To certain subcultures of the United States, the theme of this novel would not appear unusual. For example, the authoritative study Sex Offenders (Institute for Sex Research, Indiana University, 1967) refers to "the Ozark attitude toward kinship," in which any post-pubertal female is regarded as a sexual object who may be legitimately shared by all the male members of a family. The authors add, "this is the oldest, least educated, most rural, and most religiously devout group in our study . ... The over-all impression is of a group of impoverished uneducated farmers or ranchers of less than average intelligence. ... Such an offender was a member of a Tobacco Road type milieu wherein incest was regarded as unfortunate but not unexpected."
To most Americans, however, it would appear unusual and, indeed, perverse for a father and his three minor sons to openly share the same woman as a sexual object, as is the case in She Tucked Them in Bed. Simon Grover and his sons do not fit the underprivileged, undereducated mold at all. Grover, a prosperous rancher, is an astute and well-educated man, and his three sons attend modern schools. Thus it is largely the effects of isolation and deprivation which drive the Grover family to their bizarre act. But the desperation of father and sons cannot be fully understood without investigating also the personality of the woman who unwittingly becomes their sexual partner.
Grace Martin, the Grovers' housekeeper, is 42 years old and has never married. She is an extremely repressed personality, distrusts men, and shrinks from physical contact. It will come as no .surprise to the reader, then, to learn that Grace's first reaction to Simon Grover's sexual advances is one of horror. Less predictable is the gradual weakening of her resistance, and, eventually, her passionate if disturbed response to the overtures of both father and sons, not to mention her descent even to bestiality.
The explanation for this seemingly incongruous behavior lies in the fact that in spite of her cold and rigid image, Grace Martin is a deeply sensual person and desperately in need of a sexual outlet. Her misfortune is that she chooses an abnormal outlet for her pent-up needs, and the consequences nearly destroy her. Only through the help and understanding of a mature adult is Grace finally rescued from her nightmarish involvement with the Grover family. She Tucked Them in Bed demonstrates once again that severe sexual repression can only lead to psychological disaster.
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CHAPTER ONE
When the taxi stopped in front of the sprawling old mansion, Grace Martin was certain that the driver had brought her to the wrong place.
"Are you sure this is the Grover house?" she asked, her prim face tight with annoyance.
"Ma'am," the driver drawled patiently, "I've lived in these parts for thirty years. I know the Grovers. That's their place."
"I thought it was a ranch," said Grace.
"It is," said the driver, "but that don't mean it has to look like no ranch in a movie. You owe me three dollars, ma'am."
She paid him and he drove off, leaving her to stand on the muddy country road with her orte suitcase. Anyone happening by would have taken a second look at Grace Martin, wondering if she was fish or fowl. She was a tall woman, with a big-breasted, wide-hipped body almost indecent in its generous curves, the kind of body one associates with voluptuous Italian actresses. Yet her face was the grim and sour mask of the confirmed spinster, and her dark hair was pulled back tightly in a forbidding bun. Many men had wondered whether the real Grace Martin existed above or below the neck, but she had never given any of them the chance to find out.
Sometimes Grace herself wondered about the answer to that question. Which was she? The modest and proper old maid, or the dark and lusty creature who sometimes emerged helplessly in her dreams? But usually she dismissed the latter possibility. The boiling sexual urges of her dream life could not be the real Grace; they were intrusions of the Devil, impulses she must resist at all costs.
Grace Martin was forty-two years old, and her past history was easily recited: born to strictly religious parents, raised to believe that a decent woman has no sexual feelings, teacher of the elementary grades for twenty years, never married. She might have continued in this pattern for the rest of her life, had she not grown sick of the noise, filth, and dangers of the city where she taught. Grace decided to seek peace and security in the country. She ran across an ad for a housekeeper on a ranch in eastern Montana. She answered it by mail and was accepted. It sounded like just what she wanted. The pay was good, and there would be no other woman to interfere in her routines, her new employer, Simon Grover, described himself as a widower with three young sons.
Now, standing in front of the Grover house, Grace wasn't so sure she had made the right choice. The ranch was isolated, all right, thirty miles from the nearest town, and this very isolation frightened her. The old, gray, weather-beaten house looked hostile. Grace had burned her bridges behind her, spending all her savings to make the trip from New York to Montana. She would have to take the job whether she liked it or not.
Grace did not approve of weakness or cowardice, and so, after this brief moment of hesitation, she pulled herself together, picked up her suitcase, and marched right to the front door of the old farmhouse. She knocked loudly. There were heavy footsteps, and then the door opened, and a very tall, powerfully built man scowled down at her.
"If you're the Avon lady, we don't want any," he said gruffly.
"I am not the Avon lady," Grace replied coldly. "I'm your new housekeeper, Grace Martin. You are Mr. Simon Grover, aren't you?"
Instantly his expression changed to something approximating cordiality. Grace sensed that he had had little practice in being friendly or polite. "Oh, sorry," he grumbled. "Yes, I'm Grover. Come on in, Miss Martin."
The interior of the house was gloomy and dusty. Grace saw that she would have her work cut out for her. Three boys, all blond and blue-eyed, but of various heights, lounged in the front room, staring at her curiously.
"These are my sons," Grover said. "This one's Jon, he's sixteen. And Bill is fourteen, and this one's Tod, he's twelve." The three boys muttered a greeting. Their pointed stares made Grace feel uncomfortable, and she was glad when Simon Grover took her upstairs to show her her room. "We were just about to fix our dinner, Miss Martin," he said, "but now that you're here, maybe we can have some decent cooking for a change. Unless you're too tired to start in tonight?"
"No, Mr. Grover, I'm not tired," said Grace. "Let me freshen up, and then I'll be down to start dinner."
As Simon Grover left her room, his eyes quickly swept up and down her body in a way that Grace didn't like at all. "Sure am glad you're here, Miss Martin," he said softly.
Grace flushed red all over. When he had closed the door, she hurried over to lock it, but there was no lock. Well, she would certainly see to that! Simon Grover and his sons had a most unnerving way of looking at her. Not that she expected trouble, of course, but better to be safe than sorry.
The room had a private bath, and Grace went at once to take a shower. Afterwards she stood naked before the full-length bedroom mirror, sternly examining her lush body with its full sloping breasts. Evil, she thought, all of this is evil! Her deceptive body had brought her nothing but trouble. Why couldn't she have been skinny and flat-chested, so men wouldn't look at her that way?
"Man, did you see the jugs on that broad?" Jon Grover, eldest of the three boys, lounged on his bed, smoking a forbidden cigarette, while his younger brothers watched him in hero-worship. "Jeez, that was all I could look at during dinner!" Jon went on, sighing. "She sure is stacked!"
"She's not very nice, though," said Tod, the youngest. "I mean, she's sorta grouchy."
"That's not the point, Tod," Bill said. "We don't care about her personality."
"Right," said Jon. "Who cares what she's like, when she's built like that? Listen, I think we oughta do some spying tonight."
The two younger boys clapped their hands and made excited noises of agreement. Ever since their mother had died and they had started having housekeepers, some five years ago, the boys had made it a practice to spy on these women from a special spying place Jon had created. So far they hadn't seen much, since all of the housekeepers prior to Grace had been dried-up old ladies in their seventies. Spying on Miss Martin promised to be very exciting, indeed!
"Oh, wow!" Bill said. "What if we get to see her taking her clothes off?" He wriggled in his excitement.
"We might just do that," replied Jon, "if we go in about half an hour. She should be done with the dishes by then, ready to go to bed."
Bill's bedroom was next to the guest room, and the spying place was in Bill's closet. Jon had drilled three small holes in the wall of the closet, big enough to see through, but not conspicuous on the guest's side of the wall. The boys settled into place in the stuffy closet, put their eyes to the holes, and were rewarded with the sight of Grace Martin sitting in a rocking chair reading her Bible.
"Shit," muttered Bill, "we came too early."
"Be patient," whispered Jon. "We might see something yet."
"I have to pee," said Tod.
Both his brothers sighed in exasperation. "You always do," said Jon. "Why don't you think about it before we get here? Well, go on, but be quiet, and don't let Dad see you coming back here. We're all supposed to be asleep, you know."
The two older boys resumed their spying. "Hey," whispered Bill, "what's she doing?"
Before their eyes, Grace was growing flushed and restless in the rocking chair, and then her hand darted to her crotch, slowly kneading it through her dress.
"Christ, I don't know," said Jon. "Maybe she has to pee, too."
In fact, Grace Martin was becoming violently horny. She was terribly ashamed of it, but she couldn't help it. It always happened to her when she read certain parts of the Bible, about the ancient kings of Israel and their many wives, concubines, and lovers. The book was supposed to be holy, she knew that, and yet so much vice and fornication was described! And reading about it always had this unfortunate effect on her.
Helplessly Grace began to knead her pussy through her dress. It felt so good, she just had to do it. She knew how it might end, but shameful as it was, she found herself wanting it desperately. If she rubbed herself long enough, in just the right way, that wonderful explosion of pleasure would come to her, that thing which medical journals called an "orgasm" but which to her was simply a marvelous release of tension....
There was a knock at the door, and Grace started violently and snatched her hand from her crotch. My God, how awful! She might have been caught!
"Come in," she squeaked.
It was Simon Grover. The big surly looking man stepped awkwardly into her room and looked around, as if hesitating to meet her eyes. "I just came to see if you've got everything you need, Miss Martin," he said in his bass rumble.
"Everything is satisfactory," said Grace, "except for one thing. I'd like to have a lock put on my door."
"A lock?" He gawked at her, then began to chuckle. "You afraid somebody might sneak in and rape you?"
Grace blushed deep red and got stiffly to her feet. "I don't consider that amusing, Mr. Grover!" she snapped.
"Don't know why not," he replied. "Sex can be pretty amusing, if you want it to be."
"Well, really!" gasped Grace. "That's quite enough of that kind of talk, Mr. Grover! You may leave now, and I want that lock put on in the morning!"
The big man laughed but made no move to leave the room. "What's the matter, Miss Martin?" he asked. "Don't you like sex?"
Her mouth hung open. All her life she had been getting lewd and suggestive looks from men, but none had ever dared address her in this manner till now. She simply didn't know how to deal with this incredibly rude and nasty man. Her usual tactic, a sour, freezing glare, seemed to have no effect on him.
He walked up to her and stood only inches away. She could smell his strong male scents, and her heart began to knock in her chest, her pussy growing hot and moist. Why was she reacting like this, when she despised the man? He looked her over slowly, lazily, his eyes finally settling on the swollen curve of her big breasts.
"You ever been fucked before, Miss Martin?" he asked softly.
Grace thought she would faint. Never had she been spoken to so lewdly. Finding no words, she attempted to slap his face, but he caught her arm before the blow landed and jerked her closer to him, so that she felt her sensitive nipples rubbing the hardness of his broad chest. "Nope," he whispered, "looks like you haven't. What a pity. That gorgeous body going to waste! But I can take care of that right now."
Looking her right in the eye to gauge her reaction, he placed his big callused hands on her quivering breasts and slowly squeezed them. Grace's eyelids fluttered, and again she felt faint. She had never been treated in such an unspeakably lewd manner, and yet at the same time she recognized her own powerful sexual excitement. The very touch of his hands on her sensitive breasts was enough to make her cunt cream heavily and hotly. I must resist, she thought dizzily. I mustn't give way to these evil impulses!
He started to reach for the top button of her dress and Grace struck out at him, catching him off guard this time, striking him hard on the mouth. He jumped, muttered a curse, and wiped savagely at the streaming blood. Then suddenly he caught her by the shoulders and pushed her backward onto the bed. She lost her balance and went crashing down on her back, and he fell on top of her. Against the tender flesh of her mons she felt the cruel hardness of his crotch. His face was only inches from hers, and he breathed harshly on her.
"I wanta tell you something, Miss Martin," he said ominously, beginning to squeeze and explore her breasts again. "I've been awful lonely here since my wife died. That was five years ago, and since then I haven't had a woman, except for a few whores when I went to the city for supplies. That's pretty few and far between for a normal, healthy man. I got to thinking how fine it would be to have a woman around the house, so I started hiring housekeepers. But the ones before you were all too old. Old ladies, they were the only ones who'd take the job. So when I saw you walk through that door today, I figured it was the answer to my prayers." He was breathing very harshly now, and his hands felt hot and sweaty through her dress. "I gotta have you, Miss Martin," he rasped, "and there's no way in the world you're gonna stop me."
Grace giggled hysterically and pushed feebly against his massive chest. "Please, Mr. Grover," she cried, "this is out of the question! The answer to your problems is to get married!"
"I might do that," he replied, "but I'd have to test the woman first. I didn't do that with my wife, and she turned out to be frigid. Lay there like a goddamned corpse whenever I balled her. I don't want that again. And anyhow, my problem's a little more urgent than that."
Still lying heavily on her, he reached down and began to pull her dress up. Grace screamed and flailed and pummeled him. "Oh, please," she cried, "I'm a decent woman! Don't do this!"
He paid no attention. His big sweaty hands were under her dress now, clawing at her panties. Finding it impossible to move beneath his vastly superior weight, Grace realized for the first time that she might be in real danger. At first, when her words and cold glances had failed to stop him, she had still believed she could fight him off, but now she wondered. The man was a brute, impervious to her blows, and he was enormously strong. Now, even as she clawed his face, he registered no pain but doggedly kept inching down her panties.
"Mr. Grover!" she screamed. 'This is rape, don't you understand that?"
He grinned evilly at her. "No shit, lady?"
He had her panties almost down to her knees now, and he left them there. She felt his rough fingers exploring the soft fur of her mons, and she gasped and fell back, closing her eyes, overcome with horror. No man had ever touched her there before. Before tonight, none had ever touched her breasts or tried to force himself on her. But now it looked as if she would lose everything in one cruel, forcible encounter. If she didn't stop him, her preciously guarded virginity would be gone, this huge merciless penis forcing its way into her untried vagina....
"Oh, God, no!" she whimpered. "Please don't! I'm a virgin!"
He chuckled harshly. "Glad to hear it. I like copping cherries. You just take it easy, Miss Martin, and I'll make it real nice for you. Yes, sir, I gotta feeling you're gonna like it real well...."
CHAPTER TWO
Tod came hurrying back from the bathroom and squeezed into the musty closet with his brothers. "Dad didn't see me!" he panted. "Everything's okay!"
Jon snickered. "You bet Dad didn't see you! He's been kinda preoccupied."
"Huh?"
"Look through your spyhole, Tod!" whispered Bill in high excitement. "Man, oh, man, what a show!"
Thinking to get his first glimpse of a naked woman, Tod eagerly pressed his eye to the hole. At first he was disappointed. All he saw was his father and Miss Martin lying on the bed, fully clothed. Then he began to realize that something extraordinary was happening, something which promised real excitement. His father was lying on top of the housekeeper and had his hands up her dress. Her panties were pulled down to her knees. Certainly they weren't just discussing her housekeeping duties, but what exactly were they doing?
"Jon-?" He decided to consult authority.
"Sssssh!" hissed his oldest brother. "We gotta stay real quiet now. I'll die if we louse this up! If we're real lucky, we'll get to see them fuck."
Fuck? Tod knew the word vaguely. His father and Jon used it a lot to swear, and he knew vaguely that it was also connected with sex. Anyhow, it sounded wickedly exciting, whatever it meant. He stayed very quiet and still, pressing his eye to the peephole. He prayed that Miss Martin would take her clothes off so he could see what a woman really looked like. For all their spying, the three brothers had never managed to see a woman naked. All the other housekeepers had been elderly, modest women who turned out the lights before undressing.
"Oh, Jesus!" Jon exclaimed involuntarily. His brothers, too, were rigid with excitement. They watched intently, scarcely breathing, as their father suddenly pulled Miss Martin's panties all the way off and then buried his face between her tegs, right into that funny dark patch of fur. ... i "OH!" shrieked Grace, completely taken by surprise as Grover stripped off her panties in one lightning movement and then jammed his sweaty face between her thighs. What perverse practice was this? Stunned, she did not resist as he parted her legs and breathed hotly on her most private parts. Then she felt the most delicious sensation of her life. Something warm, wet and slick was travelling slowly over her highly sensitive clit, labia, and anus, lapping and circling and stimulating the plump quivering tissue. It squirmed into the tiny wet mouth of her vagina, wriggling mischievously. Then she realized what it was. His tongue, dear God, he was using his tongue on her! It was a beastly, filthy thing to do, she ought to protest, and yet the pleasure was so devastating that she could only whimper and spread her legs ever wider for him, allowing him to probe deeper into her cunt. He reamed her there until she thought she would die of joy, and then she felt his drooling hot tongue trace a burning line from the mouth of her vagina to the tight pucker of her anus. Using his stiff tonguetip, he began to burrow into her nether hole.
"Oh, Mr. Grover, please!" she whined. "Not there! It's indecent!"
But he kept on, circling her bumpy anal mouth with the tip of his tongue, and Grace realized, to her horror, that she was enjoying it immensely. Then he worked his tongue into the clenched brown hole, suddenly plunging quite deep, giving her a blast of pleasure that took her breath away.
"Oooooo!" she squealed. She felt her cunt contract violently and then squirt out a gush of hot juice. He must have felt it on his face! She was terribly ashamed. What did she think she was doing, lying here and letting this man lick her most intimate parts? Obviously it was a trap laid by Satan, and she had almost been caught! But now she was alert to the danger and determined to fight back. Grover had slipped off her, and she was able to roll away from him, then to leap off the bed and race for the door.
"What the hell?" he shouted. "Come back here!"
Grace fumbled with the doorknob, cursing her slowness. Before she could open the door, Grover had his cruelly strong arms around her and was dragging her back to the bed. "Please, no!" she wept. "Don't do this! Let me go!"
"Not a chance, lady!" he growled. "I wanta see that swell pair of tits you've got! And then...." He trailed off, dumping her onto the bed. She fought and clawed his arms, but Grover simply grasped the neck of her dress and tore it violently, all the way to her crotch. He snatched the dress, flung it away, and then ripped off her bra. Her huge white tits wobbled free, the big brown nipples darting like startled eyes on the quivering flesh. Grace sobbed and put her hands over her eyes, as if to hide from his leering glance.
"Oh, Christ Almighty," he breathed, "you are all woman, Miss Martin! I never saw a body as beautiful as yours in my whole life!"
Grace reddened at his words. For the millionth time in her forty-two years, she wished that she was thin and flat and ugly. That body had been the bane of her existence. All she wanted was to obey the Bible, which said that chastity was as close to perfection as a human being could be; and that meant keeping men away. But they would never stay away from her, not when she looked like this....
