Chapter 9
"I wonder where the men have gone to?" Claire said.
Jessica looked away and shrugged. Jessica had a pretty good idea where the men were and, furthermore, what they were up to. She didn't mind at all. In fact, she found the idea tremendously stimulating and would have liked to watch or participate. She and Sam had discussed it several times, and both agreed it would be exciting to have their daughter join them in the sex act, but they'd never known how to approach the subject.
They were pretty sure that Brenda would be more than willing, it was simply that the time had never been right to suggest it; the proper opportunity hadn't presented itself. Now, she thought-and hoped-Sam had finally got around to it, and she was looking forward to a chance to join in.
But that chance probably wouldn't come until the Marlowes were gone, she thought. She didn't feel that Claire was ready for anything like that, and she didn't want to risk their relationship by going too far.
Nor did she want Claire to interfere. Therefore, she made no mention of the barn. "Oh, they're probably having a walk down by the stream."
"Maybe we tired them out, huh?"
"Maybe."
"I hope not. I'm getting horny again. Funny thing about sex, the more you have, the more you need." She sighed. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait."
"We could do each other," Jessica suggested, with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Jessica! Oh, you are depraved," Claire said, laughing, not knowing if her friend was serious.
Jessica decided Claire wasn't ready for that, either, and said, "Well, I never have, you know. But the idea doesn't repel me. Does it you?"
"Ummm. No, I don't suppose so. Sometime."
They sat in silence for a while. Jessica was wondering if she should press on. In truth, .she'd never made love with another woman, but the idea had intrigued her for quite awhile. She was always looking for new ways to get a sexual thrill and the idea of eating a juicy cunt had a definite appeal.
She was pretty sure that Claire, hot-blooded woman that she was, wouldn't object too strongly, but she was afraid that afterward, when her lust had cooled, Claire would be ashamed and the situation would get uncomfortable.
Claire, on the other hand, had never considered Lesbianism before, and was surprised to find that the idea was very interesting. If Jessica had simply knelt down and lifted her dress, Claire would have closed her eyes and let her friend do whatever she wished. But she still had inhibitions and so she didn't dare suggest it.
After a while, Jessica said, "Well, why don't we take a stroll down by the stream and see if we can find our husbands?"
Claire agreed.
They went out and Jessica was careful to lead her friend away from the barn...
Jack was crouching in the bushes beside the barn, putting his clothing on. He saw the women emerge from the house and held his breath, afraid they were heading in his direction. When they turned the opposite way, he sighed with relief and finished putting his clothes on. Then he walked quickly up to the house and went to the guest bedroom.
Stretched out on the bed, he thought about his daughter. They were very graphic thoughts. He remembered how her sweet little lips had curled outward around Chuck's fat cock and how her pussy had unfolded when Sam ran his thick prick up her hole and how hungrily she'd lapped at Brenda's wet twat. He thought about how she'd jerked the pony off, too, and far from being repelled he wished very much that he'd been there to watch.
Then he thought about fucking her. He wanted to so badly he could taste it, and he wondered why he should have a hangup about incest. After all, if he had no objections to her fucking men and sucking women and masturbating ponies, why should he balk at a little fatherly love?
Yet the opportunity had been there, and he'd passed it up. He felt sure that there would be other opportunities, too, and he wondered how he would react. Or had he, by refusing her, perhaps destroyed the chance of further opportunities? He didn't know, and he didn't know if he hoped that were true or not. He only knew that his cock was burning for the sweet meat of his daughter's pussy and his mind was torn by terrible doubts.
Presently, unable to bear it any longer, he opened his trousers and jerked off with firm, decisive strokes. He wasn't worried about wasting his sexual energy that way, for he knew he'd be horny again soon enough. A man who has seen his daughter fuck and suck should always be able to get a hard-on by recalling the event, he knew, and when he came, his great creamy wad almost reached the ceiling...
Chuck was sitting on the bank of the stream, tossing pebbles into the water and sulking. He curled his lower lip out sullenly. It wasn't fair, he thought. Why should Sam Claymore send him away when the fun was just beginning? After all, it was his dream, wasn't it?
He thought about what they must be doing in the barn and about how much fun he was missing, and his cock swelled painfully against his trousers. But he didn't want to jerk off because he still hoped that he would be summoned back to the barn and he wanted to be ready to do his chores in a proper fashion.
So he sat there, feeling very put upon, and tossed little stones into the water and watched the concentric circles ripple outward, wider and wider, just like the thrill of an orgasm.
