Chapter 1
Spence grunted and lay back in the straw; noon had come, noon on a sweltering July day, and now time had come to rest and enjoy himself.
Enjoy himself. Spence grinned. He slid back his pants and his half erect cock lifted itself slowly and lazily up in the air.
His eyes searched the area but found nothing moving except the sheep in the center and one stray chicken. Spence was in the center of a quadrangle formed by a red barn, a weather-beaten blue stable, and two grey sheds. Farmer Swede, who owned all this, was too dumb to get in out of the noon sun, he was out mending fences, so Spence knew that if anyone walked in on him now it would be one of the two dames; Mary or Connie.
Connie was the one he wanted. Spence let his eyes roam over the dark insides of the stables, searching for the flash of her long blonde hair, as. his fingers began to glide over the swollen knob of his cock. Connie at seventeen was voluptuous, blonde, and wore almost nothing around the place. She was Mary's younger sister by seven years and, since Mary was married to Swede, Spence knew that he himself was the only target left for her lusts.
She'd be coming to him soon, Spence knew. And for the meantime, Spence got up, stroking his cock and shaking his head. You don't just go walking into the house of two women who are your employers with your own hard-on sticking on and then prong one. No; Connie was jailbait. Let her be the one to start it.
"Susie! Cum'ere! I'm taking you today."
Spence rubbed his spit into the red glans of his prick as he approached the trim ewe, grazing peacefully with her tiny lamb. Susie was coffee-colored with black markings on her face and hooves. She was a spunky one when she didn't feel like fucking, but Spence was confident he could fix that.
Without warning, he grabbed her two hind feet and slid her delicate, tapering hooves into the front of his boots. That was pleasure, feeling his fingers sinking through her wool onto slender, muscular thighs beneath. Her taut tendons and light bones gave him something solid to hang on to.
She was in position now. He parted her woolly buttocks to expose her cunt. Though it was no longer mating season, he was disappointed to find that her twat was neither bloody nor inflamed. He dug in his horned thumb until the ewe jumped. He had found her clit. Now the calloused pad of his finger rotated his small piece of flesh until he thought he felt it harden.
"Bahhhh, bahhh!" she let out and began to struggle.
Her struggles aroused him further. He closed his thumb and forefinger over the lips of her twat, and found them thickening with blood. He pulled them back to expose the grey flesh which the pink had been concealing. Spence, the hired man, knew from experience that the grey membranes would be the tightest and juiciest as his cock forced them back.
He waded into her now. The flaring tip of his cock was pressing up against the sheep's cunt now. She was tight and the delicate tip of his cock registered the pain of entry.
He shifted to get a better position and the rank musk of her urine and shit drifted up to his nostrils, turning him on further. He grabbed her thighs and forced her back onto his mighty meat.
"That's it, baby!" he chuckled as she twisted and turned on his spit. She was doing all the work, it was better than a blow job.
Hey! Was that the glint of sunlight or blonde hair disappearing behind the shed?
Was it his imagination again? That damn girl was with him day and night! Spence leaned over and grabbed the sheep by her woolly shoulders and laid his cheek on her neck. Susie was all he had just then, and he wanted to enjoy her all he could.
Her turning had slowed now, as she got used to feeling his prong way up in her intestines. In response, Spence began his own pumping, burying his shaft deep in her woolly buttocks. He knew he was hot and primed and wouldn't take too long now.
"Hold on, Susie Q., I'm on my way," he reassured her. With repeated fuckings he had come to feel something like love for this animal, and while he gloated in the pain that he caused her at a time like this, he also cared for her in the absent-minded way a millionaire might think of a mistress he had set up then taken for granted.
He felt his pelvis leap forward under its own steam now.
His cock felt smaller now, and it was moving forward fast and automatically like a dart or a sewing machine needle. Every few strokes he moved to a new angle and got new sensations on the head of his dork. The feeling of being a piston and of balls slapping on wool remained constant.
