talking about."

"I heard them last night, and you could hear them clear out into the living room. And both Mom and Alice want to lick you too-if they haven't already! And I know you're letting Charlene lick you-that's why you don't want me to put it in you anymore."

"Lenny, you're just plain out of your head! I let you put your prick in me, and what did you do? You had to make me take it in my mouth, that's what!"

"I'm sorry about that, Jeri. But I wanted to know whether or not you'd like things I might want to do later. I think you know I've been in love with you for a long time."

"I don't know any such of a thing. And I don't think you love anything but that big prick of yours-and yourself."

I'd never seen him glare at anybody before, but he sure started giving me the sad eye. And Alice was right; he did know what was going on in the house. I was sorry in a way, because he was, after all, Vera's son. But I didn't see any reason why he couldn't accept facts, since he wouldn't be able to change them, no matter what he said or how hard he tried.

"If you know all those things, Lenny, and you know as a fact that your wife and mother are 'eating each other up,' as you call it, what do you think you can change? Do you think they'll stop, just because you don't like it? They can live their own lives, as you can live yours. And if you think you have to leave the farm, then just leave. I think we can get along without you, if we have to."

"Then you condone what Mom and Alice're doing?"

"I neither condone nor condemn. It's none of my damn business. Alice does her work around here, and Vera takes care of what she's supposed to, and if Vera wants Alice to stay on here, for no matter what reason, then Alice can stay. If you want to, you can stay; but you'll have to keep your nose out of my business, and you'll have to keep it out of their business too."

"All right, Jeri, as soon as the harvest's over I'll leave. In the meantime you can find somebody else to take care of things, and I'll hope that all of you women lovers'll be happy with your cunt eating!"

I slapped him a stinging blow across the face, turned abruptly, then left the room.

Charlene was sleeping soundly, when I entered the room. Her beautiful body lay displayed nudely upon the bed, and her full breasts heaved slowly up and down with her normal breathing. I believe that any other time I might've seen her like this, I would've thrown myself down upon her and eaten her up, but I was so angry at Lenny and the truth he'd spat out, I could hardly think about sex.

"Cunt eaters!" I blurted out, much too loudly.

The nerve of that brat! Even my own father had known about Vera, but he'd been man enough to understand people and life. Then there was Lenny, who'd never accomplished anything worthwhile in his whole life, with his poison tongue talking about cunt eaters!

In the bathroom I got out the douche bag Vera had gotten me a few days before, and for the second time in my life I took a hot douche. The water and vinegar made me burn momentarily; but shortly afterward I felt better, and much cleaner.

After a hot shower, I lay beside Charlene, and instinctively she turned to face me and to put her arm around me.

"Mnnnn," and she returned to dreamland.

I was having a heavenly dream: Charlene was kissing me all over, and I was fondling both her breasts, and I was on the wonderful road of orgasm. Stronger-stronger-and then even stronger, until I didn't think I could stand anymore. Suddenly my intestines seemed to come forward, and it felt like I was losing all my insides.

Very shortly after the tremendous fit, I awoke to realize that I was stroking somebody's head. When I looked down to where the head and mouth had been working, I saw Vera.

I raised myself enough to see her tongue still caressing my vagina, and I wondered how long she'd been doing that to me.

Then she raised her head and began shuddering violently, and her eyes seemed to be falling back into their sockets. I watched her, until she finally opened her eyes again, and her head reeled as though she were dizzy. Then she rose and stood, looking down at me.

"I guess you know I just had it!" she said. "I never thought I could have one that strong without somebody going down."

"That's pretty sneaky," I said.

"Sneaking is about the only chance I've had at you," she told me. "I came to wake you, and I just couldn't resist."

"Isn't Alice doing her job well?"

"But definitely. But Alice isn't you."

I threw my feet to the floor and sat. After running my fingers numerous times through my hair, I yawned and looked at my watch. Eleven o'clock! God, had I slept!

"Let me get you some coffee," she said.

"No, no, I'm going to dress and go down. Where's Charlene?"

"She's okay. She's using the vacuum in my office. She's the most ambitious girl I've ever seen. You got a real jewel when you got her."

"Yes, and we've got real trouble elsewhere, Vera."

"My son?"

"No other. He caught me early this morning and called us all cunt eaters. He didn't get away with it-I slapped the hell out of him."

"He's afraid he's going to lose you," she said.

"He can't keep me that way. Besides, he's never really had me. He seems to be taking a lot for granted."

"Don't be surprised, but he didn't have breakfast with us this morning."

"Did he leave the farm?"

"No. He's out there working, somewhere. He walked by-me this morning, and all he did was glare at me. Right now I'm afraid he hates his mother."

"I hate this, Vera. I mean, if it were anybody else but your son! How do we convince him that what we do is rather on the natural side?"

"How do you convince anybody? He's just one of millions we couldn't convince."

"I didn't know if you knew that he knew about you and Alice. How did he find out?"

"I think Alice and I were making a little too much noise, and he happened to be at the wrong place at the right time. I'm not going to worry about it, Jeri. I raised him to a grown man, and I'm absolutely free and thirty-nine years old. He can fly with his own wings, and I'll waddle around with mine."

"Hand me my robe over there, Vera. I feel like hell sitting here naked like this."

"I like it," she said, reaching and handing me the robe. "I'll go down and make sure the coffee's hot. See you shortly?"

"Yes."

Between what I'd had with Neil and what Vera'd done, I felt like a million, when I went downstairs and walked into the kitchen. But lo and behold, there sat Alice as naked as the day she was born. Vera saw my surprise, and she shrugged, as she poured a cup of coffee for me.

"Look, Chief Sexum Pot, we know already that you have pretty tits and a delicious-looking cunt, and we know your whole body's flawless. But get your ass out of here and come back fully dressed, you hear?"

"Gee whiz, Jeri, what harm is there in my being comfortable?"

"Do what I tell you, immediately, if not sooner. We have enough trouble around here already, without your running around here like that. There is a time and place for nudity and sex."

She left hurriedly, but she was smiling at the same time. She was such a sexy bitch, even with her clothes on, that it was all I could do to keep from throwing her to the floor and chewing her pussy to bits.

"I'd told her she'd better get her clothes on," Vera said. "But believe it or not, she's determined to have you, one way or another."

"And she's going to have me too," I promised. "I'll make her do me, and possibly all night. If it weren't for Lenny, I'd love to see her running around here naked. I'd even like to run around like that myself."

"You and me both," Vera said, pouring herself some coffee.

"Well, Lenny's your son, and it may be that I really love him. But at times I wish he weren't living here at all."

"Lenny will come around," she said, sitting across from me at the table. "I saw something one time-when Lenny was about twelve years old-that he doesn't know I saw. And when the proper time comes, if I must, I'll remind him of it."

"What was that?" I asked, more than curious.

"At that time, we lived in a house with a fence-enclosed yard. I'd gone to do some shopping, but I'd forgot some money I'd intended taking. When I returned home, I happened to look into the back yard. Lenny was standing just outside the kitchen door, and the boy he always played with was on his knees in front of Lenny. Most of Lenny's penis was in the boy's mouth, but what was still left out was enough to outdo his father.

"I stood watching them, and finally Lenny grabbed the boy's head and held it, while he poked every inch he had out of sight and into the boy's mouth. For several seconds he stood there as if having convulsions, and the boy almost choked. When Lenny took it out of the boy's mouth, the kid spit and gagged, and I started to go out there, because I thought the boy was choking. But, before I could force my feet to move, the boy grabbed Lenny's penis and shoved it back into his mouth."

"And?"

"I left the house and did my shopping."

"My God! I wonder if he'd let a man do that now-or if he'd make a man do it?"

"I personally think so. It's really human nature, when you come right down to it."

"Do you really think it's human nature, or do you suppose you say so because you're bent that way?"

"I know what you mean, but I truly think it's human nature. I think some of us are bent, as you say, farther than others. But if Lenny got hard from letting the boy do it to him, it was a sign that he'd also like to do it to a boy."

"Like if I get hot for you, that means that I'd really like to do you?"

"That's my opinion," she said. "The first time a woman went down on me, I had no idea that I wanted to do it to her. But I did, finally, and I discovered later that I was more interested in going down than I was having somebody go down on me."

"I'm afraid you're right," I admitted. "I want very badly to go down. But I'm afraid that if I start, I'll quit liking men."

"Not unless you're too much inclined toward women. I think you're more inclined toward the man than you are toward the woman. But you're highly sexual, and right now you should have a man three or four times a day."

"I believe that."

"I think a woman with you is only a substitute, and one day you might not even desire one. Where with me, a man was always a substitute."

"I've just got to have more sex, Vera. I burn, practically, all the time. I know I must be abnormal. And I don't understand why I haven't recognized this sooner."

"Sometimes, when it hits, it gives you quite a wallop."

"Well, I certainly have been walloped! We're going to have quite a problem if Lenny leaves the farm. I have no doubt that whoever we get to replace him will be less than we need."

"Don't worry about it, Jeri. Lenny's not going to leave. I haven't begun on that jasper yet. Right now he's hurt about Charlene."

"Really?"

"That's what's gouging him. Of course, no man likes for a woman to quit him. Men like to quit first. And there's no doubt but what Alice's dropping him has affected him a great deal, even though I know he doesn't love her."

"Well, Vera, I'm going to get dressed and go riding. I think I'll take Alice with me-since she likes to ride so well. Whatever you intend to do by way of working on Lenny, you'd better start pretty soon."

