Chapter 6

Well, thought Shep, it was now or never. The kids had gone to bed, and he could be alone with Dora. It was as good a chance as any to try making it with her, to find out if his buxom boss had any interest at all in sex. Shep was used to obeying her, to taking her orders, and he didn't want to risk losing his job. He stood on the porch in nervous uncertainty, but finally his acute lust won the day. He had to have her. He'd die if he didn't fuck a woman tonight. And Dora was the only woman around.

He opened the door and sauntered into the front room. Dora lay half-asleep on the sofa, and the TV was still blaring some dumb musical show. As he walked into the room, Dora blinked at him and said, "Shep? I thought you'd gone to bed."

"Couldn't sleep," Shep said casually. "Shove over, okay, so I can watch the TV, too?"

The couch was the only good place to watch from, so Dora naturally sat up and made room for him. Shep sat as close to her as he could get, so close that he felt the warmth of her big body without quite touching her. In her half-asleep state Dora didn't seem to notice anything odd about this. She was so used to Shep that he seemed like another piece of furniture or livestock, and she rarely took any notice of him except when she needed him for a job.

"This ain't a very interesting show," he said. "Mind if I switch?"

"No, go ahead," said Dora. "I'm too sleepy to notice what's on. I'm going to bed in a minute anyhow."

But not alone, thought Shep, not if he could help it.

He got up to switch channels, then sat down close to her again. He was pleased with his choice of programs-a late-night foreign film that showed lots of overt sex. If Dora had been fully awake, she'd have demanded he turn it off, but she only blinked at the screen. After a few minutes, though, she began to get the drift of it as the young couple in the movie fell passionately into bed with each other.

"You really like watching this garbage?" she asked Shep.

"I get a kick out of it," he said. "Why? Something wrong with it?"

"It's filthy," said Dora, "indecent."

"How come?" said Shep. "It's a natural thing, everybody does it. I don't see nothing filthy about it."

"Shep," she sighed, "you should come to church more often. Then you'd see that sex is the work of the Devil."

"I don't care who invented it," said Shep. "I just like it. Anyhow, boss-lady, how were you born? Did the stork bring you? No, you gotta thank sex for being alive. And you gotta thank it for that fine strong son of yours. There musta been a time in your life, lady, when you liked sex. Otherwise you wouldn't have a kid."

Dora turned scarlet and quickly averted her eyes from Shep. Her heart was pounding. Shep's remarks had awakened memories which she'd struggled for years to bury. Yes, there'd been a time when she'd liked sex. There'd been a time when she loved it, couldn't get enough of it, a time when she'd acted like a shameless slut. But when her husband died young of a heart attack, Dora had become convinced that this was God's punishment for her evil lust. She'd lived for sex, and God had punished her by killing her husband. From that day on, Dora started going to church and preaching against the evils of the flesh. She sternly repressed all sexual thoughts and never looked at a man. When the farm animals mated-which was all too often-she turned her eyes away so as not to be tempted. She'd worked for years to root out all her sexual urges-but Shep's words reminded her that she hadn't quite succeeded. Unwillingly she experienced a flood of memories, visions of her husband's strong stiff cock just before he put it into her, the delicious thrust of his penetration, the way she'd almost bellow her pleasure as he began to stroke his rigid meat in her boiling cunt ... But\ no, she mustn't think of that. The Devil wanted her to think of it, and she rejected the Devil and all his evil.

"I don't like that kind of talk," she told Shep sternly. "If you can't behave, you better leave."

"Behave?" Shep chuckled. "Lady, I ain't begun to misbehave yet. I was just talkin'. Now we're gonna have some action."

Before the astonished Dora knew what was happening, Shep had his arms around her and was kissing her lewdly, ravenously, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth and snorting with lust. It was the first time she'd been kissed or touched by a man in over ten years, and the shock of it made her dizzy and unable to fend him off for the moment. She smelled those long-forgotten male odors-sweat, tobacco, a faint touch of after-shave-and to her horror, they awakened sharp lust in her long-denied body. She felt her loins melting, felt a boiling sensation deep in her cunt, and, the final humiliation, a sudden hot gush of pussy-juice that wet the crotch of her jeans.