"Susie, that's it! Thatta' girl!"
The sheep kept backing up into him now. Her cunt grabbed his cock and squeezed and held his entire shaft. Why weren't women ever so simple and understanding and cooperative?
Spence felt his whole body rock back and forth with his thrusts now. Tingling was going on at the head of his cock, passing into his belly, and into his fingertips.
"Now, little Susie, if you care!" he told her sadly.
He bucked a final time. His knob grew huge in her cunt. He felt suspended in space for a moment, then shot his wad. His gism filled her twat.
His cock shrank even before the final pulsating came. He wrapped his dwindling meat sadly in his faded red bandana.
"Thanks, Susie," Spence muttered brokenly. He petted the ewe on the head. She looked back up at him and bleated.
Over at the water pump, Spence passed the harness that he held the different animals in when he fucked them. He didn't need it for Susie, and she was the only one. When you got a writhing cow, driven by its enflamed cunt to buck and kick out her hooves with eight hundred pounds of force behind them, that was a different story.
Spence finished washing off his cock and went back to his own quarters, a grey unpainted wooden cell in a corner of the barn. He took a long swig of whiskey, then flopped down on the bed. As he passed into unconsciousness he was back to his ever-present fantasy of unbuttoning Connie's blouse and implanting wet kisses on the soft golden skin of her belly.
Connie strolled through the sunlight of the quadrangle toward the stable. She was rolling her lush hips and flouncing her full firm tits. The little things she wore over her hips were too scanty to be called hot pants. She wore a rolled up red bandana over her boobs of flesh that the bandana only left a slight imprint where the top part of her pink aureole could be seen receding under the red cotton. The bandana ended on the sides of her tits, and a string did the rest of the work for the improvised halter leaving the rest of her full, bouncing globes in plain sight.
Her long blonde hair was spread across her shoulders. All her skin was golden with the flesh pushing out in just the right places. At seventeen, she was full and voluptuous, with an overripeness of flesh at the beginning of her ass, the plateau of her belly just below the button, and at the inside of the upper part of her thighs.
Connie peered into the darkness of the stables; in fact, she went in and checked out stall after stall. But Spence was nowhere to be found.
Connie was a virgin. She looked sexy, talked sexy, and acted sexy, but underneath she was still a scared little girl.
Her passions were rising up in her. Sometimes she was afraid that she was too fat or too awkward with all the sudden growing she was doing. At five feet eight inches she stood taller than many of the other kids her own age, and that made her wonder about herself too.
Connie wanted a man to take her. She wanted to be explored, admired, and loved. She wanted a hot hard red cock stuck up her fuckhole by a man who really valued her. Then she would know for sure that she was a beautiful woman when a man wanted her and showed it.
One man would be the one to discover the delights of her innocent,, lush body. Any day now it would happen. Her fires inside her cunt were building up steam incredibly fast. Connie had just stepped onto the roller coaster ride of her passions that we all are on, and each moment her ride was getting faster, dizzier, and more out of control. Connie knew all this, she just hoped she'd be able to name the one who would first explore her. Spence, Spence, she breathed to herself as she walked across the farm.
Spence, S-p-e-n-c-e, she kept saying as she surveyed the quadrangle sadly, then set out for her accustomed place behind the barn.
She found some loose straw up against the back wall of the barn, and began stomping it down, preparing herself a nest, the way a dog does when he turns and turns on a blanket.
Connie raised her arms to the sweltering July sun and let it take power over her. In a second, her halter and panties were off, revealing her proud young body. The golden tan stretched over every inch of her skin, an indication of how much time she had spent basking out in the sun nude like this.
Her left hand ran down from her bare shoulders over her nipples to her soft belly while her right hand concentrated right at her clit.
Connie lay back heavily on the barn wall with a thump that awakened the occupant inside. As he heard his name being called, he sat up groggily, then put his eye to the crack that ran down the weather-beaten board by his bed.