Grace opened her eyes and saw that Simon Grover was undressing, his eyes riveted to her naked body. She knew she should grab the chance to run for the door again, but somehow she couldn't stop looking at him. She had never seen a naked man before. In spite of her horror of sex, maybe even because of it, she had a burning curiosity to know just what a penis looked like, and her fevered imagination had conjured up many possible forms. Now she would know the truth. To her the penis was the real instrument of the Devil, the organ which made sex possible. She wondered if the thing would look evil, or if it had a deceptively innocent appearance.
When he had removed everything but his shorts, her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure he could hear it. Already she knew that his mysterious organ was large, it hugely tented his shorts, stretching from his crotch almost up to his waist. Then he climbed out of his shorts, and Grace's eyes nearly popped from her head.
"Ohhhhh, God, NO!" she moaned.
The thing was enormous, monstrous, and ugly. From a thick wiry forest of curls it sprang red and menacing, hugely stiff and bloated, a good eight inches long. The foreskin was drawn back from the force of his erection, and the glans was a hideous dark purple, weeping a glob of thick white cream. Below, his huge testicles swayed heavily in their net of coarse hair. Grace gaped at the jutting thick rod of his cock and tried to imagine taking it inside her. It was clearly impossible, it would split her wide open.
Grover followed her horrified gaze and chuckled. "Quite a hunk of meat, isn't it? But don't you worry, little lady, I'll slip it in just as gentle as you please...."
He began walking toward her, and Grace screamed.
"Holy shit, will you look at his dong!" Jon whispered hoarsely. "I didn't know they could get that big!"
"Mine'll never get that big," said Bill miserably.
"How come it's standing up like that?" squeaked Tod.
Jon snickered. "Jeez, you don't know anything, do you? He's got a hard-on, dummy!"
"Oh," said Tod, pretending to understand. "What's he going to do?"
"Fuck her," said Jon, "if she'll let him."
"Doesn't look like Miss Martin is too happy about it," Bill said.
"What does 'fuck' mean," Tod asked.
"Oh, for chrissake," muttered Jon. "Will you just shut up and watch? We'd better keep quiet, or-Oh-oh, look at this!"
Their father was starting toward Miss Martin, but she screamed, leaped from the bed, and tried to make it to the door. Grover grabbed her from behind and began dragging her back to the bed again, giving the boys a much better view of her body.
"Oh, shit, look at those tits!" Jon said. "They're bigger'n watermelons! Wouldn't I like to get my hands on those jugs!"
"Yeah!" tittered Bill.
"How come?" said Tod. "What would you do, Jon?"
"Oh, Jesus," chorused Jon and Bill.
"How come she's got all that hair between her legs?" Tod persisted.
"You'll have some, too, when you get older," Jon told him.
"Yes, but she doesn't have any peter!" Tod said worriedly.
"Of course not, dummy," hissed Bill, "she's a girl!"
"Shut up, both of you!" Jon said. "Watch!
We're gonna see some real action now!"
Grace sobbed desperately as Simon Grover dragged her back to the bed a second time. There seemed to be no escaping him, he was simply too quick and powerful. He flung her into the bed so hard that the breath was knocked out of her, and she could only lie there gasping as he crawled onto the bed beside her, making it sag and creak with his weight. He leaned close to her and let his heavy, bloated dick graze her quivering tits. "What's the matter?" he leered as she shivered and flinched. "Never seen a cock before?" Grace closed her eyes in horror, and Grover exclaimed. "You sure are a strange one! You must be forty, and never fucked, never seen a cock! Fantastic! But all that's coming to an end, lady, right now. It's high time you found out what it's all about...."
He lunged for her, and Grace screamed and rolled over on her belly, hoping to make herself inaccessible to him that way. She wound her legs around each other, holding them tightly shut, and vowed to stay that way no matter how he tried to force her. Even if she couldn't escape his presence, she could at least keep that hideous, huge penis out of her virgin vagina.
Grover didn't seem discouraged. Breathing loudly and harshly, he eased himself down onto her back, straddling her buttocks, locking his great hairy legs around hers to immobilize her. He reached beneath her and cupped her swollen breasts. "You sure got nice tits, lady," he growled. "I'd like to play with 'em sometime, but right now I'm in a hurry." She felt the iron-hard head of his enormous prick pushing insistently between her clenched thighs. He grunted with the effort, but slowly, insidiously, his prick slipped past the protesting muscles, and she felt the hot oozing tip at the mouth of her vagina.
"Oh, God, NO!" she sobbed. "For the last time, Mr. Grover, I forbid it!"
He laughed harshly. "Oh, you forbid it, do you? Well, lady, here's what I think of that!"
He gave a powerful shove of his pelvis, and Grace screamed piercingly as she felt herself penetrated. In one steady fluid thrust, he managed to bury his huge cock in her all the way, till the bubbling tip butted her womb and his coarse-haired balls snuggled against her ass. Her virginity was destroyed, she was full of cock, and the pain, terrible as it was, was nothing compared to the shock and shame she felt. Then he began to move in her, sawing and thrusting in long powerful strokes.
"Ahhhh, Jesus, yes!" he whined. "Good and tight. Oh, lady, you're great to fuck!"
Grace was beyond tears now. Numbly she lay beneath the sweating, panting man, no longer resisting. It was too late, her purity was gone. Even the pain was gone. Something much worse had taken its place. For, to her great horror, Grace realized that she actually liked what he was doing to her.
Liked it? She loved it! It was too obvious to deny. Her cunt was creaming a hot river all around his deliciously probing meat, and it was all she could do to keep from moaning her delight. Now at last she understood why women let men do this wicked thing to them. It felt good. Oh, God help it, it felt so good....
The three boys watched through their spyholes in breathless silence. Watching their father's enormously long white prick move inexorably in and out of Miss Martin's wet cunt, each boy experienced different thoughts and emotions. Each was a virgin, but age made a difference.
Tod, the twelve-year-old, hadn't the vaguest notion of what was happening, except that he'd seen dogs and cows and horses do something like this, and the animals had seemed very excited. He didn't know why, but he was excited, too, and he felt a strange tingling in his little balls.
Bill, fourteen, knew what was happening, and he felt a similar swelling and tingling sensation in his testicles. What he mostly felt was awe, wonder at the size of his father's cock and the breathtaking expanse of Grace's mature body. If this was fucking, it was out of his league!
At sixteen, Jon not only knew what was happening, he also wanted urgently to be a part of it. His immature prick was rock-hard and aching in his pants, and he desperately envied his father's access to Grace's cunt. He vowed that he would acquire the same privilege, that somehow, soon, he would have his first fuck, with the new housekeeper. Hell, if she would do it with his Dad, why shouldn't she do it with him? He was a man, too! Or at least he would be, once he'd had his first woman....
Grace managed to stifle her moans as she came. It had happened very fast, thanks to the unrelenting friction provided by Simon Grover's enormous hard cock. For a moment she fainted, and then she woke again to fierce, jerky jabs of his prick as he groaned and jetted his cum into her.
"Oh, man!" he gasped, rolling off her, his limp cock still dribbling. "That was one sweet fuck!" He gave her a resounding, enthusiastic slap on the ass, and Grace flinched and whimpered. "You know something, little lady?" he leered. "I'm gonna do it to you again tomorrow, and next time I'm gonna make you love it!"
Grace hid her burning face. God forgive her, she already loved it! But she mustn't let Grover know that. She must never let him touch her again, now that she knew how easy it was to commit this worst of all sins. She must get out of this house....
CHAPTER THREE
The next day, her first full day on her new job, was nightmarish for Grace. Simon Grover kept casting her knowing glances that made her want to sink right into the floor; and he made it clear that he intended to carry out his threat to return to her room that night. She hadn't yet thought of a way to keep him out, since he had refused to put a lock on her door. Perhaps even more disturbing, however, were the looks she was getting from Grover's three sons. It was almost as if they knew.
She was relieved that father and sons spent most of the day outdoors taking care of the ranch. She was glad it was summer vacation for the boys, so she wasn't left alone with Simon. Yes, things could have been worse. Nevertheless, Grace resolved to quit the job and flee as soon as she received her first paycheck. She would have fled at once, if she'd had any money. As it was, she could only pray that she'd find some way to keep Simon off.
After washing the luncheon dishes, Grace went to the barn to look for eggs. Simon had advised her that while most of the eggs were sold, some renegade chickens nested in the barn and that their eggs were kept for the family. However, after a search of twenty minutes, Grace found nothing, and she was preparing to return to the house when the barn door opened and Jon, the eldest son, walked in.
"Oh, Jon!" she said. "I didn't hear you coming! You frightened me!"
"Sorry, Miss Martin," said the boy. "Anything I can help you with?"
"Why, yes," replied Grace, "you can help me find some eggs. Your father said there'd be some, but for the life of me, I can't find any."
Jon grinned. "You just have to know the secret, Miss Martin. Those chickens are pretty crafty. Here, I'll show you."
He crossed the barn and reached behind some rusting wagon parts leaning against the wall. He began handing eggs to Grace, who put them in a basket.
As he did this, Grace studied him. At first the three brothers had all looked pretty much alike to her, except for height, but now she was beginning to see differences. Jon was halfway to being a man, almost as tall as Grace herself, his shoulders, arms and legs beginning to broaden with hard muscles, his cheeks growing heavily downed with incipient beard. He wasn't really a grown-up yet, but he wasn't a little kid, either. Looking at the hard outline of his trim buttocks in his tight jeans, Grace felt an inexplicable surge of interest. Then, when he turned to face her again, she found herself gawking at the noticeable bulge of his crotch. Good heavens, did the boy have an erection?
No, she decided, it was just the thickness of the denim, plus her own fevered imagination. Since last night, every male had appeared to her as a potential rapist. Jon was too young for that! She ought to be ashamed of her suspicions! Blushing, she tore her eyes away from his crotch.
"Thanks for your help, Jon," she said. "Now I'll know where to look. I guess I'd better get these eggs to the refrigerator."
But Jon took the basket from her hand, set it aside, and said, "Aw, they'll keep. They kept for the chickens, didn't they? Tell me about yourself, Miss Martin. After all, you'll be living with us, and I don't know anything about you. Have you always been a housekeeper?"
"No, this is my first try," said Grace. "Before this, I was a schoolteacher."
"A schoolteacher!" Jon grimaced. "Yucch!"
Grace couldn't help smiling. She knew pretty well, after twenty years of teaching, how boys feel about school. "Well, don't worry, Jon," she said, "my teaching days are over. How do you do in school, by the way? You strike me as quite an intelligent boy."
Jon shrugged exaggeratedly. "Okay, I guess. I want to get into agriculture college, and I guess I'll make it."
"Oh, following in your father's footsteps?" Grace asked innocently.
For reasons Grace couldn't fathom, the boy grinned broadly. "Yeah," he said. "I'd like to do everything my old man does, and I mean everything!"
"How nice," said Grace vaguely. Suddenly she felt alarmed. She couldn't pin down the cause, but she didn't want to be alone in the barn with this boy. She reached for the egg basket, but Jon caught her wrist.
"You ever been married, Miss Martin?" he asked.
"No," said Grace. "Please let go of my wrist, Jon."
"You've had boy friends, though, I bet," he persisted, paying no attention to her request.
"No, I've never had time to date," said Grace impatiently. "Please, Jon, I asked you to let go of me!
He released her wrist but pressed on with his questions. "Never even dated? My gosh, you must have had a pretty lonely life, Miss Martin. I'm sorry to hear that."
"You needn't be," snapped Grace. "I never missed that kind of thing."
Again, that mysterious grin. "Aw, come on, Miss Martin!" Jon said. "That's not normal! Everybody needs sex, don't they?"
Grace blushed furiously. How much like his father he was, asking impertinent, indecent questions! Clearly Simon Grover had not been a very good example for his sons!
"Really, Jon!" she exclaimed. "I hardly think that's a fit subject for us to discuss! Now, you must let me take the eggs to the house. I've got to start supper."
The boy seemed to have finished teasing her. He lounged against the wall of the barn, thumbs hooked in his belt, grinning lazily, a silky strand of blond hair falling across his forehead. Grace snatched the basket of eggs and started out of the barn when Jon's voice made her stop.
"Hey, Miss Martin!" he called. "Here's something I bet'll interest you!"
Grace turned to look at him and for a moment she didn't see it. She thought he was just playing a trick on her, and she started to turn away angrily, then did a double take. Jon's fly was open and his half-grown penis dangled out, pale white against the dark blue of his jeans.
Grace gawked at it. Her mouth dropped open, and the basket of eggs fell from her hand. Very slowly she turned beet red all over.
Jon was delighted. He hadn't expected such a satisfactory response to his little prank. He had thought she'd scream or maybe get angry and bawl him out, at the least, turn pale and run away. This blushing paralysis was much more than he'd bargained for. She didn't move, she hardly breathed, and she couldn't seem to take her eyes off his cock.
Before falling asleep last night, Jon had renewed his vow to make it with Miss Martin. He was sick of being a virgin, and there were no girls for miles around the ranch. Sure, there were girls at school in town, and he'd even dated a couple of them since he'd gotten old enough to drive a car, but those girls just weren't having any. He'd tried everything he could think of to turn them on, taking them to sexy movies, bringing them suggestive magazines, necking in parked cars till he thought he'd die of horniness. No go. The farthest he'd ever gotten was to remove a girl's bra, and then when he tried to play with her tits, she'd slapped his face and gotten all hysterical. There was no point in bothering with girls, he decided. What he needed was a woman, a grown woman who'd already done it and wasn't unwilling to do it again. Well, he knew Grace had already done it, he'd been watching!
Now he studied her hungrily as she gaped at his lewdly displayed prick. Even in her dull brown cotton housedress, her big body looked voluptuous, her legs long and firm, her hips swelling out generously, and her breasts almost bursting the buttons of her prim bodice. Christ, what he wouldn't give to get her naked in bed! Just to run his hands over all that soft flesh! But better yet, to stick his cock into her like his father had done. ... Sure, it would be great, but just how was he going to accomplish it? It was one thing to shock her by displaying himself, and quite another thing to turn her on. Just to see what would happen, he reached down and wagged his prick at her. Jesus, she looked like she was going to faint!
Grace felt rooted to the spot. As in a nightmare, she simply couldn't move. She found herself studying Jon's immature prick as if it were the last sight she'd see on earth. What a difference from his father's gross, menacing organ! Simon's penis had seemed to her enormous, menacing, and brutal, but Jon's sixteen-year-old tool looked pure and white and gentle. Of course it wasn't erect, but she sensed that it would be only half as big as the adult article. It didn't frighten or repel her the way Simon's had. In fact, she was shamefully drawn to it. She felt a wicked urge to move closer, to study it more intently. Like his father, he wasn't circumcised. His cock ended in a funny little wrinkled point. The skin of the shaft was pale white and virginally smooth, and what pubic curls she could see were sparse and light blond, almost nonexistent. Really, it was a lovely thing.
Suddenly the boy reached down and wagged his dick at her. She was terribly shocked, yet at the same time she noted how limp and floppy it was, how tender and harmless. And to her chagrin, she felt her pussy growing warm and wet. Dear God, what was the matter with her? How could she possibly experience lust for a boy young enough to be her son? Lust in itself was nasty enough, but to grow excited over a mere child. It was no good lecturing herself, however. Grace couldn't look away from that delicate little prick, hanging so invitingly from his open fly. Miserably conscious of her own wickedness, she nevertheless helplessly moved toward him, advancing a few steps and licking her lips, her dark eyes never leaving his cock.
Jon felt a thrill of hope. He couldn't understand why, but she seemed attracted to his cock. He'd never known there was anything special about it, and he glanced down quickly to be sure. Nope, it was just an ordinary cock. He knew from the locker room at school that it was quite average in size and appearance. So what was the big deal? It would never have occurred to him that Miss Martin had led so sheltered a life that this was only the second cock she'd ever seen.
She stopped about a foot from him and stared down at it, licking her lips. She looked almost hypnotized. Jon decided to be bolder. Slowly he let down his jeans, then his shorts, until he was naked from the knees up. Shit, what would she think of THAT?
Grace swallowed hard. An outraged speech quickly formed in her mind as the boy lowered his clothing, but she couldn't speak. Now she was studying his immature testicles, finding them just as beautiful as his half-formed pecker. The twin sacs hung down limply in their soft, rosy bags of flesh, quivering ever so slightly with his breathing. They were hairless and very inviting to the touch. She saw now, too, how his cock sprang cleanly from his lower belly, not from a menacing jungle of adult pubic curls. Yes, he was attractive, because he was young and firm and fresh, but why did she have this insane urge to touch him?
Then, as if reading her thoughts, Jon grinned and said, "You can touch it if you want, Miss Martin. It won't bite."
He didn't think she would. He just said it to embarrass her. She blushed deeply, but she didn't look away. To his astonishment, her hand started to reach out in the direction of his cock, but then she moaned a little and jerked her hand back again. God, she really had wanted to touch it! Boldly, Jon grabbed her hand and placed it squarely on his dangling limp penis.
Grace gave an anguished gurgling noise and grew feverishly hot all over. She felt her pussy gushing hot cream, so much that the crotch of her panties was completely-soaked. Her heart was pounding, and she began to perspire heavily. Never in her life had she felt such powerful sexual excitement. Why, why? Jon was only a child! She had no business feeling this way about him! But no matter how she chided herself, she couldn't bear to withdraw her hand from where he had placed it. Right in the sensitive center of her palm she could feel that little spear of meat, soft and smooth and gently throbbing. She had never felt flesh so silky and tender. Moaning softly, she moved her hand a little, rubbing very gently over the half-grown shaft, and beneath the soft flesh she could detect a hard inner core. The little organ seemed to twitch in her palm, as if waking up and coming to life. Again her cunt steamed and gushed hot juices, she felt them trickling down her legs.
Jon was astonished at the change in Miss Martin. Since coming to the house, she had been stern and cold and distant, no emotion crossing her handsome face except annoyance or disapproval. Now, touching his cock, she began to soften and melt. Her face was deeply flushed, her eyes bright, and her mouth had relaxed from its usual sour expression. She kept licking her lips. She breathed quickly, with effort. What strange emotion had done this to her? Was it possible that she was horny? He found it hard to believe. Even when his father had gone down on her and then balled her, she had seemed unmoved. So why should merely touching his cock get her so excited?
Nevertheless, having gotten her to go this far, Jon decided to experiment. He took her hand and placed it on his balls. Again she reddened and moaned, and presently he felt her hand timidly rubbing his sensitive testicles. Jesus, it felt nice! He wished she would go on doing it but, no, her hand was moving, back between his legs, exploring him shyly. He felt the tip of her finger rubbing coyly over the bumpy mouth of his anus.