She trembled violently in a mixture of horror and desire and made frantic gurgling noises in her throat. Shep's tongue was rough and tireless, exploring every inch of her mouth, and the husky farmhand held her brutally tight against him, one hand on her trembling back and the other brushing the huge soft rounds of her asscheeks. Dora felt her huge sensitive tits pressing against his hard chest, and her nipples seemed to be on fire with the unaccustomed contact. She felt herself drifting into hopeless horniness, and in a panic she used all her strength to push Shep away.

Flushed but laughing, he fell back against the couch and then rebounded toward her. Dora shrieked and tried to get up, but her great weight prevented any swift movements, and he was on her again before she could rise. She struggled and pushed at him as he ran his hands over her big ripe body.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, Shep," she cried, "what's got into you? You know I don't want this!"

"I'm horny," Shep panted. "Don't you ever get horny, boss-lady? I bet you do. I bet you're shittin' me, too. I bet you really want this as much as I do. So why don't you admit it, and you an' me can have some real fun?"

"No," wailed Dora, frantically trying to fend him off, "nooo...."

Shep succeeded in thrusting one horny hand between her plump thighs, and immediately a lewd grin came over his rugged face. The crotch of her jeans was soaked, and through the rough material he could feel the pulsing red hot heat of her cunt. Dora cried out and tried to jerk his hand away, but it was too late. He'd already discovered her secret. He rudely thrust his strong hand more snugly between her thighs, and she blushed with humiliation to know that he felt her wetness.

"Lady," he grinned, "you WERE shittin' me! You're wet, honey, real wet. You want me. You need something good an' hard in that nice wet pussy."

It was agonizingly true, but Dora would have died before admitting it. Sex was evil, sinful, and she wanted to be a good woman. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself for backsliding after all these years. She'd tried so hard to get rid of her need for sex, but this tussle with Shep showed that she hadn't succeeded at all. Her desires were just as powerful and urgent as they had been ten years ago, before she gave up sex. But she wasn't lost entirely. She'd still be pure and decent if she fought this man off.

"No, Shep," she cried, "you're wrong! I don't want you! I don't want anybody! Now, you get your hands off me and get out of this house, or you're fired. I mean it!"

Shep panicked for a moment-he didn't want to lose his job, but, fuck it all, he needed this woman desperately. What to do? Her words told him one thing, her soaked crotch another. She was horny, he was sure of it. Maybe with just a little more persuasion....

He began to rub his hand slowly and teasingly over the tight wet crotch of her jeans. Through the cloth he could feel the plump pussy lips, the trickling wetness of her cunt. Dora opened her mouth to argue with him again, but all that came out was a horny gurgle. Her brown eyes fluttered wildly, and she began to pant. Her plump but handsome face slowly turned a light-rose color as Shep's expertly stroking fingers sent sharp jolts of pleasure through her whole pelvis. The hot cream gushed more heavily from her long-denied cunt, soaking the crotch of her jeans, leaking through to wet his busy hand. She could have died of shame, and yet she couldn't help herself. Her body wanted him desperately. Even as her conscience shrieked out against it, her starved cunt said yes, yes, yes....

"Oh, God, Shep," she said hoarsely, "don't do this to me...."

Shep's heart softened. He understood what was happening with this handsome church-going woman. She was a perfectly normal woman with a steady need for fucking, but her mind was screwed up, her religious principles told her that the natural needs of her body were evil and wrong. He slipped his arm around her hefty shoulders and, while he continued to caress her soaked crotch, he said gently, "Now, Miss Dora, come to your senses. There ain't nothin' wrong with us makin' love. The good Lord wouldn't of given us the urge if He didn't mean for it to happen. Those folks that tell you sex is wrong-well, they're wrong. They're just a lotta old cranks who can't get it any more and don't want anybody else to have any fun. Get that shit out of your mind, Miss Dora. Start living for a change. I swear to you; there's nothing wrong with being good to yourself."