"Oh Spence, I want you so much," she said, talking to him as she pressed down on her clit and rotated it.
"Spence," she was saying quietly and sadly to herself in a voice that Spence thought might turn to quiet tears any moment as she lay there curled up, naked in the intimate little space she had prepared for herself.
"Spence, you're holding me now; Spence, your arms are pressing into the small of my back; Spence, I can feel your hard-on pushing at my cunt...."
She was going on and on. Spence was getting a hardon listening to her, and he wondered if she had planted herself there deliberately next to his bed. He thought of going to her; he wanted to, but he remembered his earlier vows. As he looked through the crack, all he could see of her was her hair, a bare shoulder, a tit, and a knee.
It was while he was examining her in this way that he became aware of a new presence, possibly before she did, for she kept on babbling, "Spence, now your cock is between my lips."
"Connie, wake up. Swede's here!" Spence hissed. He wasn't able to tell whether Connie heard him or not.
Swede's shadow, stunted in the mid-day sun, moved in on the spread "V" of Connie's golden legs.
"SWEDE!" Connie cried out, shrinking into a ball of golden flesh.
Swede stood there, swaying uncertainly on long, lean denimed legs. He and Connie shared a fairness of flesh, but where Connie's light complexion blossomed golden in the sun, Swede's skin was a deep pink beneath closely combed almost albino hair. Silver -rimmed glasses added to the effect of deep seriousness, even rigidity or pretentiousness.
Swede finally knelt on one knee before her.
"Connie, what's the matter? Are you sick girl?"
He stroked her bare shoulder reassuringly ever as his perpetually lined forehead deepened into a frown.
Connie huddled there, her senses enflamed by her nudity, her , masterbating, her erotic fantasies, and the sun. His sudden presence had been a shock to her system, but in her present aroused state she was able to get a new awareness of Swede.
He was hot for her! She knew it, beneath his show of concern and his frequent absent-minded disapproval of her. And, she thought, he was quite good looking right now, and cute in his shyness and show of concern. When she thought of Spence, her whole system opened like a flower opening its. petals to the morning sun; with Swede, she enjoyed keeping herself sheltered' from his sun, but she'd reach out her hand to test its rays. And this was what she did.
"Swede," she said softly, dropping her hand on his knee, "I'm in trouble. Since you're my brother in law, I was hoping you might be able to help me."
He crouched closer to her, his frown deepening and his head nodding.
"Swede, I'm scared. Would you hold me?"
He took her hand and squeezed it.
"No. All of me. Put your arm around my shoulders."
He put one arm around her shoulders. She cuddled her head in under his soaking armpit, and wrapped her hand around his lean belly. He put his other arm around her beautiful knees and pressed her in close to him.
She saw a tell-tale point pressing out by his fly. She dropped her hand casually next to it and took pleasure in watching his embarrassed writhings. Was he trying to conceal his hard-on from her, or to place it squarely in her hand?
"Swede, I've got a problem."
"Tell me, baby," he murmured.
"Well, I'm a teenage girl now and sometimes I think about men and my body gets all excited. Like right now, see?"
She held up one of her tanned titties to him. It was so young and firm that it stuck out perpendicular from her body anyway. Held in her palm, it was as if she were holding out a luscious ripe fruit shyly to him.
"See what it's like Swede? There's a lump in my nipple as big as a marble. It feels so good it hurts."
He reached out his leaned, veined, heavily-calloused hand and stroked her tit gently, as if it were as tender as a new-born baby.
"You're right, Connie, you do have a problem. I've been blind all this time, living in the same house with you and not even knowing you were coming into heat."
He tightened his grip around her shoulders and held her tit in his hand. He ran his thumb over her tender jutting nipple in calm circles of exploration that were driving her up the wall. She could feel herself beginning to writhe in heat in Swede's arms.
"Swede, I know that I'm very young and a virgin and all that, but I ... I wondered if you could help me. I want to see what a man looks like. I've seen animals before but never a man."
