Chapter 8
"Can you drive a truck, Leona?" Mel asked me over breakfast. When I looked surprised at the question, he explained: "I have to harvest wheat today and Gene has to go into town with Dad, so if you can drive a truck you'd really speed it up for me."
"Well, yes, I have driven trucks but I don't have a license," I said.
"This is a farm, not a freeway," Gene laughed, and the others joined in heartily-except for Tony, of course. He merely glowered at me, hurt in his eyes. Bob seemed to bear me no grudge, and that made it hard for me to be angry with him. I spoiled him at breakfast with great batches of buckwheat cakes and great coffee, but beneath all that I was determined as ever to go through with my plan. And the opportunity Gene offered me was too good to miss.
We walked out into the area behind the silos where the vehicles were parked. The truck was a monster with countless gears, and he had to explain the more esoteric points to me before I trusted myself to get inside it. He climbed into the cabin of a giant harvester and drove it into the vast wheat fields that stretched the horizon. As we left, Bob and Gene drove away in the pick-up truck, with Tony sitting in the back holding his school books. My pussy vibrated with good omens. Big, strong Gene, the quiet one in the family. I was willing to bet he was a powerful lover, not the most imaginative perhaps but one who could satisfy a woman simply by not stopping until she gave up. I watched as he cut the first straight swath into the golden field, and when he got back he transferred the load from his storage bin into the truck. I drove it to the silo and lowered an enormous vacuum cleaner hose into it, which sucked it all up. Back to the field, back to the silos, working until it was time for lunch. I was disappointed that he hadn't tried anything with me all morning, but we had all day and I hadn't given up by any means.
"Come on in," he said, opening the door to the cabin on his harvester. "It's air-conditioned in here." I scampered up and joined him in there. It was a luxury cabin all right, air-conditioning was just one of its many features. The seats were comfortably padded and upholstered in leather, a stereo played soft, resonant music, the windows had been tinted, a two-way radio connected him with the house, and the dashboard contained a slew of green-light dials all set in lacquered wood. The lunch I had packed us was spread over a small table, and he took two bottles of beer from a cooled compartment.
"This is lovely!" I exclaimed, looking out over the golden wheat surrounding us. "And I thought you farmers had it rough! Boy, I know people who'd kill for a room like this cabin."
"Yeah, I guess," he said, munching his sandwiches and washing them down with beer. Now that we were so close and all alone, I began to look at him with different eyes. Again I was impressed by the strong muscles rippling along his arms, the barrel chest, and the square-cut face that betrayed so little emotion. But there was more to him than that. He exuded a strong sexuality that set my every nerve on edge. I couldn't figure out why he had that effect on me. Perhaps it was his self-assurance or his indifference, in any case my pussy began to water and I began to worry that the juice would soak through my jeans and show up before I was ready to make my move. All through lunch I had to control my hands to stop them from shaking. My nipples were hard and since I hadn't bothered to wear a bra that day, they poked out through the man's shirt I had been given for the occasion. Did he notice such things? His stolid countenance suggested that he thought of nothing but wheat.
I'd like to fuck you," he said suddenly and unemotionally. I've seen the looks you give me and now I want to take you up on it."
"What?" I nearly fell off my seat with shock. "Did I hear right?"
"Let's not play around," he said. "I know you want it and I've got it. How about it?"
"But you're my stepson!" I trotted out a bunch of platitudes but inwardly I blessed him for his forthrightness. He heard me out and repeated his original proposition. "Oh Mel, it's not that I don't want to," I said, "but I don't want to hurt your father, you understand that, don't you?"
"I'm no gossip," he said, brushing his sparse beard to get the crumbs out of it. In spite of the gravity of the situation I started to laugh. It was like the sphinx saying its lips were sealed! "What's funny?" he demanded to know.
"Nothing, nothing. Okay, we'll make love, I'm yours," I said, throwing up my hands helplessly. Then I waited. Mel didn't move. "Well?"
"I don't much like to play sticky wickets and shit like that," he said. "I leave that to the women. All I do is fuck."