Grace was thoroughly astonished at herself, thoroughly ashamed at her own lewd boldness. Not only had she touched his testicles, she had even explored his anal opening. What was driving her to this unspeakable behavior? She only knew that there was aching need in her vagina, and that she couldn't stop touching this boy in all his forbidden places. It was as if some dark, evil, and previously unknown part of her mind had taken control of her.
Circling the tightly clenched mouth of his anus, Grace gave way to her impulses and gently wormed the tip of her little finger into his nether passage. It popped in about half an inch, and Jon gasped and shivered. She began to push her fingertip in and out of the tight hot little hole, and the boy moaned. She thought for a moment that she was hurting him, but suddenly she saw evidence to the contrary.
Before her astonished eyes, Jon's rosy little testicles began to swell and tighten. At the same time, his immature peter twitched, straightened, and slowly began to rise stiffly in the air. Too astonished to stop what she was doing, Grace kept pumping her little finger in his ass, and soon his pale white cock was hugging his flat belly and pointing right up at his chin. Only then did she stop in shame. Dear God, she had given the boy an erection!
"Ohhhhh, don't stop, Miss Martin!" he said and moaned as her finger left his anus. "It felt great!"
Grace gasped and started to back away from him, but Jon, flushed and excited now, grabbed her hand and placed it on his erect penis. Grace gave a shrill little cry and tried to pull her hand away, but he held it there firmly, working his slim hips, rubbing his stiff little tool against her palm. He didn't dare hope that she would actually let him fuck her, but if he could get her to go on playing with him, that would be more than enough to bring him off. No woman had ever played with his cock before, and her mere touch made him powerfully excited.
Grace was struggling inwardly. She knew she ought to wrench her hand from the boy's grasp and run out of the barn, leaving this evil temptation behind her. It was an unspeakably wicked thing she was doing. Yet now that his little cock was hard, she liked the feel of it even better than before. It nudged and butted in the palm of her hand like an eager little animal, and she gave way to the impulse to curl her fingers around it, creating a tight hot sheath. It began to move even faster, and Jon gasped and panted as he pumped. Oh, please, he thought, let her hang on to it till I shoot!
Suddenly Grace knew what it was she sought. She could scarcely believe her own depravity, yet she recognized clearly enough from her heavy salivating that she wanted to get her mouth on that stiff little dick. She had read of this vile practice, fellatio it was called, a woman taking a man's penis in her mouth. She had been disgusted even to imagine it. Yet right now it seemed the most exciting idea in the world. Could she live with herself afterward? Suddenly it didn't seem to matter. Nothing mattered but the present moment. With a hungry moan, she sank to her knees.
Jon was just on the verge of cumming when she let go of his cock, and he experienced keen disappointment and anger. What the hell was she doing? He opened his eyes and saw that Miss Martin was kneeling in the hay before him, eyeing his stiff meat and breathing harshly, hotly, all over it. Then, to his astonishment, her gleaming pink tongue flicked out, quick as a snake's, and licked the whole length of his shaft. Christ, what a hit! He shivered with pleasure. She seemed to grow more bold, and she inched forward on her knees, bringing her lips up against his throbbing stiff cock. He felt her sweaty hot hands on his bare ass, and then she was pulling him tight against her, his knees flattening her huge soft tits. Her firm lips nibbled shyly at the tip of his prick, and then he felt her tongue squirming under his foreskin. He yelped with delight.
"Aw, yeah, do it!" the boy whined. "It feels great, Miss Martin!"
Wondering at herself, Grace nevertheless obeyed without hesitation, working back his tender wrinkled foreskin with her eager tongue. She got it all the way back, revealing the naked glans, gleaming and slick and cherry-red. She tickled the salty flesh with her tongue and found that she loved the taste of it. There was no holding herself in check now, she just had to go all the way. With a hungry moan, she fastened her lips around the throbbing little prick and slowly, deliriously, sucked it into her mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
"It's not fair," said Bill petulantly. "Jon was supposed to help us with the chores this afternoon, and he never even showed up."
"Maybe he had to go help Dad," replied Tod. "Anyhow, we got them done by ourselves, didn't we?"
"Yeah," admitted Bill, "but I'd like to know where he is. If he just skipped off and went swimming or something, I'll really be pissed!"
The two younger brothers were walking from the barnyard to the house, taking their time, kicking stones, chatting. As they passed the barn, Bill stopped suddenly and caught his brother's arm.
"Listen!" he hissed.
From the barn came a very strange noise. It was a loud, juicy slurping and sucking sound, almost obscene in its wetness and volume. It went on and on, and now, pricking up their ears and moving closer, the boys could hear a soft moaning and whining as well.
"Golly," said Tod, "what is it? Sounds like a sick cow!"
"We better have a look," said Bill. "But in case it's something dangerous, I'll just have a peek first." He went to the barn and looked through a crack in the wall. Suddenly he seemed to freeze.
Tod waited and waited, but his older brother didn't move from the spyhole. Impatiently, Tod ran up to him. "What is it, Bill? What-"
Bill whirled on him, a finger pressed to his lips. "Quiet!" he whispered. "Come here!" He dragged Tod a little way off, then whispered again, "You wouldn't believe what I saw! Man, oh, man! I don't even believe it myself!"
Tod was jumping up and down now in his impatience. "Tell me, tell me!" he said.
Bill considered a moment, then motioned Tod to follow him. "You can see for yourself, but you gotta be quiet. No noise at all, understand?"
Tod nodded and followed Bill around the barn to the other side. There a ladder led to the loft. They climbed quickly and quietly, then crawled through the hay to a trap door. Bill opened it as silently and carefully as he could. Then he lay down on his belly and peered down to the main floor of the barn. He grinned, then motioned for Tod to look, too.
Tod flattened himself beside his brother, looked where Bill was looking, and saw a very strange thing. Miss Martin, the new housekeeper, was kneeling before their older brother Jon, sucking his peter. That accounted for the strange noise they had heard. Jon had his eyes closed and was moaning and whining, hence the other noise. All that was clear enough to Tod, but one thing puzzled him: why were Miss Martin and Jon doing this very odd thing?
Worriedly, Tod tapped his brother on the shoulder and whispered, "Is she hurting him? Did he do something wrong?"
"Ssssh!" hissed Bill. "If they hear us, we're really in for it! No, she's not hurting him! He digs it, can't you tell?" Bill, in fact, wasn't quite sure just what was going on, he'd never heard of this practice before, but he knew Jon, and Jon wouldn't be doing anything unless it was-fun. Come to think of it, it must be a lot of fun to get your prick sucked!
Tod studied the scene below and decided that Bill was right, Jon was enjoying it. But why? Tod tried to imagine having somebody sucking on his peter, and he concluded that it would tickle. So what was the big deal? He decided it must have something to do with sex, but sex was one big mystery to Tod. He only knew that sex made babies somehow. Was Jon making a baby for Miss Martin? It seemed un-likely, since Miss Martin clearly wasn't very fond of children. Tod shrugged and sighed. He gave up trying to figure it out, content merely to watch.
Meanwhile, below them, Jon was getting even more excited. His moaning was louder now, and he seemed dizzy, falling forward to steady himself by clutching Miss Martin's shoulders. He was jerking his hips fiercely, jabbing his stiff little prick furiously in and out of the woman's greedily sucking mouth. His face was very red, and his teeth were clenched.
Bill recognized the expression. It was one Jon often assumed when the two older brothers jerked off together, seeing who could shoot the farthest. So that was it, Jon was going to shoot his stuff in Miss Martin's mouth! Bill squirmed with excitement and envy. How he'd love to do the same thing! He just couldn't figure out how Jon had persuaded the grim, cold housekeeper to do this wonderful thing for him. Bill wanted very much to ask him about it later, but of course he couldn't ^3cause Jon would be furious if he found uis brothers had been syping on him. Bill sighed longingly, and he felt his small cock growing stiff in his jeans.
Grace had sucked until her mouth ached, but still she wasn't tired. Sucking Jon's stiff little cock was the most exciting experience of her lonely forty-two years of life. She liked the hard, jabbing presence in her mouth, loved the salty essence that bubbled from his glans. Growing more daring, she took one hand off his jerking ass and cupped his bobbing balls, gently and mischievously squeezing them, loving their swollen heat in her palm. Jon seemed to like the squeezing, too, for he whinnied and bucked all the harder.
He fell forward and grasped her shoulders to steady himself, and Grace's heart pounded at his touch. Her pussy was gurgling hot cream in a steady river by now, and she knew it was puddling beneath her on the floor of the barn. She knew something else, too, she wanted desperately to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked hard and mercilessly, just the way Simon Grover had done it to her last night when he took her virginity. It was shameful, yet she felt she would die if she didn't have it. For a moment she contemplated releasing Jon's cock from her mouth and begging him to put it in her cunt instead. She had no doubt that the boy would be willing, but her remaining sense of decency restrained her. My God, he was only sixteen! There had to be a limit to her depravity! Sucking his cock was wicked enough, and asking a mere boy to satisfy her would be going too far. No, she had best leave things as they were.
"Ohhhhh, God, Miss Martin!" Jon yelped. "This is great! Keep sucking my cock just a little longer, please! I want to shoot!"
The thought horrified her. She liked having his small stiff tool in her mouth, but she hadn't considered the inevitable result, a hot glob of boycum in her throat. It was evil and nasty, the idea of eating his sperm! She couldn't bring herself to do it!
Grace started to push the boy away, but he grabbed her head and held it steady, fucking her mouth in a mindless frenzy. It was too late to withdraw now, she understood that. All too well, she understood the boy's need. A hundred times at night, in the privacy of her bed, she had experienced that intolerable need for release, and she had been unable to sleep until she satisfied it. With a gurgling sob, Grace stopped pushing at the boy's jerking body. She fondled his balls again and resumed her feverish sucking of his ramrod cock. It would be cruel to disappoint him now.
Jon had never felt such dizzying pleasure in his young life. He had jerked off plenty of times, of course, so he knew what cumming was like. But the action of his own hand was dull and unexciting compared to having his achingly stiff prick sucked and tongued inside a woman's juicy steaming mouth, all the silky slick tissues of her cheeks and palate and tongue forming a tight velvety sheath around his meat. He imagined that fucking a real vagina must be something like this, and yet he could hardly believe that anything could equal this heady pleasure. He wished it would never end.
"Aw, God, Miss Martin," he whined, "suck my cock, suck it, suck it! Awwwww!"
In the loft of the barn, Jon's younger brothers watched goggle-eyed as the noisy performance continued. Bill was scarlet with envy and excitement, and he couldn't help squirming in the straw, rubbing his stiff little cock against the rough material of his jeans, working up friction just as he did when he jacked off. He felt an overwhelming need to cum. At the last moment, he realized that it wouldn't do to return to the house with a big wet spot on his crotch, and he quickly unzipped his fly, took out his stiff little peter, and, pumping it tightly in his hand, he went on watching.
Tod was mystified. There was no doubt that Jon was enjoying himself immensely, yet it seemed such a strange and silly thing to do, letting a woman suck on your peter like it was something to eat. Curious, Tod took out his own tiny organ, spit into his palm, and began pumping his penis to see what if felt like. To his surprise and delight, it felt great. He kept it up, pumping just as fast as Miss Martin was sucking, and soon his small white peter grew very hard, just like when he had to pee badly, except that it felt good, not bad. He glanced over and saw that Bill was doing the same thing. This mystified him even more, but what the hell, it felt great, so why not do it?
Then his attention was drawn back to the scene below. Jon gave a piercing howl, jerked his hips so hard that Miss Martin almost toppled over backward, then her throat muscles were working like crazy, as if she were swallowing something.
"Awwwww, Christ!" sobbed Jon as the last squirt of his cum shot into Miss Martin's throat. He trembled violently with the sharpest pleasure he'd ever known. He collapsed, sweating and panting in her arms, his limp little dick slipping from her mouth. As he fell against her huge heaving tits, he could feel her heart hammering. Both of them were in a state of shock, and neither noticed a light rain of boyish cum shooting down from the trap door of the loft.
Then, after laying him gently aside, Miss Martin sprang to her feet and raced out of the barn, her face burning. Jon felt too drained to follow her or even to express his gratitude for the magnificent cum she'd given him. He could do all that later ... because he sure as hell intended to have more sessions with the new housekeeper! This was only the beginning. Now that he knew how to excite her, now that he knew she was willing, there was
\ no end to the delightful things he wanted to do with her. Lazily lounging in the hay, Jon grinned and sighed as he imagined their next meeting. He'd get her to take her clothes off this time, play with those great big boobs of hers, and then, when he got her excited, he'd stick his cock inside her and be rid of his virginity at last. Yes, sir, it was going to be a great summer vacation!
Grace ran into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. Throwing herself on the bed, she began to sob. She bitterly regretted the wicked thing she'd just done, yet she knew her wickedness wasn't over, not even now. Her cunt was puffed and swollen with need, and there was no way she could calmly go downstairs and start making supper, not until she had some relief. Blushing with shame, she reached under her dress and beneath the dripping crotch of her panties, easing a finger into her aching cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhh, God, AHHHHH!"
Her stiffly pumping finger brought her off in less than a minute, and the bedsprings creaked loudly as she writhed in orgasm. Almost immediately, deep shame washed over her. She had to get away from this evil house. All she seemed to think about any more was sex.
CHAPTER FIVE
Grace kept her eyes lowered all through dinner, unable to meet the knowing looks of Jon and his father. As soon as she had finished washing the dishes, she fled to her room. She wished desperately that there was a lock on the door, but she had to content herself with propping a chair under the knob-she'd seen it done in movies, and she hoped it worked. Another assault by Simon Grover would be a bit more than her shattered emotions could take.
Grace put on a sensible cotton nightgown and sat in bed trying to read her Bible. Almost always this comforted her, but tonight she couldn't concentrate. It was understandable, she supposed. The past twenty-four hours had been the most eventful of her life. After forty-two years of spinsterhood, she had been suddenly and violently introduced to sex, which was enough to upset any reasonable person. What bothered her was her reaction. She knew she ought to be horrified, but in fact she was experiencing a perverse fascination with the whole thing. Every time she left her thoughts unguarded, she had visions of male organs, adult and adolescent cocks. Truly she was in the grip of evil, and she would have to work hard to save herself.
Around nine o'clock, just as Grace was getting ready to turn out the light and try for some sleep, there was a knock at her door.
"Who is it?" she called nervously. "What do you want?"
"It's Grover," said Simon in his bass voice. "I want to talk to you, Miss Martin."
"Oh, no!" cried Grace. "You want more than talk, Mr. Grover, and I forbid you to enter my room again!"
A short silence. Then he grumbled, "Very well, since you come right to the point, so will I. You know what I want, and I intend to have it."
The doorknob turned and Grace froze. Hugging her knees to her chest as if to protect herself, she watched as Grover twisted the knob and pushed the door open a fraction of an inch, until it was stopped by the chair.
"What the hell?" he muttered. He tried again, then shouted, "I see what you've done, Miss Martin, but it won't stop me! Get that chair out of the way, or I'll break the door down!"
"It's your door!" Grace cried. "Go ahead and break it, you animal!" Her last hope was that Grover would hesitate to damage his own property, and that her cold defiance would make him come to his senses.
She was wrong. There was a thunderous blow, the chair buckled and cracked, and the splintered door flew open, propelled by Grover's boot. Grace screamed and hugged the bedcovers up to her chin. Grover strode into the room, red-faced with rage. "You puritanical bitch!" he growled. "I had intended to be gentle with you, but not now! If you want to play rough, I'm your man!"
He kicked the battered chair out of the way and slammed the door, what was left of it, behind him. Then he began to take off his clothes, eyeing Grace coldly the whole time. She was terribly afraid of his anger and his brute strength, and she began to tremble. There would be no escaping him, not when he was in this mood, and he would be even more brutal than last time.
"Hey, Jon, you awake?" Bill called in the darkness of his big brother's room.
"Of course," grumbled Jon. "Is Dad in bed yet? He didn't see you come in here?"
"His door's closed," replied Bill, "so I guess he's in bed. Jeez, he was cross tonight!"
The boys had planned another spying session in Bill's closet, but their father had thwarted them by coming around to their rooms and making sure they were asleep. When he found all of them still awake, he angrily demanded lights out. So they had been waiting, seething with impatience, for Mr. Grover to retire, so they could get on with their expedition.
Now, assuming the danger was over, Jon and Bill crept into the hall, when suddenly they heard a loud crash, followed by Miss Martin's shrill scream.
Peering around a comer, they caught a glimpse of their father stepping into the housekeeper's bedroom.
"Oh, wow!" whispered Jon. "This'll be something to watch! Let's go!"
"Hey, wait," said Bill, "aren't we going to get Tod?"
"Aw, let's skip it," said Jon. "He's too young, he just doesn't dig what's going on."
"I don't know about that," snickered Bill. "He jacked off today."
"No shit!" Jon raised his eyebrows. "Well, okay, go ahead and get him. I'll be in the closet."
Jon scurried into the spying place and put his eye to one of the holes. Yes, this was going to be quite a show! Miss Martin was in bed, trembling and protesting, the covers drawn up to her chin, but it wasn't stopping Mr. Grover. The old man, to Jon's delight, was stripping right in front of her. That oughta turn her on, Jon thought. After all, he should know! That afternoon in the barn he'd gotten her to do all kinds of delightful things just by showing her his naked cock!
But for some reason, Miss Martin didn't seem to get turned on by the sight of his father's body. Jon couldn't understand it. Grover seemed to him a magnificent specimen of manhood. Sure, he was old, he must be fifty, but he was in great shape, well over six feet tall, with solid muscles from long days of hard work on the ranch. His silver hair was abundant and healthy, and his chest was matted thickly with dark hair. And, Christ, his cock! Jon sighed wistfully. If only he could grow a dick that big! Miss Martin ought to be wild with desire for such a man, but instead she was shaking in terror, sobbing her protests.
"Please, Mr. Grover!" she wept. "Please don't! I'm a decent woman! I can't bear this!"
Grover laughed harshly. "There never was a woman, decent or not, who didn't want to fuck. She might not admit it, but she'd want it. Unless she wasn't normal. Is that your trouble, Miss Martin? Are you one of those frigid types?"
Grace blushed deeply, yet she quickly grabbed at this straw. "Yes, I'm afraid so, Mr. Grover. I have never been interested in-in sex. So you see what an ordeal it is for me. Please, can't you find someone else?"
"Oh, sure," drawled Grover, stepping out of his shorts, "I can just drive over to the nearest city, it's only a couple hundred miles. Otherwise, there's the cows." He towered before her, his enormously long penis swaying heavily. "So you're frigid, eh? Well see about that. Get undressed."
