Chapter 1
"You want to fuck bad, don't you?" the six-foot-three, black-haired farm hand muttered under his breath as his bare knee slid onto the bed. He chuckled as he reached down and slid his fingers under the elastic waistband of her sheer white panties.
"I.. . " Janet Baker stopped then bit her Up. The tall brunette decided to lay quietly, enjoying the sensation of the bed linen feeling like hundreds of feathers stroking her. She rocked her firm buttocks first to the left, then to the right as Chuck Granger steadily pulled the damp briefs down over her creamy thighs to her ankles. Janet inhaled sharply when she felt the cool air in the bedroom contact her hot puffy labia.
"Forget the talk, babe. I can see how hot you are," Chuck said, dropping her wrinkled parities to the floor next to her bra and dress. Janet sighed happily, reaching down and running her slender fingers lightly over her inner thighs. She loved the tickling, hot flash-like sensations that movement always produced. "I'll do that," the big farm hand said, moving his hand over her furry mound, then lowering it with maddening slowness.
Touch me! she screamed to herself as she watched that huge, calloused hand descend toward her quivering pussylips. She wanted to order Chuck to fuck her brains out. But he wasn't like the other twenty hands on her farm. Chuck was an independent man, one who preferred to give orders rather than take them. What was frustrating was that he was usually right.
"I want to fuck," Janet moaned, hating herself for admitting it. Almost immediately the brunette felt Chuck's fingers brushing her pussy curls. She felt her belly quiver uncontrollably with spasms of delight. The wiry pubic curls were pulled back and forth by Chuck's roving hand. That light tickling was producing cuntal ripples more powerfully than a sharp direct palm contact would. Janet closed her eyes and rolled her head to the side, ashamed of the lustful emotion she knew was showing on her face. She thought she could be the sophisticate and act a little more worldly in the sack. Here she was acting like the teenaged virgin hot to trot. "Mmmmmmm," the woman groaned through her tightly clenched teeth, bending her knees and spreading her thighs as Chuck lowered the heel of his palm gently to the bottom junction of her pussylips. That subtle pressure made Janet's stiffened clit throb.
"Take a good look at this mother, honey. It's gonna split through those snatch-lips of yours pretty fuckin' soon," Chuck rasped.
Janet loved the powerful, obscene language Chuck was using. She was feeling waves of hot, mind-crushing sensuality wash over her writhing naked body. Towering above her was the muscular, sweating bulk of Chuck Granger. It all blended into a feeling of wanting to be degraded. She opened her eyes and took another good look at the big man's cock jerking above her flat belly. Janet's heart pounded wildly as she saw the thick, flanged tip pulsating with desire. A tiny drop of jizz dangled from the slit at the end as the thick, blue rope-like veins wrapped around the shaft throbbed in time to Chuck's rapid pulse. Janet remembered how many times she saw the big man working near the house and how many times she speculated as to how hung he was. Never in her wildest daydreams did she believe she'd find out.
"God, please," Janet cried, wrinkling her forehead with desire as she rubbed her fingers more anxiously along the flushed sides of her pussylips. Janet's large, rounded titties jiggled with her rapid rubbing movements as they glistened with sweat under the late afternoon sun. Her nipples poked invitingly into the air.
To tease her more, Chuck grabbed the red/purplish head of his dick, gleaming with pre-cum juice, and whacked it fast between his thumb and forefinger. He moaned as he felt his nuts rising up and pressing against the big fat root of his dick.
Janet's eyes widened as she watched the big man's prick swell with that sudden stimulation. She dug her thumbnail into her clit while the rest of her fingers feathered teasingly along the quivering edges of her outer cuntlips. Hot fuck oil frothed out from the dark slit between her labia, oozing over her fingers and onto her wrist as the big-titted brunette worked herself up to a big orgasm. It would be the first in a long, long time.
"Now," Chuck said simply. But Janet knew what he meant. She couldn't believe this was finally happening. After all these months, finally....
The brunette pushed out her arms and pulled up her knees as Chuck moved quickly in between her thighs. His fat, eight-inch long dick poked out of his hairy groin and pointed at her snatch. She flattened her asscheeks against the sweat-stained mattress and tilted her pussy up as Chuck rocked forward and down.
