Chapter 1

Nick Brady sat on his front porch sipping at a cold beer, and watching the young girl struggle with her heavy bag. She was pretty. A lot prettier than he'd expected. Her youthful melon tits bounced freely under her simple short skirt. She wore no stockings but her legs still looked firm. Her reddish hair had come undone and hung to her waist.

"Yes sir." he said out loud. "I'm going to enjoy having her around the place."

She looked exhausted as she dropped her bag down at the edge of the steps and looked up at him.

"Mr. Brady?" she questioned.

"Uh-uh." he answered. "You the new housekeeper?"

"I'm Glenda Smith." she said proudly.

He didn't like the tone of her voice and he let his face show it.

"Let's get something straight." he said. "I'm taking you on here because your father begged me. He said he'd be bankrupt if he didn't have help. We made a deal. You belong to me for six months. So don't go answering me proud or you can turn your pretty tail around and go back to him."

"Oh no. sir." Glenda said quickly. This time she kept the pride out of her voice. "I'll try to do as you ask."

"You'll do it. girl." he said sternly. "One slip-up and the deal's off."

Nick finished off his beer with a couple of swallows.

"Go on inside." he said. "Martha's our cook. She'll show you your room."

Glenda looked down at the ground as she picked up her bag and walked up the porch. She saw his hand going into a cooler and coming out with another beer.

"You're going to like it here." Martha Taylor said, "as long as you do what you're told."

Glenda put her bag down on a dusty floor and looked around her new room. It wasn't much, a bed. a bedside table, and a lamp that didn't have a bulb. She walked over and peered in the bathroom door. She shuddered. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a year.

"It is pretty bad." Martha said. Martha was a heavy breasted, brunette with a kind face. "It won't take you long to clean things up. though."

"No." Glenda said. "I guess not."

"Are you scared?" Martha asked gently.

"Yes." Glenda admitted. "I suppose I am."

"Don't be." Martha said. "You just do like you're told and you'll be fine." Martha left the room and carefully shut the door behind her.

For the first time in two days Glenda was completely alone. She had been surrounded by her family just before she'd left to take the job. Then the folks on the bus. She felt tired and dirty. "Oh Poppa." she said softly. "I don't want to be here."

She knew she couldn't really blame things on her father. He had worked like a devil to make the farm work. But there were just too many bills and too much bad hick. And Nick Brady had no sympathy when he came to collect the back rent.

Glenda put her bag up on the bed and opened it. She went about the task of putting up her clothes.

Martha had told her that she was expected to be downstairs in a half hour so she had no time for a shower, but she didn't feel good in her dirty dress.

She pulled the skirt up over her head and dropped it on the bed. She wore a plain white bra and a pair of simple cotton panties. She was reaching for another dress when the door opened. "Well," Nick Brady said.

She pulled up her skirt to cover herself. She didn't like his leering grin as he walked toward her. He hadn't bothered to shut the door and that made her feel better. He wouldn't try anything with the door open.

"What you laying to cover it up for. girl?" he asked. "You know what kind of deal I made with your father. You know I'm going to see everything you got." He smacked his lips together and it was a sickening sound. She shut her eyes to keep from looking into his reddened, drunken face.

"Drop the dress." he commanded. "Drop it or I'm going to send you packing. You know what that will mean. Your father and mother and your whole damn family left with no place to go. So be nice to me. sugar. Be She might not have meant to drop the dress, but her fingers started trembling so badly that she couldn't hold it up. She dropped her hands listlessly to her sides. "Nice jugs." Nick said. "Real nice. You know. I been watching you every time I went out to your daddy's farm. I been watching you get ripe." He took her hand and made her turn around for him. as if she was on the auction block. "Nice ass. too." he said. "Nice and round. I bet it feels soft. Do the boys tell you it feels soft?"

There were tears stinging Glenda's eyes. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. but she couldn't help it. No man had ever talked to her as if he owned her. Nick laughed rudely. "You don't like it. do you?" he asked her. "You don't like old Nick looking at you. That's tough, cuz I'm going to do more than just look at you."

Before Glenda realized what was happening, he had grabbed her. He jerked her offher feet and pushed her down on the bed. He came down on top of her. She felt his hard body pressing against her everywhere. "You'd better make your kisses nice." he warned her. "I don't want to have to send you packing."