"There's no hurry, believe me," she assured. "I told you before that you and Alice should get him together with the both of you."

"He'd never go for it," I said, rising. "I'll see you shortly."

On my way through the living room I met Alice. I told her that I intended to take her horseback riding with me. She was pleased.

CHAPTER TWELVE

On a heavily thicketed knoll and in the dead center of the blackjack and postoak trees, Alice and I stopped our horses and dismounted. It was just about the most secluded spot I could think of as the best place to take off my britches. I doubt that Alice had any idea of what my intentions were, but I also doubt that she cared too much. At the edge of the clearing there were heavily mossed areas near the timberlines. and it was thick enough to lend itself to a mattress-like cushion.

"You like to go naked," I said to her. "You can strip now and show me again what you have."

"You won't belt me across the butt after I strip, will you?"

I didn't answer. Her question took me by such surprise, that I racked my brain, trying to recall any previous conversation regarding anybody-belting anyone.

"What made you ask a question like that?" I asked.

"Because. Last night I dreamed that we were out like this, where nobody could hear me scream, and you took your belt from your jeans and beltod me until I went off. And you're wearing the same jeans, and you have the same belt I saw in my dream."

She had undone her belt and slipped off her jeans. She put the jeans on top of her boots, then unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her braless tits.

All the time she was doing this, I tried to think of a reason she'd mentioned the belting.

Then, when there was nothing left on but her panties, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic, then halted.

"Are you sure you won't whip me?"

"I didn't say if I would or not. You were pretty naughty this morning-running through the house naked."

"I promise I won't do it again, if you won't strap me with that belt."

Reverse psychology, I started to figure. She was asking me not to do something that she really wanted me to do. She was surely trying to plant the seed of notion in my mind, and she was succeeding. I had an urge now to pull my belt off and whip her, until, like she said she'd dreamed, she went off.

Was I a sadist, as well as a sex maniac? What was possessing me?

"Please, Jeri, promise you won't strap me!"

"Get your panties off and shut up," I demanded, still trying to reason with myself.

She skinned the panties down her legs, and I began undressing. Automatically, without first realizing it, I pulled the belt from my jean loops, before I unfastened my fly. After I was completely naked, I put the belt safely on top of my pile of clothes. Alice had watched my every move, and by now she was sitting on a thick mossy spot. I moved slowly to her and stood before her, my cunt nearly touching her face. She gazed fascinatedly at the dark spot, then gingerly placed a hand on my leg.

I moved forward another inch, took two handful s of her hair, bent her head back, then pulled her mouth into my midsection. I first felt her breath against the hair, but she didn't do anything.

"All right," I said, "you've wanted it, now take it!"

I had her head held securely by her hair, and her mouth was against the hair and flesh. Suddenly her tongue lashed out and inward, sending fire through me. As she worked with all the speed of her tongue muscles, I forced her harder against my cunt, and I was loving every second of it. I believed I had some kind of power over her, and that I could do with her whatever I wanted to.

When I went off, which took less than two minutes, my knees nearly buckled on me. She had a different system from what I'd previously experienced; her tongue could go into me and come out, and still she somehow caught the clit on the way in and out.

Although the orgasm left me weak, I kept pressing her to me, forcing her to take me again. She did, and still I wanted another, until I fell to the moss on my back, pulling her with me, seeking yet another orgasm.

When I finally let go of her head, I relaxed, exhausted and tired.

"Damn, girl," I breathed deeply, "you can sure get with it!"

"See what you've been missing all this time?" she asked, taking one of my tits in her hand. "I think I could suck you night and day-you're so forceful!"

I smiled to myself and at her, feeling my ego rise many notches above its due. This gal and I had some chemical together, and my mouth was watering and burning at the same time to get at her pussy. Yet I seemed to be either afraid or ashamed.

She began sucking on first one breast and then the other, and very cautiously I reached one of her tits and began kneading it and rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The flesh felt very good, and I had a great urge to suck it, like she was doing to mine. I could feel her midsection moving, and her cunt was resting against my knee.

I gave her a slight nudge to rise, intending to finally put my mouth to her pussy, when she rose to stand, and said:

"I guess you're going to whip me now. I knew you'd end up doing it, even though I asked you not to."

I sprang to my feet, feeling a renewed desire to lay the belt to her ass. I went to the pile of fabric and grabbed the belt.

"Lie down on your stomach!" I commanded her. "Hurry it up!"

She obeyed, and I doubled the belt and began laying it across her soft ass, hitting a little harder with every stroke I landed. Her screams began piercing the still air, and I hoped over and above my passion that somebody from some distant place wouldn't hear her.

Almost immediately I saw the red welts rising upon her flesh, and the sight seemed to increase my own passion, and her many even louder screams increased the weight of the blows I was administering.

It was a sight to see, when Alice began going off. It was only then that I realized why she'd endure such punisliment and pain for the sake of an orgasm. It was a different kind of orgasm; her midsection began pounding the ground, as though she had someone under her, and while it pounded, her hips rotated like the bending of a snake's body.

"Don't stop!" she screamed out. "Keep hitting! Hit, hit, hit, hit harder!"

You'd better believe I hit harder. I hit her as hard as I could, and by the time she'd reached the peak of her final orgasm, I had one that rocked me harder than the ones her mouth had engendered.

What the hell was this? I feebly asked myself. What the hell was happening to me?

Suddenly, I dropped the belt and grabbed my tits, squeezing the nipples as hard as I could. My whole body was trembling and shaking, and I thought I'd never calm down. , It was at least five minutes later that I came to myself to learn that we were in each other's arms, our tits pressed together, flesh to flesh. I hadn't remembered getting in that position, but I well recalled what had happened before that.

I looked at her, and her eyes met mine. A smile played mischievously upon her lips, and her eyes twinkled from the greatest of satisfaction.

"I could learn very easily to like that, Jeri," she said.

"If you ask me, you liked it before. Don't try to fool me, just because I haven't been around much."

"I knew you'd like it. That's why I coaxed you to do it."

"Did Vera ever do that? I mean, whip you like that?"

"No. I wouldn't feel the same if she did it. It was after you got rough with me this morning that I realized you were the one who should do it.

I like to be commanded and treated rough by a lover."

"I think you're a bigger nut than I am," I told her. "Let's get dressed and go back."

"Don't you think that's a darling way to be a nut?"

"It depends on how you look at it. If somebody caught us doing something like that, we'd be committed."

"You might be surprised at how many people do that. Some women can't even get their rocks without a good beating. I hope you don't think I'm too crazy."

"Well, considering I had an orgasm after I strapped you, I wouldn't be surprised at anything now. But I don't really think you're any crazier than anybody else."

After we'd dressed and mounted, Alice said:

"I'll never forget this day, so long as I live."

"I guess I shan't, either. Let's go!"

Alice had changed. Riding back to the house, I noticed that she was different enough for somebody to think she wasn't the same girl. Gone was the arrogant attitude. Gone were the wisecracks she was so accustomed to making. She was docile and passive, and she wore a continuous smile on her lips.

"What got into her?" Vera asked, once we'd entered the house and Alice had gone up to her room.

"Suppose you tell me," I said. "What happened?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary," I said, not intending to tell Vera about the strapping. "Sex?" she asked. "A little," I admitted.

Vera shrugged and stuck some chops in the oven. Just at that moment Charlene came into the kitchen.

"Hi, baby cakes," she said, putting her arms around me. "I missed you. How was the ride?"

"Terrific," I said, thinking about sex with Alice. "You ought to try it sometime."

"I don't like to ride," and she kissed me on the cheek.

"Would you like to have a butt paddling?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she nodded. "That would feel great!"

Oh, oh, I thought. Fishing got me more information, and I wondered if she was joking. A tinge of passion raced up my spine, and I immediately felt sexy. I was aware also that Vera had stopped her motion and was watching and listening to us.

"I saw a pretty dress in a brochure today I'd like to sew, if I had some material," Charlene said.

"I think you have too many clothes now," I told her. "If you get more pretty clothes, you'll never run around here naked."

"You wouldn't allow me to," she said.

"I might fool you."

"I'm going to town for some things Monday," Vera said. "I can pick up some material for you. You show me the one you were looking at, and I'll try to match the material."

"Goody," Charlene said. "I'll show you after dinner."

At that, Charlene hurried off to do some more chores. Vera shrugged and smiled.

"She's really a darling girl, Jeri. I wish we had some more around here like her."

"I think you really have your hands full now," I commented, thinking about her wanting at me and Alice both-and possibly Charlene too.

I'l!

"Always room for a dozen more," and she laughed and pinched my nipple. She sobered quite quickly, and said, "Lenny was in to talk to me while you and Alice were gone."

I remained silent, waiting to hear what was next.

"Are you interested?" she asked.

"Not too much, but I'll listen."

"He felt it was time to take up his likes and dislikes with me. He almost got nasty-like he did with you-but I reminded him of the little episode I told you about-when he was young. I think he sees things our way now."

"I don't know why," I said, "but I've lost interest in Lenny. I guess most of it happened, when he made me take him in my mouth."

"There's something psychologically wrong about that, but I'm not prepared at this time to say what," Vera said. "Maybe he wants to do to some boy what that boy did to him."

"I wonder," I said.

"Well, whatever, he's sorry. And I think if you want him, he's all yours for the taking."

Perhaps I did still want to play once in awhile with Lenny, but I was sure I didn't want a steady-diet of him. Usually, and at that minute also, I thought of his huge prick, when I thought of him, and it always made my cunt moist.