Chuck was still sitting there when Jessica and Claire came strolling up the opposite bank. They paused and he looked up. Not sure if they were part of his dream or if they were real, he tried to hide his erection by folding his arms across his knees. But erections are difficult to hide from cock-eyed women like Jessica, and she raised her eyebrows.
"Haven't you any work to do?" she asked. "Yeah," he said.
"Then why are you just sitting here?"
"Just taking a quick break," he said. Jessica winked at Claire. "Well, get up, then," she said.
Chuck gnawed on his lip. He knew that if he stood up his erection would be revealed.
"What a lazy boy," Jessica said to Claire. "I suppose we simply must find something for him to do."
"Jessica! You wouldn't! Not a hired hand?"
"Why not? After all, our husbands deserted us."
"But that's awful! It's... unfaithful! I mean, it's not the same as swapping when your husband knows about it. It's sneaking behind his back... "
"Oh, I'd tell him, afterward."
"Well, I certainly want no part of any such thing," said Claire firmly.
"Suit yourself. But he does look sturdy, doesn't he?"
"Well... "
Chuck was staring balefully at the women, wondering what they were talking about. "Oh, come on, Claire. Don't be so stuffy," Jessica coaxed, feeling devilish and knowing it would be more fun if her friend joined in. After all, she had nothing to talk about with a young farm boy, not that talk was her main interest. She'd gotten excited when they had talked about the idea of pussy-sucking and that excitement, which had been merely simmering, had flowered into flame when she saw the huge lump in Chuck's britches. Every bit as uninhibited as her husband, and not giving a damn what the locals thought, anyway, Jessica fully intended to make use of this young hired hand-this Jack-of-all-trades who was available at the moment.
"Well, I'll wait for you, anyhow," Claire said. "If you're really serious about it."
"Damn right I'm serious," Jessica said.
She removed her shoes and stepped barefoot into the quick, cool stream. The water was shallow, rippling over a stony bed, and even in the deepest part, where it swirled around a large, flat rock, the level wouldn't have risen about mid-calf. But perhaps Jessica didn't know this; perhaps she was not skilled in calculating water levels.
At any rate, she raised her skirt to keep it dry, and, to make sure it was dry, she raised it all the way to her waist. Since she wore no panties, she didn't have to remove any, although she undoubtedly would have, in her seeming concern for dryness. Stepping cautiously, she started crossing the stream.
Chuck gaped at her red pubic hair, a larger duplicate of Brenda's, which he knew so well. But he supposed it was an accidentally afforded glimpse. Maybe Mrs. Claymore didn't realize she was flashing her cunt at him. It seemed a bit much to think both mother and daughter were lewd, even in a dream. It seemed even worse, somehow, in the lad's eyes, for this was a married woman and he knew that adultery was a terrible sin. Why, there was even a Commandment against com?mitting adultery, and there wasn't one that said Thou Shalt Not Fuck, so it must be much more sinful. On the other hand, there was no Commandment about dreaming...
Jessica forded the stream and sat on the grassy bank beside the nervous youth. Claire moved a little way off and pretended she wasn't interested.
"I see that at least you brought your tools, you lazy boy," Jessica said.
"Ma'am?"
"That is a tool, isn't it?"
Chuck followed the line of her vision and discovered to his horror that she was gazing directly at his crotch. He gulped. Obviously this was a naive and Godly woman who was too chaste to recognize a hard-on! If she discovered the truth, she would undoubtedly fire him on the spot, whereupon he'd lose a soft job and a chance at Brenda both. He gulped nervously and Jessica frowned impatiently.
"Oh, yes," the boy assured her. "Yes, it's my tool kit, it surely is."
"Funny place to carry it."
"That's so as to keep my hands free for hard labor, ma'am."
"I see. Well, that's commendable. But it looks like an awfully large sort of tool. What do you have there? A chisel? A screwdriver? A rake, perchance? A hoe for the turning of fertile soil or a plowshare for digging furrows?"
Chuck gaped, wide-eyed and confused. Claire was giggling and Jessica was struggling to keep a straight face. After several abortive attempts, she forced herself to look suspicious. "Or is it a baseball bat?" she accused him. "Have you been playing idle games instead of working?"
"Oh no!"
"I'd better make sure of that," she said. "It's my wifely duty to make sure my husband's employees aren't malingering during working hours."
Reaching across his lap, Jessica began unbutton?ing his fly.
Chuck was too bemused to react and he just sat there, looking bewildered. As soon as the last button was undone, she reached in and took a firm grip on his cock; hauled it out for inspection.
