Chapter 1
Cassie Martin lay on the chaise longue beside the pool and felt a drop of sweat trickle down between her pert, tight breasts. The sensation was erotic, like the tracing of an exploring finger. It was much more stimulating than it should have been, and she knew exactly why.
Harry hadn't fucked her for two weeks ...at least. In fact, he hadn't done a proper job of it for longer than she cared to remember. Just those quick jabbing sessions that left her more frustrated than before she'd let him climb on top of her, Cassie sighed shakily. She shifted slightly on the chaise and felt the warm sun toast her dainty little body to an even deeper tan. She wondered wryly if that was the way it was with all the girls with deep tans. So bored and frustrated there was nothing to do but lie around baking.
She parted her thighs slightly and felt the material of her bikini panties stick for a moment to her left pussy lip and pull the puffy fold of sweet flesh from the right one, making her cunt hole open moistly inside the panties.
She shivered. She wasn't cold. God, she was sweating. She shivered because of the tingling sensations running through her body. They were becoming terribly strong ...nearly more than she could stand to ignore much longer.
She felt her tight, conical tits swell and harden inside the cups of the white halter. She lifted her knee and settled herself again. She looked at the even, golden tan she was getting. A whisp of her silky hair blew over her shoulder, and she saw that the dark blond was light straw now, because of the sun.
She sighed again. She looked at the sparkling water of the pool. She felt the privacy of the back yard, with the high fence in front of her and the U-shaped house behind her.
A stir of memory generated an impulsive feeling inside her, making her want to strip off her halter and dive into the cool pool. She licked her full lips, tasting the saltiness on them.
Why not? The pool was private enough. Chet and Suzy were off playing somewhere in the neighborhood, wherever kids fourteen and twelve go to play on a hot summer day.
And Harry was out playing golf again. As usual. As always, any more.
So, why not?
She sat up. She reached behind her back for the clasp. Then she remembered who she was now ...what she was supposed to be like. A woman of class and position wasn't supposed to cavort around in her pool half-naked. Especially if her husband just might bring home the boss he was trying to impress.
Cassie gripped the arms of the chaise instead. Her full lips went to a thin line. She lay back hard, shaking another drop of sweat down between her sensitive tits.
She closed her eyes. The sun came through her lids with a red-orange glow that brought back good feelings from her youth.
She remembered the time when she was twelve, just Suzy's age. She'd been down by the pond on the hill-country farm where she'd grown up.
There was a particular spot she liked to go. A huge old live oak spread its moss-draped arms all over and made a private little hideaway, the Spanish moss so thick and long it hung like curtains all around and down toward the pound.
She'd felt strange that day. She's slipped out of her jeans and shirt. She'd taken a dip in the pond in her panties. She'd watched the cheap cotton garment go completely transparent around her tight, pouting little asscheeks and her lightly fuzzed pussy lips.
She remembered cupping the little bumps of her budding tits and feeling extra tingly all over. She'd gotten out of the pond to lie on her back on the bank, her eyes closed against the spot of sun that found its way through the leaves and curtains and branches. It had made the same warm, red-orange glow she saw now.
Then, suddenly, abruptly, the brightness went off as her stepbrother's shadow fell across her. She'd opened her eyes quickly. She'd gasped. She'd seen him standing there with a funny expression on his face and his naked, stiff prick in his hand, and she'd watched with the apprehension of innocence as he'd knelt beside her and loomed over her wet, transparent panties with his throbbing cock . . .
Cassie moaned and opened her eyes, sweating harder, but for a different reason now.
Her pussy twitched inside her bikini panties. She felt a ripple of sensation go all the way along the slippery, warm channel of her cunt and lodge in her belly.
"Ohhhh, God," she moaned softly.'
Even that would feel good right now ...the fright as he ripped off her panties, the pain as he ruptured her sweet cherry, the startling, terror-filled thrust of his hard prick into her virginal cunt, and the warm, explosive burst of his cum into her body. Even the realization that he was her older brother.
By God, he wouldn't let her get to this condition the way Harry had!