His thick lips closed over hers and she felt his fat tongue wiggle against her mouth. She couldn't stand it. She moved her head to the side laying to escape. "Damn you." he said softly. "I was just placing around a little, but you make me mad."

He grabbed a handful of her thick red hair and bent her head backwards. This time his mouth was rough and demanding as it pressed hotly against her own.

She beat at him futilely with her closed fists. To her surprise, he let her go.

"All right." he said, "if that's the way you want it. You pack your bags. Go back to Daddy. Tell him that I'll expect him to be off his place by noon Friday!"

He had dismissed her. He was buttoning up his shirt and walking to the door. Glenda suddenly knew that she couldn't let him walk out the door. She remembered her father's tired face. She remembered the way his voice broke when he told her that she was going to five with Nick Brady. She remembered her poor mama, and all the long hours the woman had to put up with.

Already her Mama looked twice her age. and another shock like leaving home would probably plant her in the ground.

"No." Glenda said. "Please don't go."

"You change your mind?" he asked her. "You going to quit fighting?"

"Yes." she told him.

"That's better." he said. This time he did shut the door, and she heard the click of the lock. Glenda thought it was the ugliest sound she'd ever heard. "How old are you?" he said, leering. "Sixteen." she answered.

"You've got a fine body for a sixteen-year-old girl." he said. "You've got a woman's body. You ever had a boy's cock in you?" She blushed a fierce red at his words. "No." she answered softly.

"Damn." he said. "I like that. I like everything about you. I was getting kind of tired of Martha. I mean, she really throws herself into a fuck, and she'd bark like a dog to keep her job. but the problem is she's getting old. I like them a little bit younger."

He walked back to the bed and sat down on the edge. He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed. "You sweet little thing." he said.

She shivered as his fingertips ran lightly over one of her legs. He stroked her from her knee back up to her shadowy dark triangle. He never touched her there, not in that place where no boy had ever touched. But each time he came awfully close.

"If you're going to live here." he said. "I'm going to have to get you some better clothes. Some sexy underthings."

This time he did touch her there and she had to fight to keep from jerking away.

"Spread your legs a Utile more." he said. "I want plenty of room to play with that pretty pussy."

She hated the feeling of being so helpless, but she forced open her legs a Utile more so that his hand could easily touch her.

He started running the tips of his fingers up and down the entrance to her pussy. He seemed to know just how to touch her so that she grew wet.

"How about that." he said. "The boys might have been missing your stuff but you know what it's all about."

His fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties and touched her soft flesh. She gave a cry as she felt his gentle fingers exploring her. She couldn't help the tingling that made her move her hips from side to side. "Take off your top. sugar." he said. "I want to see your tits. I want to see those fantastic looking peaks."

This time she didn't even hesitate as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off and freed her creamy globes to his hot. ogling eyes. She heard him sigh softly and his hand left her pussy. He stretched out beside her on the bed and his hot hand covered her breast. "Nice." he said softly. "You've got a fine feeling tit. I like your big nipples."

She felt her nipples grow even larger under the touch of his hand. Despite herself, she could feel a slight tingling at the base of her spine. She'd felt it before. She was a healthy country girl, and though she'd never had a boy. she had experimented with her fingers.

"Stop that." she begged.

"Oh no. honey." he said. "I'm just getting started!"

His hand moved to her other breast and men he was bending his head to her nipple.

"Oh no." she said, as she felt his hot mouth engulfing one of her nipples. He knew how to use his mouth and tongue to make her quiver.

She felt his tongue rolling over her hard nipple and then he was sucking more of her tender flesh into his hot mouth. He nibbled at her gently, as if she was some feast that had been prepared for him. "God. you taste sweet." he said softly. "I could eat on your tits all day long."

He took her hand and pressed it between them so that she could feel his bulging trousers. He kept her hand there in a fierce grip. "That's my meat." he said. "My big pecker. I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to slam it right up your virgin cunt."

"Please don't torture me like this." she said.

"I'm not. baby." he said. "I'm just telling you the good things that are going to happen to you."

His hand left hers but she didn't dare pull away. He pulled her into his arms so that her titties were mashed flat against his rough shirt. His hands dropped to cup her buttocks. "Feel it jumping, sugar?" he asked. "Do you feel my cock jumping? It's going crazy for you."