I understood. The table was in our way and I packed it behind the seats, then slid toward him and embraced him about the neck. Mel sat still but his lips responded when I kissed him. It felt strange to me to be seducing this grown man. His body was so hard and strong, so big compared to Tony's or James's, that I couldn't quite figure out where to begin. But that came easily enough after a few kisses.
My fingers opened the buttons of his shirt and pushed it out of the way to expose his broad, hairy chest. With a sigh of bliss I rested my face against it and breathed in the scent of his sweat, so acrid, yet so pleasing. Briefly I wondered why I was going through all this trouble just to get him to lay me. I was still more than attractive enough to get what I wanted my way! But the way he stated his case had impressed me. He was a specialist. He fucked! And he had to be very good at it, or else he wouldn't be so sure of himself.
"Do you like what "I'm doing?" I asked in my little girl voice as my hands toiled to undo his thick leather belt.
"You're doing fine."
I unzipped his jeans and looked on with bated breath as his pubic hair emerged. A bit further on the thick base of his cock became visible, then more of his stalk, and more ... and more! He was half hard and his cock lay on an angle over his left thigh, a thick length of brown cable girded by dark blue veins, but his knob was not vet in sight. With a high-pitched cry of frustration and ecstasy, I pulled his jeans down with all my might, and there it was, his knob! I couldn't believe my eyes! Nine, maybe ten inches, as thick as my wrist, inflated before me and bobbed up as in an invitation. "Now I understand!" I sighed.
The music throbbed on and my body began to beat in time with it. The sight of his cock nearly devastated me. I sat there, bent over his snake and staring at it, and I simply forgot what to do next. "One woman in town can take it all into her mouth," said Mel in his level voice. "Nobody else has done that." It was a challenge, of course, and I sprang to meet it as soon as I had removed my clothes. In spite of the air-conditioning I was sweating profusely. Naked, I felt more agile, more able to deal with so much man. My fingertips ran along the hard tube of flesh, so smooth on the outside, so hard on the inside. I felt faint and sort of melted down about his cock with my face. Only half of his shaft made it into my mouth but I was only beginning. First I had to taste what such a big cock could do for my head!
I prepared myself for the onslaught by relaxing every muscle in my body. That wasn't hard since my passions were so hot that everything had gone, gooey inside anyway. Then I ran my tongue in spirals about his cock and made it shine with my spit Mel approved in his tacit fashion. He lounged back and occasionally took a sip of his bottle of beer. His balls were licked thoroughly, his asshole got a going over, then back to his cock, that great big beautiful cock that kept getting bigger the more I tongued it. My mouth opened wide and without touching his dick my lips slid down toward his balls, only stopping when his knob bumped into my palate. I thought of the time a doctor had shoved a small stick down my mouth and I had gagged. Now, with a veritable limb in my mouth, there wasn't the slightest impulse to do that. New energies were in play, produced by my lust I could take all of him and his balls as well!
It took a while. I had to work his formidable knob into my throat with half twists, coordinating his entries with my breathing rhythm. But the time came when his pubic hair brushed against my nose, and soon after that I had hairs tickling my lips. I moved my head back a little, took a deep breath, and let my face drop over his cock to get all of him in. Mel wasn't so cool anymore. He put his beer down and held me by both shoulders while his hips worked his cock deeper into me, making sure not a millimeter of his meat was left out "Well, you're number two now," he said at last, and released me, probably because he thought I was choking. Again I drew back and took in air, but this time I held his ball bag up and stuffed it into my mouth along with his great cock. The strain was terrific but it was worth it to hear him correct himself: "Number one, I mean."
I let his balls go and started to blow him more easily, running my tongue along his knob, cleaving my lips to the sides of his thick shaft, fondling his ass, and doing everything that pleased him. I had almost forgotten about his promised fuck until he tapped me on the shoulder and said: "Hey, listen, I want to fuck you now but I've got to get to work as well. You don't mind if I do both, do you?"