She moaned again. Her pussy was aflame. She couldn't stand it any more. She had to do something.
She rushed off the edge of the pool and broke into the sparkling water, feeling it pull at her inflamed tits and tug about the material of her panties like a soft hand trying to strip them from her quivering, hot ass.
She came up gasping. Her legs kicked in the water. She felt her pussy lips rub and slide together, only adding to her torment and frustration.
She pulled herself from the pool, trailing water as she walked toward the sliding glass doors leading to the master bedroom.
She stripped off the wet halter, then rolled the panties over her pouting asscheeks and down her trim thighs. She cupped her damp pussy with her hand and squeezed tightly, moaning again with terrible heat.
"God, I want a prick!" she cried softly, tipping her head back.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her small body was tight and cute for thirty-two. She still looked like a teenager.
She thought that with a sense of smugness. Harry was starting to go soft and flabby. True, he was five years older, but that wasn't the reason. It was that damn job of his-that desk job. If it weren't for the golf games nearly three times a week with his boss, he'd be in even worse shape.
She'd asked Harry how Mr. Brewster could play golf all the time and still be boss. The answer was simple. Thornton Brewster was semi-retired. Felix Wade ran the business.
But Felix needed an assistant to help him, and that was what was causing all the trouble now. Harry was trying for the position, trying to impress hell out of Brewster and Wade so that they would advance him instead of Jess Kingman, who was making just as hard a play for the job as Harry was.
It came down to a thing called corporate image, Harry had said. Thornton Brewster was an old-fashioned man, he'd said. He liked his executives to have social polish as well as a thorough grasp of the business ...the men and their wives, he'd said.
Jess Kingman's wife was as poised and elegant and gracious as if she'd come right out of a high-class finishing school, he'd said.
"Which means I've got to work twice as hard at getting this job," he'd snarled at her, jabbing his finger toward her tit, "because you're nothing but a hillbilly farmer's daugher with fresh cowshit behind your ears! Every time you open your mouth, it's a disaster! You walk into a room like you're ready to shuck corn! Christ, Cassie, the least you could do is learn not to eat a baked potato with your hands! Now, shut up about my golf all the time, because I play better than Jess, and Brewster likes that. It's the only extra I've got going for me!"
Cassie remembered the stinging rebuke of a month ago and squeezed her naked pussy harder, shaking it until she felt some pubes pull painfully out of her twat lips.
"You piece of ass-wipe, Harry!" she shouted at the mirror, her little body trembling.
She looked at herself critically. So what if she was born and raised a hillbilly? She wasn't stupid. She'd been to school. She was still cute. Her blue eyes sparkled instead of having a yellowish cast and red streaks the way his did. And the cowshit behind her ears hadn't ever seemed to bother him before when she'd slipped her hot little pussy down around his hard prick and yipped gustily with orgasm.
He'd liked that when he'd met her and married her. Earthy, wholesome, refreshing ...excitingly natural. That's what he'd called her then. That's what he'd thought of her up until three years ago when he'd started working for Brewster. Now, she was a hillbilly ...a bumpkin with crude language and cowshit behind her ears.
She burst into tears suddenly, hating everything. What good was an expensive house all walled off from the rest of the world? The woods and hills and clean air and birds and wild flowers of her youth were worth a hundred times more.
And what good was a husband who struggled so hard for an image that didn't mean shit that he couldn't fuck her any more? Or even want to?
She flung herself on the king-sized bed and bawled against the expensive spread. She wanted to go back home. She'd never wanted it so much in her whole life. If this was the price to pay for a promotion, then let Jess Kingman have the goddamn job!
She felt the bed shake. She felt the padding beside her as Sam jumped up and walked around and sat, looking at her.
Cassie snuffled and turned her head and looked at him, a weak smile coming to her puckered lips.
"Good old Sam," she said softly. "At least I've still got you."
The setter's tail swished back and forth across the spread. He ducked his head and licked his chops and made a whispering sound in response to her voice. His eyes winked up and down alternately as he cocked his head slightly and perked his floppy ears and watched her.