I guess I can safely say that during that particular discussion I was more interested in Charlene and Neil. It seemed that when I wanted a man, I could go to Neil, and other times I had Charlene.

"I haven't heard you say anything, Jeri," she said.

"There's really nothing for me to say. It's true-I did want Lenny very badly. But now I don't feel the same way."

"Think you wanted him because he was already taken?" she asked.

"Could be. But I recall wanting him, before he married Alice. But I wanted him the most, when Alice was telling me about how big he was, and that she couldn't take him without it hurting her."

"It's funny," she said, "but as you said that, I get some idea I want a man."

"Pretend Lenny's not your son...." I was sorry I'd said it.

"That wouldn't be so much of a problem as trying to get him to pretend I'm not his mother," she surprised me by saying.

"Vera, you wouldn't!" I said, laughing, but at the same time thinking I'd like to see it happen.

"I don't know. I would, probably, if it would help get him into the middle of things."

"I wonder...." and I began thinking of things heretofore foreign to me.

I thought of having a party with Lenny present and having him blindfolded. Would he really know which woman he was taking?

I doubted it, if we were careful. And if Vera would take him, then we'd have his narrow-minded brain in a squeeze. But there was still the problem of getting him involved in a party. Drinking would do the job, if he'd drink. But that was another problem.

"How do we get Lenny joined in an orgy?" I asked.

"I haven't dwelled on that," she answered. "I couldn't have a thing to say to him about it. It'd have to be you and Alice, if anybody at all could promote it."

"If we could trick him into putting it in you, then we'd have him in our midst. Besides, I'd like to see that!"

"Would you really, Jeri?" and she turned to face me.

"I sure would."

"Would you like to see just any man screw me?"

"I haven't thought about that. But I don't think I'd be interested, if we're going to just pick somebody out of a hat."

"I wonder what mine and Lenny's relationship would be alter something like that happened?"

"I'll bet it'd be better than it is now."

"It's not too good right now. I think he's perturbed at me for mentioning his homosexual act. But I had to, because he was coming on pretty strong about the women-lover bit."

"Okay, Vera, let's start thinking about this, and I'll get out of these jeans and pretty up for dinner."

Out of the kitchen and up the stairs, and about all I could think about was seeing Lenny ramming that thing into Vera. My twisted little brain was working overtime, and I was possessed by the sex demon.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lenny was more than attentive to me at the dinner table. How much good dolling myself up did I'm not sure. But he couldn't keep his eyes off me. My continually thinking about getting him into Vera kept my panties wet at the crotch, and I was absolutely obsessed with the scheme.

When I'd finished eating, I excused myself and made a remark about going for a walk. No sooner than I let the back door screen close, I heard Lenny's chair legs scrape across the floor. I knew then that he'd be right behind me.

I walked in the direction of the river lake, where Lenny'd got my cherry, and before I'd gone halfway I heard and felt his presence behind me.

"I want to talk to you, Jeri," were his first words.

"What about?"

"About things."

"What sort of things? About the degenerate women around you?"

"Aw, come on, Jeri! Let's talk kindly to each other."

"You be sure you remember that."

"I will, and I've been doing a lot of thinking. I talked with Mom today, and I think I have a better understanding of life."

"Care to tell me about it?" and I kept on walking.

"Well, in the first place, I guess it isn't so bad if women want to play around with each other once in awhile. I guess men do it too, so Mom reminded me today."

"Reminded you?"

"Yes. About when I was little-another boy and I...."

Honest Lenny! I thought. At least when it was pointed out, he wasn't too ashamed to admit it.

"Why don't you ask Mom," he said. "She can tell you better than I can."

"You wouldn't care if she told me?"

"Not if it'll raise a better understanding between us. I feel like an unwanted loner in the house these days, and it seems like it was only yesterday that I felt important."

"Lenny, let me ask you something. Do you refuse to drink because you're afraid of what you'll do and act like afterward?"

He was silent for more than a minute. I knew he was wrestling with the truth and wanted to be sure of his answer. I was patient, though I was anxious to know if I'd hit upon the truth. When he finally spoke, he was hesitant: " ... You'd have to know some things that happened to me, when I was drinking once. But I think you're right, because since then I always tried not to drink. I don't really think I have much sense when I'm drinking. But I'm not violent-just sexy, I guess."

"Why don't you loosen up and have some fun with us girls?"

"You mean drink?"

"Yes. And perhaps other things."

"I don't want to drink, Jeri. I think I'd be asking for trouble."

"Well, okay. If that's the way you feel about it. I'd like to walk alone. Would you mind?"

"Alone? You want to walk alone?"

"Yes. Anything peculiar about that?"

"No, but I want to talk to you. Jeri, we have to do something about our relationship. I need to love you and be with you."

"I don't see how we can make it, Lenny. We're in two different worlds now. You like to split me apart with that thing, then you want to shove it down my throat. Myself, I like to have fun playing around. You know, the orgasm's only secondary to the sex picture. Why don't we just stay away from each other for awhile? And maybe later you'll feel more like having a sociable drink with us-maybe play around with us a little too."

"Jeri, you're blackmailing me," he accused. "You want me to my knees begging."

"Perhaps you're right. I can't rightly say. But you let me know later what you decide."

I was a little disappointed and hurt that he didn't follow me onward to the lake. But that was Lenny. He had his little stubborn streak, and characteristically he was a domineering man. I kept going without him, until I reached the river's edge, whereupon I slipped off my clothes and waded into the water, making sure I didn't get my hair wet.

It was a humid day in the South, and the water felt good.

A thousand things went through my mind during a few minutes of reminiscence, and the realization came to me that I'd never really done very much during my nineteen years. Most of the girls those days had many sex skeletons in their closets, whether they were major or minor. I felt that evening that I should've begun my sex life when I was no older than sixteen.

Once out of the water, I rubbed myself partially dry, then depended upon the warm evening air to do the rest. After I'd dressed and started home, I was much cooler and less thoughtful about seeing Lenny fuck his mother.

"Boy, I think the world's coming to an end!" Alice warned me, when I entered the kitchen.

"What's all this about?" I asked.

"Lenny's hitting the bottle," Vera revealed.

"How about that, Jeri?" Alice asked. "I could never get him to so much as stick his tongue in whiskey."

I was pleased, and I listened to Alice make one remark after another. Vera was more reticent, but there was a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I was sure now that my effort was well spent, and I could see great things coming my way. My sex-possessed brain was conjuring visions that reeked of nothing but sex.

The kitchen and dining room were well policed, and the dishes nearly finished. I left the girls there and went in search of Lenny. He was in the study, his feet propped upon a desk and his lips sucking from a glass of whiskey and ice.

"I decided to take your advice, sis," he said. "Lenny the drunk-that's what they'll call me from here on out."

He wasn't feeling what he'd drunk: but his spirits were high enough that he soon would, if he kept drinking.

"You don't need to call me sis," I reprimanded lightly.

"After all, you are my sis. Now, if you'd care to change that and be my wife, then I guess you'll no longer be my sis."

"Would you really marry me, Lenny?"

He took his feet off the desk and looked seriously into my eyes.

"Yes, Jeri, I would-on the double. I've already started my divorce from Alice, and the hearing's coming up next Wednesday, Would you marry me?"

What he was saying scared me, and at the same time I felt quite sentimental.

Moisture came to my eyes, and I said: "No. I wouldn't marry you. Not 'wouldn't,' Lenny, but I mean I won't-not at this time. But I am pleased to see you loosened up and having a drink."

"You've changed a lot these past few days, Jeri," he said, dead serious. "I feel very foolish about asking you to marry me."

"I'm afraid of you, Lenny. I'm afraid you'll object to all the things I do and all the ways I want to live. Really, though, I want to get married. But I don't want to have a chain around my neck."

"All right, Jeri. I understand. You want to keep that little gal's mouth between your legs, and the next thing you know you'll have yours flat against the hair between her legs."

"I thought you wouldn't talk like that anymore," I chided.

"Can't be helped," he said, rising. "I'm jealous of Charlene, and I think you're crazy in love with her. I don't believe there's a man on earth that can shake you loose from her. You've gone the girl route completely, and any damn fool can see that."

He walked past me and almost bounded out of the room. Alone in my study, I felt lost and lonely. I didn't know if it was because I loved him, or if it was because I'd blown our chances of having a party. The cause didn't really matter, since the feeling was so bad. I finally managed to move my feet and get out of the seemingly closed-in room.

As if I'd been wound up and set in one direction, I walked out of the house and got in my car. While I was turning in the driveway, I hadn't the slightest idea where I was going.

Dusk was setting in, and thousands of crickets were singing along the road. Normally I liked that time of the evening, especially when I drove through the twilight hour. But this evening a deadly loneliness settled over me, and I felt lost.

When I started to pass the narrow road leading to the Johnson cabin, I applied my brakes and stopped, only to reverse the gears and back up so I could make the previously unintended turn. When I accelerated heavily and roared down the road, I glanced in my rear-view mirror and watched the cloud of dust I'd stirred up.

I wondered if I had gone the girl route completely. If I had, then I must change it, I told myself. I didn't want ever to be called a freak and have people everywhere whispering about me.

But why was I so suddenly worried about what people might say about me or what they might call me? I hadn't been before. But I was now, or was I concerned only about what Lenny thought?

The light was coming dimly through the cabin window. Neil's car was there, and I was so glad. He was a handsome man, and any girl should feel lucky to marry him. Marry him? I suddenly questioned my thoughts. Why did I think in terms of marrying Neil?