"My God, no!" wailed Grace, clutching the blankets even more tightly around her.
He swore under his breath. Then he strode to the bed, ripped back the covers, and threw himself at her. Grace screamed and tried to escape, rolling to the other side of the bed, but Grover managed to catch the hem of her nightgown, and she couldn't move without tearing it.
"Now," he panted, "you gonna take it off, or am I gonna rip it off?"
Terrified, Grace lunged in the other direction, trying to roll past him, managing to get her feet on the floor. She began trying to get to the door, but Grover only sneered and held her nightgown, so that, in effect, she was running in place.
"You're gonna tear this pretty thing, Miss Martin," he said dryly, "and that would be a shame. Why don't you just calm down and enjoy yourself, and quit all this nonsense? I can make it real nice for you. Tell me the truth, now, wouldn't you like a nice hard fuck?"
That did it. Grace screamed and struggled with all her might toward the door. The nightgown began to tear, and then she was free, stumbling across the room. The skirt of her gown had torn off, leaving her bare from the waist down, but she didn't care. All she could think of was getting away from this madman. She flung the door open, but too late. His big hairy arms encircled her, and she felt herself being dragged backward toward the bed. "Oh, please!" she sobbed, "Please don't! This is rape, can't you understand that? How can you be so cruel?"
Grover panted hotly against her neck. "Cruel? I guess I don't look at it that way. Maybe I got a point to prove. I wanta prove you're a real woman after all. You act like you don't even have a cunt, but I know better. You got all the right equipment, Miss Martin, but you won't let yourself enjoy it. Well, I intend to teach you how. I don't see anything cruel about that."
Grace shuddered. It was this very threat which she dreaded most. She would be so ashamed and humiliated if Grover managed to prove, both to him and to her, that she enjoyed sex! Sex was evil, her parents had always told her so. She must never reveal the evil part of her nature. She didn't think she could survive the shame.
As he dragged her to the bed, she could feel his limp cock banging heavily against her buttocks. Soon it would be cruelly stiff and long, it would be in her. ... She moaned and clawed at his arms, but he didn't seem to feel it. With no apparent effort, he tossed her onto the bed, making her huge tits flop and bounce. Then he bent over her, grinning lewdly, placing his big sweaty hands on her quivering breasts.
"Now, Miss Martin," he said hoarsely, "let's teach you to fuck...."
Jon sat rigidly before the spyhole, hardly even breathing. God, to be as powerful and commanding as his father! He felt puny and weak in comparison to the older man. He was also beginning to feel acutely jealous. It was easy for his Dad to get laid, he was so strong, he could take any woman he wanted, whether she liked it or not. But Jon would be forced to use persuasion, tricks, and cunning, and he wasn't very good at that. Getting to actually fuck Miss Martin seemed pretty hopeless. His cock ached with need. Christ, what he wouldn't give to be in his father's place right now! It just wasn't fair, damn it, it wasn't fair at all.
The closet door opened, and his two younger brothers fumbled their way inside. "Sorry we took so long," whispered Bill. "Tod was asleep, and then he had to pee."
"It figures," snapped Jon. "I told you he's just a little kid, too young for this."
"I am not!" squeaked Tod.
"SSSHHHH!" chorused his brothers.
"Never mind all that," said Jon hastily. "Take a look through the holes. We're in for another great show."
Bill and Tod looked, and then Bill sighed loudly. "Boy, oh, boy, she's got the biggest tits I ever saw!"
Jon snickered. "You mean the only tits you ever saw! But, shit, yeah, they're huge! Lucky Dad, he gets to play with 'em."
All three boys sighed loudly. They watched in silence for a while, and then Tod said, "What's he going to do to her?"
"He's going to fuck-" Jon began impatiently. Then he sighed, "Oh, yeah, I forgot. You don't know what fuck means."
"Well, what does it mean?" Tod asked.
Jon chose his words carefully, toping to get through to his little brother and not be bothered by the question again. "It means he's going to stick his peter in her cunt."
"What's a cunt?"
"Oh, shit. It's a hole between a girl's legs."
"Why would he want to do that?" said Tod. "Because it feels good, damn it!"
"It does?" This so impressed Tod that he shut up and watched, much to his brothers' relief. At least he shut up for a while. Through the spyholes they saw their father pinning Miss Martin's shoulders to the bed, trailing his long limp prick across her lips. She gasped, and he let the purple tip slip into her mouth.
"I thought he was gonna put it between her legs," said Tod. "Why's he trying to put it in her mouth?"
"Because that's fun, too," said Jon. "Now will you be quiet?"
"Fun?" persisted Tod. "Oh, yeah, I remember! Just like-"
Bill clapped a hand across his little brother's mouth. The dummy had almost given everything away! Obviously Tod was recalling what they'd seen in the barn that afternoon, but Jon would be sore as hell if he knew they'd been spying on him! Bill glared at Tod, and after a moment the twelve-year-old understood and nodded.
Fortunately Jon was paying no attention. He had his eye glued to the spyhole, and he was muttering, "Aw, shit, the lucky bastard! How come grown-ups have all the fun?"
Simon Grover leaned heavily on her shoulders, pinning her down on the bed. Grace waited in terror for him to mount her, but instead he remained kneeling beside her, leering down at her, letting his huge ugly cock trail lazily over her face. Only inches from her eyes she could see it, enormous and rubbery, milky-pale, laced with blue veins, the foreskin partially drawn back to reveal part of the dark purple glans.
"Now," he drawled, "the first thing you gotta learn is how to suck cock."
Grace gasped, and he laughed and let the evil thing fall into her mouth. For a second she tasted its strong saltiness, and then she gagged and spit it out. "Don't like it, huh?" he sneered. "But you haven't even tried it yet! Give it a chance! Go on, take a big mouthful, find out how much fun it is. Hell, I've known women who'd rather suck than fuck!"
Grace closed her eyes. Oh, God, if only he knew! What if he'd walked into the barn today and caught her on her knees sucking off his oldest son? She reddened with shame. And why was it that she'd loved sucking Jon's cock, while the prospect of doing the same to his father made her nauseated?
"Come on, baby, don't be stubborn," Grover was saying. "Either you take it in, or I force your mouth open. But you'll do it, whether you want to or not."
Grace looked again at the huge flabby prick, trailing thickly from its dark forest of coarse hairs. It was ugly, brutish, and uninviting. Jon's had been so beautiful, so pure and fresh to her, but this thing, this menacing adult prick, didn't excite her at all. Groaning, she tightened her lips and shook her head, indicating her fierce rejection.
"Okay," Grover growled. "This is getting to be a real drag, you know that? Why do you make me force you every step of the way, when you know I'll win?"
Grace didn't reply. He growled again, then seized her, pressing fingers and thumb just where her jaw met her skull. The pressure was cruel, and she was forced to open her mouth. Breathing heavily now, Grover used his free hand to feed his flabby meat into her mouth, stuffing it full.
"Now suck it!" he commanded harshly. "And remember this, lady, if you bite, I'll kill you! I'm not kidding!"
Grace met his fierce eyes, and she knew he meant it. With a gurgling, stifled sob, she began to suck the limp fat meat, closing her eyes, trying to pretend it was Jon and not his father. But the pretense didn't work. This grotesquely large penis was far too big, far too strong-tasting, and she could feel the adult growth of pubic hair rubbing harshly against her mouth. Grover's big callused hands held her head in place, and his fast breathing was nothing like Jon's soft sighs and moans. No, fantasy wouldn't save her. She only prayed that the ordeal wouldn't last long.
"Ahhhhh, yes!" he rasped. 'That's more like it! Suck it, baby, suck that meat real good! Suck it like it was candy!"
Fat chance of that, thought Grace bitterly. It was more like sucking a wet sausage, and there was nothing sweet about it. His limp meat weighed her tongue down, pushed against the back of her throat, and made her want to gag. But as she sucked him, slowly, steadily, and obediently, he began to get an erection, and that was even worse. His cock thickened, doubling in girth, and slowly lengthened until she couldn't keep it all in her mouth without swallowing it. She let half the enormous length slip out, but Grover didn't like that. He grunted his annoyance, pushed heavily, and she felt the stiff penis gliding into her throat.
She couldn't help it, she gagged violently. Grover swore and quickly withdrew from her mouth. "Bitch!" he hissed. "Maybe you're not a real woman after all! A real woman would love that dick so much, she'd take it right down to her belly!"
But I would, Grace thought desperately, if it were Jon and not you! Her eyes grew wide with fear as she looked up at the glowering man. He was furious. Was he going to hit her?
To her relief, Grover regained control. "Well," he said, "I guess it is quite a mouthful at that. At least you got your first taste of cock. Some other time I'll teach you to swallow it."
Grace looked feverishly at the now erect penis, wagging slowly and heavily so close to her eyes. It was incredibly long and thick, and as she imagined taking it into her throat, she grew queasy, dizzy. No, she'd die first!
Grover noticed the look of distaste on her handsome face, and he sneered at her. "All right, all right! We'll forget that for now. I think I know something that'll make you change your tune."
Still kneeling beside her so he could observe her reaction, Grover reached between her legs. Grace gasped and tried to close her thighs to him, but too late. His thick fingers had worked quickly through her soft pussy curls and located her clitoris. Grinning down at her, he seized the fat little bud of flesh between thumb and forefinger and began to massage it gently. Almost at once, Grace felt heady waves of pleasure shooting through her body. She blushed hotly and compressed her lips, trying not to reveal how much she enjoyed it. Grover continued to massage and gently squeeze the tiny shaft of her clit, and then, to her horror, she felt her cunt awakening, contracting sharply and beginning to seep its hot juices. Oh, God, no, not that! If he felt her cream on his hand, he would know he'd aroused her!
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Grover asked. "You don't want to admit it, but I bet your little pussy's creaming like mad right now. Let's find out."
Grace groaned in deep shame as his thick finger fumbled its way through the folds of her labia and eased into her vagina. He dabbled there, feeling her steaming juices pooling all around his finger, and then he leered at her. "Yeah, you like it, all right! I can feel the evidence! If you're frigid, baby, I'm the Queen of England!"
Grace began to cry. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated. At the same time, Grover kept teasing her clit expertly and working his finger in her steamy vagina like a miniature cock. It was too much for her. Her body had been starved for pleasure all these years, and her pent-up need was too great to resist. Oh, God, how wonderful it felt! How desperately she needed to be touched like that! With an anguished moan, Grace let her legs fall wide open, and then she closed her eyes, giving herself up to her lust.
"Yeah, baby, that's it!" Grover cried triumphantly. "Don't fake it! Show me how much you love it! We can have a lot of fun now!"
His hands moved away, replaced quickly by the knowing caress of his stiff tongue. Grace felt his head jamming between her wide-open thighs, felt the delicious burning, licking and tonguing all over the sensitive tissues of her clit, labia, and vaginal mouth. She was lost now. Her cream rushed out in hot spurts, and Grover lapped it up loudly, tickling and probing her with his stiff tongue, sucking obscenely at the quaking mouth of her cunt.
"Ahhhhh, God!" wailed Grace. "So good, so good!" Blindly she reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her hips jerked wildly. She knew it was evil to give way like this. But how could something sinful feel so great? How could such pleasure be so wrong?
CHAPTER SIX
"Now what's he doing to her?" asked Tod. Jon and Bill had long since given up trying to keep him quiet. They were too absorbed in the scene before them. Besides, Jon, the source of wisdom for both his brothers, didn't really know the answer to this question. He could see plainly that his father's head was between Miss Martin's legs, that he was sucking and licking her there, and that she liked it very much. But exactly what was he doing to her? Jon remembered how great it had felt to have his cock sucked by Miss Martin, and he supposed that women could experience the same pleasure, that they, too, would like to be sucked. But what did a guy suck? Women had no cocks.
Jon's knowledge of female genitals was nil, and he couldn't imagine sexual pleasure emanating from any other source but a penis. So he answered Tod's question with an irritable "Sssshh!"
They could hear Grace's moaning and excited cries quite clearly. All three boys found it a real kick. During the day their new housekeeper was so cold, stem, and aloof, it was gratifying to know that she was human after all. And their Dad had accomplished the transformation! He became an even greater hero to them now. Anybody who could melt the iceberg that was Miss Martin had to be quite a man! Inwardly each boy fantasized himself doing the same thing to her, with various degrees of hope. To Tod it was pure fantasy; it would be years before he even dated girls. Bill imagined it as something he would do to his girl friends in high school, a year from now, and he grew quite excited just thinking about it. But to Jon it was an immediate possibility. Thanks to his father's example, he had now learned another way to get Miss Martin hot. If only he knew just where to put his tongue!
"When's he going to fuck her?" asked Tod.
Bill snickered, and Jon chuckled in reply, "Pretty damned soon now, I'll bet! Man, does she like it! Dad really knows his stuff, doesn't he?"
Grace was lost in the most intense pleasure she had ever known in her life. Vaguely she knew that she was writhing and bucking like a whore, and that she was crying her delight aloud in lewd and unashamed moans and shrieks. But she no longer cared. She was beyond shame. She only wanted Grover to continue his delicious licking and sucking until she came.
She was greatly disappointed then, when he suddenly stopped and raised his head to grin at her. His face was smeared with her cream, and he licked some of it off his mouth.
"Now are you going to tell me you're frigid?" he said. "Are you going to tell me you didn't like what I was doing to you?"
Grace blushed and lowered her eyes. What he said was true, but she simply couldn't bring herself to admit it. And once the blinding pleasure was gone, once his tongue had left her eager pussy, shame washed over her again. She was deeply shocked at the way she'd behaved.
Grover stretched out beside her and slipped an arm under her shoulder, pulling her against him. His free hand toyed sweatily with her big lolling tits, and he began to lick her neck, then her ear.
"There's a word for people like you," he whispered. "Repressed. You got your feelings all bottled up, you just can't admit it when you enjoy something. That's silly. What's wrong with making love? Why shouldn't you enjoy it?"
Grace stiffened in his arms. "But it's wicked!" she protested. "The Bible says so!"
Grover gawked at her. "You really believe that horseshit? My God! Poor, poor Miss Martin! Is that why you've denied yourself all these years, because you think sex is evil?"
"But it's written in Scripture!" Grace insisted. "Fornication is sin!"
Grover sighed deeply. "Okay. If that's how you were taught as a child, it would be pretty hard to change your mind overnight. So let's just leave aside the question of whether it's evil or not. Let's just concentrate on how it feels. I want your honest reaction, now. Tell me just how this feels."
He bent and sucked in her left nipple, tickling it stiffly with the tip of his tongue, then sucking on it slowly, sensuously. Grace was surprised to discover how wonderful it felt. Sharp sensations of pleasure seemed to shoot right from her nipple to her cunt, which creamed heavily.
"Tell me," whispered Grover. "How did it feel? Don't judge it, just describe it."
"It-it felt nice," stammered Grace, reddening.
"Fine. Now how about this?" He reached down between her legs and began rubbing her clitoris. Instantly Grace moaned and arched her back, pressing the sensitive little bud against his finger to get more of the delicious friction.
"Well?" asked Grover.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, half in delight and half in shame.
He chuckled. "You don't have to tell me. I can see for myself. All right, now I want you to look me right in the eye and tell me how this feels to you."
He swiftly slipped between her legs, fitted the bloated tip of his cock to the small wet mouth of her cunt, and pushed deep into her.
"AHHHHHH!" wailed Grace. She nearly fainted with pleasure as Grover's thick tool eased deep into her quaking belly, stuffing her full of cock.
"Look at me!" he panted. "Tell me how you like it!"
Briefly Grace obeyed, looking at him through fluttering lashes, but the frank sensuality on his face suddenly brought her to a sense of what she was doing. She was letting this man fuck her, and she had been about to urge him on! All her childhood religious training came back to her, and she was horrified at herself.
"No, no!" she whined, pushing at his shoulders. "It's wrong! It's evil! Please, take it out of me! Don't make me sin again!"
Grover's face flushed with anger. "You cock-teasing bitch! You're willing to let me give you head, but you won't fuck! Well, I'm not taking any of that shit from you! You're gonna get balled, lady, and balled hard, right now! So scream all you want, because it won't stop me!"
He seized her quivering buttocks, pulling her pelvis hard against his, so that she couldn't escape. She screamed and twisted her upper torso, but she was hopelessly impaled on his enormous prick. Grover began to fuck her mercilessly now, slamming into her so deep that he butted her womb, every thrust making a sucking and slapping noise as their bellies met and his thick shaft forced the cream from her narrow vagina. His wiry balls slapped harshly against her ass, and she felt as if her cunt would burst from his stretching.
"Bitch!" he shouted. "Take this, bitch!"
"Uh, uh, UHHHHH!" Grace gasped as his powerful thrusts drove the breath from her lungs. Yet his violence didn't hurt her. It was giving her a deep, perverse pleasure, the stiff friction driving her quickly and inevitably toward climax. She tried to fight it, tried to hold out in obedience to her modesty and decency, but it was no use. She needed this far too much.
Suddenly it hit her, a heart-pounding, writhing orgasm that sent her into an animal frenzy. She threw her long legs high into the air, spreading them wide for Grover's huge cock, glorying in the way he raped her very guts. "AHHHHH!" she shrieked. "Yes, YES! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, FUCK! OOOOHHHHH!!" She felt his sizzling cum shooting into her, and her womb opened eagerly to receive it.
Moments later, lying sweatily on top of her, Grover began to chuckle. "You're really something else, you know that? All that resistance, that sour face, all that quoting Scripture, and yet you fuck like a bunny!"
Grace sobbed. "Oh, God. I'm so ashamed!"
"What?" Grover exclaimed disgustedly. "You're still full of that crap?" He withdrew from her, got off the bed, and began to dress. "Jesus Christ," he said contemptuously, "you're hopeless, you're really hopeless!"
As the scene on the bed reached its loud and violent climax, the three boys in the closet were pumping their small cocks furiously, even while keeping their eyes glued to the spyhole. Jon and Bill were jacking off to the same fantasy, pretending they were in their father's place, pounding their dicks into Miss Martin's mysterious hole and making her howl with delight. Tod was jacking off because his brothers were doing it, and he didn't want to appear immature.
There were three soft and almost simultaneous plops against the closet wall as the three boys shot off. Then heavy breathing and sighing.
"Man, oh, man!" Jon said. "I just wish we could do the real thing, like Dad was doing with Miss Martin! Shit, that must be the most fun in the whole world!"
"I don't see why," said Tod. "What's wrong with just pumping your own peter? It feels pretty good to me."
His brothers sighed. "Of course it does, dummy," said Bill. "You don't know any better. Wait'll you try it with a girl!"