Shep's words were very persuasive to Dora-and so was his hand. He went on skillfully rubbing her famished cunt through the thin material of her jeans, and she helplessly imagined how good it would feel if he were touching her bare flesh, if he were making love to her. My God, she'd loved to fuck back in the old days. There wasn't any greater joy on earth. Her body cried out for it now. Dizzy, overcome with lust, she slumped against him and said weakly, "You'd never tell anybody, Shep? I'd die if anybody found out."

He squeezed her. "Hell, no, I ain't no snitch. Now, you just stop worrying, honey, and let me give you a good time."

Dora gave a little sob as she submitted to his embrace. She knew she'd hate herself later, but, God help her, she just had to have it. Her whole big body was hot and trembling by now, the ache in her cunt too much to bear. She moaned hoarsely as Shep eagerly began to paw her opulent body.

Shep could hardly believe his good luck. What with the boss-lady's religious fanaticism and the fact that she'd never looked at a man in ten years, he was surprised that she'd gotten so hot-for him. Maybe it was because no man had tried it on with her in all that time. He could have kicked himself-ten years of good fucking lost, all because he hadn't had the nerve to approach her. Well, he was going to make up for lost time now.

His hard eager hands made short work of the buttons on Dora's mannish plaid shirt, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw when he drew the garment open and slipped it off her shoulders. He'd always been aware that she had huge tits, but he sure hadn't expected anything like this. Dora's heavy milky-white boobs were mammoth, the biggest he'd seen in his whole life, and topped with light-brown areolas which were each the size of his palm. It was all his sexual fantasies come true. Shep loved big women, fat women, tall women, and especially the enormous tits that went with such a body. He was delighted with Dora. With a snort of lust he reached out and began to play with her monstrous tits. Dora moaned hungrily, lay back against the couch, and closed her eyes, giving him tacit permission to do what he wanted.

The huge white globes were heavy and hot, overflowing his hands. Shep squeezed and pawed them in hot excitement, enjoying the silky-soft flesh and the undulating plumpness. Each one of her fantastic tits was as big as his head, maybe bigger. He simply orgied in them, rubbing his face against them, licking them, kissing them. Night after night in his lonely cabin he'd jerked off to just such a fantasy-a horny fat woman who'd let him play with her enormous tits-and now it was coming true. His aroused cock grew even tighter and stiffer in his jeans, till it felt like it was going to burst. It'd been a long time since he'd had a woman, almost a year....

Dora kept her eyes closed so as not to look at Shep, for she could well imagine the unbridled lust in his eyes as he played with her tits. Men had always looked at her chest that way, even when she was a teenager. There was a time when she'd flaunted her unnaturally large tits, just to get men, but now she was ashamed of them. She felt they were nothing more than works of the Devil, a flagrant invitation to sex. She wished she was flat-chested, so she would present no temptation. But since she wasn't, she'd tried another way of spoiling her attractiveness-getting fat. Monstrously fat. For years it had kept men from wanting her, but now even her obesity wasn't working. Shep seemed to want her anyway, and his lust excited hers.

The touch of his eager hands on her big quivering tits was like fire, sending violent jolts of excitement all through her big lush body. Her cunt was red hot now and gushing out its cream in uncontrollable floods, wetting the cushion beneath her. She knew she was being evil, doing wrong, but she felt she simply couldn't live unless she had Shep's hot stiff cock inside her. xHer passions hadn't been stifled in ten years of chastity-they'd only grown.