Almost immediately upon my stopping, Neil appeared in the doorway. It was too dark to see his face, but his frame stood silhouetted against the dim light coming through the doorway.

"Get out and come in," he offered quickly.

I got slowly from the car and walked to him.

"This is a very pleasant surprise," he said, backing into the cabin.

"I guess I'm full of surprises," I said.

He smiled, and I stepped past him and placed my purse on a small library table. He was dressed, and it appeared that he'd intended going out.

"What're you doing tonight?" I asked.

"I'd planned on going to town and maybe shooting some pool-nothing at all important. Now that you're here, I wouldn't think of wanting to leave."

"Don't let me spoil your evening," I said, almost tartly.

"You couldn't. Your presence is like a whole new day coming to light."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Neil. Because right now I need it very badly."

"Something go wrong?"

"I guess you could say so. But just because I go the woman route occasionally doesn't mean I'm some freak and don't like men."

"I didn't say that!" he protested.

"I know you didn't, Neil, but somebody else said it. I want to go to bed with you-right now."

"That suits me fine," he said.

I went hurriedly to the bedroom and began to disrobe. Neil followed me in and also started removing his clothes. When the few I had on were off, I threw back the covers and lay on the bed, waiting for him to join me. I noticed that he'd glanced at me several times, but I also noticed that his prick was still quite limp. I'll have to admit that this disturbed me considerably.

After he'd lain, I rose to a sitting position, then fell partially upon him, my mouth taking his limp prick all the way in. I sucked rather hard, and soon it began to swell in my mouth, until I was compelled to pull back and hold only about half between my lips.

"That's a good baby, Jeri!" he exclaimed. "Suck that cock, baby!"

And I did, much harder for his having urged me. Now and then it went too far down my throat, and I nearly gagged several times. When I thought he might be wanting to come, I withdrew and climbed upon him and put it in my cunt. By sitting hard upon him, I managed to get it all the way in, and I squirmed and twisted, trying to make it hurt me like Lenny's prick had done. There wasn't much time to try, because I suddenly went into a fit and came, bumping my ass against his pelvis like a crazy woman.

I calmed down then, and I fully intended to make it a few more times, when I realized that Neil was soft.

"Did you come?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Can you get hard again?"

"I don't know. Maybe later."

I crawled off, and, though I noticed that I wasn't leaking out any of his come, I didn't realize that he hadn't come at all.

"Was it good?" I asked.

"It certainly was."

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

"You know I don't think that, Jeri," he said. "I don't even think my sister's a freak, and she's never been with a man."

"Would you like to marry somebody like me?" I asked, propping myself up on a pillow.

"I certainly would," he said.

"Have you thought of asking me?"

"I'm thinking right now," he said.

"How long do you have to think?"

"Will you marry me, Jeri?"

"Yes, I will!"

Like in the movies I'd seen, I turned over and put my arms around him, and we began kissing. There wasn't any great excitement about the whole idea, but I did feel a lot better than when I'd arrived at the cabin. I kept telling myself that I should be married, and by marrying Neil I would not have to give up Charlene. Neil understood, and by marrying him I'd be able to keep Charlene with me, because neither of them would be leaving when the harvest was through.

I took Neil's prick in my hand and played with it, but it didn't seem to want to get hard again.

"Why won't it get hard?" I asked.

"Because I'm so happy about marrying you, I guess."

That didn't sound too unreasonable, but I didn't think it should've had the opposite reaction.

"Let's go to the farm and announce our engagement and stir up some action," I said. "Maybe if we all get together-get our clothes off, you'll forget the marriage excitement and your prick'll get so hard it'll burst."

"Whatever you say," he agreed. "Do you think everybody'll accept me?"

"Everybody'll have to," I said.

We got up, got dressed, and soon we were gliding smoothly toward the farmhouse, both of us in my car.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"Ding ding-a-roo!" Lenny yelled out, just as Neil and I entered the house. "Ding ding-a-roo-let's all screw!"

He was really feeling the booze, and he was holding a glass when we approached the living room. Alice and Vera were present, but neither of them was drinking. Vera shrugged, and Alice raised her brows in disgust.

"Hey, there now," Lenny squealed, when he saw Neil and me standing in the room. "The gone has come, and she has something with her."

"That's enough of that, Lenny!" Vera reprimanded sharply. "You just behave yourself if you want to stay in this house."

"Let the monkey ape it up," I said. "He's too moral for anything else."

"I'll show you someday just how goddamn moral I am," he said.

"Just you knock it off," I ordered. "We have company, and you can mind your manners."

"All right, sis," he said calmly. "I'll mind my manners. How are you, Neil old boy?"

"I'm just great," Neil responded. "And how the hell are you?"

"I'm drunker than a jackass, and anybody can see that. How about a drink on the house?"

"I'd like a drink," Neil said. "A little cold whiskey-or some whiskey with ice."

"You just sit down, Lenny," I said. "I'll fix the drinks. How about you girls?"

I'd aimed the question at both Vera and Alice.

"We'll help you," Vera said.

"La-de-da ba-ba!" Lenny yelled. "Drunker than a skunk."

We went to the kitchen and began making the drinks. We could hear Lenny coming off with a new one each time, and finally we all started laughing, breaking the silence between us."

"After all," I reminded them, "I did encourage him to drink."

"He's just not used to drinking," Vera said. "Will that boy in there play, Jeri?"

"Neil? I suppose he will-if he has somebody to play with."

"Not with me," Alice said quickly.

"Well," I said, "I guess he can play with me. He and I are getting married."

"No!" Alice said loudly. "You must be joking."

"I'm not joking."

I could see Vera turning pale. Alice's unhappiness went without saying. I had no idea what would happen, when I told Lenny.

Vera must have been thinking along the same lines, because she said:

"Don't tell Lenny tonight, Jeri."

"I won't," I promised.

Lenny had calmed down considerably, when we returned with the drinks. He sat on the sullen side, however, and he was thinking very deeply. I gave him a drink anyhow, and he smiled at me.

"Thanks, sis."

I excused myself and took my drink upstairs.

Charlene was lying clothed upon the bed, and she was more than glad to see me. I couldn't help kissing her soft lips; but when I did, the "freak" thought came back into my mind.

"Neil and I are getting married," I said, trying to sound happy.

"Oh, good!" she exclaimed. "Now we won't have to leave."

"No, baby, you won't have to leave, I promise. We might have a party tonight. If we do, would you come to join us?"

"You mean all of us have sex together?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to stay out this time, if you don't care."

"Any particular reason?" I asked.

"I don't seem to have the urge."

"Before you decide, I have to tell you that Neil's here."

"I know. I heard something awhile ago, when I started downstairs to get something. I turned on the stairs and came back. Lenny's pretty drunk too."

"He'll settle down pretty soon. If we have a party and all starts to go well, I'll come back to see if you want to come down."

"I enjoy having sex with just you," she said. "I notice that Vera and Alice are always talking about sex, and I guess they like to have it with other people."

"Well, I'm not sure, really. We've often talked about a party, but so far we've never had one, I'll see you after awhile."

I looked closely for any displeasure in her eyes but saw none, within the minute I was back downstairs, where Lenny had calmed down almost to no foolisliness at all, and Vera and Neil were having a conversation regarding Florida. I guess there was a certain amount of disappointment Lenny had to get out of his system, that which the drinks had brought forth and dissipated.

"Sit over here by me, sis," he suggested, patting the sofa cushion beside him.

I obeyed him, and he placed his hand on my leg. Sizable electrical currents raced through my body at his touch, and I felt my midsection wanting to squirm.

"Isn't Charlene coming down?" Alice asked.

"She's not feeling well," I said, knowing she wouldn't believe me.

I really couldn't blame Alice and Vera for wanting to get at Charlene. Any woman who even liked sex with women occasionally would be out of her mind if she didn't want Charlene. There were many things so clean and wholesome about her, and her disposition was out of the ordinary.

Lenny's hand was moving back and forth on my leg, and I saw the bulge growing bigger in his pants. I began to get anxious for everybody to get down more drinks, hoping it would lead toward some exciting action. My desire for Lenny to get it into Vera was growing out of proportion, but I couldn't understand what was so important about it.

Alice got up and gathered the glasses, all but Lenny's, and made her way to the kitchen for refills. The Florida conversation ceased between Vera and Neil, and Vera's crossed legs were allowing at least half of her ass to show. I watched Lenny closely to see if he was taking in the view, but he seemed not to notice, though I could see that Neil was catching an eyeful. It had become so quiet between us that I'd swear you could've heard a pin drop on the rug.

The first scheme I thought of was to very slyly and secretly change the air conditioner down so the house would get considerably warmer. I figured that that would be conducive to nudity. I could see by the way Lenny was playing openly with my leg that he was going to go for something that ordinarily he'd shy away from. I wasn't sure, though, but what Neil's presence might spoil the show.

"Here you are, everybody," Alice announced, passing around the fresh drinks. "The barmaid at your service!"

Lenny glanced up at her, then appraised her figure, and his hand squeezed my leg as though subconsciously he was squeezing her leg. Alice's figure was second to nobody's, and sex just oozed from every contour of her body. I imagined that, since Alice had never responded completely to his lovemaking, Lenny still had the desire to conquer her.

I patted Lenny's hand, then rose. I first went to the bathroom, then passed through the hallway and turned the thermostat to about eighty. I figured that would start everybody sweating, then off-with-the-clothes time would be forthcoming.