"Er .,. anything you say," I said, too bewildered to think straight. He hoisted me up on his lap and I stood on the floor while he aimed his cock at my cunt. As soon as his knob had been fitted into the hole he pulled me down on it, and I thought I'd expire! It was like jumping out of a plane and landing cunt-first on a telephone pole! "Hey, take it easy! Oh Jesus, no, take it out, take it out, it's too big!" Like father, like son. Only this boy didn't know he was a special case. Instead of releasing me he pulled down on me even harder, and that immense cock forced my cunt to stretch to the maximum. As soon as he was right up me he started the engines and the harvester rolled up to the next line of wheat to be cut.
"You can steer," he said. "Just drive nice and straight." That was easy for him to say. He grabbed hold of my ass and lifted me far enough to give his loins some play. That he used to drive his cock into me with short, hard strokes, and with every stab my eyeballs took a spin. The harvester wasn't hard to control under normal circumstances, but for me it became impossible. I sweated and concentrated on the task but each time I got the thing back on course he shoved his dick up through my belly again, my eyeballs turned a hitch, and the steering wheel seemed to go haywire! It felt so nice, though. I loved the feel of his dick in me, the way it penetrated, the way it throbbed and the pressure it brought to bear on my whole cunt. It felt as though my clitoris had been swallowed up when his cock entered me, and now it was getting chafed and drubbed like he had a special attachment for that purpose. I couldn't enjoy myself fully and drive at the same time so forgot about the latter. My hands stayed on the wheel but it wasn't me driving.
As he made inroads on my inhibitions I bent further and further over the wheel and he followed me up until he was standing behind me and driving his cock into me like a pile-driver! Great thuds heralded each arrival, my juices washed and sloshed about in there, and my clitoris glowed like a light in the dark! "OOOOOOOWWWW!" I heard myself yowl. "OH-AAAHHH OH CHRIST, UUUUGGGHHH, AAAAHHHH, SSSSSSSSSS!" I tried to tell him how wonderful it was but the first letter no sooner came out than he'd give me another shove and that was the end of trying to make sense. I clung to the steering wheel as best I could to keep my footing for him. Mel had his hands on my tits and his thrusts started far back now that he had my number. Each time he drove it up me his belly slapped against my ass and my eyes bugged out. There was something of his father about the way he fucked, and it occurred to me several times how I missed Bob. But the son was a virile young bull so there was nothing really lacking. His cock seemed to be digging deeper with every stroke, opening up new areas of excitement, and I kept hollering and drooling and having a wonderful time, hoping he would never blow.
Many minutes went by, him fucking, me yelling and climaxing, but suddenly we were interrupted by a loud buzzer. "Oh shit!" He pulled out and pushed me over into the passenger seat. "Goddamn storage bin is full!" He pushed some levers and the rotors were lifted above the crop, and he began to turn the wheel around. For a moment he looked bewildered, then he stopped the machine altogether. "Where the fuck are we?" he asked me. When I didn't answer he opened the cabin door and stood on the roof to survey the field. When he came back in he was shaking with laughter. "Damn! You're the worst pilot any man ever had. Go look at what you done, woman!"
A great, tortuous trail had been cut through the wheat, long and nonsensical, completely at odds with the regularity of the fields and the rest of the machine's work. I was red in the face about it but in my condition I could only take work so seriously and no more. My body was in full flight and arrested in mid-climax. "Why don't we stop here and finish what we started?" I asked, but the boy was too busy laughing. I had never seen him so amused.
"That's the funniest goddamn thing I've seen since Dad left the pick up double-parked one time, and he came out to find all the other parked cars had left. There's his truck, right in the middle of the road! Ahahahahaha!"
"You're a peculiar person, Mel," I said. He was getting me annoyed. "Now when are you going to take care of business?" His cock was still good and hard, if he hurried we could pick up right where we had left off. But he started the harvester up and drove it back to the truck. He asked me to help him and the two of us worked at transferring the load by means of sophisticated machinery. Strange to be operating machines while we were both nude. I felt kind of animal and free at that moment, and my eyes kept wandering over to Mel's big cock. It was somewhat deflated but still big enough to do me in. Wheat piled up in the truck. He was obviously going to finish the job before attending to me.