"Yes, yes, yes," Janet moaned as she felt his hot muscular weight pressing down on her. She moved her hands around his broad sides and locked her fingers around his neck. She clung to him, feeling her long, hard nipples scrape his curly chest hair. His hand slipped under her back and down, pushing further and further until his fingers were caressing the smooth, downy skin of her buttocks. Janet gasped, then dug her head into the soft pillow as she felt his calloused thick fingers running down her right asscrack. He pushed down even further with that probing hand until he was stroking that sensitive area of flesh joining her asshole and pussy. The brunette cried out with delight, half-laughing and half-sobbing with emotion as she rocked her thighs back and forth.
"Ohhh, you feel soft and smooth, baby," Chuck whispered. He nibbled at her lobes, tickling her ear with the tip of his long tongue as he hunched his muscular thighs back and dragged his cock across her pussylips a little. Janet felt her snatch stretch wide as she pushed her legs further apart and forced her fat cuntlips to peel back.
"OHHH! OHHHH!" was all Janet could say. She loved that wiry, half-scratchy touch of his chest hairs on her tits and belly. The tough male texture of his skin aroused not only her nipples, but her pussy as well. She babbled meaningless phrases out and was stopped only when Chuck moved his mouth from her ear to her lips. Janet moaned again in his mouth, spreading her lips and working her mouth against his. She soaked up the bristly feeling of his stiff beard as torrents of hot spittle oozed into her sucking mouth.
Then Janet felt that hot, drooling, bulbous dickhead slip down to the center of her slit and start to push in. She pulled her knees up higher, pushing her legs in and moving them lightly back and forth against Chuck's heaving body. That knob was sliding in. One inch, two inches, three. She rolled her head around on the pillow as she felt her cunt stretching around the huge blood-heavy shaft. It sank lower and lower, greased down by its own leaking cum and her bubbling pussy juice.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Janet cooed as she felt Chuck's fat balls touching the edge of her snatch-lips. The knot of tight wild sensation spun in her belly. Janet rolled her hips uncontrollably as the cock in her pussy seemed to grow with each passing second. Suddenly the bit man seemed to go crazy over her body. His hands were everywhere; squeezing her pussy, trailing over her asshole, kneading her tits. She felt her pussy contract, its muscles snapping shut, squeezing Chuck's cock.
"Gonna shoot," he warned.
Janet's eyelids fluttered open when she heard him. She rolled her hips up, scraping the red tip of her spasming clit harder against his pounding pecker. His hairy balls slapped noisily against her upturned ass. He bounced the moaning brunette up and down with his wild forward thrusts, shoving her thrashing body up toward the banging headboard as the jizz in his swinging nuts packed tighter and tighter into his big rod.
Janet couldn't think any more. Her mind seemed to buzz. The heavy, hairy sweating mass of Chuck's groin slapped against Janet's upturned ass, making her cunt wrench in unbelievably powerful spasms. She dug her fingernails hard into his back, raking the hairy, tough skin with them as she scraped her aching nipples against his chest. She was coming. ,She could smell her hot pussy juice vaporizing under the intense sexual heat searing the two of them as her snatch gripped onto Chuck's stabbing dick. There was a violent shudder. Then Chuck seemed to stiffen. Janet held her breath, suspended in that delicious zone between climaxing and working up to orgasm.
Then it broke loose. Chuck yelled out something, then buried his face in the pillow next to Janet's as his big thighs slammed brutally against her reddened crotch. The brunette heard the pistoning strokes. She could almost see them as flashes of vibrant colors flaming in front of her glazed eyes. A mountain of lust suddenly swelled up in her crotch. Her hips churned, the noisy slurping of her cunt-juice spurting onto the wrinkled, stained sheet filling her ears. Then that mountain in her belly and pussy turned into a volcano, erupting and spurting lava-like sensual explosions as she heard herself scream as if in a distance.
Another monstrous wave swept over her as she bucked viciously under the ramming strokes of Chuck's prick. She felt his cum leaking out of her hot hole and oozing down into her asscrack toward her bunghole. Her fingers pulled the big man down harder against her thrashing body, dragging him even deeper into her cunt. Janet closed her eyes and let the tapering waves of her climax overwhelm her.
"Smooth, baby, smooth. I always knew you'd be good and smooth," Chuck murmured as he rotated his hips gently in small circles. His softening dick churned teasingly around in Janet's slackening cunt, sending a few more ripples of delight through her hole until the brunette dropped her legs in exhaustion and moaned happily. She stroked the back of Chuck's thick neck, drinking in his hot body heat through every opened pore of her body.