Instead of sitting again by Lenny, I sat on the floor against Alice's legs and put my arm across her lap.

"Can I muss your hair?" she asked, running her fingers through my hair.

"You can if it'll make you sexy," I said. "This seems to be such an unsexy bunch, anyhow."

"Why don't you take off the duds, sis, and that'll make everybody sexy," Lenny surprised all of us by saying. "After all, you're the leader here."

"I won't unless the others do," I said.

"Maybe after another drink, I'll take off something," Alice said. "But there's one problem-none of us knows Neil too well."

I noticed instantly that Neil turned pale, and he took a quick swallow from his glass.

"Neil isn't that hard to know," I said.

It was all too evident that neither Vera nor Alice was happy with Neil's presence there, mainly, I believe, because I'd said he and I were getting married. And with what I had in mind about getting Lenny into Vera, I sort of wished he weren't there, either. But he was, and all of us had to make the best of it.

"Neil's easy to know," Lenny said. "Alice is just afraid of men."

"I have reason to be," she chided.

I saw Neil place his hand across his mouth, and he leaned forward in his chair. He was ghostly white, and I rose quickly and went to him.

"Sick at your stomach?" I asked.

"A little."

"Come with me-maybe you'd better heave it up. Come on." gf He followed me to the bathroom, but I left him to try by himself. Ten or so feet away from the door I heard him retch. Something had made him extremely nervous, because he hadn't drunk that much. I returned to Alice and resumed both my seat and drinking.

"What's the matter with him?" Alice asked.

"Too many women around," Lenny answered.

"How do you figure?" I asked.

"Neil's not the type to be around a lot of women."

"Three women aren't a lot," I argued.

"Suit yourself," he said. "May I have another drink?" .

"I'll get it," Alice offered, rising.

While Alice was gone, Neil returned. He didn't look well.

"I hate to flunk out like this," he said. "But could you drive me home, Jeri?"

"Take my car, Neil," I said. "You can come back in the morning, and we'll all have breakfast together."

"All right," he agreed. "I'm terribly sorry-don' t know what's wrong with me."

I saw Lenny grin, and you wouldn't have thought that such a short time ago he'd seemed so drunk, compared to the way he was right then. There was no two ways about it; Lenny knew something about Neil that I didn't.

I went with Neil to the car and kissed him good night. I was ashamed that I was glad he was leaving, and my conscience hurt a little more than I'd expected it would.

When I reentered the house, Lenny was very smug, and he still had that funny grin on his puss. He was going strongly after the new drink Alice had got him, and I hoped he'd go after the next ten just as vigorously.

"I don't think that air conditioner's doing much good tonight," Alice commented.

"It's just your imagination," I told her.

"My imagination doesn't drip from under my arms," she said.

"It does seem warmer tonight," Vera agreed.

"Neil isn't here to make you uncomfortable," I said. "Why don't you take off your clothes?"

I'd directed the question toward both Alice and Vera.

"I can't very well take off my clothes with my son sitting here," Vera said. "He might think I'm some sort of hussy."

"I've seen you naked before, Mom," Lenny commented, without looking at either of us.

"That was when you were much younger," she said.

"I wasn't that young," he said.

Vera didn't know what direction to go. She was unsure if he thought it was all right, but as for herself she didn't care. Her face was flushed, and while she smiled she looked upward toward the ceiling.

"You have to remember, Mom, that you and I were pretty liberal around each other, until you married Jeri's dad. It never used to bother you to walk through the house with nothing on but your panties."

It surprised me that Lenny would say that, but he did; and Vera seemed half out of her mind with embarrassment. That was something that she had never discussed with me. But Lenny's telling it was indicative that he was turning over a new leaf in life, and taking a different attitude toward sex.

"I'm not too sure you should be talking like that, Lenny," Vera protested finally.

"You just talked to me very recently, during which time you told me that I should be what I am."

"All right," she said, determined to get out of the corner, "I'll take off mine, but you'd better do the same!"

She rose without hesitation and slipped her one-piece dress over her head, leaving nothing but a half-slip, bra, and panties. All eyes were on her, as well as Lenny's, when she unfastened the bra, baring her enormous tits.

She bent over slightly and peeled off her slip and panties, simultaneously, and stepped out of them.

Lenny's eyes were glued to her naked body, and I could tell that he was gulping in her beauty.

"Now! Is everybody happy?" she asked, sitting back down.

"I am," Alice said gleefully. "Nobody can say you aren't a sport."

"All right, Lenny," I said. "Time for you to peel off."

"That's right," Vera said.

He swallowed and tore his eyes from Vera, then got up slowly and unbuttoned his shirt. It wasn't until he'd slipped off his pants that I believed he'd do it. His massive prick was pushing almost straight out, forcing the fabric of his shorts to stretch unmercifully.

When he took off the shorts, the waistline hung up on the end of the thing, and he took it in his hand and bent it toward his stomach, while he finished taking off the shorts. Then the great piece of meat and bone stood pointed straight out, and it was then that I saw Vera gulp down some air into her lungs.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Alice and I had disrobed at the same time, and both of us had gone together to mix more drinks. I personally had made Lenny's drink, and I sure as hell had loaded it.

Now, as we sat naked as jaybirds, both Alice and I sprawled on the rug, Lenny's cock was just as stiff as ever, pointed toward the ceiling. It was about all I could do to resist going to him and sitting on the thing, but that strong desire to see him shove it to Vera overruled. It seemed as though everybody wanted to do something, but no one knew how to start. I felt that if I get either Alice or Vera to suck me, or get one of them to suck the other, Lenny might get on the freak kick again and freeze up. So I made my decision, hoping I was working in the right direction.

"Come down on the rug, Lenny," I said.

He stood, then came over and sat beside me, and Alice moved away from me, at least four feet. I took his drink from his hand, placed it as far away as my arm would reach, then pushed him down supine upon the rug. I got in such a position so if one of the girls wanted to suck me she could, without his being able to see very well.

When I took the head of his cock into my mouth, the thing began throbbing, contracting and expanding, and his body began to shake. He was hot enough to explode, and I wished I knew just what had gone on so far that had heated him so. I worked my mouth over the head and down as far as I could go, but it hurt my jaws painfully, the way it stretched my lips apart.

I got some distraction from the ordeal, when I felt one of my legs being lifted. Soon I felt the soft lips against the lips of my vagina, and the tongue began lashing out and into me, heating my loins to a fever pitch. It was hardly any time at all before I started to spasm and whine from an onrushing orgasm that seemed to grasp my entire body. But before I was sure of what was taking place, Lenny began a double tremble, and his prick throbbed even harder, filling my mouth with sperm. I swallowed hurriedly, so as not to spoil anything for him, but I was torn between my loyalty to his orgasm and the terribly ecstatic orgasm I was having.

When I took my mouth from Lenny, I glanced down to see Vera just taking her head from between my legs. Alice was there, her head close to Vera's triangle, and she literally pushed Vera backwards and started working her over.

Lenny's eyes were closed, and both hands were under his head. I very slowly and carefully moved toward his head and straddled his face, lowering my cunt against his mouth. He took it immediately, then slipped his hands back between my legs and put them on my hips. Alter his tongue began racing across my clit, he pulled me harder against him.

"Goddamn, goddamn!" I screamed loudly. "Lenny, take me!"

It was now coming so strongly that I wanted to smother him and make him make me feel even better. I didn't know if he'd ever eaten cunt before, but I thought if he hadn't, he was sure as hell doing a find job for an amateur.

His cock was pointed at my mouth, standing straight up, and just before I came again I fell upon it and took it as deeply as I could get it into my mouth, literally trying to choke myself. I couldn't scream out when I went; all I could do was blubber inaudibly, because the damn stud horse was coming again in my mouth.

Just as I fell off him and lay sixty-nine beside him, Vera started screaming out a whole paper bagful of ecstasy, as well as some four-letter words I hadn't heard for a long time. Lenny raised to his elbows and gazed at the two women, and I saw his muscles tense as he watched Vera writhing out of her head on the floor. I quickly grabbed his cock and began squeezing, trying to get his attention.

"That's the first time I ever saw anything like that!" he exclaimed, obviously fascinated. "Holy cow, I thought Mom was dying!"

Vera jerked quickly to consciousness and exchanged glances with him. I could see that she had tensed and frozen.

"He's fascinated, Vera, not disgusted," I said quickly. "Aren't you, Lenny?"

"I certainly am! Did it really feel that good, Mom?"

"Of course it felt that good, silly boy," Alice answered for Vera. "You think she's some kind of dead log or something?"

"Let me see you do Alice, Mom," he said. "I'd like to see her get something out of sex-at least once."

"After I have another drink," Vera promised. "I'll fix the drinks this time," and she got up and gathered the glasses.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Lenny said:

"Damn, I'm glad to see Mom get a thrill like that! Do all women feel like that when another woman's sucking them?"

"I do," Alice admitted.

"I do too, Lenny," I said. "Doesn't it feel good when a man sucks you?"

"Not like that. I never feel that much emotion."

"I don't think men feel as much emotion as women," Alice said. "You could've done that to me once in awhile, and I'd have to get something out of sex with you."

"I'm sorry, Alice, but I didn't know. I'm just a farm boy; and I didn't even know women did that, until I overheard you and Mom having sex."

"Now you know," she said. "Maybe you can make up for lost time."

"Does that thing ever get soft?" I asked, looking at his stiff cock.

"It does when I'm working," he said. "How could it get soft now-with all this going on?"