Cassie put out her hand. Sam immediately lifted his paw for her to shake. She took it solemnly and shook, which made his bushy tail swish back and forth again.
She patted his sleek head and scratched him behind the ears, and he licked a long tongue out around her arm.
Cassie petted the dog absently, remembering the farm, feeling the yearning to return to it grow stronger. Her parents were dead, now. Her two stepbrothers were dead, too. Lew had been killed in a feud he'd gotten himself mixed up in over a girl in the next county. Arlie, the one who had fucked her cherry out of her so long ago, had been killed in Viet Nam.
Her full sister, Willie, two years younger, was married and living out West and wanted nothing to remind her of the farm ever again. So, it had been left to Cassie.
There were tenants working it now. They'd cleaned the place up. They'd done well with it. They'd written a while ago suggesting that Cassie buy up Ira Thackery's place, now that he was dead.
Cassie's mind drifted to the past again. She remembered Thackery's orchards, rows and rows of peaches and apples. She remembered the good, rich bottom land that burst into heavy crops four or five times a year. She knew that with just her pa's farm there was no living to be made ...no better than what he'd made. But with Thackery's place added on, since the property was just across the creek, and with the hard-toiling tenants to work it all, with a little help from her and Harry and the kids, then . ..
Cassie moaned and smacked her lips, remembering the taste and feel of sweet, warm peach juice running down her chin from that first bite, or the tart, crisp crunch of a new apple between even, white teeth ...both made more delectable by the knowledge that old Ira Thackery would come yelling and running through the trees at any moment, waving an oak stick and threatening to beat the hide off them.
"Ohhhh, Sam ...I want to go back!" she wailed plaintively, hugging the sleek red head of the Irish setter to her breasts.
Sam whimpered again, still licking. His long, warm tongue swept over Cassie's tit, plucking the pert little nipple with the tingling roughness.
Cassie gasped. She sucked in air and held it. Sam licked and licked, working over her chest, slurping at her other tit. She looked down at his long tongue and felt her breasts tingle wildly.
Her nipples had come to full erection. They were stiff and red and flaming. She felt her pussy squirm and writhe all along its silken, oiled length.
"Sam ..." she breathed, her face flushing red, her scalp beginning to prickle.
The dog was going after the droplets of water still spangling her golden skin. Maybe some of the salt that was still there, too. For a delicious moment, she didn't care. She just let him lick.
His tongue moved over her chest and tits, slurping under them and lifting them, flicking over her nipples again and again. He licked over her belly and waist and paused to look at her and grin in that dumb way he had before licking again.
Wild feelings flashed through Cassie's starving body. Wild thoughts whipped through her mind with them, and another memory came to her, one that made her cunt lips bloat and spread apart shamelessly to reveal the quivering flesh of her shaking cunt.
She'd been on her way to the barn. She didn't remember why, after this long ...only that she'd been about fourteen at the time.
She'd caught them. All three of them. Her sister, Willie, who was twelve then; her stepbrother, Arlie, who was a homy seventeen; and her first cousin from over the hill, Jenny-Sue.
Jenny-Sue was the same age as Arlie. She was plump and freckled, with big, pointed tits that jiggled all over. She had a big mouth and coarse ways, and her sand-brown hair was always stringy. She liked to shake her tits at the boys, and Cassie had heard that anybody could fuck her big fleshy ass.
Cassie had thought the rumor meant that boys could fuck it. She hadn't expected to see her cousin letting their little Shetland pony fuck it.
But there she was, her pants down around her knees, her yellow panties wadded in with the blue of the jeans, her bare asscheeks spread apart as she knelt under the pony's belly and fed his big, long cock into her pussy.
Her bursting tits dragged in the straw. Her stringy hair clumped about her face and neck. Her head lifted, and her lips pursed, and a long, low moan came from her throat.
Arlie was standing to the side, watching the big prick throb between her parted pussy lips. His cock thrust from his pants, stiff and throbbing. He was sweating slightly.