She began kneading his thighs in her young, curious hands as she waited for his answer.
He looked into her eyes, his brows knitted then looked away at the ground. His shoulders twitched and he started to speak a few times, but he was overcome; he just couldn't get the words out.
Connie turned her luscious body around in his arms so that she was facing him now, her shoulders resting on his knees. She put his hand on her belly.
"Swede," she said, "I want to go down on you. I want to put your hard cock in my mouth and suck on you. I want to see what you taste like when you come."
She was panting as she talked now. This was the first time she'd tried out all this dirty talk and she wondered if she was saying it right. She'd snuck glances in some of Mary's dirty books that were hidden behind the shelves where the preserves were stored, and she'd memorized some of the sentences she'd read.
Her glance rose over Swede's shoulder to the darkness of the crack in the weather-beaten slat on the barn wall.
Spence, laying inside with his belly down on the bed, was softly humping his mattress, fucking it in its special hole as he watched the love play outside. His giant ten inch snake was getting harder and harder as he recognized the game Connie was playing with Swede. She was available! He could have her for his own!
Yet, she was the more precious because she did not come cheaply. He sensed the depth of her reserve and her manipulation with Swede. The clever bitch was keeping him at a distance. Was she saving herself for him, Spence? Now, as she talked dirty talk to Swede and meanwhile looking over his shoulder into Spence's eyes in the crack in the barn, Spence guessed that she was seeking his approval and telling him, "Don't be jealous, your turn will come; and when it does, you can FUCK ME, I won't play games with you like this."
Swede, with his animal patience, accepted this. He looked back on her streaming tawny hair, her pink-tipped tits and her full hips, and slowly ground his erect cock into the rough horsehair of his mattress.
Swede was just staring at Connie, his eyes stricken, as if this was the moment he'd been longing for and dreading for years. Well, he wasn't only being unfaithful to his wife, he was doing it with her seventeen year old little sister. This wasn't just infidelity, this was incest! And yet, the same streak of Puritanism in his soul that made him feel shock at this sin also led him to confess his desire to his partner.
"Connie," he whispered, "I've been wanting you for years. I dream of you when I'm fucking Mary. This is the moment I've been waiting for!"
His uptight soul was melting before her.
"Connie, when you were nine and ten, and twelve, you were already big and beautiful and well-developed. I wanted you then, I used to peak and watch you in the bathtub and at the swimming hole. I used to think about you and jerk off when I was out on the range on horseback even. I always wanted you and I used to tell myself it's not time, she's not ready."
Connie was sunny, beaming, yet reserved; a nude goddess bestowing her favors.
She reached up with one cool palm and wiped away Swede's ever-present frown from his brow.
Then she unzipped his fly. His meat popped out, lean, veined, and raw. She clasped it in her cool palm, and felt him tremble all over.
"Swede," she said, "yours is the first cock I've ever seen. I'm so grateful to you for showing yourself to me."
She leaned over and took him in her mouth. Her touch was wet and eager. She swished his member all around in there, around her teeth, above and below her tongue, shallow and deep.
Swede felt that he was in a heaven of bliss, and all ready to burst. This was nothing like sex with Mary, where he went into a slow grinding, almost like masturbating, that went on forever, until he used his own conscious effort to bring it to an end. Connie's innocent lips drove him into the brink of ecstasy immediately. He was on the verge of coming, yet he did not come. He wasn't holding back through any effort of will, like pretending he was reading a newspaper. He remembered his first fuck, how it felt the same, how he entered a wet, warm place and loved it there and wanted to stay there forever.
"Connie, you're beautiful, you're good. How did you learn to do this so well? Your lips are like feathers."
Connie smiled to herself and kept on going. She was moving her lips back and forth, lightly, over the head of his cock, blowing on it lightly, teasingly.