"Good!" I said. "Keep it hard. Vera needs it very badly."

"Not my mom, Jeri," he protested immediately.

"She's just as much in need as I am. She can't go out like a common slut looking for a man to help her."

"But, Jeri, you don't understand! She's my mom. A man doesn't just go around screwing his own mom!"

"You'd better help her out," Alice joined in to help. "She has as much right to sex as anybody else."

"You girls are crazy," he said. "What if I got her pregnant?"

"What if you got me pregnant? Besides, she knows how to take care of herself."

"But...."

Just then Vera came with the drinks; and as she stood, handing us the glasses, Lenny's eyes became glued to her cunt. He swallowed very hard, and his cock began pulsating. Right at that moment, and I was damn sure of it, he wanted her more than he wanted Alice and me put together. Not every boy his age had such a young and attractive mother, and not every mother would swing in the presence of her son.

Vera took a seat on the rug near us, and the four of us were huddled very closely together, sipping at our drinks. Lenny was obviously trying to keep his eyes off Vera's tits and pussy, but his luck was lousy.

I was just simply dying to get that big thing into Vera, and the harder I thought of it the wetter my own pussy got. Alice caught my eyes and winked, nodding toward his prick, and it was still throbbing and pulsating like it would burst open any second.

"Hey, Mom," he suddenly burst out, "do Alice. Make her go like you went, when she was sucking you."

"You want to watch? Or are you and Jeri going at it again?"

"What would you prefer?" he asked.

"Whatever's your choice."

"I'll watch."

Vera put down what was left of her drink and began rubbing Alice's pussy. Alice leaned back, set down her glass, then lay with her pretty tits heaving upward. It was an artistic view, as Vera very slowly and artfully began the act by first sucking the nipples, then kissing the flat stomach, and finally pressing her lips against the vagina.

Alice went crazy in a hurry, and Lenny grabbed my cunt and began to pinch. He was so excited he was almost out of his head, and I was compelled to take his hand from me, lest he would bring blood.

Alice began pitching, her midsection going out of control; but Vera stayed with her, until the explosion about tore Alice apart. She finally lay calm, but she was unable to sit; and Vera sat up and picked up her glass.

"How was that?" she asked Lenny.

"Terrific! I just never dreamed ... "

"See what you've been missing, Lenny?" I reminded him. "Look at all the fun you could've been having."

"But where does it all end?" he asked, puzzled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, what happens eventually? You, Alice and Mom just can't go on like this forever. Sooner or later people have to pair off with one person only."

"You mean two persons have to pair off?"

"Yes. Now, for example, what will you do with the little gal from the cotton field? Where does she fit into this picture?"

"She likes to play too," I said.

"You mean that all of you will go on playing like this-so long as you're able to have sex?"

"Why not?"

"No. It can't last," he argued. "You'll have a husband one day, and he won't put up with it. Alice'll get married again, and two's a bet for ten her husband won't go for it."

"No more marriage for me," Alice said.

"When I get married," I said, "my husband'll put up with it, or I won't stay married to him."

"But what if he wants to suck around on some man?" he asked.

"Let him suck! If he likes to do that, then why should I stop him?"

"It won't work," Lenny protested. "You won't like it, and he won't like some woman sucking around on you. You people're out of your heads."

"Why don't we quit jabbering and have some fun?" I asked. "How about giving Vera some of that big piece of meat you have?"

"Listen!" he began to protest.

"Aw, come on, Lenny," Alice said, reaching his hand and beginning to pull.

"Yes, Lenny," I said, "let's get with it. Come on!"

I took his drink out of his hand and began pulling with Alice, until we had him practically on top of Vera, who hurriedly lay on her back.

"You guys cut it out," he said, not resisting too much. "You don't know what you're asking."

"I guess you're too drunk," I suggested.

"I'm not either too drunk," he denied. , We got him rolled on top of her, and when I started to guide his prick m, the damn thing was pulsating even faster than before. From behind him and between his legs, I guided his cock to the vagina, and all of a sudden he shoved in like a wild man. Vera screamed-not with delight, but with pain-and the stallion kept cramming it in, until there was no more room left for my hand between them.

"It hurts, Lenny! Take it out!" Vera screamed loudly.

He didn't hear her. He kept up the onslaught, and I mean that boy was lifting and coming down, slapping flesh against flesh that could be heard all over the room.

Vera's eyes were exuding tears, and her face was distorted in agony. Then, surprising me, she brought her arms around him and began matching him stroke for stroke. Lenny's mouth caught one of the nipples of her huge tits, and while he pounded he sucked, both of them in a frenzy.

"Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Vera screamed.

She was going then, and her ass hardly hit the floor anymore, until both of them relaxed into limpness.

Beautiful! I thought. That was absolutely beautiful.

I was so hot I couldn't hold my bottom still. I grabbed Alice's head and literally pulled it to between my legs, pressing her mouth to where it would do me the most good. That little gal could really eat. And, believe me, I made her eat. I'd never been so steamed up, and I'd thought before that I'd been as hot as any human could get.

I took four orgasms before I stopped abusing Alice. When she sat up, I could see that her lips were swollen from my having bumped her mouth against my pelvis.

Lenny was still lying limply upon Vera, and it looked like both of them were passed out. Both Alice and I began trying to lift him off, until he finally helped by putting forth some effort. But when he was pulled out and sitting up, lo and behold! his cock was still stiff!

Vera got to her feet and staggered away from us to the bathroom. By the time Lenny had repositioned himself, he was again alert, his prick pointed upward between his raised legs.

"Lenny," I said, "a stud horse couldn't do what you can do."

He grinned proudly, but I think he was having guilt pangs about stabbing Vera.

"Do Alice next," I challenged.

"No, sir!" Alice objected bitterly. "He's not putting that thing in me!"

"Come on, Alice," I implored. "Be a sport."

"You be the sport," she said. "I don't like pricks anyhow, and that one's too damn big for me."

"Come on, stud," I told Lenny, lying back. "I'm not afraid of it."

He stared at me for about a minute, then surveyed my tits and spread-eagled legs. Then very slowly and cautiously he moved to between my legs and started kissing me. The longer he waited, the hotter I got, and finally my ass started gyrating and I couldn't keep it on the rug. All I could see was that thing buried in Vera, and I wanted to feel it all the way to my throat.

When it looked like he wasn't going to stop kissing, I reached to between us and caught his cock in my hand. I put the head against my cunt, then I heaved upward and caught it in. It was then that the stallion shoved with all his might, burying the thing all the way to his balls.

God, it was good, but it hurt like hell. I was conscious that I was screaming, both from pain and delight. I wanted all of it, and I didn't want to complain, for fear he might pull it out. The thing felt like an iron rod going in and out of me, and every time it hit bottom it pressed against something that drove me half out of my mind.

"Fuck me, you stallion son of a bitch!" I screamed out. "Come on, goddamn it, fuck me hard!"

"I'll fuck you, you bitch!" he yelled, slamming his pelvis hard against mine.

And fuck me he did, until I thought all my guts were going to come out. One orgasm. The second orgasm. Then the third, and by then I was too weak to respond. That stud bastard would've kept going had I not fallen limp.

It was at least five minutes before I was interested in sitting again. I knew for a certainty that I'd had it and had it good.

Vera handed me a towel which I stuck under my pussy, then I picked up my drink and began to gulp big swallows.

"You don't know how happy it makes me to see Lenny fuck somebody that gets some good out of it," Alice said, shocking the silence between us. "Oh, how I've dreaded that iron pole all the time we've been married."

"You should've let me get you before we married," he said. "Look at all the trouble you'd have saved yourself. And maybe me too. Maybe I'd married somebody who needed and liked it, and then maybe I wouldn't have become a mother fucker."

"You shut that up right now, goddamn it!" I yelled at him. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes, actually I did."

"Then why the hell are you complaining?"

"I'm not complaining. I'm not really very ashamed."

"Well, by God, I'd hope not. It doesn't hurt you to share with Vera. You've got enough for a hundred women. And you just about need a hundred too."

That grin came back to his puss, and when I reached over and pulled his legs apart, that damn cock was just as hard as it'd ever been.

Alice saw what I'd done, and she said:

"You had no idea of what I was talking about when I told you, did you?"

"No, I certainly didn't," I admitted. "With a cunt as small as yours, I don't see how he ever got it in."

"I'm not that damn big," Lenny objected.

"I think we're all glad you aren't any bigger," Vera said.-"But I don't think I'd want you any smaller, either."

"Nor I," I admitted. "We can take care of Alice our own way. She won't go hungry for sex, eh, kitten?" I asked, reaching over and kissing her lips.

Alice was a sweet girl, but I could see that she'd never go for men again. But I didn't care, because every time I looked at her now I wanted her to suck me, and I intended someday to suck her, also.

Anyhow, our little party went on into the night. Lenny made it with Vera three more times, and I got him into me two more times. He sucked me quite often during all this time, and Alice and Vera traded off eating each other and sucking me, also. I got Lenny to suck both Alice and Vera, and Alice actually had an orgasm from it-but then so did Vera....

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Life weaves a peculiar net and paints funny pictures. When you think you know somebody and you're sure of what he'll do or not do, you get a brick right in the back of your noggin. Of course, what I really mean will come out later in the tale.

I'm trying to tell by using all the talent and memory I have. But then, just how hard is it to remember things like I'm telling? Both the good and bad of it aren't difficult to recall, once you aren't ashamed to tell it.