Willie was watching too. Only she was half sitting on a bale of straw, her legs stretched in front of her body, heels on the floor, and Goober's head nuzzled into her lap. She held the brown mongrel's ears with clenched little fists as she watched and sucked in her breath and licked her lips with total absorption.
Cassie stood in the barn door and stared. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. But she didn't want to disturb any of them, so she slipped behind the big door and watched them through the crack.
"Ahhh, shit ...shit!" Jenny-Sue groaned, pursing her lips again, shaking her ass. "You see that, Arlie? You see it going up my cunt? Ohhhh, I told you I could do it! Shit, I wish your cock was as big as this pony's prick! I'd let you fuck me all day long!"
Arlie nodded and swallowed, speechless for one time in his life. His prick throbbed and pulsed, the head swelling rhythmically. His fist began moving up and down his cock as he watched.
"Lemme in there, Jenny-Sue," he moaned. "Lemme fuck you!"
"Shit now, Arlie," she groaned. "He's just got going! Ahhh, he's got a foot of cock up my cunt, I swear it!"
Cassie watched the pony skitter around, snorting and tossing its head. She could see the impossibly long and thick tube of cock flesh thrusting from under his belly and spearing between Jenny-Sue's white, fleshy buttocks.
The Shetland began to pump his prick. It plunged in and out, the long shaft glistening with pussy juice. Jenny-Sue's whole body went back and forth with the thrusts, making her dangling tits drag through the straw and her nipples turn as dark as plums.
At the same time, she saw Willie lift the hem of her cheap print dress and pull the baggy legband of her cotton panties aside. Her little pussy was just as hairless and puffy as Cassie's had been too years earlier, when Arlie had fucked her cherry out of her.
Goober yelped and licked at her crotch with a long, slithering tongue, and Willie squealed with delight, opening her legs more, holding her panty crotch open.
"C'mon, Jenny-Sue ...lemme fuck you!" Arlie groaned again, his prick looking ready to explode. He turned his head for a moment, his face red, his tongue licking over his lips. He spied Willie, with her skirt up and her legs open and her sweet little pussy being licked and licked by Goober's long tongue.
"By God, I'll fuck Willie," he groaned.
"No-don't," Jenny-Sue gasped. "Let her get her cunt eaten out by Goober. Shit, that mutt's a real pussy-licker, Arlie! He should be, since I taught him how!"
"She's got old enough, now. She's got her little pussy ready for a stiff prick, and I'm gonna give it to her!"
"And have her squallin' around like Cassie did, gettin' you in trouble again? Use your head, Arlie. Let her get a taste for it, and then she'll be beggin' for your dick!"
"I gotta fuck!" he wailed.
"Then stick it up Mavis, Arlie. I seen her makin' eyes at Thackery's bull through the fence yesterday."
"Fuck a cow?" Arlie groaned, jacking his hard, throbbing prick.
"You never fucked her? Shit! I've seen Lew fuck her lots, when I was on the rag."
"Lew, he'd fuck anything," Arlie moaned. "By God, I wish Cassie was down here. I'd like to sink my prick into that tight little pussy of hers again. I'd make her like it this time, you bet."
Cassie, her eye glued to the crack of the barn door, recoiled slightly, ready to jump up and run if she had to. She hadn't forgotten the pain or the shame or the way Pa had beat the living shit out of Arlie-literally, right in his pants.
But Arlie wasn't coming for her. He'd gotten up, and he was going for the stall where their milk cow was. He groaned and puffed and opened the gate and led her out, backing her up to the straw pile and knotting her lead around an upright post that was part of the framing for the loft.
"Tickle her pussy, Arlie ...stick your fingers in her big twat and get her hot, and then shove your cock into her and let it blow!" Jenny-Sue directed, moaning again and still weaving her ass, taking the big prick with more and more ease into her cunt. It was making wet, sucking noises now as it plowed into her pussy.