"What a curious implement," she said. "Why, I haven't the faintest idea what use this could be. Still, it does look useful, at that. Some specialized farm instrument, no doubt. Claire! Will you look at this weird tool?"
Claire wandered over and looked down.
"Any idea what this could be?"
The tormented youth looked pitifully up at Claire, hoping she would not give the truth away, but to his great relief she, too, seemed incredibly naive.
"Well, it's certainly not a pitchfork," she said.
"It's big enough to be a tractor."
"Could it be a thrasher?"
"Well, it could thrash, no doubt."
"Maybe he stores grain in it, like a silo?"
"Or swings it, cutting sugar cane?"
"Perhaps he uses it to tap maple trees, letting the sweet sap trickle down this little opening in the tip. I'll bet that's it! I'll bet it's filled with maple syrup!"
Jessica clapped her hands together, delighted with this explanation. Then she gripped the stout pole again and squinted at the lad. "Is that what it's for?" she demanded.
"Well... "
"It better be useful for something, or else I'll have my husband fire you."
"Yes! That's right. It's a special tool for tapping maple trees, that's surely what it is!"
"Do you think he's telling the truth, Claire?"
Claire shrugged. She had joined completely into the spirit of this encounter now, forgetting that it was not quite proper.
"He looks rather shifty-eyed," she said.
"I thought so, too. I wish there was some way to tell whether he's being truthful... "
"Well, I have a suggestion... "
"Yes?"
"If that strange thing has been used to store maple syrup, it ought to taste sweet, don't you think?"
Chuck turned pale. Obviously these women weren't as stupid as they seemed! They were going to test him out! They'd find out he was lying!
Thinking fast, he said, "Well, maple sap ain't sweet when it comes from the tree, you know. It has to get boiled down first."
"Oh, I see. Then it should just taste like sap, is that right? I understand now. It trickles down into these hairy bags underneath and they get hot and boil it down and then it runs out again in a purer form... "
"Sort of," said the nervous youth.
"You'd better check on that, Jessica," Claire said. "I still don't trust him."
Jessica turned her face away and Chuck thought he had gained a reprieve, but she'd merely looked away so that he wouldn't see the uncontrollable smile that tilted her moist red lips. She winked at Claire. Then she turned back quickly and bent down.
She ran her hot tongue across Chuck's bulging, purple cockhead.
Chuck yelped as her tongue slurped over his sensitive glans. I'm caught! he thought. Then: But maybe not! After all, if she don't know what a cock looks like, she can't very well know what it tastes like...
He waited anxiously for her pronouncement.
Claire, too, waited. She had stopped smiling now and her eyes were narrowed.
Jessica leaned back and ran her tongue over her lips thoughtfully. Then she nodded. "It does taste like maple sap," she said. "I believe he was telling the truth."
"But he might be tricking you," Claire said. "Maybe he just rubbed it against a tree in order to build an alibi for his laziness."
"That could be. But how can we tell?"
Claire grinned wickedly. "Well, if it's what he claims it is, there ought to be some real sweet syrup stored up inside it... " she said.
"That's right. How do I make the syrup come out, Chuck?"
Chuck was speechless.
"I suppose it works like a pump," Claire said, helpfully. "If you pump it up and down, it ought to work."
"Well, I'll try. And you'd better not be lying to us, you lazy boy!"
Whereupon Jessica, dutiful wife that she was, anxious to protect her husband from indolent workers, began to jerk the lad's tool up and down.
Her hand skimmed smoothly over him as she operated the well-tuned machinery of his sex, and she bent lower and lower, watching as his organ grew harder and hotter. The tip flared out in an angry red bulb.
Jessica licked her lips greedily. Her face was so close to him now that her eyes crossed and she looked almost idiotic as she crouched there, gazing adoringly at his cock. Her tongue pushed out and she licked tentatively at the dark-fleshed tip, licked again, more willingly, began tonguing the smoking knob with lavish sweeps. Soon his cockhead was sparkling with saliva, gleaming like a dull ruby.
Jessica sighed lovingly and slipped the tight collar of her lips down over the swollen crown. She sucked voraciously, then began running her mouth " up and down the fat shaft, taking him as far into her throat as she could. With his spike hammered into her mouth, she slurped on it, gurgling with pleasure and whimpering with passion. When she raised her head, her lips seemed to resist the motion. They turned outward, trying to retain the succulent mouthful, pulling all the way up his thundering stalk. Then, reaching the top, with only the head still in her mouth, she slurped on it, drooling heavily, salivating on the slimy shaft.