The storage bin was empty and I looked at him expectantly. Mel jumped up on the running board of the truck and peered into the back. Then he held out his hand and helped me up. Without warning he took me around the waist and threw me into the mound of grain. I screamed and tried to get out but he was on top of me in an instant, his hands opening my cunt hole up, his cock banging away at me already. I surrendered at once. His cock entered along with a few grains of wheat but nothing mattered except that he finish his fine fuck. A few thrusts and I had forgiven him for the delay. A few more and I was right back where he had me at the time the buzzer went off.
The grain was deliciously rough against my skin, and as he fucked me with his powerful strokes he drove us both deeper into the pile. The sun shone down on us, loose grains rolled along our bodies, got in between us, scratched and tickled, and slowly covered us. I got lost in all that gold and all that sex. It was like a crazy dream! We sagged down the heap to the side of the truck and the grain kept rolling down on us. When I opened my mouth to let out a yell of bliss, it got in, more got up my nose, and it all seemed to add to the experience.
When Mel came he fucked like a bucking bronc. His limbs shot out in all directions, his cock banged into me left and right, his balls slapped my asshole and his teeth sank into my neck, but best of all his cock released a blast of hot cream that whitewashed my innards from top to bottom. I knew I had been fucked. My body tingled all over and my head felt empty. I didn't want to do anything, not talk, not smooch, nothing, just a cigarette and some peace and quiet. Mel was good at the last two. He rested on top of me until he was all better. Then he got off, helped me out of the back of the truck, and left me to go to work.
Just like that, he was gone. I leaned against the truck and smoked absently as I watched the harvester cut into the wheat field. He would have to work solidly to erase that crazy pattern before his father came home. And I would have to help him, too. I had to unload the truck in the nude because my clothes were still in the harvester. When I got them back I regretted having to wear them. All I seemed to be doing these days was putting my clothes on, taking them off, putting them on again only to drop my drawers again-what was it all for?
Mel and I worked solidly until dusk fell. Way down the field there was still some evidence of our careening trip through the crops, but no one would notice. He said nothing about it to me. We were too hungry for talk, and when it was too dark to work we were too tired as well. But no one cared how tired I was. The dinner had to be cooked, and I was the one who did the cooking. Tony gave me a hand preparing the food. He still wouldn't talk to me but he wasn't as angry anymore.
After dinner I soaked in the tub for a heavenly hour and tried to figure out whether I ought to go straight to bed or if an evening's TV was called for. Elaine dropped by and helped me out of my quandary. "I want you to help me," she said as she drew me aside. "My husband came home and I tried everything to get him to screw me. That limp prick wouldn't do it! I'm desperate, Leona, you have to help me. If he doesn't make it tonight I'm going to leave him and that's that!"
"Don't be rash, you've got a good life with him," I said wearily.
"It's been going on for too long," she said. "Please, Leona, be a friend tonight, help me to seduce him!"
"What good would it do even if we did get it up? I couldn't come over every time you wanted to get laid, could I?" I wanted to sleep, rest, be done with the worries of the world. If Elaine hadn't been so desperate I would have shown her the door, but she insisted on my coming with her.
"You'll think this is silly," she said, "but I want to remind him how nice it was to fuck, I want to provide him with a few sexual fantasies, and maybe that'll get him started again."
"I see ... well, okay, I'll come with you." Bob and the boys didn't mind my going out, but Bob reminded me sharply to be home by bedtime. He wanted to try again obviously but he was going to be disappointed. Elaine drove me over to her place and hurried me along the driveway. She really wanted to get laid!
"Hello, darling, you remember Leona don't you?" she said nervously. Her husband, Alec, looked up from his newspaper and nodded distantly at me. He had on a smoking jacket and horn-rimmed glasses and looked like a throw-back to a '50's situation comedy. His hair was crew cut and he had on sensible black shoes. The question that presented itself to me was: why had she married this asshole? "You don't mind if we sit here and talk, do you?" The top of his head was visible over the newspaper and it shook from side to side. The master granted his permission.