"Yeah," said Jon from his equally vast inexperience, "wait'll you try the real thing! It's a lot better than just jerking off."
But Tod was already thinking of something else. "I have to pee," he said. "You would," said Jon.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day, as soon as her chores permitted, Grace went out for a walk. She needed fresh air and time to think. After the previous night's scene with Simon Grover, she felt more than ever that she must get away from this place or be damned forever, yet there was no way she could go until she had some money, and she wouldn't be paid till the end of the month. Absorbed in this dilemma, and almost writhing with shame was she thought of her behavior with Grover, she walked aimlessly around the ranch, oblivious to the beauty of the warm summer day.
After about fifteen minutes Grace found herself climbing a low hill, and when she reached the top she looked down on the other side and saw a small pond. It was too far away to make out any details, but she saw scampering figures and heard boyish squeals and laughter. Involuntarily, she smiled and began to draw closer. She could well imagine how pleasant it would be to have a swim in this weather.
Tod and Bill had worked hard all morning doing their barnyard chores, and they felt they deserved a break. For the second day in a row their brother Jon hadn't shown up to help them, which made their reward doubly earned. Dirty, hot, and sweaty, they had headed eagerly for the pond, intending to have a good long swim before suppertime.
"Oh, man, this feels good!" cried Bill, floating on his back in the center of the pond.' "I wish we never had to leave!"
"Yeah!" Tod said. "I just hope Dad doesn't come this way and see us!"
"Aw, fuck it!" replied Bill boldly. "We gotta have a break sometime, don't we? We can make him understand that."
"I dunno," said Tod doubtfully. "He's been awful grouchy lately. I wonder why? Is there any trouble with the ranch?"
"Nope," said Bill, "not that I know of. I think it's got something to do with Miss Martin. He acts sorta like he's in love with her, but she doesn't seem to like him very much."
"Aw, she doesn't like anybody!" Tod said contemptuously. "She's just an old grouch! Why would Dad care about her?"
"Grown-ups are pretty funny about some things," answered Bill, "and you've got to admit, she's got a swell figure."
Tod sniffed haughtily. "I don't think so. She's so BIG. And so old."
"She's not as old as Dad. As for being big, well, she's sure as hell big in the right places!" Bill laughed. "Man, those jugs of hers-"
"Oh-oh!" squeaked Tod.
"What?"
"Somebody's coming down the hill! Oh, Jeez, I think it's Miss Martin! What'll we do?" Tod looked frightened.
"Take it easy," said Bill. "She's not our boss, she can't tell us what to do. Besides, she doesn't know our routine. She doesn't know we're supposed to be working. Just stay cool, act like nothing's wrong."
Nervously, Tod obeyed, imitating his older brother by splashing nonchalantly in the warm water. The figure on the hill grew larger as it approached, and soon they could see that it was, indeed, Miss Martin. However, the two boys affected not to notice her.
Grace approached within several yards of the pond before she recognized the two younger Grover boys, Bill and Tod. They seemed to be having a marvelous time, splashing each other, paddling around and laughing. As Grace drew closer, she got a shock. Running into shallower water, the boys were covered only to their knees, and now she saw that they were naked.
Grace reddened deeply. She couldn't seem to go anywhere around this ranch without running into naked males! Her first impulse, a holdover from her years as a schoolteacher, was to bawl the boys out. But she didn't. It was, after all, their home, not hers. And they were only kids. She could well understand their delight in nude bathing on a hot day. Really, there was no point in spoiling their fun. She would just skirt the pond quietly and continue on her way.
As she passed by, however, she couldn't resist glancing out of the corner of her eye to see whether the boys had noticed her. They weren't looking her way, but she saw something else that gripped her attention and made her stop still. As the two young boys frolicked in the water, their tiny white cocks flopped and bounced gaily, and their rosy little balls dangled freely. Grace found it a beautiful sight, and she couldn't help stopping for one long look.
Of course she had already seen a boy's cock, Jon's, but now his seemed quite large in comparison to his brothers'. The sight of those adorable miniature cocks was just too much for Grace. Tod's, the smallest, seemed no more than three inches long, flopping quite lightly and ending in a funny wrinkled point. Hardly realizing what she was doing, Grace slowly drew closer to the pond.
"Jeez," whispered Tod to his brother, "she's coming over here! What should we do?"
"Keep cool," Bill whispered back, "till we find out what she wants. It may be nothing at all."
"Aw, shit," grumbled Tod, "why doesn't she just go away? We're not doin' anything-"
"Ssshhh!" hissed Bill. "Here she comes!"
The two boys turned and pretended to notice Grace for the first time. "Oh, hi, Miss Martin," they chorused innocently.
Grace had difficulty tearing her eyes from the two naked little pricks. "Hello, boys," she said nervously, though managing a smile. "It looks like a lovely day for a swim. I hope you're enjoying yourselves."
The boys breathed a low sigh of relief. She hadn't come to make trouble! "We sure are, Miss Martin," chirped Tod. "The water's great!" Impulsively he added, "You oughta join us!"
Grace paled a little. "Why, I'd love to, of course, but I didn't bring a bathing suit."
Bill shrugged. "So who needs one? There's nobody around here but us. Come on in, Miss Martin."
Now Grace was blushing. "Why, ah, that's very nice of you, Bill, but I think I'll just sit and watch for awhile, if you don't mind."
"Sure," said Tod, "but you don't know what you're missing. Come on, Bill!"
Shrieking and laughing, the two boys began to chase each other around the pond, kicking up great sheets of water. Grace couldn't help smiling at their fun. She also couldn't help gawking at those floppy little white pricks. As she sat on the grassy bank, she felt her pussy growing hot and wet with longing. My God, that really was too much! Now she was getting aroused by the sight of mere children! Grace sighed and blushed at her own wickedness, yet she couldn't deny her own trembling and her aching need. If only she could touch those superb little cocks, just play innocently with them for a few moments. Well, she had an opportunity, didn't she? The boys had invited her to join them.
No, that would be ludicrous. Her full-blown, mature body next to theirs? Insane. And of course, being boys, they would gawk. She imagined them staring at her naked breasts, and a deep blush spread over her body. Yet at the same time the idea excited her beyond reason. They would probably want to touch her. And if they did, she would have an excuse to touch them.
It was too much to resist. Blushing and trembling, but strongly driven by the most powerful desire she'd ever known, Grace rose to her feet and began stripping off her clothes.
"Hey, don't look now," Bill whispered to his brother, "but she's taking off her clothes! Oh, wow, I can't believe it!"
Tod was dying to turn his head and have a look, but he obeyed his brother. "No shit?" he squeaked. "You're not just putting me on?"
"Hell, no," said Bill breathlessly. "I looked just for a second, and she was pulling her dress off over her head! Jesus, this is our lucky day! But, listen, we gotta play it cool! Don't stare too much, don't scare her off. This may be our only chance to get a good look at her."
Tod nodded, and the two boys began to swim lazily around the pond, affecting nonchalance. Presently a small wave washed over them, preceding Grace as she swam out to the center of the pond.
"Oh, ah, hi, Miss Martin," squawked Bill. He could have killed himself, why did his voice have to break just then? But, blushing, he persisted. "So you decided to come in after all? Great!"
"The water is wonderful," Grace replied lamely. She paddled a little closer to the boys and was rewarded by the sight of their little pale penises floating lazily in the water. For their part, the two boys gawked briefly at her great white rounded buttocks, then at the quivery pale image of her enormous breasts. She was dog-paddling, and they could see most of her tits just below the surface of the clear water, although the nipples were down in the shadows.
Bill got a fiendish idea. "Hey, Miss Martin," he said and grinned, "you wanta race?"
"Ah, well, all right," Grace replied.
"Okay, ready, set, GO!" cried Bill.
He dove in the direction of the shore, and Grace and Tod plunged after him. His idea was to lead Grace into shallow water, where she would have to stand up, and to his delight, it worked! She soon bumped her knee on the bottom, gave a startled cry, and stood right up in the water, submerged only to her knees.
"Hurt yourself?" he asked as casually as he could. Man, oh, man, what a sight!
"Oh, no, just a scrape," said Grace. She, too, was glad of this development, for both boys had stood up to look at her. Let them look. It gave her a chance to look at them, too. Up close their small cocks were more adorable than she'd imagined, both pure and hairless and ending in tiny wrinkled points. She wanted desperately to touch them.
Bill and Tod forgot all caution. It was their first sight of a naked woman, and they were completely overwhelmed. Grace was several inches taller than both boys and considerably outweighed them as well. Her mature female body seemed massive to them, yet incredibly voluptuous. Her enormous breasts sloped slightly but appeared very firm, almost swollen in their vastness, the big brown nipples stiff and pointed from contact with the air. Tod noted to his wonder that one of her tits alone was as big as his head. The boys were drawn, too, to the wide dark patch of hair on her lower belly, wet and curling, concealing all those mysterious female parts they were dying to look at. In their minds the same question arose: if girls didn't have cocks, what did they have? And could they somehow find out with Miss Martin?
Grace felt saliva pooling hotly in her mouth, felt her pussy puffing up tight with need. Somehow, no matter what the consequences, she just had to fondle those sweet little pricks! After a moment's hesitation, she decided to be bold about it. Stepping up to the boys, she put her arms around their shoulders and squeezed them against her.
"My," she purred, "you certainly are strong swimmers, both of you! I guess I lost the race."
"Oh, no," croaked Bill, "I wouldn't say that, Miss Martin!" To his breathless wonder, he found his face pressed right into the soft flesh of one of her enormous boobs. The bumpy brown nipple was practically in his mouth! Fearing a slap, but unable to resist, he reached out and gently placed a hand on the mammoth quivering globe. To his wonder, Miss Martin didn't seem to notice. He began to pet the huge breast, finding it wonderfully silky and warm.
"It was a tie," said Tod. "You're a pretty good swimmer, too, Miss Martin." He couldn't understand what was making him so excited all of a sudden. Sure, it was a thrill to see Miss Martin without any clothes on, but that didn't account for the strange tingling in his balls or the twitching of his small cock. Within easy reach of his hand was that big dark patch of hair between her legs. If only she'd let him touch it! He glanced over and saw that Bill was touching her breast. Well, hell, if Bill could touch her, so could he! Determinedly, Tod planted his hand squarely on the forest of black curls. The hair was surprisingly soft, and he started to pet and explore.
Grace had all she could do to stand still and keep from moaning her delight. It was all working out just the way she'd hoped! The boys were touching her, giving her an excuse to return the favor. And the touch of their small eager hands felt sharply exciting to her.
"Let's go lie in the sun for a while, boys," she purred.
They followed her like two eager puppies as she strode out of the water and lay down on her back in the warm fragrant grass. They flopped down on either side of her, looking hungrily at her great soft body, dying to touch her again. The hot sun felt good on her skin, and Grace stretched and yawned like a lazy animal, momentarily opening her thighs wide. Bill and Tod gawked open-mouthed at what her movement revealed: between her plump white thighs they saw a long scarlet slit of flesh fringed with dark hair. So that was what girls had! It looked very mysterious, and they could see no function for all that red gleaming flesh. Yet they remembered that somewhere, according to Jon, there was her cunt, the hole where a guy was supposed to put his cock. They couldn't see it, and before they could do any exploring, she closed her legs again.
Grace saw the boys looking longingly at her body. "You can touch me again if you want, boys," she said softly. "I don't mind."
Instantly small hands were all over her tits, kneading and caressing and tickling. Grace closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. As she did so, Bill and Tod exchanged grins. It seemed as if all their fantasies were coming true! Miss Martin, ordinarily so grim and cold, was actually lying naked before them, letting them play with her boobs! Boy, was Jon going to be pissed when he found out what he had missed out on! That would teach him to skip out on chores.
As the grubby little hands explored her sensitive breasts almost as if kneading loaves of doughy bread, Grace felt her whole body flushing and heating up with intense arousal. Her cunt was beginning to steam and moisten, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she was unable to lie still. She let the boys' eager play continue a few moments longer, then opened her eyes and looked around. Perfect. Tod and Bill were kneeling on either side of her, their dangling little cocks within easy reach!
"Now, boys," she said and giggled, "since you're touching me, I get to touch you!"
She reached out and cupped a hot little pair of testicles in each hand, squeezing them gently but insistently. Both boys gasped, then sighed happily. Grace grinned and increased the speed of her pumping. The boys' hands grew still on her breasts as Tod and Bill became totally absorbed in the exquisite pleasure of having their balls stimulated. Before her hungry eyes, she watched both tiny cocks grow slowly stiff and erect, the foreskins slipping back gradually to reveal cherry-red heads with pinprick holes. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she thought of sucking those still little dicks.
Quite suddenly, Tod gave a squeal of pleasure, and a light sprinkle of boyish cum shot from the tip of his cock. Grace twisted her head, opened her mouth, and managed to catch most of it. She swallowed greedily, loving the delicate taste.
"Awwww!" Tod said. "That felt great!"
"I'll bet it did, darling," Grace said, licking her lips of his cum. "Now let's see what I can do for your brother."
Bill, who had some pretensions to virility, managed to hold out longer. He was determined not to shoot in the air like a silly little kid. His face reddened, he grunted and clenched his teeth, as Miss Martin steadily pumped his sensitive balls. It felt great, but it wasn't what he had hoped for. If only she would take his cock in her mouth, like she'd done for Jon!
Fortunately for him, Grace was thinking the same thing. She'd been disappointed when Tod came prematurely, and she resolved not to let the same thing happen with Bill. When the boy was panting and moaning, apparently on the verge of climax, she grabbed his ass and pulled him down closer to her, popping his stiff little prick into her mouth. She began to suck it with blinding speed and pressure, loving the small stiff weight on her tongue.
"Awwww, Jesus, yeah!" wailed Bill. "Suck my cock, Miss Martin! YEAH!"
Bill's shrill uninhibited cries reached a small grove of trees nearby where Jon was sitting. He'd been there for quite some time, plotting a hundred different ways to get Miss Martin into bed, but seeing the hopelessness of every plan. If he tried to seduce Miss Martin, she'd just laugh at him. He knew what the problem was-to her, he was just a little kid. His father could overwhelm her, make her awed and submissive, but Jon was hardly an authority figure in her eyes. Damn, damn, it just wasn't fair! He needed to fuck her every bit as much as his father did! He was obsessed with it, it was going to ruin his whole summer.
Suddenly he awoke from his daydreams to hear his brother's cries, coming from the direction of the pond. Moaning, shrieking. What the hell? Had the silly kid hurt himself? Jon leaped to his feet and ran through the grove of trees, then across the field that led to the pond. He wondered if it was Tod or Bill who was hurt, and how bad the injury was.
Then he stopped short, his mouth falling open, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Could he be dreaming? It just didn't seem possible, but there in the grass beside the pond lay Miss Martin, stark naked, his little brothers crouching beside her, and she was sucking Bill's cock!
Jon dropped to his belly and made his way, commando style, across the field. He didn't want to be noticed until he had assessed the situation and planned a response. He reached a small bush and concealed himself behind it, peering out through the leaves. Yes, he had seen correctly. Tod had apparently cum already, his cock was limp and dripping. Miss Martin was greedily and noisily working on Bill, her eyes glowing lustily. And of course ol' Bill was practically wetting himself with excitement. Suddenly he gave a piercing squeal, and Miss Martin's throat muscles began to work like crazy as she swallowed his cum.
Jon trembled with rage and jealousy. Hell, she hadn't undressed for him! She'd sucked him off, yes, but she hadn't given him a show like this! And pretending to be so coy, so guilty about it all, what a load of crap that was! If she'd do it with two little kids, if she'd strip for them and suck their pricks, then she'd do anything! And, by God, he intended to take every advantage of it!
Trembling angrily, Jon got to his feet and marched right up to Miss Martin and his brothers. They gawked at him, and Miss Martin looked very frightened.
Jon stood over them, hands on hips, and glared at them. "I'll make this short," he growled. "I could tell Dad all about this, and you three would be in big trouble. Tod and Bill, you'd get the whipping of your lives, and Miss Martin would be fired, maybe put in jail."
Tod and Bill began to cry, and Miss Martin cried hoarsely, "Oh, no, Jon, don't do that! I don't care about myself, but please don't get your brothers in trouble!"
"I won't," he said grimly, "I won't tell Dad about any of this, if you do exactly as I say. I want you to take a walk with me, Miss Martin, and you guys-" he glared at his brothers, "-you stay out of it. You keep quiet about everything."
His brothers nodded solemnly. Jon grinned as Miss Martin got to her feet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The woods were cool, and Grace shivered a little as she followed Jon into a small clearing. He hadn't allowed her to get dressed, only to carry her clothes along in a bundle. She wondered what the price of his silence would be, although it wasn't too hard to guess. Probably he would want her to suck him off again. That wouldn't be too bad, but it would be humiliating. She wondered at her own carelessness, playing with Tod and Bill right out in the open. No wonder they'd been caught. And now she would pay the price. Jon had a hold over her, and she only hoped he didn't realize how much power it gave him. If Simon Grover were to find out...! She'd do almost anything to prevent that.
Jon stopped and turned to look at her, his blue eyes sweeping the length of her naked body, dwelling briefly and hungrily on her snatch and tits. Although he still kept a stern look on his face, his anger had passed. It was replaced by a wild joy. At last he had a way to make Miss Martin do anything he wanted! He could see how scared she was, how desperate to keep his father from finding out what she'd done with Tod and Bill. He intended to exploit that fear for all it was worth, and he was going to start by getting rid of his virginity here and now! Already, just thinking about it, his cock was hard as steel in the tightness of his jeans.
"All right, Miss Martin," he growled, "here's my proposition. I saw you molesting my little brothers-" She turned pale as he said this, much to his satisfaction. "But even so, I'm willing to keep quiet, so they won't be punished. But I have to have some compensation, that's only fair. Don't you think so?"
She hung her head. "Yes, Jon," she said meekly. "If you'll just swear never to tell your father what you saw."
He walked over to her, snatched the bundle of clothes from her hands, and tossed it aside. Almost trembling with excitement, he cupped her enormous breasts and squeezed them possessively. At last! At last he was touching those huge fleshy melons, and he could touch them whenever he wanted to, for as long as he wanted to! But he had more urgent needs right now.
"Sure," he said, "I'll promise not to tell Dad, if you play ball with me, Miss Martin. Let's get on with it. I guess you know what I want."
She blushed hideously, but nodded. Looking down, she saw that the boy's crotch was bulging tightly, that he wasn't in the mood for delay. Sighing, she dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly with shaking hands. Gently she extracted his stiff, half-grown prick. It felt hot and hard in her hands, and she experienced a little surge of arousal at the sight of it. Really, this wouldn't be so bad. She flicked out her tongue and began tickling back the loose pale foreskin, tickling the raw red flesh of his immature glans. A pearly little droplet of juice seeped from the tiny hole, and she lapped it up quickly. His cock was bigger than his brothers', but equally virginal and inviting. She could pretend humility, but in fact she was going to love this "punishment."