His cock got bigger and bigger, until she could feel the huge meat come in contact with both cheeks at the same time, stuffing her oral chasm.
It felt as if she'd popped a hot potato into her mouth and then, finding it too hot to swallow, was letting it cool in the moist cavern. But instead of cooling, that meaty potato got hotter and hotter. It threatened to scald her tastebuds, to ruin her appetite for lesser fare. But it tasted so delicious that the wanton woman could not resist. All will power evaporated with the first bite of some rare delicacy and only a total fast could keep her from gluttony.
"Mumphhf!" she gulped, shoving her head down.
"Ulp!" she gasped, as the great knob lodged firmly in her throat.
"Slurp," went her tongue as she bobbed up again.
Claire squatted down on the other side of the stricken youth, watching with rare fascination. She understood the gluttony that had seized her friend, for a hint of similar greed was stirring through her own body.
Eating cock, she knew, was like eating salted peanuts; it could be avoided easily enough if a girl didn't take the first small nibble, but that first taste simply demanded further sampling. Nor was she sure she wanted to fast, or to deprive herself, or to starve her lust. The idea of blowing a hired handyman would never have occurred to Claire, by herself, but watching Jessica relish his stout prick caused her mouth to water.
She grinned, thinking: At least cock, unlike peanuts, doesn't have many calories.
And that fact alone, to a weight-conscious, modern-minded woman, was incentive enough...
"May I have a taste?" she asked.
Jessica rolled her eyes and slurped.
"Please?"
Reluctantly, Jessica pulled her lips from the great meaty slab and, holding it by the root, pushed the thick lever toward her friend.
Claire licked the tip once, then mouthed it, tilting her head from side to side and worrying the rod like a dog with a bone.
Seeing Claire sucking cock excited Jessica. She waited as long as she could, then yanked the hard shaft away from Claire and popped her own mouth onto it. She took a long pull of bulging glans, then generously passed it back to Claire.
The two women began alternating on his cock, taking several sucks and then passing it on. They were sharing his stick as if it were a joint of marijuana being passed around, dragging deeply when it was their turn, but not trying to take more than a fair share of the fat weed, knowing there was more than enough to give them both a high. Chuck's cock began to dribble. With the preliminary fluid tingling on their tastebuds, the women sucked even harder, each secretly hoping that it would be their own hot mouth that received the great seminal flood.
With completion so near, they became more selfish, less willing to yield up the savory delicacy. Instead of politely waiting to be served, the women began mouthing his prick at the same time. They shared the knob equally, their lips meeting in the center just as if they had been kissing one another while munching a bone.
From time to time one of the women relented, giving up the whole knob and slipping her lips down the shaft. They lapped at his balls, knowing that it would help heat those swollen boilers and hasten the making of the sweet syrup.
Their tongues flashed up and down the bulging vein and curled behind the ledge of the glans. Then, once again, they both fastened their lips to the glowing head. His cock had grown so huge now that there was plenty for both as they sucked on his hot meat. Their lips met and their tongues twined together, running over his burning meat.
The great rubbery shaft began to horn and vibrate. The shaft pounded and thumped, and his balls expanded like balloons.
Knowing what this heralded, both greedy girls chortled and gurgled like children awaiting the first taste of maple sugar in some idyllic pastoral childhood. Their asses squirmed and their hips twisted frantically. Hot cream gushed down their thighs. So marvelous was this communal banquet that they were both writhing with orgasm without even touching their cunts.
Then Chuck's great tree-tapper erupted.
A thick wedge of cream boiled from the knob, and the women tilted their heads together, cheek to cheek, as they shared the fruit of their labors.
Working in perfect harmony, they drained his cock to the very dregs and then neatly lapped up the few drops which has escaped and run down the shaft.
Chuck felt as if his guts were being sucked out. He also felt wonderful.
Sitting back, Claire and Jessica smiled at each other, licking their lips like contented cats.
"Ummm. Sweet," Claire said, using her tongue to gather up a drop of spunk which had run down onto her chin.
"I guess he wasn't lying," Jessica agreed. "That was the purest syrup I ever had."
Chuck heaved a sigh of relief. Boy! he thought. Are these big city women ever dumb!
Jessica rose and nudged the prostrate lad in the ribs with her foot.
He opened a wary eye.
"Well?" she said. "Are you going to lie there all day? Get up and find a maple tree and tap it, so that your tool will be filled again, just in case Claire and I get the urge for a snack later on." The women laughed.
Chuck, naturally enough, assumed they were laughing because they both had a sweet tooth, and felt naughty because they'd drank it all up and saved none for their families.