I looked at her to see what she had in mind. Elaine was nervous and fidgety, her fists clenched and unclenched, and I could tell she was making a big decision. After some minutes she turned to me and whispered for me to come into the kitchen with her. In amid the pots and pans she presented her manifesto: "This is it, Leona, boom or bust. We're going to take off our clothes and dance in like a couple of whores in a quiet brothel, and if that doesn't stoke him up nothing will. Are you game?"
"But what if he tells Bob?" I worried.
"Do you think Bob would believe such a story? I mean, it's not as if Alec was a sex bomb of a man."
"Okay, let's do it," I grinned. The idea was kooky enough to appeal to me. We stripped off our clothes and hung them over the counters, then took each other by the hand and took a deep breath. Suddenly we rushed out of the kitchen, singing the Bugs Bunny song, and we danced right into the living room, circling about Alec. He looked astonished and paralyzed. His paper dropped out of his hands and his mouth fell open as his eyes followed our wild, bacchanalian dance. We really put on a show for him, turning round and round, bending over, coming at him pussy first, wiggling our tits, blowing kisses, the works! A red-blooded man would have jumped up and joined us. Not Alec. He watched until we were close to exhaustion, and then coldly told his wife to go put her clothes back on.
"Fuck you!" she said. She was breathing hard from her exertions and her face glowed red. No longer was she nervous or scared. She had thrown off the last of her inhibitions and instead of being the obedient housewife he wanted, she flung her arms about me and planted a kiss smack on my lips!
Now her husband came to life. His face turned red as a tomato and he leaped to his feet with enough momentum to send him bouncing over to Elaine. He grabbed her by the hair, spun her round and slapped her hard across the face. "Don't be disgusting!" he yelled. "Now put your clothes on and tell this woman to go home!"
He made me very, very angry. Elaine was crestfallen and looked about to give in, but I had just begun to fight. "Don't listen to him," I told her. "It's two against one, remember?" She looked at me in surprise, and then the light went on in her eyes. Alec lost some of his poise when we turned toward him. "Look at him, we could do him over with no trouble at all."
"Yes, we could!" she replied, and as one we attacked the man. He was, luckily, too much of a gentleman to punch us, and that left him virtually defenseless. We wrestled him to the floor and beat up on him to our heart's content. Neither of us could hit very hard but a few good blows hit him in places that bled or bruised easily, and within minutes he looked a real mess. "You superior bastard!" I heard Elaine hiss. "I wanted to do this so often, to just slap your smug face good and hard but I never had the guts to. Now you've pushed me too far."
"Get the hell offa me!" he said in a quiet, menacing tone. We paid him no heed. Both of us sat on him and belabored him with our fists until he bucked suddenly and threw us off. "Now, you bitches!" he yelled, flinging himself on top of us. "Now you'll get what you've been begging for!" He grabbed us both by the hair and began to drag us around the room. The pain was tremendous! In desperation I wrenched free and leaped up to charge at him with lowered head. I got him right in the midriff and the man went down with a gasp of shock. Elaine got on top of him again and this time we pulled out all the jambs. We hit and slapped and scratched until our arms were tired.
"Now let's rape the motherfucker," said Elaine. She was grinning broadly and her spirit infected me. Yes, let's rape him. He was ours to do with as we pleased, our helpless, bleeding, scratched up victim. A look of fear glinted in his eyes and he tried to put up some resistance but his spirit had been broken. We undid his preposterous smoking jacket and his shirt, took off his tie, unzipped his pants, both of us laughing and cackling over his defeat.
"Help me take off his pants," she said, and while I lifted his ass she pulled at the cuffs and slid them down his legs. Boxer shorts covered up his privates. I wondered how big this man could be. The moment Elaine removed his briefs I stole a peek and was truly surprised.
"My God, it's an anaconda!" I gasped, looking at the limp, curled up snake in awe. "Why, he makes your brother look like an underprivileged person!"