His hips responded, and he began moving his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Connie, I'm fucking you in the mouth, and you can see it! You can see my hard-on and my balls and my tummy and everything, and you can play with them any way you want with your hands. And I can watch my cock going in and out from between your lips, too, that's the best part."
He began to fuck her mouth harder while he was talking, and his hands were all over her body. He particularly explored the small of her back and the fat cheeks of her ass.
"Jesus Christ!" muttered Spence through the crack. "You're as naive as she is, Swede. You're just like a little kid. I'm going to have to show you a thing or two sometime, even if you are my boss. For right now though, I wish to hell I could change places with you. I'd give anything to have my prick in Connie's mouth right now."
Then Spence went back to his mattress. He wasn't satisfied with Connie's mouth, he made the whole mattress her. He imagined that he held her shoulders between his hands, and that her body lay limp and completely abandoned to him. He was fucking her, and she was sliding back and forth beneath him as he stroked.
Swede's long lean prick was stretched with blood now. His red glans was huge and throbbing, and the purple veins were standing out so far that Connie could feel them easily with her tongue. His pace was increasing.
Connie, who moments before had been the distant goddess bestowing her blessing, was now becoming afraid. Her sensitive lips were getting thoroughly turned on by his meat sliding in and out of her, she was getting drunk with the rhythm, and at this rate she was sure she'd be giving herself to Swede any second, while it was really Spence that she wanted to have the ultimate sacrifice of her virginity.
Swede, too, was hypnotized. His entire body was jerking in convulsive movements that were all centered around one thing: his cock sliding in and out of her wet greedy mouth.
"Come on, Connie, blow me! Eat me! That's it, kid, do it! Eat me raw!"
Connie began sucking for dear life now. Only seconds ago had she discovered that a man's cock has a taste to it too, a bittersweet salty taste, and now she wanted more of it. The pre-fuck juices dripping from the end of Swede's dork were so delicious that she wanted to suck his whole tube dry.
She sucked him deep into her mouth now, then slid and pushed and spat him out. Her lips were going over the surface of his cock so fast now that they resembled the piston of a speeding racing car.
Swede, too, was fairly flying as he matched her movements with alacrity.
"Connie!" he cried out, "hold me! I'm getting ready to come!"
She focused every bit of her sex on the tip of his cock,-ignoring the burning in her own cunt.
Now his hips jerked convulsively and drove his burning shaft deep into her throat. There he was still.
She wondered at his stillness. Was this it? Then his geyser erupted driving the boiling liquid all over her throat, where it clung stickily. She treasured every shudder of his meat, and as the pulsating slowed she began lapping up the final drops of sticky cum from the wide hole of his dork.
Swede treasured every touch of her tongue and lips. This was better treatment than his wife Mary had given him "in the ten childless years of their marriage. She was like a giant soft kitten licking away at his cream. He wanted to let her lick forever, but for now it was getting time to do all the noon chores and he was late. Spence, the hired man, was lazy and he, Swede, was the one who had to keep the place going. Ail Spence did was sodomize the animals and sleep and dream and drink all day.
Spence, aware of the stillness outside, slowed his own motion so that he wouldn't be overheard. In fact, he let his thrust die out without a struggle. He wanted to part Connie's silky, tawny tendrils with his prong, he wanted to sink deeply into her soft, aroused flesh, and that fuckin' stiff horsehide mattress was nothing like Connie.
Connie lay back in the sun. She was hot herself, but she didn't know what to do about it, and the thought of asking prudish Swede to bring her off was beyond her.
"Better get some clothes on," he said, standing up and shaking his cum and her saliva off his cock.
She nodded in false assent and hunched up sleepily in the straw.
"Come on," he said, nudging her, "I don't want people seeing my sister-in-law out here naked."
That's what I want, she said to herself, I want Spence to come upon me naked in the sun.
"You're getting pretty possessive after one blow job," Connie said to Swede.
She got up and dressed like a sulky child. The straw had left pink lines criss-crossing her fair skin.