Arlie climbed up on a bale behind Mavis. The cow turned her head and regarded him with a placid expression and mooed softly. Arlie began running his fingers over her fleshy cunt. She hunched her back and flicked her tail, but he kept at it, his prick throbbing constantly.
Presently, Mavis lifted her tail out of the way and started backing into him.
"Now, Arlie ...now!" Jenny-Sue cried. "Ohhhh, God ...I can see your hot cock right there! Push ...slide it in! Ohhhh, yes, like that! Fuck her, Arlie! Fuck her!"
Arlie pressed forward, standing on his tiptoes. His cock sank into the warm, wet cavern of Mavis' big pussy. He hunched himself around her bony rump and stretched along her back, his buttocks pumping back and forth.
"Ahhhh, shit!" he grinned finally. "This is good fuckin', Jenny-Sue! Why'n hell din't you tell me about this before!"
"You want some fuckin', Arlie, you gotta use your imagination," she moaned, her hips now arching up and down as she rocked her pussy along the monstrous shaft.
"Eeee, Goober's making my pussy tingle all over, Jenny!" Willie cried suddenly, lifting her head for the first time. She'd been so absorbed with her own pleasures and the way the dog's tongue slithered and licked all over her pussy she hadn't been watching.
She stared at her stepbrother, watching his cock plunge in and out of Mavis' big cunt. Then she looked at Jenny-Sue and the way the pony's prick was being massaged up and down by the bloated cunt lips and the big, muscular pussy.
She grinned in an innocent little-girl way and suddenly shivered all over. "Ohhhh, I feel funny!" she cried.
"You're coming, Willie!" Jenny-Sue moaned. "Ohhh, come hard! I'm going to come too! Ohhh, this prick! It's going to flood my pussy, Arlie! It's going to splash hot sperm all over this fuckin' barn! Watch, Arlie ...here I go! He's gonna come, too ...I can feel his prickhead reaching for my goddamn belly! YAAAAGH!" she bellowed suddenly, her head jerking up.
The Shetland squalled and tossed its head and shook its flanks. The long tube stretching between his belly and the depths of Jenny-Sue's hot cunt shivered and throbbed.
The flabby asscheeks shuddered and shook, and then sperm came spurting backward from between her parted thighs as the pony blasted into her pussy.
"Ahhh, shit! Shit!" Arlie cried. "Lookit him come! God, it's like a fire hose! Ahhh, God ...me too! Me too! Ahhhhgh!"
He slammed his hips up against Mavis' ass and let his prick explode into her silky cavern. The cow stretched her neck and let out a moo and shivered all over.
"Eeee, he's doing it again, Jenny-Sue!" Willie cried. "Making me feel funny all over! Ohhh, I love fucking, Jenny-Sue! I'm sure glad you and Arlie brought me in here with you this time and showed me what fucking was all about!"
Cassie watched her little sister jitter around on her butt on the bale of straw, lifting her skirt high, opening her bald pussy wide, letting Goober's talented, practiced tongue lick the juices right out of her virginal hole.
She saw the way Jenny-Sue gingerly slid her drenched pussy from around the Shetland's dripping cock and the way white fluid flowed in clotted dollops from her stretched, red cunt hole onto the straw beneath her.
She saw the hooded look of her eyes, the red flush to her face, the dark stiffness of her naked tit ends. She also saw the way she was looking at Arlie now, giving him a kind of smug grin over what innocent, stupid little Willie had just said.
She also saw Arlie return the look as he slipped his dripping prick from Mavis' bovine cunt.
"Well, Willie," he said slowly, sliding his hand along his slick prick, "we ain't really showed you what it was like yet."
"You ain't?" she asked innocently.
"Naw, Willie. You just got your pussy licked a little. It felt good, didn't it? You came, didn't you?
Well, that's nothing compared with what a prick feels like fucking into it."
Willie's eyes veered to the Shetland. "It's awful big, Arlie," she said.
"Sure, dummy. A horse's cock's too big for your little pussy until you've got it stretched open with lots of fucking, like Jenny-Sue's is. You gotta do it gradual like, like getting into the pond when the water's cold. Now, my prick's just the right size for you now, Willie," he said, approaching her, holding his shaft in front of him, keeping it good and stiff with his slow jacking.