Then, to her astonishment, he pushed her away, causing her to fall onto the grass. "No, Miss Martin," he growled, "that's not what I want! I want to fuck!"
Grace gawked at him, and it was a moment before she found her voice. "Oh, no, Jon!" she gasped. "We can't do that! You're much too young, it would be all wrong!"
His face twisted with anger. "Don't give me that shit! Look at this!" He seized his stiff prick and wagged it at her. "I'm not too young, not when I can get a hard-on like this! That's my price, lady, and if you won't do it, I'll go right to my Dad and tell him everything!"
Grace began to sob. "But, Jon! It's so wicked! Won't you just let me suck you? That would feel just as good!"
"No," he snapped. "This is your last chance. Do I fuck you, or do I tell my father?"
Sobbing hysterically, Grace fell back on the grass and offered no resistance. She had no choice but to do whatever he wanted, but she wouldn't lower herself to the extent of telling him this in words. Through her tears, she saw him gawking at her, then a grin spreading slowly over his face. He quickly stripped off his clothes, having some trouble getting his shorts off over his stiff erection. His young body was lean and hard, beautiful to look at. She supposed she should be glad to have such a young handsome lover, but all she felt was terrible shame.
Naked now, Jon rushed to her and threw himself on her body, almost snarling in his eagerness. He pawed her tits and pussy only briefly, and then he was jabbing his cruelly hard little prick into the tender folds of her vulva, seeking out her cunt. By a lucky stroke, he happened to sink the sensitive tip of his erect prick into the small wet mouth of her pussy. Oh, Christ, at last! He moaned loudly as for the first time his cock sank into the hot, steamy, clinging tunnel of a woman's cunt.
"Ohhhhh, God!" whined Grace. The stiff penetration felt wonderful to her, and yet she couldn't bring herself to let go and enjoy it. The situation was ludicrous, letting herself be screwed by a panting, clumsy sixteen-year-old boy! She had never felt so ashamed in her life.
Jon fucked her fiercely, slamming his half-grown cock in and out of her with blinding speed and unrelenting force. His handsome young face was controrted with intense pleasure, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he steadied himself. Panting, dizzy, he grinned lewdly down at her jiggling tits, then at her horrified face. He felt triumphant and masterful. His cock was deep in Miss Martin's cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it!
"Like it, Miss Martin?" he taunted. "Feel good to you?"
"Oh, God, Jon!" she wailed, closing her eyes. "Please, don't torture me! You've got what you want!"
"I sure do!" he said. "Shit, Miss Martin, your pussy's hotter'n hell! It sure is great fucking you!"
Grace moaned with shame. Why did the boy have to be sadistic about it, taunting her with filthy remarks? Even worse, his very words excited her, their very lewdness made her cunt steam and juice. His stiff little rod felt wonderful in her belly, and the faster he balled her, the better she liked it. She found herself slamming her pussy up to meet his thrusts, seeking even deeper penetration. Her pleasure mounted to dizzying heights, she was losing control.
"Oh, God, Jon, darling!" she babbled. "Your cock feels so good in me, I love it, I love it! Keep fucking me, darling, don't stop!"
Jon grinned so broadly, he thought his face would split. If only his father could see him now!
"I don't like it," said Bill. "He might hurt her. He might try to hog her all for himself. I think we ought to follow them."
"Jeez, I dunno!" Tod said. "He'd kill us if he knew!"
"He won't know," Bill insisted. "We'll be careful. But I want to know what kind of deal he's making with her. And she might need help. After all, you gotta admit she was pretty nice to us today."
"Oh, boy!" Tod agreed. "I sure hope she lets us do that again!"
"Well, she won't, not if Jon tries to keep her all to himself. Come on, let's go!"
The two boys raced for the woods where they had seen their brother lead Miss Martin. Once among the trees, however, they walked very slowly and quietly. They listened intently, and soon they heard strange sounds, a kind of sucking and slurping, along with moans and sighs. They exchanged glances, then dropped to their knees and followed the sound.
Peeking out from the bushes into a clearing, Tod and Bill saw their older brother lying on top of Miss Martin, both of them naked. Jon's ass was flying up and down, his belly slapping loudly against hers, and both he and Miss Martin had their eyes closed and were groaning loudly. It took Tod and Bill a moment before they realized that this was fucking, that Jon was doing to Miss Martin the very same thing they had seen their father do to her. The only difference was that Miss Martin seemed to like it a lot better with Jon. She was winding her long legs around his back, bucking her hips to his rhythm, and urging him on.
"Fuck me, my darling!" she wailed. "Oh, I love it so much! Ahhhhh, yes, AHHHHHH!"
Jon wasn't saying anything, but from the way he was grinning and panting, they could tell he was having the time of his life. Tod and Bill silently vowed that they would corner him later and demand to be initiated to this new game. After all, if he had something on them, they also had something on him now. Dad wouldn't be too pleased to learn what Jon had done with Miss Martin in the woods. Tod and Bill were determined that their brother would not hog this exciting older woman-they'd tell on him if he did!
Suddenly Jon's eyes rolled crazily in his head, and his pelvis began to jerk faster than ever. "Awwwww, shit!" he yelled. "I'm cumming, Miss Martin, awwwww, Christ, am I CUMMMMUNNNG!!"
Miss Martin seemed to grow very excited when he said that. She threw her legs straight up in the air and yelped, "Yes, darling, cum in me! I'm cumming, too! Oh, God, ooooo! OHHHHH!!"
Her body writhed and shook so hard that Jon was almost thrown off, but he managed to cling to her and shoot off his load. Then he sank onto her huge shaking breasts, and Miss Martin threw her arms around him and hugged him tight against her. She wrapped her legs around his back, and as she did so, her pussy was exposed, and Tod and Bill could see their brother's cock still stuck in her hole, his cum leaking out of her. "Oh, Jon," she said and sighed, "that was such a lovely fuck!"
In the bushes, Bill turned red with envy. "Lucky bastard!" he whispered fervently. But just they they heard the distant sound of their father's truck, returning to the house for suppertime. Tod and Bill raced for home, while in the clearing Jon and Miss Martin fumbled hastily into their clothes.
CHAPTER NINE
It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Jon was lying impatiently in his bed, waiting for his father to retire for the night. Jon was dying to get back to Miss Martin, but it seemed as if the old man was going to stay up forever. Jon could hear him pacing around in his heavy boots downstairs. Damn, damn! He was so horny, he thought he'd die.
There was a soft tapping on his door, then Bill's voice: "Hey, Jon, you awake? We wanta talk to you."
"Okay, come in," Jon said. For one brief, thrilling moment he had imagined it might be Miss Martin, that she was impatient to see him, too. She sure had been happy enough that afternoon in the woods. But he had to admit that she'd avoided him since then. She was a hard woman to understand.
Bill and Tod crept into the darkened room and came to sit on Jon's bed. "So what do you want to talk about?" asked Jon.
Bill cleared his throat, as if preparing to give a speech, then said, "Well, to begin with, we saw what you and Miss Martin did in the woods today. Don't get mad! We didn't mean to spy, we were just worried about what you might do to her, so we came to check. Anyhow, we don't think it's fair that you should have her all to yourself. Whatever you do with her, we want to do it, too. And if you tell Dad about what we did, well, then, we have things to tell about you, too. You get the idea?"
Jon sighed. "Yeah, sure, I get the idea." He saw readily enough that his little brothers would always be around to horn in on his action with Miss Martin, but under the circumstances there was little he could do about it. The whole set-up depended on everybody-himself, his brothers, and Miss Martin-keeping quiet about it, not letting Mr. Grover know. So, reluctantly, he was forced to share his prize.
"Well, when do we start?" Bill asked eagerly. "Can we go see her tonight? Can you get her to fuck us, like she did you?"
What a drag! He would have to take his little brothers along! There was no way he'd cancel this visit to Miss Martin, but it would be a lot harder with Tod and Bill in tow. "Yeah," he said grudgingly, "I guess we could. She won't like it much, though. Let me think a minute." Presently he continued, "Okay, here's the plan. I noticed she really gets turned on by naked guys."
"Yeah," Bill said, "we noticed that, too."
"All right, so what we do is take off our clothes, and then all run into her room at once."
Tod began to snicker. "That's pretty wild! But what if Dad catches us?"
"We'll wait till he goes to bed."
"Ssshhh!" whispered Bill. "I think that's him coming up the stairs right now!"
They listened while their father's heavy footsteps passed the door, and then they heard him enter his own room. When there was no more noise for several minutes, they sighed with relief.
"Okay," said Jon, "let's go! We can leave our clothes here."
Giggling and tittering, the three boys shucked their clothes and then tiptoed down the hall to Miss Martin's room. Jon knelt and peered through the keyhole. He began to grin.
"Oh, man," he whispered, "perfect!"
All afternoon Grace had gone around in a state of shock. Her behavior in the woods with Jon seemed to her the last stage of depravity. It was bad enough even having sex with a boy so young, but to enjoy it as loudly and shamelessly as she had! And to add to her worries, she was certain that she would be exposed to temptation again tonight, either from Jon or his father.
She had waited nervously in her room, determined to resist but knowing she would finally be conquered. However, when nine o'clock passed and no one came, a strange thing happened. Instead of feeling relieved, Grace began to ache with need. Subconsciously she had been preparing herself for sex, and when nothing happened, her body felt frustrated. By nine-thirty the need was so powerful and persistent that she knew she would have to take care of it herself.
Thoroughly ashamed of herself and blushing miserably, Grace undressed and lay down on her bed. Many times in the past lonely years she had relieved herself in the darkness, but tonight she forced herself to leave the light on, to watch what she was doing. Perhaps, she prayed, this would shock her into a sense of remorse. Perhaps her accursed hunger for sex would be defeated at last. Lying down on her back, she spread her legs and began to rub her clit. Glancing at herself in the big full-length mirror beside the bed, she saw everything realistically, a well-built middle-aged woman frigging herself. Really, it was disgusting. But at the same time, she needed it, she couldn't resist doing it.
Every touch of her finger on the tiny sensitive nub of flesh sent shock waves of delight through her whole body. Her vagina pumped out its hot cream, her hips moved automatically in the motions of fucking. She was glad, then, that neither Jon nor Simon Grover had come to her tonight, she would have made a spectacle of herself again. Now she sighed, closed her eyes, and slowly inserted a stiff finger like a miniature cock.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. It wouldn't take long to bring herself off, not in her state of readiness! She began to pump faster, rather ashamed of the juicy sucking noise, but unable to resist the pleasant friction in her vagina. Just a few more thrusts! "Ohhhhh, God, so nice!" she whined.
Suddenly she was aware, without opening her eyes, that something was out of place. She seemed to be breathing too hard. She held her breath and the breathing continued. Oh, my God, she was not alone!
Opening her horror-stricken eyes, Grace saw that she was surrounded by the three Grover boys. They were standing naked around the bed, watching her, grinning. And there she was, lying with her legs spread wide and her finger pumping in her cunt!
"Ohhhh, NO!" she sobbed.
"Aw, don't feel so bad, Miss Martin," Jon said dryly. "Everybody has to jack off sometime. But now that we're here, you can have the real thing, right, guys?"
"Right!" chirped Bill and Tod.
"So the only question is, Miss Martin, who do you want to start with?" Jon was grinning triumphantly at her now, his blue eyes darting to her slit, where her finger was still inserted. In her shock, she had remained fixed in that position.
Grace sobbed and pulled her finger from her cunt with a loud plop. All around her, it seemed, were naked grinning boys, their little white cocks dangling jauntily from hairless bellies, their small rosy balls quivering invitingly. If she gave way to this temptation, she was surely sentenced to Hell! "No, boys, please!" she said. "This isn't right! I simply couldn't, uh, entertain all of you at once!"
"Why not?" Bill said. "You did it with two of us today, so why not three?"
Grace hid her burning face with her hands, unable to answer this charge. It was true, she had no logical reason to deny the boys, not after what she'd already done! Yet she couldn't bring herself to commit this monstrous act, taking on all three of Simon Grover's young sons at once, all in the same bed! Three days ago, when she first arrived at the ranch, she would have died at the very thought that she could become involved in such a dilemma.
"Maybe she needs some warming up," Jon said.
Then Grace felt warm, hard little bodies snuggling up to her, mischievous little hands on her tits, belly, and pussy. Small fingers kneaded her breasts eagerly, wet little mouths closed over her nipples and sucked noisily. Someone petted her pussy fur, tweaked her clit, tickled between the folds of her labia and wormed a curious finger into her vagina. And someone-she suspected it was Jon, the eldest-began kissing her, working his tongue eagerly into her mouth.
"I found her cunt!" Bill cried triumphantly. "Jeez, it's hot in there!"
"Where?" squealed Tod. "Show me!" And soon Grace felt two exploring little fingers in her vagina. "Is that where Dad and Jon put their cocks?" asked Tod. "What's all this other stuff?"
"I dunno," said Bill, "I can't figure it out. Hey, Jon, what is all this?"
But Jon was busy. After kissing Grace's mouth, he transferred his attention to her tits, sucking both nipples until they stood stiff and erect. Grace tingled with pleasure, and it was all she could do to hold still and not moan her delight aloud. God help her, if they kept up this delicious play with her body, she couldn't hold out long!
"I want her to suck my cock!" Tod demanded. "She did it to you guys, but she hasn't done it to me yet!"
Jon laughed. "Sure, why not? Let's get out of the way, Bill. Let baby brother have his turn."
Grace still wouldn't open her eyes-she knew that the sight of three flopping little boyish cocks would be too much for her. But now she heard rustling, giggling, and whispering. Then she had to look as she felt someone climbing onto her. Tod, grinning like mad, was seating himself on her chest, his hard little ass coming to rest on the plump cushion of her big tits. Fortunately he didn't weigh much. She felt his hot little balls tickling her chin, his flabby little penis trailing over her lips. He looked down at her expectantly, his eyes gleaming.
"Will you suck it, Miss Martin?" he begged. "Will ya, please, please?"
What point was there in further resistance? She knew she'd surrender in the end. She couldn't resist that adorable little twelve-year-old prick. With a lusty moan, she opened her mouth, trapped his rubbery little finger of meat, and sucked it inside. She drew in her cheeks sharply, pressed his tiny cock with her tongue till she squeezed it against her palate, then began to suck him fiercely and loudly.
"Wheeee!" squealed Tod. "Great, great!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Grace saw Bill and Jon standing beside the bed, grinning and enjoying the show. They knew their turns were next. Once she had so submissively sucked Tod's prick, she could hardly reject his brothers. She wondered what they would want. Jon no doubt would want to fuck her, considering himself a full-fl-edged man now, but Bill was an unknown quantity. Anyhow, what did it matter? She would do it. She was lost now. She could not resist these handsome young boys, no matter how hard she tried.
Tod squealed delightedly and bounced on her tits as she sucked his delicious little cock ever harder. It got hard very fast, and that was even more pleasant, because now she had something tangible to suck. She felt herself drooling hotly, looking forward to that delicately salty burst of cum in her throat. Drunk with lust, she reached up and seized the boy's small firm ass, squeezing and kneading it. She sought out the tight crease of his buttocks, slipped a finger inside, and discovered the bumpy orifice of his anus. Carefully but insistently she worked the tip of her little finger into the tight hole.
"Aw, shit!" Tod said. "She put her finger in my ass! Man, it feels good!"
Jon and Bill giggled, too, and Grace thought she could see their small cocks twitch and stiffen a little. But Tod had the real hard-on at this point. His tiny prick was swollen almost to bursting, and it felt rock-hard in her mouth. She sucked it so hard and fast that the little boy nearly fainted, his face growing beet red, his breath coming in quite bursts. She wormed her probing finger deeper into his tiny asshole till he was completely skewered, and with her free hand she began to tickle his stiffened balls rapidly. It was all too much for Tod. With a piercing squeal, he rammed his belly against her face, almost smothering her, and shot his load. It wasn't much, but Grace gulped it all down greedily.
With a gasp, red-faced and slightly cross-eyed with fulfillment, Tod rolled off her and lay panting on the bed. His brothers laughed delightedly. "That oughta shut him up for a while," snickered Bill.
"If anything will shut him up," Jon said. "I suppose you want your turn now," he added resignedly. As the eldest brother, he supposed he must be the most patient, though he was dying to stick his cock in Miss Martin's hot clinging sheath.
"Do I ever!" Bill said, gazing longingly at Grace's voluptuous body.
"So do it," Jon said, "but don't take all night. I want her, too."
Grace was ashamed to be treated this way, as if she were nothing but a machine for their pleasure. Still she couldn't help feeling excited as Bill crawled onto the bed, approaching her wonderingly and reverently. It would be his first fuck-if in fact he chose to fuck her-and she would have the privilege of initiating him.
Trembling both with eagerness and timidity, the slim blond boy crawled between her legs and stared at her bright red wet slit, where he knew he must put his cock. The trouble was, he had no idea where her cunt was. Only a few minutes before, he'd had his finger in it, but now it seemed to have disappeared in all those mysterious folds of gleaming flesh. He felt embarrassed, but he valiantly seized his cock and began poking it around in the hot pulp of her vulva, hoping to find the right spot by sheer persistence.
Jon began to snigger. "Hey, Bill, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Huh?" said Bill stupidly.
"You gotta have a hard-on first, dummy," said his older brother, "Otherwise it won't go in."
"Oh." Bill felt completely humiliated now. His brother's teasing, combined with his own nervousness, made his half-grown cock feel limper than ever. Shit, he'd never be able to fuck her now! He couldn't get it up, couldn't find her cunt! He felt ready to cry.
Grace saw the distraught expression on the boy's face, and she felt very sorry for him. She understood his humiliation, imagined how ashamed he would feel if he failed in front of his brothers. It wouldn't hurt her to put on a little performance for his benefit.
CHAPTER TEN
"Darling," she cried huskily, "I want to suck your cock!"
She seized the startled boy around the waist and laid him gently down on his back. While they all watched in astonishment, she flattened herself between his legs, nosing right into his crotch. Here she had an excellent view of everything. His parts, of course, were larger than Tod's, but still quite delicate and hairless. Grace felt a hot surge of arousal as she began to explore him.
The bumpy mouth of his anus was pink and pure-looking. She couldn't resist flicking it teasingly with her tongue, and when she did so, Bill sighed deeply and relaxed. Grace then worked the stiff tip of her tongue into the tiny clenched anal mouth, slowly but steadily probing into his pungent nether sheath.