"Isn't it beautiful?" she smiled proudly. "That's the reason I married him . . . but little did I know how unwilling his spirit was."
"Listen, girls, enough is enough," Alec said feebly. He tried to sit up but his wife promptly pushed him down again. Both of us fingered his cock to our heart's content, and pressed fond kisses upon its rosy knob. Oh, to bring this magnificent tool to life! My cunt quaked at the very idea of accommodating it, and I understood why Elaine should get so desperate to get laid. Having a cock like this in the house was like a million dollars; but to have it limp all the time was to have the money under someone else's lock and key.
"Can you hold him down, Leona?" Elaine said irritably as her husband persisted in his efforts to escape our attentions. I nodded and moved up along his body, straddling him all the way. A look of horror came into his eyes as he watched my pussy come closer and closer to his face. And when I sat on his face he tried feebly to push me away but it was too late. All of my weight pressed my cunt down into his mouth, he had to open up and eat it, I left him no choice. "Yes, that's good," Elaine told me. It certainly was. I sat back a little so he could breathe through his nose but that was the only concession I made. For the rest I moved my cunt about against his mouth so that his teeth chafed against my clit and rubbed me into a state of distilled pleasure. The fact that he had become so passive pleased me, too. So many men had reduced me to that state, now it was my turn. "Yes, very good," Elaine muttered behind me, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of the wash of spit around a cock too large to be sucked.
I turned around and sure enough, she had her mouth wide open and both her hands wrapped around a suddenly fat cock, and she was doing her utmost to take it into her face. No wonder her husband was so passive now. There was enough cock for two, so I turned about on the pivot of his mouth and bent over to get a taste. Elaine reluctantly made room for me, and the two of us kissed the bulging side of his cock, sliding up and down, pecking at his balls, running our tongues about his knob, and generally turning his cock into a cast-iron monument to the universal phallus. It took a lot to get Alec hard but once he was there he was obviously a stayer!
"Beautiful!" I breathed, working my cunt around into his face and caressing his cock with all fingers, teeth, tongue, and lips. Forgotten were the epithets I'd bestowed on him when first we came into the house. A man with such a cock couldn't be all bad. Elaine's mouth was very close to mine and we managed to share long, lingering kisses with his cock coming between us, but Alec couldn't see because he had a face full of ass. He was even doing a little tongue work on me, a most pleasing sensation for which I rewarded him with bucketsful of juice. This was turning into a wonderful party!
We kissed his belly and his balls, we went down on his ass together, and Alec cooperated fully now, lifting himself up, spreading his legs, and eating my pussy full blast. He wasn't bad at it, either. His tongue insinuated itself into all the right crevices and he knew how to lick a clitoris into insensibility. But he wouldn't rim me, and that was a disappointment, especially since we were eating him right out back there.
"Go to it," I said to Elaine, "this looks like your big chance to me, baby." She nodded, gave him a few more licks, and then mounted him deftly. Alec seemed unaware of it. He kept digging his tongue into my cunt with the same regular beat. I moved back a bit to give her room to bounce about but I kept on taking shots at his dick. It felt so good against my lips, throbbing against my flesh, smooth and hot, a loaded pistol! When Elaine got down far enough I was able to combine two pleasures in one. Her cunt was dripping wet and her juices mingled with out spit to cover his cock with a shiny film as if to flavor it. The fragrance of her cunt blended with his sweat; so many sensual delights just for me!
"Push it up me, Alec!" I heard Elaine moan. "Oh God, I need it so much. Yes, that's the way, right in me, right in me, that's where it belongs. Oh darling, if only you knew how it felt!" I was pushed out of the way when she leaned forward, and eventually I got off her husband's face so she could monopolize him. But Alec made sure I stayed near enough for him to finger my pussy even at the peak of his passion. It was a lovely sight to see the two of them fucking so passionately. Elaine's beautiful, slender body writhed about on top of him, working his dick into her body from all angles, to different depths and at varying speeds, working him and herself to get it all just right even while her face was screwed up in ecstasy and she seemed on the edge of losing control. Alec was a different man. He had a hold on her hips and jiggled her about until she looked like a limp rag doll on top of him. This was the kind of treatment she really got off on. It must have felt great! I could just imagine that big cock inside me banging around like a loose clapper!