Willie looked at the shaft. She glanced down at her bald pussy, all pink now from the way Goober had been licking it. She pointed her finger to the dog's belly as he sat and panted and looked at her. "Goober's prick is even smaller, Arlie," she said. "Shouldn't I put it in my pussy first?"
Arlie got a mean look. "I'm gonna cherry that tight pussy, damn it, not no damn dog!"
"Arlie!" Jenny-Sue bellowed warningly at him. "You're askin' for trouble again, Arlie." She smiled at Willie and came over, walking a little bow-legged, her pussy still dripping sperm between her feet. "Sure, you can let Goober fuck you first, honey," she said. "Goober's got a nice prick, and he just loves to fuck." She patted the dog's head affectionately. "I've let Goober fuck me hundreds of times. Why, I don't know what I would have done when I was your age, if it hadn't been for good old Goober."
She lifted Willie off the bale and turned her around. "Here, honey, you just lie over his bale, and we'll pull your panties down like this, and ...ohhh, what a pretty little pussy! Not even any fuzz on it yet. And look at that pink little asshole. Oh, Willie ...you're going to be a real fucker, just like me."
Cassie held her breath. She saw her sister's bare ass thrusting outward. She saw the interplay of expressions between Arlie and Jenny-Sue, and then she watched her as her cousin snapped her fingers and urged the mongrel to mount Willie's tight little ass.
She saw the red shaft, the pointed end of his prick, thrusting from his sheath. She watched with a kind of horror and lust combined as Jenny-Sue guided Goober and reached under his furry belly to hold his prick and aim it.
She saw Arlie jack his prick off faster and faster. She saw the look of shock flash over Willie's young face as the pointed, sharp prickhead lanced between her puffy cuntlips and shot into her virginal cunt.
"Ahhh, he hurts!" Willie cried.
Jenny-Sue held her down. Goober licked his chops and tossed his muzzle and humped fast and hard, growls coming from his throat.
"It'll quit hurting in a second, honey," Jenny-Sue said. "It's just the first time it hurts, Willie, and then it's nothing but good, good, good! Ohhhh, Arlie ...fuck me too! Fuck that hard prick into me and make me come again! Ohhh, Willie, we'll lie here side by side and both get fucked!"
Willis's expression changed. She was liking the thrust and lance of Goober's pointed prick. She liked having her older cousin right beside her, too.
Arlie groaned and fell to his knees behind Jenny-Sue and fed his cock into her drenched cunt.
"Ohhhh, God-not there, Arlie! Up my asshole!" she gasped.
"Oh, shit!" Arlie whimpered. He pulled his prick out and touched her puckered anus with the head. He pressed forward. His prick slid up her butt easily.
"Ahhh, God!" Jenny-Sue cried. "Willie-suck my tit too!" She held one of her big, pointed tits toward Willie's mouth. The girl turned her head and sucked the nipple between her lips, whimpering and moaning as the mongrel fucked her.
"Does it feel good to be fucked up your ass too?" she asked quaveringly.
"God, yes!" Jenny-Sue nearly bellowed.
"Fuck ...it's tight! Tight!" Arlie cried, pressing up against the fleshy buttocks, sinking his shaft into his cousin's ass all the way to his balls.
Goober began to whimper and groan. His rump hunched and rocked. He fucked the tight, virginal pussy hard, his prick swollen and knotted inside the oiled depths.
"Eeee, he's doing something in my pussy! He's pissing in my pussy! I can feel it getting all wet and warm, Jenny-Sue!"
"Goober's coming, honey! He likes your tight twat! Ohhh, he's gonna like your sweet little asshole, too!"
"Just like me!" Arlie groaned. "Ohhhh, shit-I can't hold it! Here it comes!"
"Yeah, you fucker! Fill my ass! Ahhhgh!"
"Eeeee, I feel-funny all over again! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohhhh, Goober!"