She moaned softly as his hands crept underneath her flimsy panties and touched bare flesh. She couldn't understand herself. She was sick about what was happening, and she could almost hate Nick Brady. Yet. he was making her feel all quivery inside, weak and feverish.

He peeled her panties off and she was completely naked. For the first time she felt a man's hand going between her legs from behind. He rubbed his finger along her juicy slit and laughed when he felt her responding by closing her legs.

"You innocent ones are all alike." he said, "a man gives you a taste of cock and you go crazy. Old Martha didn't like it when she came here. She'd been putting up with her old man fucking her. Hell, now she'd crawl ten miles on her hands and knees just to suck me off And you're going to be the same way!"

"No." she protested. "Never. I hate it. I hate you!"

"Sure, you do!"

He pushed her onto her back and he made her spread her legs wide. His fingertips traced her tits and down her belly to her bushy cunt. "Lots of covering." he said. "I like my women to have a hairy cunt."

She gasped as his finger searched until he found the opening to her cunt. Carefully, he parted her virgin cuntlips and his finger slipped into her tight opening. He pushed his finger up until he met the resistance of her hymen. "You are a virgin." he whispered. awestruck."God. it's been a long time."

He moved his finger all around the silky outside of her cunt until he had her wet all over. Then he pulled his fingers away and got to his knees between her legs. "What are you doing?" she asked in alarm.

"I've got to kiss that sweet honeypot. girl." he said. "I've got to get a little taste!"

"Oh no." she wailed, but nothing could prevent him from lowering his head between her creamy thighs.

She shivered as his wet lips nuzzled at her thighs, and his tongue licked at her. Then his face pressed closer and she could feel him actually sucking at her moist cunt hairs. It was not an unpleasant feeling except that it made her feel so ashamed.

"Noooooo." she wailed, as she felt his tongue parting her soft petals and slipping into her cunt. "Nooo. stop that. Please don't!"

His tongue was like a fiery dart entering her. He rolled his tongue around the entire edge of her cunt and sent wet shivers down her body. She clutched at his head but she couldn't find the strength she needed to pull him away.

His strong hands slipped underneath her to cup her soft ass and he pulled her cunt closer to his face. Her warmth surrounded him but he didn't seem to mind. He started pushing his tongue deeper into her. His hands squeezed her ass gently as he really began eating her. He gobbled at her flesh like she was some sort of exotic delicacy.

He was good at what he was doing, and she couldn't control herself. Her hips began to move from side to side and she found herself clutching tightly, but no longer even attempting to push him away. "You've got to stop." she groaned, but she realized that she didn't want him to stop.

Her own fingers had never made her feel so sensitive, had never made her feel as if every part of her body was on fire. Her fingers left his head and she began to fondle her hard nipples. They felt so itchy that she just had to.

"Oooo. stop." she groaned. "Oh please stop. You're making me feel so runny. You're making me feel sick!"

His face left her cunt but it was only for a Moment. He removed his hands from her bottom and she felt his fingers parting the folds of her cunt. She gasped as his fingers found what he was looking for. "Now. baby." he said softly, "now I'm going to make you scream!"

A hot spasm of joy shook her body as he ran his finger across her tiny hard bud. He kept her cunt petals parted as he bent his face between her legs again. She felt his tongue touch her clit.

"OooooMMMM!" she cried.

She'd never known anything could feel so good.

He carefully sucked her clit between his hot lips and he began to nibble gently and rub across it with his tongue. This time her hips began moving faster.

"I'm coming." she cried. She used the word she had heard once at school. Then she'd been shocked by it. Now. it was the only word she could think that would express her feelings.

"I'm coming! Oh Nick, you make me feel so itchy all over! Everywhere! E VERYWHEREEEEEE!"

She'd thought she knew what it felt like to have real pleasure, but her ringers could give her nothing compared to the shuddering climax that shook her body. She dripped hot juices into his mouth and he sucked and swallowed until the trembling in her body stopped.

Finally Nick raised his head. His lips had been coated with her wet juices and he was grinning. "I told you you had that look." he said. "You loved every minute of it."

"No." she said, blushing red with shame. "No. I didn't. I didn't!"

"Sure you did." he said, grinning. He got up off the bed and started to unbutton his shirt. "And you're going to enjoy the hell out of this, too!"