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted, eyes closed, mouth slack, her nails digging into the skin of his chest. "Oh Alec, fuck me, fuck me. AAAAAHHHH DEEPER, DEEPER, YES, YES, OH MY GOODNESS YESSSSSSSSS, OH ALEC, ALEC DARLING, I LOVE YOU!! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" Both of them had forgotten about me. His finger was still inside my pussy but it was no longer moving around. I moved back off it and started to finger myself in order to keep abreast of their passion. Alec lifted his torso off the floor and slowly forced her down until he was on his knees before her and she was on her knees facing him. His clasped both her buttocks in his big hands and moved her to and fro over his mighty dick. Elaine just hung on to his neck and kept her face buried in his shoulder, emitting tiny moans and groans, building up to yet another climax.
I was getting desperate. Their fucking inflamed my passions to the point at which I simply had to have something big and hard up my cunt I looked around for an object that could be used as a dildo, but their household was eminently respectable. I looked into adjoining rooms, and finally checked out the kitchen. I found a large carrot there, which I cleaned thoroughly. As soon as I was back in the living room I wetted the carrot with my spit and, with my eyes on the fucking couple, I started to push it into my cunt inch by inch.
At first it was very easy. I moved the carrot into my cunt in short bursts so that my juices would cover every part of it. But the more of it that got into me, the harder it became. The carrot was a thick one, gnarled and hard, and when I closed my eyes I could imagine a farmer getting on top of me, driving his endless dick into my yawning pussy with tentative but powerful strokes. The moaning and groaning so near to me was a great incentive to put more and more of the vegetable up my box. I felt greedy and horny and wild, and I didn't stop jamming it up myself until only the green bush stuck out. Then, with practiced motions, I started to fuck myself.
They didn't notice me until Alec blew his stack, and by then it was too late to stop me. I was in full gallop, working the long carrot in and out of my squelching, contracting cunt and sighing and carrying on, oblivious to public opinion. I could feel the impending orgasm, it was within reach, but I had to force the pace to get there. Hard and fast, maintaining a deadly pace for the sake of progress, moving the carrot in and out of me until I dripped with sweat and the muscles of my arms ached, pushing, pushing, almost there, couldn't quite make it; I thought of my son James, and with a rush I cleared the hurdle and landed in a mire of bliss!
"Phew! Sorry about your carrot, I'll get another one for you," I said, throwing the used vegetable aside and mopping my brow. "I had to have a little for myself, though, I got so horny watching you two lovebirds making out."
Elaine smiled her understanding but her husband looked at me with saucer eyes. "You mean you couldn't restrain yourself?" he asked, and for once his tone was uncertain.
"No, when it gets this bad you'll fuck anything," I said. I rubbed my pussy gingerly. It was sore from the eating and the beating, and now that the fun was over the pain showed through.
"But I thought women didn't have such problems," muttered Alec. He had been talking to himself but we both heard him clearly. Elaine and I jumped on him, verbally this time, and it came out that he had never understood that women had independent sex drives, that they got frustrated and horny just like men. "But why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked his wife.
"I naturally assumed you knew," she said. "Oh Alec, do you mean to say you didn't know?"
"It's embarrassing but frankly, no, I thought quite the opposite." There followed some forehead slapping and more talking, and I could see they were limbering up for the next fuck so I asked Elaine to drive me home quickly. She was very excited and told me that this was the breakthrough she had been hoping for. I was glad for her even while I doubted that it would make all that much difference. However, his attitude did explain why he hadn't taken her up on her earlier attempts at seduction. He hadn't known what she was doing! Men! And women! What a bunch of screwballs.
I got out of the car and she immediately turned it round and sped back to her husband to show him more of the light. For a few minutes I stood in the dark and surveyed the house. Would our lives ever fall into place? One more screwball to be screwed and then... the moment of truth.