Shep could have gone on playing with her great milky tits forever, if he hadn't been so urgently horny. Watching the kids these past few days had been too much for him. He had to get some cunt for himself. Reluctantly he slid his hands off her enormous hot tits and seized the belt of her jeans. This was going to be no easy task. Although Dora wore a man's size and got the biggest jeans she could, they were still very tight on her body, and Shep had one helluva time getting them off. He tugged, he grunted, he sweated, and Dora even tried to help by raising her massive asscheeks a little, but it was a full minute before the panting farmhand finally tugged the jeans off over Dora's surprisingly small ankles and feet.

The rest of her was huge, pale, and superb, at least in Shep's eyes. Here were the massive round asscheeks, the Amazonian hips, the soft swelling legs of his fantasies. He growled lustily and reached for her out-size white cotton panties. They, too, were tight and almost impossible to tug down, and in lusty impatience Shep ripped them in half and tore them off her huge trembling body. Then he paused to feast his eyes on her snatch.

Her belly was fat but not pendulous, and he had a full view of her expansive black cunt-patch, a huge triangle of fur that reached nearly to her navel. This pleased him, too. His fantasy women always had huge snatches. With a horny gurgle he reached out to pet it, rubbing his hand over the silky hairs, feeling the burning warmth beneath them.

As he touched her there, Dora blushed beet red. She'd always been ashamed of her enormous cunt-patch. She remembered having to take showers with the other girls in high school gym classes, and how everyone had gawked at it. One girl even called it "the jungle". Even when Dora had been tall and a little on the plump side, but now, more than sixty pounds heavier, she knew she must present a spectacle. How could Shep possibly want her? Timidly she opened her eyes and glanced at him. His face was leering, excited, blatantly horny. Dora blushed and closed her eyes again. He wanted her, all right, but she couldn't figure out why, except that maybe he was as hard up as she was.

But unknown to her, Shep would have preferred her over a hundred slender girls, young girls, the standard American beauties. He wanted a woman with meat on her, a woman who had lived a little. He wanted Dora. Indeed, he could hardly wait to get at her. He slipped to the floor and knelt before her and gently but insistently separated her mammoth soft legs.

Dora blushed deeply but allowed Shep to part her thighs. Then she felt his hot moist breath on her naked cunt, and she almost fainted with lust. She wanted desperately to be touched there, caressed, penetrated. Cream gurgled helplessly from her aroused cunt, and in spite of her embarrassment she readily opened her legs all the way when Shep pushed at them. If the sight of her fat cunt didn't turn him off, nothing would.

Shep was far from turned off. He gazed in wonder and delight at Dora's mature slit. The flesh was bright scarlet, the cuntlips fat and pendulous, the mouth of her creaming cunt clearly visible-for her pussy was gigantic, just like the rest of her. Shep seized the dark-furred lips of her cunt and drew them apart, revealing the biggest clit he'd ever seen in is life. It was almost the size of his little finger, bright red and trembling. He wondered if it would be as sensitive as its size suggested. He bent forward and applied his stiff tongue to the quivering finger of flesh. He licked and lashed it roughly, and Dora trembled violently.

"Aw, God," she moaned, "awww...."

A flood of juice gushed from her red-hot cunt, wetting his chin as he went on licking her giant red clit. She liked it, all right. She liked it so much, she seemed to go crazy. She moaned loudly and hoarsely, she creamed uncontrollably, and her big body shook with violent pleasure each time his rough expert tongue tickled her long-starved scarlet clit.

Suddenly Shep snaked his stiff hot tongue right from her clit, through her plump red pussylips, and into the furiously creaming mouth of her cunt. The pleasure was so intense, she almost came. It had been so long since anyone touched her there, but she was as sensitive and receptive as ever. As Shep began to work his thick rigid tongue up her boiling cunt, Dora gave a shrill squeal of joy, and her big body flushed the mottled pink of intense arousal.