"Awwwww!" Bill said. "That feels so good, Miss Martin! Awwwww, shit, yeah, stick your tongue in my ass!"
Grace inserted her tongue even farther, amazed at her own wicked eagerness. Somehow, the more excited Bill got, the more it excited her. Her tongue was in him all the way to its roots now, and the boy was squealing and writhing with delight. His plump rosy balls rested right on her nose, and she could feel them trembling and swelling.
Meanwhile Bill's brothers were growing a little envious of the attention he was getting. Tod was too played out to do much but watch and be jealous, but Jon, seething with horniness, decided to get in on the act. The way Grace was lying, on her belly with her legs hanging over the side of the bed, Jon had easy access to her buttocks. Mischievously he kneaded them and pried open the plump crack to look at her small brown anal opening. With burning curiosity, he insinuated a fingertip into the tight bumpy mouth, working his finger rapidly into the clinging moist depths of her asshole. Grace moaned loudly, signaling her pleasure, and he felt her anal muscles gripping his finger, trying to draw him in even deeper.
All this interesting activity revived Tod's energy fast. He scooted off the bed and went to see just what Jon was doing. "Wow," he said wonderingly, "does she really like that, for you to stick your finger up her asshole?"
"You bet she does!" Jon said. "Watch this!" He began working his finger stiffly in her bumhole, and Grace moaned and gurgled and thrust her ass up to meet his probing movements.
"I wanta try it!" cried Tod.
"Sure, go ahead." Jon drew his finger out with a loud plop, and Tod quickly inserted his thumb, wanting to do a good job of it. Grace's sensual moans told him she liked it.
Jon meanwhile fumbled beneath his brother's hand and found her vagina. He wondered if it was as hot and juicy as it had been that afternoon. Slipping a finger inside, he found that it was, and that Grace liked being probed here, too. For good measure, he added two more fingers, pumping rapidly, and he felt her burning cream flooding all over his hand, her vaginal muscles tightening appreciatively.
Grace still had her tongue lodged deep in Bill's tight little asshole, and so she could only gurgle her joy as she suddenly experienced a body-wrenching orgasm. Their fingers had brought her off with amazing speed. In a way she was ashamed, but she was also glad. Now that her need had been satisfied, she might regain her self-control.
She was wrong. To her horror and astonishment, this orgasm only made her want another one. This had never happened to her before. But perhaps if the boys probed her just a little longer, but there was no chance. Bill was suddenly making demands.
"Oh, man, Miss Martin, my cock's so hard now, it hurts! Please fuck me, please, now!" he yelled.
Tod and Jon removed their fingers from her, stepping back and clearing the way for action. Grace started to protest, but the eager Bill was already clumsily mounting her, rolling her over and easing himself onto her cushiony body.
It was ludicrous. His head came only to her tits, and his slim pelvis seemed dwarfed between her wide white thighs. Grace felt rather ridiculous lying beneath this half-grown boy, but of course she couldn't disappoint him now. It would be too cruel.
"Oh, Jesus, where is it?" Bill whined, jabbing hard but ineffectually between her legs with his rock-hard little prick. "I can't find your cunt!"
Sighing, Grace reached down, fumbled for his cock, and guided it to the right place. This was the final depravity, she felt, having to initiate the act herself. But Bill didn't mind. As his stiff little penis slid for the first time into the incredible heat and slickness of a vagina, he moaned his delight and began to hump her like an eager little dog, panting and snarling.
"Ah, ah, AH, UHHHH!" he gasped. "Yeah, yeah, great, ahhhh. Aw, shit! I slipped out!"
It was frustrating for both of them. Bill was embarrassed, and Grace, who was just beginning to enjoy it, realized that she would have to work to keep him inside her, his cock was just too short for the job.
Sighing, she inserted him again, then wrapped her legs tightly around him. "There, darling," she purred, "now you can't fall out."
The tiny cock jumped and stabbed inside her, and though it wasn't very long, it was plenty stiff enough to give her intense pleasure. She held Bill tight to her heaving tits and jammed her pussy hard against him, seeking all the friction she could get. But just as she thought she might be able to cum, Bill gave a loud gasp and began shooting his load.
"Oh, wow, I'm cumming!" he shrieked. "Man, oh, man! AAggghhhhh!"
Hot little spurts of boyish cum stung her vagina, and Grace felt gladness for the boy, but she herself was left unsatisfied. Bill humped crazily until his cock was drained and limp, then rolled off her to lie panting on the bed.
"I wanta try it! I wanta try it!" Tod was yelling, jumping up and down with eagerness. To everyone's astonishment, his tiny white prick was quite stiff and erect again. No sooner had Bill rolled off her, than Tod boldly scrambled onto the bed and wiggled between her legs.
"Hey, damn it!" cried Jon, his patience at an end. "That's not fair! You already had a turn, Tod, it's my turn now!"
Tod didn't even hear him, he was so busy burrowing between her thighs, trying to poke his stiff little peter into the right place. Grace caught Jon's eye and said soothingly, "It won't take him long, dear."
"It never takes him long," Bill agreed. "Don't worry, Jon, he'll shoot right away."
With some difficulty, Jon restrained himself from pulling his little brother off the bed and belting him. Damn it anyhow, why did his kid brothers have to tag along in whatever he did? He wanted Miss Martin desperately, and he wanted her all to himself.
He had one consolation, though: Tod was doing a lousy job. First he couldn't find her cunt, and then when he did, his cock wouldn't stay in. It was just too small. He and Miss Martin moaned with frustration, and Tod looked ready to cry. Jon couldn't help feeling smug. Only his cock was big enough for the job!
Grace felt desperate. She didn't want to disappoint Tod, and she didn't want to be left high and dry, either! Her lust had grown so powerful that she experienced an insane desire to pull all the boys into her arms, to enjoy them all at once. If only it were possible! And then she gasped as a wicked idea came to her. It WAS possible!
"Tod, darling," she gasped, "wait a moment! I have an idea!"
Gently she lifted the panting boy off her body, then got onto her hands and knees, her plump white buttocks spread wide. "There's a tighter place for you, dear," she crooned crazily. "Put your peter in my ass!"
She wasn't afraid. If Tod's thumb had felt so good in there, his tiny prick ought to feel even better. The boys gawked as she made her request, and Tod got behind her hesitantly, unsure whether he wanted to do this strange thing.
"Aw, go on!" Jon urged excitedly. "Stick it in! It might be fun!"
With his big brother's prompting, Tod gritted his teeth and placed the tiny red tip of his cock at the bumpy brown mouth of her asshole. He pushed, and with a loud plop his stiff little penis sank into her bumhole, all the way to his swollen balls. Instantly his hesitancy vanished. He flushed hotly and sighed.
"Ohhhhh, it feels good!" he gasped.
"Then fuck me, darling," Grace urged hoarsely, "just like you saw your brothers do!"
Tod willingly obeyed, working his small rod swiftly in and out of her clinging pungent hole. He squealed with delight. Grace shuddered: the pleasure was even greater than she'd dreamed. But this was only the first step in her wild plan!
"Now, Jon, darling," she gasped, "you crawl underneath me and fuck me in the regular way!"
"Oh, wow, will I!" Jon cried delightedly.
He sprang onto the bed, slipped beneath Grace's writhing body, and managed to work his stiff teenage penis into her wet welcoming cunt. The double penetration, of both ass and cunt, felt so good to Grace that she loudly screeched her pleasure. Her enormous tits dangled down, swaying heavily with her movements, and Jon couldn't resist playing with them even as he balled her, adding to her pleasure and his.
"Ohhhh, this is lovely!" squealed Grace. The brothers were working in the same rhythm now, jamming their cocks into her at exactly the same moment, and with each stiff stuffing she creamed hotly and shrieked happily.
"Hey," said Bill gloomily, "what about me? I'm the only one who's left out!"
Grace flashed him a hot glance. "But, darling," she said,. "you're not left out! I saved a special place for you, my mouth!"
Bill wasn't slow on the uptake. In an instant he was kneeling in front of her, offering his half-erect prick, and Grace greedily sucked it into her mouth, subjecting it to hard, fast suction. Then, at last, her ^diabolical plan was complete, she was being fucked in every possible orifice, and it was even more exciting than she'd dreamed! As the three young brothers pounded their pricks into her ass, cunt, and mouth, she nearly fainted with delight, and she knew that never again would she have an erotic experience quite like this one, never again would she feel so completely fulfilled. It occurred to her that she had deflowered three young boys in one day, that she had evilly introduced them to the most perverse experiences, and that her soul was certainly damned. Yet it didn't seem to matter any more. She was lost, hopelessly lured by the pleasures of sex, and she would never be the same woman after tonight.
Those damned kids! Simon Grover awoke from a sound sleep to the noise of giggling, squealing, and romping. Angrily he switched on the bedside lamp and saw that it was nearly eleven, long past the boys' bedtime. What the hell did they think they were doing? They knew how strict he was about such things. But what bugged him most was, they were keeping him awake. After two days of hard lovemaking and strenuous physical work on the ranch, Grover was exhausted. He would have liked very much to have gone to Miss Martin's room again that evening, for he had discovered that no matter how much she protested and fought, eventually she liked making love and always gave him a great lay. But he was simply too tired. A good long sleep, he decided, and he'd be ready for action again. But how the hell was he going to sleep, with the kids making all that racket?
Cursing, Grover got out of bed and put on his robe. There were going to be a few butts tanned tonight, that was for sure! He loved his sons, but he did not tolerate disobedience. He picked up a strong leather belt and went into the hall, then listened again. He wasn't quite sure which bedroom the noises were coming from.
Probably Bill's room. He wasn't sure why, but the boys tended to congregate there. Grover walked quietly down the hall and opened Bill's door, intending to catch his sons by surprise. But the room was empty.
Following the giggling noises again, he opened Tod's door and found no one there. The same thing happened when he stepped into Jon's room, yet the maddening giggling and romping noises went on and on. What the hell? What kind of trick was this? Grover was madder than ever.
Suddenly it dawned on him that there was only one room left. He stood quite still in the hallway and listened again. Yes, the noises were coming from Miss Martin's room. It was obvious now, but he hadn't noticed it before, because it seemed impossible that the stern, prim housekeeper would tolerate such loud revelry in her presence, late at night or at any other time. Puzzled, the big man strode to Miss Martin's door, knelt, and looked through the keyhole.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaimed hoarsely.
He must have knelt there for a full minute before he credited the evidence of his eyes. It just didn't seem possible. Of all the women he had ever known in his fifty years, Grace Martin was the most repressed, the most reserved, the most repelled by the very thought of sex. And yet there she was, lying naked on her bed, letting his three sons fuck every orifice in her body. The slut! What a load of shit she'd been feeding him! Pretending to be modest, religious, virtuous, pretending that only brute force could make her submit to sex! When in fact she was nothing more than a nymphomaniac, so sex-crazy that she'd do it with little boys, three of them at once!
Grover wanted to run into the room and beat the woman senseless. But a sudden thought held him back. What if she hadn't been lying after all? What if the boys had forced her? The way she was positioned on the bed, smothered in small wriggling bodies, it was impossible to judge whether she was enjoying it or just submitting to it. And if it was a case of triple rape, he and his sons were in big trouble. Grover decided to wait and see what policy was called for, punishment or diplomacy.
As he watched through the keyhole, he couldn't help grinning. Those little farts, they were certainly surprising him! He'd never guessed they were even interested in girls yet, and here they were taking on a grown woman and doing a damned good job of it, too! He could read their intense pleasure from the expressions on their faces, and he well understood their need. It would be hard to punish them for something like this.
Suddenly Bill gave a piercing squeal, and Grover could tell from the rapid jerking of his hips that he was cumming. He shot his load and flopped back on the bed, his small cock limp and dripping. Now that Miss Martin's mouth wasn't full, she began to make some noises, too. As Tod and Jon continued to hump furiously in her ass and cunt, she moaned loudly and shrieked like a crazy woman.
"Oh, yes, boys!" she wailed. "Fuck me, ball me, screw me as hard as you can! I love it, I LOVE FT! AAAHHHHH!"
As he watched her shamelessly screeching her pleasure in the convulsions of orgasm, Grover felt all his anger returning. This sure as hell was no rape! This lying bitch had intentionally seduced his boys, all the time presenting another face to Grover. Well, she would pay for it! He waited until Tod and Jon had cum, too, not wanting to ruin their fun, and then he threw open the door and strode into the room.
Miss Martin and the boys looked terrified. The boys saw the leather belt in his hand, and Jon cried, "It's all my fault, Dad! Don't punish the others!"
"I'm not going to punish you, boys," Grover replied grimly. "But I think Miss Martin owes me a few explanations."
"Oh, God!" moaned Grace. What could she say? She was ruined now! Whatever vengeance Grover took, it was bound to be terrible.
In fact it was far worse than she thought. Grinning evilly, the big man said, "You sure do like to fuck, don't you, Miss Martin? Well, I got a real treat for you. I know just what a woman like you needs. Jon, go get Nosy!"
Grace gasped. Nosy was their pet German shepherd.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I know what you need, baby," Simon Grover said, "some dog cock! You've tried everything else, after all. You're probably bored just doing it with me and the kids. Nosy should be a real change of pace for you."
"Oh, God, please!" sobbed Grace. "Don't say things like that to me! I know I've done wrong, but I'm not like that!"
"Oh, no?" Grover asked coldly. "Would a normal woman let a twelve-year-old kid do it to her in the ass? Would she have to have three partners at a time?" He sighed deeply, "Lady, I have to admit, you sure fooled me for awhile. I believed all that crap of yours, about you being so modest and decent and God-fearing. But not any more. Now I know what you really are, a no-good whore!"
Grace buried her face in the pillows. There was nothing more to say to this man. She wanted to die of shame. And the worst part of it was, most of what he said about her was true! Once introduced to sex, it seemed as if she simply couldn't get enough, that her overpowering lust would make her submit to any bizarre encounter. But a dog? Good God, no! Grover had to be kidding. People didn't really do it with dogs, it was just a fiction. He probably just wanted to frighten her.
The bedroom door opened, and Jon came in leading the huge German shepherd. "Here's Nosy, Dad," he said. "What do you want him for?"
"You'll see," Grover replied grimly. He walked over and began to pet the dog, which licked his face. "Now, Nosy, old boy, we've got a real treat for you! You won't have to chase those scrawny neighbor dogs any more, now that we've got Miss Martin here. Come on, boy."
He led the dog over to the bed where Grace lay hiding her face in the pillows. She felt the bed sagging as someone crawled up beside her, but she didn't move. She knew they would abuse her in some manner, but hoped that her lack of response would make them give up sooner than if she showed resistance. Rough hands-Grover's for sure-separated her legs, and then she felt hot breath on her vulva. Oh, God, what were they going to do?
The stiff hot licking began on the mouth of her anus and worked down over her vaginal opening to her clit and back again. It was delicious. She loved to be licked there, but never had it been done to her so well as now, the tongue slick and busy, seeming to stimulate and explore all her sensitive parts at once. Involuntarily she opened her legs just a little wider, but otherwise she managed not to signal her intense pleasure. She wouldn't give Grover that satisfaction! After the cruel things he had said to her, he now sought to arouse her, to make a fool of her again. Well, wonderful as it felt, she wasn't going to play his game! The stiff hot tongue slipped into her cunt, and she stifled a moan of pleasure. But, oh, God, it felt so good.
With her eyes closed and her face hidden, Grace could not see the unusual scene taking place in her room. Simon Grover had had only to lead the big dog to her. Nosy eagerly did the rest. Smelling her strong female scents, aroused by her hours of lovemaking, the dog crawled straight for the source of the odors, her moist exposed vulva. He began to lick her there, lapping up her abundant cream and the spent boy-cum that dribbled from her vagina. The big dog shivered with excitement, and the hair stood up on his body as Grace's powerful scents awakened the deepest of his primitive instincts. Even more powerful than the urge to fight, to hunt, or to protect his territory was the dog's sexual instinct, the urge to reproduce his kind. The heady smells issuing from between the woman's legs awakened this response in Nosy, but he wasn't sure quite how to satisfy the urge with a human female. So he began by tasting.
Simon Grover stood beside the bed watching the scene with a cold smile. He knew his pet's powerful lusts, and he hoped the dog would carry through, that Grace would get the punishment he felt she deserved. He could never forgive her for deceiving him and seducing his young sons. He wanted to give her a lesson she'd never forget. Come on, Nosy, he thought urgently, come on, boy! Treat her like the bitch she is!
But Grover's three sons felt no spirit of revenge. Perhaps their feelings were even worse, so far as Grace was concerned. To them she was only an instrument of pleasure, a female body to receive their newly-awakened lusts. They ignored her crying and watched in deep delight as Nosy licked her cunt. Man, oh, man, this was going to be some show! Wouldn't Miss Martin be pissed when she discovered who was licking her?
Inevitably, Tod was full of questions. "Dad," he began, "what's he-"
Grover turned quickly to the boy, put a finger to his lips, and winked. Reluctantly Tod stayed quiet. So his Dad wanted to surprise Miss Martin, but how? Tod only knew that the new housekeeper was a compulsively tidy person, and that she was going to be sore as hell when she found Nosy's muddy paw marks all over her bedspread.
Bill and Jon had a slightly better idea of what their father was trying to do. But if he pulled it off, they decided, it would be the trick of the year. They'd seen Nosy fucking other dogs-he liked to do that well enough-but could he actually be persuaded to do it with a woman? Bill and Jon grinned wickedly at the idea and prayed it would work. Boy, would Miss Martin be in for a shock!
The big German shepherd licked and guzzled noisily in her cunt, but Grace lay quite still, much to the disappointment of her audience. The stunning pleasure was making her breathe with difficulty, and she longed to writhe and moan her delight, but she was determined to thwart Simon Grover in whatever wicked plan he had. The trouble was, he knew her too well! He had used his tongue on her before, and he knew just what she liked. Now he was giving the performance of his life, but she'd be damned if she'd let him know that!
The long stiff tongue-Grace assumed it was Grover's-inched its way deep into her cunt, and she helplessly creamed all around it. Instantly it licked furiously to get all the cream. My God, the man was a devil! When it had reamed her cunt thoroughly, the tongue withdrew and snaked instead into her anus. It was too much for Grace.
"Ahhhhh!" she whined. With her tight asshole full of slick squirming tongue, she could no longer hold back her moans of joy.
Simon Grover and his sons exchanged grins. They watched delightedly as Miss Martin began to churn and buck her hips in time to the dog's thrusts in her anus. Grover rejoiced inwardly: the slut was responding, just as he'd hoped! Now if only Nosy would complete the job!