But life like in Chapter 15 continued somewhat the same on the farm, the wild orgies coming about approximately on a weekly basis, with an awful lot happening between the girls during the week nights.

My association with Neil expanded, though he would never partake in the weekly blowouts, because for a solid two months he had a terrible headache every Saturday night. I visited him almost nightly otherwise, but a lot of sex we didn't have. He was usually quite tired during those visitations, so nothing really wild took place.

Lenny was the unhappy one, however, about the marriage. He gave me twenty good reasons why I shouldn't marry Neil, but he never gave a good enough reason. His thoughts were usually centered around the simple fact that we wouldn't get along.

I had often felt badly about Lenny's feelings, though I didn't think at the time that it had been he who had caused me to decide to marry someone else. I felt safe and free with Neil, and I knew that he would never criticize anything I might do.

Neil and I had discussed my sex desires, and we'd both mentioned that it was no longer just a desire; by now it had become a habit. He was in full accord with whatever I did or wanted to do, and I had agreed that he could do what he wanted to do and have sex any way he wanted it. So, all in all, it looked for all intents and purposes that he and I would have a good life together.

Charlene was very happy about the marriage. And because she was happy, it made me all the happier. Perhaps had the issue been forced, I'd have given up everybody and everything for her. Someone like Charlene didn't come along every day, and I was first to realize that. But as possessed as I was with sex, it would've been more than hard for me to have managed with just Charlene to make love to.

This day was Saturday again, and just short of two weeks before Neil and I were to marry.

The girls had already been discussing our forthcoming orgy, and some plans had been made for us to try some new things. Since Lenny was too much for Vera and me to take care of all evening, we were going to spend the first two hours taking turns getting him off by other devious methods, before we started taking him inside us.

As had been my usual habit, I drove to the Johnson cabin to see Neil, whereupon I would invite him over for the orgy. Of course, he would refuse, as usual, and I would spend some time with him, then return home for the fun and games. Neil was always satisfied with my sucking him, and he had on a few occasions returned the favor.

When I reached the cabin I noticed instantly that his car was gone. I didn't know exactly what that meant.

I entered the cabin to see if he'd left me a note. He hadn't. What was more, he hadn't dressed for going anywhere, because all his dress slacks were there.

I hurriedly scribbled a note, then left and drove back to the farm. I was a little disturbed, because he knew it was a habit for me to come by the cabin about the same time Saturday.

Back at the house I asked Vera if she knew if Lenny had Neil working at something. She said that she didn't know, but that it was very possible, since Lenny had spoken about being behind on the work.

Lenny had always found something seemingly important to do every Saturday, but I'd seldom gone anywhere around the farm looking for him. But I decided that I would try to find him, just to make sure that he didn't have Neil working at something.

I walked all the way to the east one-sixty and checked the fence lines to see if he was mending a fence. Then I cut across the sod and made my way to the west one-sixty, which patch of ground joined the river and my favorite swimming hole. The wind was quite chilly, and I wished I'd worn a heavier coat. There was nobody in sight, but a closer glimpse gave sight of part of a car wedged into the edge of a thicket.

That would have to be Neil's car, I realized. All our cars were at the house, so Neil would have to be out there somewhere working. I plodded onward until I reached the car, and when I did, I could feel the warmth from the hood, indicative that it hadn't been parked long.

About thirty feet from the car, edging into some plowed soil, I caught sight of four shoe tracks, headed in the direction of the river. I followed them until they ran into a grassy thicket. From there I went without tracks through that thicket and into another clearing. I stopped short and backed up, reentering the thicket, for there, not twenty feet from me, stood Lenny, his great cock sticking straight out. There before him, down on both knees, was Neil, his lips not three inches from the end of Lenny's prick.

I was spellbound. Before I had a chance to take the full kick in the teeth, Neil's mouth covered the head of the massive shaft, and both of his hands reached around to Lenny's ass and took hold of both cheeks, seemingly to draw the thing deeper into his mouth. It was simply fascinating. I'd never seen anything like it before. A large amount of Lenny's cock was disappearing into Neil's mouth, and I couldn't understand where all the thick flesh was going.

My panties began creaming, and I began drawing my legs tighter together, wanting very desperately to do something that would ease the sexual tension that had arisen in my loins. I guess the realization hadn't yet struck me that it was Neil down on his knees sucking that prick; it was like it was somebody I'd never known. Maybe just two men with whom I had no connection or interest.

Being the stud Lenny was, his knees nearly buckled, and he grabbed Neil's head with both hands and forced the large snake deeper into his mouth and throat, then began pumping like a fast rabbit. I could hear Neil choke and gag, but Lenny didn't let up on him. He kept forcing his head and pumping, and he was throwing his head back like he was going crazy.

I had at least three orgasms while I watched, and even after Lenny was through, Neil kept nibbling and licking at the hard cock, like he hated to let go. Lenny finally reached down and helped Neil to his feet, then ordered him to drop his pants. Neil wasted no time in obeying, and Lenny took a small jar from his pocket and gobbed some of its contents on his prick.

I knew it! As sure as hell, I knew it. Lenny put one hand in front of Neil to hold him, then handled his cock with the other, and began shoving into Neil. Once it was started, he reached the other hand and caught Neil's hips, then pulled him harshly against the prodding shaft.

Neil screamed a painful wail, and I was too busy having an orgasm to fully realize the pain Neil must've been experiencing at that moment. After several loud screams, Neil was crying, but he was pushing back against Lenny so hard that Lenny had to give ground by stepping backward.

I racked up a strong, shocking orgasm, when Lenny went nuts and began beating himself against Neil, while he shot his wad for the second time. I couldn't stand anymore, so I retreated farther back into the thicket, then cut around and made fast tracks to the farmhouse.

I was weak and trembly, when I reached the house and poured myself a drink. None of the girls was present at the time, and I didn't call them or look for them. I was nervous, though I wasn't indecisive about what I must or must not do. Regardless of the fact that I'd agreed that Neil could have sex any way he chose, I didn't feel that he should be married to a woman who liked a man's attention as well as I did.

I could imagine how smug Lenny felt at that precise moment. Talk about the cat that ate the canary! Boy, had I been unprepared for that one! Even Neil blowing Lenny might not've been so bad. But the other ... that was something else. No wonder Neil had trouble getting hard for me. I could fit in the pieces very well now. It was like Alice trying to get hot for a man, when all the time men did nothing for her.

What was worse about the whole episode, I thought, as I plopped on a sofa, was that it had sexed me up more than anything that I'd ever done or seen. And that disturbed me. And I wondered if I'd ever want to see it again.

My thoughts were broken by Vera's coming into the living room. It was a cinch that I didn't want her to know anything about what I'd seen.

"Where were you?" she asked. "I was looking for you awhile ago."

"I was out to see if I could find Lenny," I said. "But I don't want him to know it."

"He won't find out from me. Did you realize that it's less than two weeks before you'll be tying the knot?"

"You surely don't really believe that I intend getting married, do you?" I asked. "Yes, I certainly did believe you."

"Silly woman!"

"Jeri, you're kidding me."

"I'm not kidding you, but you aren't supposed to be spreading it around. I'll assure you right now that if I get married it won't be to Neil."

"You don't have any idea of how happy that makes me!" she exclaimed.

"Well, here's one that's glad you're happy."

"As the time's been drawing nearer, I've been dreading it more and more. We've been having such wonderful times together ... and to have it end ... I just don't know ... "

"I know," I told her. "And I feel the same way. But I don't know how long these good times can last. It seems in a way that it's too good to last."

"You're not getting tired of it, are you?"

"Me? Why, of course not. As a matter-of-fact, we're going to have the biggest blowout tonight that we've ever had. We're going to see if we can't beat Lenny down. And if we can't, we're going to start working on him in the middle of the week, instead of just Saturday night."

"That sounds devine!" she said.

"What sounds devine?" Alice asked, surprising us by her silent approach.

"This does concern you too, Alice," I said. "We're going to work on Lenny and get him worn down, so it won't be so hard on Vera and me. We have to get him off by some other methods, first."

"You have been doing that," she reminded us. "But we have to do it more," I said. "You and Vera'll just have to learn to enjoy more of that thing rammed in you," she gave as a solution. "But I'm glad I don't have to have it shoved in me anymore!"

Alice left us, after having retrieved her nail file.

"You know," Vera hesitantly opened, "I feel awful guilty about doing that with Lenny. Has he ever said anything to you about it?"

"Yes. He said this: 'Mom's one hell of a piece!' "

That left her stumped and wondering. But I knew what Lenny'd meant. He'd meant that he was damn glad he hadn't missed it. He liked our little setup; but he, like Vera and Alice, thought it was about to end, because of my marriage to Neil.

Lenny hadn't tried to talk me out of marriage for some time, and I was now hoping that he'd try again, so I could allow him to convince me that I shouldn't get married. But since he'd jammed his dick in both ends of Neil, would he bother?

I couldn't give Lenny the same tale I'd given Vera-that I hadn't intended marrying Neil in the first place. I needed some other story, because I realized now that it was Lenny that I should marry. Unlike before, I had plenty on him, in the event he threw that "freak" stuff at me again. And I wondered if he'd tell me about Neil, and I also wondered how long that had been going on between them.

I was more than convinced that Lenny's sexual activities with Neil wouldn't bother me, should we get married. But there was another thought I had to reckon with: would Lenny finally like men better than women?

"What do you suppose he meant by that?" Vera broke in on my thoughts.

"He simply meant that you're a terrific lay. And that's one hell of a compliment, coming from Lenny."