Shep tongue-fucked her with real pleasure. He liked to eat pussy, the bigger and creamier the better, and she was the best he'd ever tasted. He found the walls of her wide cunt red-hot and silky and abundantly wet. He sawed and probed with his tongue, as deep as he could, and Dora whimpered and gurgled and squealed. He got wild excitement from arousing this big stern woman into a jelly-like state of horniness. It wouldn't be long now before he gave her even more excitement, till he drove her crazy with his cock. His prick was stiff and sore, too big to hold in any longer. Much as he enjoyed playing with Dora's big voluptuous body, the time had come to get down to serious fucking.

Dora sighed softly, regretfully, when Shep withdrew his tongue from her hungry wet cunt. She opened her eyes just a little to peek at him and saw that he was undressing. She noted his broad hard chest with its thick mat of silver hairs, his trim waist and hips and flat belly, and finally his cock-the first cock she'd seen in over a decade. Even now she had a vivid memory of her husband's prick, because it had given her so much pleasure, and she noted at once that Shep's was bigger and thicker, a good seven inches long and very swollen and hard. It hugged his belly, and the bloated purple head oozed a steady stream of thick juice. His balls loomed fat and menacing below the thick nest of silver pubic hair. He was a fine figure of a man, and again Dora wondered what in the world he saw in her.

Shep caught her eye and grinned lewdly at her. She was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen, this stately two-hundred-pound woman sitting utterly naked before him, her plump legs widely parted to show her red dripping cunt. Never had he wanted to fuck a woman so much as he did this shy giantess with her huge furry snatch and watermelon tits.

"Wal, boss-lady," he drawled, "you ready for a good screwin'?"

She was more than ready, ready enough to die for it-but as the leering farmhand approached her, something in Dora's head snapped, went off like an alarm. She couldn't possibly be doing this lewd thing, not her, a good Christian woman! She must be out of her mind. For ten years she'd worked to get the Devil out of her body, and now she was about to welcome him back in. It was wrong, horribly wrong.

"No!" she cried. "No, I don't want to! Get away!"

Shep gawked at her incredulously. "You kiddin'? You're as hot as a woman can get, Miss Dora. You want it bad. What the hell's the matter with you?"

"Nothing's the matter with me," Dora sobbed, catching up her shirt to cover her nakedness. "I refuse to sin, that's all. Now get out of here, Shep, before I fire you."

"You fuckin' cockteaser!" Shep shouted, furiously angry at this unexpected refusal. "How come you led me on? How come you went this far? I'll tell you what's a sin, lady-that's leading a guy on, promising it to him, and then holdin' out. You can fire me if you want, you hard-hearted bitch, but I'm gonna have my say. You can go through life punishing yourself, but you got no right to punish me."

Dora sobbed loudly. "Oh, I'm not going to fire you, Shep. I just want you to leave me alone. This whole thing is against my principles, can't you understand that?"

"Fuck your principles," said Shep, angrily getting dressed. "They ain't worth shit. You ain't no Christian, lady. You're a prickteaser, plain and simple."

He stalked out the door, and Dora collapsed onto the couch and wept. She wept because she was ashamed of her lewd behavior, but also because she was so frantically horny. Shep had aroused her till she thought she'd die if she didn't come. She had resisted the temptation of his big thick cock, but she couldn't resist the comfort of her own finger. She hadn't played with herself since she was a little girl, already budding into womanhood but too young to date. She would lie in bed at night and play with her developing cunt, giving herself exquisite sensations.

That was almost thirty years ago, but Dora still remembered how. Weeping, ashamed, but desperately lusty, she ran her plump little hand down her lush body, over the light silky fur of her cunt, till she located the longer fleshy finger of her sensitive clit. She moaned gratefully as she began to rub it just as Shep had done, roughly and insistently, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through her hungry body. She let her legs fall wide open, closed her eyes, and gave herself up to the delicious rubbing and massaging of her clit.