"You don't know, you don't know. . . "Janet was going to tell him how much she'd needed a cock in her. It had almost been five months since her last good screwing. She'd never been a promiscuous bitch. But fucking was always a part of her life. Raised on this farm, Janet had always managed to sneak one of the local boys into the barn to give him a piece of ass he'd only dreamed about. Those nights, she thought, squeezing her long, tapered legs against Chuck's hairy thighs and rubbing her smooth skin against his body hair. All that loose hay and scratchy stubble would work into her asshole and cunt while a bug-eyed farm boy would sling his young dick-meat into her tight cunt-hole.
Then Janet got restless for the city and left the farm for San Francisco. She did the usual thing young people did in the late sixties-dropping out, dropping acid, smoking pot, attending orgies in North Beach. Somewhere in all that Janet managed to pick up a degree in art history at San Francisco State and even get a job at a junior college in
Walnut Creek across the bay. Her life gradually began to normalize. The orgies stopped; the drug scene disappeared from her life. Soon she was a dedicated young teacher working part-time on her master's.
Just as she seemed to be establishing herself, Janet received word that her father died. Besides the shock of facing death in her immediate family, Janet had the additional problem of what to do with the farm. It was a sprawling thing, blanketing the rolling hills north of San Francisco with acres of grain and pasture land. Her mother having died fifteen years before, Janet was the sole surviving heir to this prosperous land.
Even more disturbing was what the young teacher found when she arrived at the farm. Her father had mentioned his workers once or twice in letters. But Janet never paid too much attention to the business end of his letters. Now she discovered to her dismay that her father had been employing inmates from a near-by minimum security state prison. Besides paying them almost slave wages and thus saving an incredible amount of money, Janet's father enjoyed the idea that he was helping these men.
That was fine for her father. But for Janet, the set-up was unsettling. However liberal the state was in this new program, it still kept the men cooped up at nights without women. When Janet moved to the farm and started managing it, she was aware of the looks she got every time she walked near the men. They resembled hungry wolves looking at their kill before devouring it. She could feel the tension mounting in the air-not only coming from them, but radiating out of her own body as well. The pressures of settling the estate and learning how to run a spread as large as her father's was exacting, leaving no time for Janet to enjoy herself.
Just about when she was at the breaking point of emotional and sexual frustration, Chuck Granger walked into her life. He'd responded to an ad she'd placed in a trade journal advertising for a good foreman. She felt herself losing control over the men. They talked back to her, sneered, even made occasional obscene remarks and suggestions. What terrified the brunette was that she was listening to them more seriously. Janet realized she couldn't lose control of the situation. She'd be lost if she did. Chuck came in and turned things around completely, not only for the inmates who worked the fields and machinery, but for Janet as well.
"You've been wan tin' somethin' like this for a long time. I know. I can smell it. All those men out there can smell it. That's why you'd better be pretty damned careful around here when you're alone," Chuck said as he pushed himself up and stroked her tit with his big fingers. "Those men out there just have themselves to play with."
"But they're at a minimum security . . . " Janet started to say.
"I don't give a fuck what the state calls it," Chuck said grimly. "That place is almost as bad as the federal pen-worse, 'cause they don't have the guards and guns to stop those guys. I hear talk around here. These men look at you and all they see is pussy-free pussy."
Janet felt her body shudder as she thought of that wild, hungry look she'd always noticed in the man. Chuck, she knew, was right.
"I don't like leavin' you alone whenever I go to town for supplies," Chuck said, rolling slowly away from Janet and throwing his big, hairy legs over the edge of her bed. This was one of the evenings when he had to run into town to check on an order for a special fertilizer Janet had made a month ago.
"Don't worry. I lock the doors and I've got a gun," she said softly, feeling touched by Chuck's rough protectiveness.
"Just watch it," he said, bending down and picking up his white cotton jockeys. "These guys are close to the bustin' point. It won't take much to set them off. Especially that guy Jack Frazer. He's the leader of the pack in prison and out here," Chuck said, sliding his shorts up to his thighs and flopping his dick into the crotch pocket. "When these guys cut loose, it's gonna be like watchin' an overfilled dam collapsing."
Janet pulled the top sheet over her naked body and smiled at Chuck as he dressed quickly. She appreciated his concern. But the brunette felt confident she could control the situation.
"Damn! this floor's cold," Chuck said, hopping to the bed and sitting down roughly as he started to pull on his socks.
"Daddy was never one for frills," Janet said with a depressing sigh. She'd been so busy running the farm she hadn't a chance to fix up the house. Her bedroom was her father's; one single bed with an iron-barred bed board, a green metal clothes locker, all sitting on a cold, green-tiled floor.