"Don't you think that he probably thinks I'm nothing more than a slut?"

"I don't think he feels that way at all. Do you think badly of him for doing it?"

"No, and mainly because we goaded him into it. He'd never have done it solely on his own."

"Well, I know one thing for sure," I said.

"What's that?"

"I'll bet nobody could tear him away from you right now."

"You're saying he has the habit-the habit of screwing me?"

"I think he has more than the habit. Last Saturday night he gave you first and last, as well as a few extras in between."

"You're imagining things," she protested. "If we stopped having parties, Lenny wouldn't come near me. He'd be running after you all the time."

"I doubt it."

"We can stop the parties for awhile and find out," she said.

"I'm game for that," I said.

"We can still have something between us girls, can't we?"

"You'd better know that," I said. "But I'll have to admit that I'll miss Lenny being in on it."

"I think the first night we don't have our orgy," she said, "Lenny'll let you know very quickly how he feels about you."

That was where we left it, and I poured myself another drink and went upstairs.

Seeing Charlene lying propped upon the bed reading, beautiful and naked, made me wonder why I bothered to get excited over anybody else but her. But there I was, and I well knew it, up to my loins in heat for a man.

Thinking about myself jumping from man to woman reminded me that Vera had slowed down considerably on the woman kick, since she'd been enjoying Lenny. I personally thought that he was the only man who'd ever really satisfied her.

"You going to join us tonight, sweetie?" I asked Charlene, just because I liked to hear her refuse.

"I still don't want to, baby cakes," she replied. "Someday you might truly understand me."

"I think I do," and I leaned over and suckled one of her bare nipples. "And one of these times soon I'm going to eat you up!"

"I'll be ready," she said, smiling invitingly. "You keep promising, but do you realize how long I've been with you?"

"Yes, I realize."

"Well, I've begun to wonder if you really do love me."

"I don't think there's a doubt in the world that I love you. But you must remember that we love different people in different ways."

"Yes, how stupid of me not to have thought of that."

When next I looked at her, there was a tear escaping each eye. Rather than to pet her, I turned away, pretending not to notice. As for eating her, I'd been crazy to do it, almost from the very start. But some fear held me back....

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Shortly before dinner Alice notified me that she'd started her period. I passed the word on to Vera, who registered disappointment and looked to me for a solution, since she was in bad shape, sex-wise. I had no solution; and besides, I wanted a chance to talk to Lenny, to see if he'd say anything about Neil, our marriage, or give me any advice about marrying Neil. I'd already realized my mistake as regards Lenny, but I didn't know how to rectify it without getting on my knees and eating crow.

At the dinner table Lenny was no different from what he'd been at breakfast, lunch, or any other dinner time during the past two months. But every time I looked at him I saw the pictures of his cock going into Neil's mouth, then later his ass. It honestly didn't help my feeling toward him, and I strongly suspect that I was a little on the disgusted side. But this I wasn't sure of at the time, nor am I sure today. Be that as it may, I didn't have such a great desire for him to stick the thing in me.

"Did Neil work today?" I asked him.

"He worked about three hours."

"Morning or afternoon?" I asked.

"Afternoon," he answered.

"I didn't see his car here," I said.

"He drove it out to the west one-sixty. He cut in from the Thompson Road and came through the wire gate."

"Oh."

"I guess this is about as good a time as any to tell you, Jeri," he began. "But Mom and I are leaving the farm. I talked to Jim West this morning, and he said he'd be glad to take my place, and Claude Thompson's agreed to do most of the tractor work like he did last year."

"What're you saying, Lenny?" Vera asked, almost dropping her tits into her place.

"There's no use in arguing about it, Mom," he said resolutely. "We're leaving, and that's that. If you want to stay on without me, that's your privilege."

"Is Neil going with you?" I was prompted to ask very sarcastically.

"Neil?" he asked. "Why should Neil go with us?"

"That's a funny thing to ask," he said, when he'd got no reply. "I can't imagine why anybody would think or suspect that Neil would be going with us. But he can't take my place here, because he doesn't know enough about the farm, and besides that I don't think he'd try."

"You're going to explain what this is all about, Lenny," Vera said. "You don't just walk in here like this and say we're leaving, unless there's a damn good reason."

"It's just that we'll be happier elsewhere," was his reply.

"What gives you the idea that I'll be happier somewhere else?"

"We'll discuss that later," he said, filling his mouth with food. "There are some things you can't discuss in front of other people."

"We're all a family here," she argued. "And we can discuss anything we have to discuss."

"Not I," Lenny concluded.

I'll be dirty go to hell! I thought, when silence fell over both the room and table.

That was about the most shocking incident I'd experienced outside of my father's death. All eyes but Lenny's fell upon me. I exchanged glances with the three women, but I suppose the truth showed. I didn't realize it at the time, but I found out later that I didn't care very much if he left or not.

I believe I'd have blasted Lenny but good about the business in the field with Neil, had it not been for Charlene and her presence at the table. I laid his wanting to leave onto the fact that Neil and I had planned to marry, in which case it would've placed him in an awkward position, none of which had occurred to me until he'd brought up leaving.

Alice was the first to leave the table, shortly after which Lenny excused himself, using his most polite manners. I patted Charlene's leg, and she took the hint and cut out.

Once Vera and I were alone, she promised:

"I'll find out what this is all about, and I'm quite sure he has some sort of worm that'll crawl away very soon."

"I don't believe so," I disagreed. "I have good reason to believe that he has good cause, and I think he honestly believes that he'll be happier away from here. He doesn't know, of course, that I don't intend to marry Neil."

"I wish you'd have told him, Jeri."

"That wouldn't be a solution now. I think it's something in addition to that. Please don't try talking him out of it, because, as much as I hate to have you leave, I think it's best for me too if he leaves."

"You don't know what you're saying! You two kids love each other."

"No. I can't explain anything to you now, but I don't feel that Lenny and I love each other. You have to recall that I've done an awful lot of growing up these past few months."

There was little more said about anything, while Vera and I cleared the table and washed the dishes. Lenny had disappeared from the house, and I was curious as to where he'd gone. My predominant thought was that he and Neil were together, though I never learned that to be true.

With ice, whiskey, and some cola, I retreated to my room and locked the door, closing Charlene and myself off from everybody and everything. To say that I wasn't disappointed about Lenny wouldn't be true. But at the same time I felt that perhaps it was better for me. And after all, I did have myself to think about.

Both Charlene and I drank moderately, and we discussed things, most of which pertained to Neil and my decision not to marry him. I learned that, while Charlene loved her brother very much and hadn't really objected to our marriage, she was glad that I had changed my mind. She told me that she thought that Neil shouldn't get married again, and in doing so she made slight references to his bias toward men. But, of course, I didn't mention what I'd seen take place between him and Lenny.

It was past eleven o'clock, when I went downstairs for some more ice. Alice was in her own room, and I thought I'd check to see where Vera was. Just as I started toward her bedroom, Lenny came from the kitchen and opened the door to her room. There was only one lamp burning in the living room, and I doubt that he could've seen me, as I was still in the shadow at the time he'd turned toward her door.

Though I wasn't prone toward eavesdropping, I walked to the door and lent an ear to the panel.

"Was there anyone up?" I heard Vera ask.

"No," he replied. "But I simply don't give a damn, anyhow."

"I hope what we're doing's right," she said. "They're all going to know about us."

"Let them know. It's better for us to be together like this than both of us turning into homosexuals."

There was complete silence for longer than a minute. Shortly Vera began whining ecstatically, and it was more than obvious that Lenny was balling her.

There, Mr. Smith, I thought, is your story. Incest was right, but homosexuality wasn't. You could engage in homosexual acts, then quit, and all was erased as if it hadn't happened. And therefore you were not a homosexual, and perhaps you'd never been, at least in your own mind. Had I still a father, I could sleep with him, and that would be right; but if I continued to have affairs with Charlene, that would be wrong.

By the time I'd returned to my room I'd begun to laugh, inside. It had taken Vera all those years to find a man who could turn her from women, and it had to be her son. And Lenny, on the other hand, needed a sexual life with his mother to ascertain that he wouldn't turn homosexual.

Well, they had a situation, and I'd always heard, and I still do, that if you have a situation you should face it head on. But. which situation should Lenny have faced? Should he have met homosexuality head on, or was a continuing case of incest the part he should've met head on?

I never found that out. The following morning Lenny and Vera left without the three of us having any kind of serious discussion. I insisted that they take a goodly amount of money, which they both finally agreed to do. I also asked that they take one of the cars, and I signed the Bill of Sale. Till this day I've never heard from them or about them.

Though many years have passed, Charlene, Alice and I are still together. We've had many pleasant situations together with other girls and with a few men, but neither one of the three of us has got married.

Most of my associations with men came about in different cities, where nobody knew me. I found from the very beginning, after Lenny and Vera had gone, that I could go approximately two weeks without a man, then it was necessary for me to take a trip. I love to go down on a man, and I get hunger pangs to feel a large cock inside me. And I know that if I were faced with a choice, I'd get a man and give up women, even though both Alice and Charlene are an integral part of me....

Neil comes about once each year to visit us, and he has never married again.

There are many community rumors about the farm running throughout the rural grapevine, and many men try to penetrate our fortress, to see if they can come upon something more fascinating than their now-dull lives. But we never need anybody around us, and none of them is essential to our wealth or welfare....

THE END
Of Sex And Flesh ....(83k)    by Gloria West





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