Kitty awoke suddenly, sitting right up in bed. Her room was nearest the stairway, and even through her closed door she could hear the strange noises. A man and a woman arguing, a door slamming, desperate sobbing. Was Aunt Dora in trouble? Irritating as the woman was, Kitty still had some feeling for her. She knew Dora meant well, and she felt sorry for the lonely fat hymn-singing widow. Kitty leaped out of bed in her thin nightgown, opened her door quietly, and crept down the stairs. As she did so, the noises changed. The sobbing was replaced by hoarse moans, deep sighs, and little squeals. Kitty couldn't understand what it was all about. Alarmed, she reached the bottom of the stairs and peered around the corner into the front room.

What she saw made her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open. She simply couldn't believe it for a moment. Aunt Dora lay stark naked on the couch, an impressive spectacle with her lush growth of cunt-fur and her enormous quivering tits with their huge brown nipples. Her fat legs were flung wide apart, giving Kitty an unobstructed view of her big scarlet pussy, and she was working a finger steadily over that little lump of flesh which

Kitty knew to be the greatest source of pleasure in a girl's body. Dora had her eyes closed, and there was an ecstatic expression on her face. Now Kitty understood that her strange noises signified intense pleasure, and that the pleasure came from what she did with her finger.

Kitty smiled with wonder and delight. The question she'd asked Kent that afternoon-how a girl can bring herself off-was answered. All she had to do was watch Aunt Dora, because there was no mistaking what Dora was doing. Odd as it seemed, Dora the religious fanatic was playing with herself.

Kitty sat down at the bottom of the stairs to watch. As long as Dora kept her eyes closed, she wouldn't be noticed, and she could quickly duck out of the way. Even if she was caught, she wouldn't have missed this scene for the world. Her stern prissy fat aunt playing with herself-it was just too much, too fucking much. Kitty grinned as she watched the moaning fat woman. She enjoyed the lewd spectacle Dora presented, but she also wanted to learn, so she riveted her wide blue eyes to Dora's busy plump finger.

The moaning woman rubbed her finger faster and faster over the bright-red finger of flesh, which Kitty noted to be much larger than her own. The finger flicked and flashed with blinding speed, and as it did so, Dora's excitement increased. A steady river of cream flowed from the wide dark mouth of her cunt, wetting the couch beneath her, and her great body shook and trembled and turned beet red. As she aroused herself more and more, Dora's fat faced screw up into a grimace of lusty joy, her tongue lolled out, and her eyes rolled wildly and blindly. She moaned, shrieked, wailed....

"Aw, God, YES," she babbled, "fuck, fuck, screw...."

Kitty stifled a guffaw. To hear puritanical Aunt Dora use words like that-it just cracked her up. She wished she could tell Kent about it, but Dora was his mother and he might not be amused. No, she would have to keep this delicious scene to herself. She watched studiously to see what big moaning Dora did with her finger, and presently she saw the panting fat woman slide it off her stiff aroused clit, down through the dripping plump folds of her pussylips, and into the quaking wet mouth of her mature cunt. The finger shot into the moist hair-fringed hole and began pumping in and out, just like a stiff cock.

Of course, thought Kitty, of course that's how to do it. Just make like a cock, that's all.

But Dora wasn't content with one finger. It didn't seem big enough for her experienced and fully developed cunt. She tried two fingers, three, and at last her whole hand which, to Kitty's amazement and admiration, totally disappeared up her gasping wet cunt. She pumped her hand roughly, deeply in her famished hole for a minute or so, then let out a bellow which threatened to wake the whole county.

"AHHHH!" wailed Dora. "AHHH, YES, YES, OOOHHHH!"

Kitty understood that her aunt was coming, but she'd never dreamed that coming could be so violent. Dora's two-hundred-pound body rocked the couch like it was some flimsy object, her huge tits flopped up and down and slapped loudly against her chest, and cream spurted from her orgasmic cunt as if from a hose. Kitty watched, open-mouthed, till Dora's spasms ended and her soaked fist slipped from her satisfied cunt. Then the girl scurried up the stairs, afraid her aunt might spot her. As she hurried away, she heard Dora say in a conscience-stricken voice, "Oh, my God. God forgive me."