"I'm off. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Then I'll show you what real fuckin' is," Chuck said, buttoning up his Levi's and flashing her a broad smile before he ducked out of the bedroom.
Janet giggled as she heard the front door close loudly. The heavy crunch of Chuck's boots against the loose gravel drive surrounding the one-story farmhouse sent chills up and down her spine. The brunette squirmed down under the covers and pulled them up to her chin, closing her eyes and thinking of that fucking she'd just received. Her skin still tingled from the rough sanding of the big worker's hairy skin. She could still feel his fat dick scraping the sensitive, slick walls of her pussy as it swelled up and spat out its load of jizz.
Sighing happily, Janet closed her eyes and started to sink into unconsciousness as the sun sank below the horizon.
"Chuck," she murmured to herself as blackness settled over her mind and she fell asleep.
The brunette had no idea how long she'd been asleep when she woke up suddenly.
"Who's there?" she asked sleepily as she found herself listening intently. Janet opened her eyes and pulled herself up on the tiny bed. She could barely make out the outline of the large clothes locker opposite her bed. A soft, pale light from the half moon outside fell from the high narrow window to the right, illuminating her room with a ghostly glow. Everything seemed quiet. But something told the woman there was something wrong-terribly wrong-in there.
"Who's there?" she asked nervously, raising her hand up to her throat protectively. She thought she could hear soft, steady breathing sounds sifting through the thick night air surrounding her.
Janet slid down the bed. squatting tensely on the edge. Her firm ass pressed down on the soft mattress as she scanned the room for signs of movement. The opposite end of her room was completely in darkness. Janet laughed nervously as she peered into that soft blackness, wondering if anything was lurking there just waiting to leap out and destroy her.
Silly, the brunette thought, dismissing her fears as foolish. Suddenly Janet heard a distinct, soft scraping sound coming from the other end of the room. She felt her face flush hot and perspiration trickle down her forehead as she now made out an apparently shapeless form floating out of the darkness toward her. The breathing sounds she'd made out before roared in her ears now and sounded thick and heavy.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, sliding her ass backward on the bed toward the iron headboard and tucking her legs protectively under her thighs as the shape moved closer to the bed. Janet tilted her head back and whimpered in terror as his head shot into the dim beam of moonlight. The let out a gasp of horror as she saw two glistening eyes peering out from behind a ski mask.
"Bitch," she heard him murmur as he reached out and grabbed her tightly by the throat with his right hand. Janet felt his fingers digging into her flesh, his nails slicing into the hot skin as the pressure against her vocal cords and windpipe increased. She tried to scream out for help but could only let out a thin, hissing sound from between her parted lips. She felt her mind spinning from the lack of oxygen as his iron grip increased. A dull ache shot from the base of her neck down to her shoulders as he proceeded to slowly strangle the brunette.
"Please," she pleaded in a tight, hoarse whisper as she raised both hands and tried to claw the killing fingers away. Janet struggled with the powerful man who only laughed at her efforts to save herself. Gradually her desperate struggling grew weaker and weaker. She felt the strength slowly seeping out of her body as she slipped into unconsciousness. Janet was only aware that the man was pushing her down onto the bed while he kept up the pressure on her throat.
Suddenly he released his grip. Janet turned her head and raised her hands to her bruised throat, gasping for air. She coughed and inhaled sharply as she heard him chuckling.
"Little fuck pig. Gotta teach you a good lesson," the man said.
Janet felt a scream building up in her belly. She rolled to one side and slid against the wall, cringing against the cold plaster as she tried to make out who was attacking her. The woman tried to see if he had any of the familiar features of the workers on the farm. But the soft moonlight and her own terror seemed to blur the outlines of the man's physical features. Even his voice seemed unfamiliar, although Janet could tell he was purposely whispering to cover his identity.
"Please let me go," she whined, reaching out to push him to one side. It was useless. He pushed her roughly back down on the bed, then raised his hand and gave her an open-handed slap across the forehead, stunning her into immobility.
"That's only a sample," he said as she reeled back onto the bed. She sat sprawled on the sheets, her long legs dangling over the edge as she felt the man's thick fingers crawl up over her belly toward her tits. Janet shivered with terror and revulsion. While she breathed heavily and whimpered, he just laughed and traced his fingers over her nipples, squeezing them brutally until Janet felt herself growing faint from the pain.