The big dog was almost frantic with lust by now. He had located and tasted the source of all those delicious smells, but he was no closer to finding relief for his instinctive needs. He shivered violently, and from his furry belly Grover and the boys could see his canine penis beginning to appear, deep red and naked and gleaming. It lengthened slowly, descending below him, till a full eight inches showed, enormously thick and stiff. His black balls swelled and tightened. Grover and his sons could not suppress gasps of amazement.
The animal's genitals were huge, bigger than a man's.
And the dog was obviously ready for action. Grover just had to help him, it would be too awful if this opportunity was lost. Stepping up close to Nosy, Grover patted him and led him farther between Grace's widely parted legs.
"On your hands and knees!" he barked to Grace.
The swooning woman obeyed. If that would give her more pleasure, she was willing to do it. She wondered if Grover would fuck her now, from behind. She didn't care what position he did it in, so long as he took care of her. But she only intended to use him. She would let him fuck her, let him give her the orgasm she so desperately needed, but she would show no sign of enjoying it. Grover's revenge would be spoiled!
Grace waited on her hands and knees, her bright red wet slit completely exposed and accessible. Grover grinned evilly and patted the shivering dog.
"Mount, boy!" he shouted.
Instantly the huge German shepherd understood and obeyed. Leaping onto Grace's back and embracing her tightly with his forepaws, the animal dug his enormous stiff canine cock into the tender folds of her vulva, seeking out her cunt. The vicious slams of his hard penis brought him inevitably to the spot, and with one mighty panting thrust, he succeeded in penetrating her half the length of his great gleaming prick.
"UHHHHHH!" gasped Grace. She was stuffed so full she could hardly breathe. She knew something was wrong. Grover's shouted command, the sudden furry embrace. Oh, God, no, it just couldn't be! Nervously Grace twisted her head and looked around, then almost fainted. Dear God! Grover hadn't been kidding! The big dog was on her, fucking her!
"Ohhhhh, NO!" she shrieked hysterically. "Not this! For God's sake, help me! Get him off me!"
But there was no mercy from her audience. While Grover stood and watched with grim satisfaction, the three boys jumped up and down and clapped their hands with delight. It was the greatest show they'd ever seen! Stern old Miss Martin getting it from a dog! Too much!
"Go, Nosy, go!" Jon said. "Give it to her!"
"Yeah, boy!" Bill said. "Get that big ol' cock in there!"
"Will she have puppies?" Tod asked, but no one answered. They were all too absorbed in the scene.
Nosy was doing his job whole-heartedly now, working his enormously long and thick penis in and out of Grace's narrow cunt in quick deep jabs. His tail wagged happily, and his long red tongue lolled out as he panted, dripping hot saliva on her writhing back. His fat cock so thoroughly stuffed her vagina that her juices were forced out in a lewd loud squishing noise, which added to the merriment of her audience.
Steadily, pushing and panting, the frantic dog managed to work all of his enormous cock into her vagina. Grace didn't know whether she was experiencing pain or pleasure. At first she didn't think she could take in a penis that size, but once penetration was complete and she hadn't torn, she began to relax a little. Really, she could survive. It wasn't much different from a human prick except in being larger and moving faster. But, dear God, the humiliation of it! She wanted to die of shame. Never would she forget turning around and seeing that grinning dog on top of her, seeing the leering faces of Grover and his sons as they watched! Her degradation was complete now. She couldn't possibly sink any lower than this.
The dog panted louder and louder, and the stiff friction of his huge penis in her narrow cunt was getting to Grace at last. In spite of her horror, in spite of everything, it felt damnably good to be stuffed so full of cock, to be balled so vigorously and fast. She began to cream again, making his passage slicker, and she failed to hold back her sighs and moans of pleasure.
"Ahhhhh!" she whined, clawing the bed, banging her ass against the furry belly to meet every deep thrust. "Ahhhhh, my God!"
Grover felt wicked satisfaction in watching her. It was just as he'd said, she'd do it with anybody and anything. Yet at the same time he felt a dizzying surge of lust in his loins. Much as he despised the woman, he wanted her. So why not have her? As soon as Nosy was through. Silently Grover slipped out of his robe and stood naked. But his sons noticed, casting him awed and envious sidelong glances. His great prick was stiff and ready, and his sons wished that someday they, too, could possess a tool like that. Grover, oblivious of their worship, had eyes only for Grace and the dog. The slut! Look at the way she was enjoying it!
She knew she would feel dreadful afterward, remembering these obscene words, but somehow she couldn't hold them back. Orgasm began to ripple deep in her cunt, and the muscles of her vagina tightened around Nosy's pounding prick, holding it in here, squeezing it. The dog yelped joyfully, and then Grace felt a mammoth sizzling gush of cum as the animal sprayed her womb. She gasped and fell to the bed, panting and moaning. Nosy finished the job with a few short thrusts, then withdrew from her instantly, as dogs will. He licked appreciatively between her legs, then leaped off the bed and went to a corner of the room to lie down and rest.
"Good boy!" said Simon. Sneering at the quivering woman, he said, "Well, Miss Martin, tell us all about it! How did it feel, getting fucked by a dog? We could see how much you enjoyed it."
"Oh, please...." whimpered Grace. Why must he taunt her? Hadn't she been punished enough?
"Yes, sir," continued Grover, ignoring her distress, "you really loved it, we could tell." He sat down on the edge of the bed and gave her ass a resounding slap. "Well, little lady, I got wonderful news for you. You get to do it with Nosy any time you want to. We won't be jealous, will we, boys?" A chorus of giggles greeted this question. "No, sir, you just fuck any dogs you want, Miss Martin," Grover went on wickedly. "Of course, you've gotta fuck us, too. We'll make that part of your duties. I'll even raise your salary a little, say, twenty dollars a month. That's about right for a cheap lay."
Grace could endure no more. Turning on him angrily, she hissed, "You go to hell, Grover! I won't stay here under these conditions! I won't be your whore!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You already are. Just think how nice it'd work out for all of us. Me an' the boys would get it regular, and you'd have a lot of fun. I don't see anything to get upset about, Miss Martin."
"You animal!" she cried.
His face darkened. "Lady, if I'm an animal, you're something a lot worse. And you know it."
Grace sobbed helplessly. There was a great deal of humiliating truth in his words, but at the same time she felt she was not really evil, that she had not done anything to hurt anybody. She had only been the victim of her own pent-up needs, of forty-two years of sexual starvation, and no one had been damaged by it. Indeed, they had all of them gotten a great deal of pleasure from her body. It was unfair of him to punish her like this. But she knew she couldn't make him understand.
"Oh, leave me alone!" she wept. "Let me rest now! I've been through enough for one night."
"Uh-uh," said Grover with menacing softness. "I haven't got mine yet, remember? You gotta take care of the boss, then we'll let you sleep."
Grace knew there was no point in arguing. He would only force her. The last thing she wanted right now was Grover's out-sized prick in her raw, raked cunt, but she sighed and opened her legs. Best just to get it over with.
"No, not that way," said Grover impatiently. "I want you on your hands and knees, just like with Nosy."
Grace sobbed and obeyed. It didn't matter how he did it to her, if only he came quickly and then they all went away and left her alone. She needed to think, needed to calm her seething emotions. There had to be some way out of this nightmare, but with Grover and the boys in the room, she just couldn't think.
Grover roughly spread her legs and knelt between them, kneading and stroking her big white buttocks. His enormous cock wagged stiffly from its thick forest of black pubic curls, the tip dark purple and oozing cream. Grace didn't know it, but he was about to take the cruellest revenge of all. He had been planning it for some minutes now, gloating over the idea. He would make the bitch howl, all right! Now he contemplated her tiny brown anus, wondering if in fact his bloated tool would fit inside it. Well, he'd make it fit! He didn't care how she protested. To fool her and keep her passive, he rubbed the creaming tip of his cock against the quaking mouth of her vagina. Then suddenly he fitted the tip to her tiny bumhole and pushed with all his great strength.
"AAAGGHHHH!" shrieked Grace.
Terrible pain wracked her body as Simon Grover forced his thick rock-hard penis into her tiny nether passage. She knew she couldn't take it and live. She began to fight, twisting and kicking, trying to escape his impalement.
"Hold her, boys!" Simon shouted.
The three boys hurried to his side and grabbed Grace by the shoulders, holding her firmly in place.
"Oh, please!" she wept. "You don't understand! He's too big for me, he'll hurt me! Please!"
There was no response on the three young faces. Grace knew once and for all that she hadn't the dignity of a fellow human being in their minds. She was only a machine, a source of pleasure, and these callous young males would use her body mercilessly, just as their father was doing. No one was going to help her, and if she didn't get away from this terrible place, she could expect nothing but brutality in the future. Screaming, sobbing, she struggled as hard as she could, but it was no use. The boys held her too firmly, she was not going to escape.
Grover, sweating and cursing now, again fitted the thick hard head of his cock to her tiny asshole and pushed. Grace fainted, she wasn't sure for how long, perhaps a minute. When she came to again, Grover had fully penetrated her, his long thick penis lying stiff and hard in her colon all the way to the root. Pain was replaced by unbelieving shock and numbness as he steadily reamed her, his thick shaft emerging brown-stained with every thrust.
"Awwwww, Jesus!" he whined. "She's so tight in there! Christ! AWWWWW!"
His sons watched enviously, wishing they were in his place, wishing they had a tool his size. But they were consoled by the fact that there'd be plenty of fun with Miss Martin in the future. Hadn't Dad said so? Hadn't be commanded her to stay on and do whatever they wanted?
The fit of her clinging colon was so tight and hot that Grover couldn't hold out for long. With a thunderous bellow, he began to jerk his hips fiercely and shoot his cum into her bowels. It stung her raked tissues, and Grace howled with renewed pain, but he didn't relent. She was sure her anus would tear, he was pounding her so cruelly, but at last, to her great relief, she felt his prick shrinking and withdrawing.
"Oh, Christ!" Grover gasped, slapping her hard on the buttocks. "That's one game I intend to repeat, believe me! There never was a cunt as tight as that little shithole of yours, baby!"
"Can we do it to her, too, Dad?" Bill asked eagerly. "Tod got to, but Jon and I didn't."
"Sure, son," Grover said, "you can do it to her any place you like, but not tonight. It's getting pretty late, and we've got to get up and tend the ranch just like always. But tomorrow night we'll all have some more fun with Miss Martin."
"And Nosy, too?" squeaked Tod. "Why, sure, son," Grover replied indulgently. "Nosy's part of the family, isn't he?"
Grace kept her face buried in the pillows as Grover called softly for the dog and all of them left her room. She imagined how the future would be if she stayed at the Grover ranch, but there was just no question of doing so. All the money in the world wouldn't make her live that kind of life. But money was, nevertheless, the problem. She had perhaps twenty dollars in her purse, and that was the sum of her wealth. If she waited till the end of the month when Grover paid her, she would have enough to return to New York. Yet she knew she couldn't endure it that long. All right, so she only had twenty dollars. That would get her as far as the next city, she could get a temporary job there and save more money. Yes, that was much better than staying here and being the sexual slave of Grover and his sons!
Inspired by her decision, Grace leaped energetically off the bed, dragged out her suitcase, and started to the closet for her clothes. Just then the bedroom door swung open, and there stood Grover, scowling at her.
"I thought you might try something like this," he growled, "but you can forget it! You're staying here! I'm not gonna let go of a good deal like this!"
"You have nothing to say about it, Mr. Grover!" she cried. "I'm not your prisoner!"
"Oh, yes you are, baby," he hissed. "I intend to see to it!"
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room. Grace cried and protested, but he was far too strong for her. At the end of the hall, he pushed her into a closet and slammed the door shut. She could hear the lock turning.
"Pleasant dreams, Miss Martin," he said dryly. "I'll let you out to cook breakfast."
When his footsteps had faded away, Grace tried the knob, but it was no use. She was locked in. Then she noticed very faint light coming from the back of the closet. Pushing her way through the hanging clothes, she discovered a small window, and through it she could dimly see the moon. The window was tiny, but she thought she could just squeeze through it. It took some work to get it open, more work to ease her broad hips through the narrow frame, but she made it. She found herself on the roof of the front porch. There was perhaps a fifteen foot drop to the ground, but the grass below was thick and soft, and she wasn't hurt.
Fine, she thought, now what do I do? She was stark naked, she hadn't a dime on her, and it was the middle of the night. She had an awful choice. She could either run away just as she was, hoping no one would mistake her for a maniac on the loose, or she could risk going back into the house for some clothes and money. Then she remembered: Grover was a fanatic about locking up for the night, checking all the doors and windows. There was no way she could get back into the house even if she wanted to.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Deputy Sheriff Roy Higgins tooled along the dark lonely country road in the cruiser, listening to the radio, yawning, and wishing he was back in town. He was horny as a bullfrog in spring time, and there was a cute little blonde waitress at the drive-in who just might be persuaded.
Oh, hell, what was the point of kidding himself? He was nearly fifty, he had a paunch, and his hair was getting pretty thin on top. Compared to all the young guys in town, he didn't stand a chance with the waitress. He didn't stand a chance with any woman except Rita, the obese middle-aged proprietress of the truck-stop cafe, who'd take on anything in pants. Deputy Higgins visited Rita about once a week, out of desperation. All the other women in town were too young, married, or so old that they'd forgotten how.
Deputy Higgins liked his job, and he liked living in a small town, but ever since his wife had run off with a traveling salesman two years ago, he'd lived in a hell of sexual frustration. Sure, he could get it off with Rita, but it was like masturbating into a giggling whale. He wanted a pretty woman, a woman who excited him as much as he excited her. Only where was he going to find one, out here in the sticks?
Higgins lit a cigarette and turned the radio up a little louder, hoping to distract himself. No good. Smoking put him into an even more sensual mood, and the radio was blaring some country western song about longing for love. Angrily he switched it off, rolled down his window, and tossed the cigarette away. Might as well just face up to it. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, and there was nothing he could do about it except pull over and jack off into the bushes. But his sense of duty wouldn't let him leave the patrol car even for that long. And his shift still had four hours to run.
Turning into a long straight stretch of road near the Grover ranch, Higgins had a sudden hallucination. Far down the road, but not so far that he couldn't make out details, a naked woman was running toward him. She was a tall, busty, beautiful woman, her dark hair swinging loose, her enormous breasts flopping and swaying as she ran. She saw him, she was calling out to him and waving to HIM, Higgins. It was the answer to every horny fantasy he'd ever had on these long nights of patrol.
"Jesus Christ," muttered Higgins.
He knew he must be in bad shape to start seeing things like that. Maybe he was going nuts. He stopped the car at the side of the road and waited for the vision to go away. Jesus, if the chief heard about this! He had to get hold of himself, shake himself into reality.
But the woman kept coming. In the headlights of the prowl car, she got closer and closer and more beautiful to Higgins. All his life he'd dreamed of seeing a pair of knockers like that, enormous but firm and perfectly shaped. He could see her little dark patch of pussy fur, too, and he felt his cock getting harder than he'd dreamed possible. He found himself praying that the hallucination would go on for a while, just a moment longer.
It did. The woman came panting to the side of the car, and then she spoke to him: "Oh, thank God, a policeman! Will you please help me?"
That was when Higgins realized he wasn't dreaming. This gorgeous creature was for real, and she was in trouble.
"Of course, ma'am!" he said quickly, opening the door. "But you'd better get in here and let me give you a blanket. It's mighty cold out there, even if it is summer."
Grace sobbed with relief. She let Higgins help her into the patrol car and wrap a warm blanket around her. He was such a kind, gentle man, she thought. All her life she had been hostile to men, seeing all of them as threats to her virtue, never giving them a chance to prove that they could be anything else but evil-minded. It had taken the experience with Simon Grover, and then meeting this kindly law officer, to show her that all men weren't alike.
Higgins turned on the car heater and gave Grace a cup of hot coffee from his Thermos. "Now, ma'am," he said soothingly, "you tell me all about it. What's the trouble?"
Grace quickly sobbed out her story, how she had taken the job at the Grover place, only to be led into a series of bizarre sexual escapades. Blushing and stammering, she even told how Grover had forced her to have relations with a dog.
"That sonofabitch!" gasped Deputy Higgins. "Well, he won't get away with this, Miss Martin, not if I have anything to say about it! We'll go over there right now and arrest him!"
Grace laid a timid hand on his arm. "No, wait, Deputy Higgins. I'm not sure that's the best thing to do." It was hard for her to say the rest of it, but she felt she must follow her conscience. "It wasn't entirely his fault, at least that the boys got involved. I don't think any of them should be punished. Perhaps that's letting Grover off too easy, but the boys need him. I don't want to break up their family. No, I think the best thing would be if you'd go over there tomorrow, speak to Grover privately, and give him a warning. Just so this doesn't happen to some other poor woman! I only want you to pick up my clothes and my money. I don't want revenge."
Higgins looked at her wonderingly. "You're some woman, you know that? After what you've been through. You sure you don't want me to arrest that bastard?"
Grace hung her head. "I guess I haven't made you understand. After that first night, after Grover raped me. Oh, God, I enjoyed it! I wanted to do it, with him and the boys! It was wicked, it was contrary to all my beliefs, but I just couldn't control myself! I aided and abetted them, that's what I'm trying to say! Oh, God, I'm so ashamed!"
Higgins held the sobbing woman and patted her clumsily. She smelled good, and her skin was very soft. He found himself envying Simon Grover all those wild nights.
"Now, look," he said, "there's nothing to be ashamed about. You're a normal woman, that's all. From what you've told me, you waited a long time to have sex, and it's no wonder you went on kind of a spree at first. But you'll settle down. You'll find one good man to take care of you, and that's all you'll need. Hell, you're no different from anybody else!"
She looked up at him gratefully. "Oh, Deputy Higgins, that's so kind of you! You've made me feel so much better!"
"Call me Roy," he said huskily. "And I'm not being kind, I'm just telling you the truth. You're beautiful, you'll find somebody."
"Roy, that's so good of you." She put her hand on his lap and discovered a fierce erection. Far from being alarmed, she smiled. It made her feel good to know that she could arouse a fine man like Higgins. What would it be like to have a man like him, a decent person, a man who wasn't heartless and sadistic like Grover? Grace realized that she'd gotten off to a bad start, that her whole idea of sex had been distorted. Really, it could be wonderful, it could be the best thing in life, if you were in love with your partner.
She rubbed her hand teasingly over the hard ridge of his crotch. "Why, Roy!" she said. "Did I do that?"
"You sure as hell did!" he said easing her down onto the seat of the prowl car. "Miss Martin, you are the most beautiful thing I ever saw! Forgive me-"
"For what?" she said. And as she quickly unzipped his fly, she added, "By the way, call me Grace."
