Chapter 1
The old wooden sign read, "KILMER'S FARM" and although George Kilmer earned his money working as a postman, it always made him feel better to think of himself as a farmer first and a government employee second. The farm itself consisted of several lush acres located in a beautiful section of Ohio.
"God's country." George called it.
It was his dream as a boy to grow up on a farm and so as soon as he could afford it, he moved his wife, son and daughter to his dream estate.
Susan Kilmer always knew of her husband's secret wishes, although she had always felt that they would never be realized. When he had first come to her two years ago with his announcement that they would move to the farm, she thought that he was teasing her. Later, when she came to the realization that he had been quite serious, she faced the realities of the situation for the first time: her husband was uprooting the family and making them become farmers. Although the prospects of a life in overalls were not thrilling to her, she felt that she owed it to her husband to see it through with him.
For Henry Kilmer, seventeen, the life on his parents farm presented a welcome relief from the big city pressures that he had to deal with in school and with his peers. He felt that the country, with its more relaxed pace, would allow him to relate better to the world around. Perhaps in time, he might even be able to relate towards women without becoming afraid.
Ellen Kilmer, eighteen viewed her last two years as an unrewarding learning experience. The boys in her old school moved with a more assured grace that she found stimulating. The boys in her high school saw her as a real prize.
An "Urban gift to rural existence." She was quite beautiful. She felt that her beauty often frightened most of these boys away. Her only boy friends were timid in their advances towards her and this only frustrated her condition to a greater degree.
On this first day in April, how appropriate, April Fool’s Day. Ellen would finally take James Wray in hand. If he was too shy for advances then she would teach him. She certainly was not shy about that.
She rose from her attic bed and gazed, admiringly into her darkened mirror. "Not bad." she thought to herself.
It was true. She had long, firm legs, a flat stomach, a small ass and large, full breasts whose nipples pointed upwards. Tonight, she hoped, she would take James by the hand and guide him between her legs. Teach him how to gently stroke her pussy and finally, how fuck his and her brains out.
She stroked her long, blonde hair once again and went down to breakfast. As she walked down the wooden stairs she noticed her brother Henry seated at the kitchen table with a vacant expression on his face.
"What's going on, Henry?" she asked as she sat herself beside her brother at the table.
At first, Henry did not seem to hear his sister's voice but when she repeated her question with an accompanying yank of his arm he responded.
"What?" he seemed to be caught off guard by his sister's action.
"What's going on? You seem to be pretty shaken."
"It's Dad, he and Mom went at it again. I'm surprised that you didn't hear it." he offered.
"Well, I was upstairs. It's hard to hear anything when you're one flight up." she offered as an excuse.
"Well he shook her up pretty badly this time. They went into the other room and I think he might have even hit her."
"Are you kidding? Is she alright?" his sister asked.
"I'm not sure. Dad just left after the fight and Mom hasn't come out of her room since!" said Henry.
"I bet he didn't hit her." Ellen offered coldly.
"How can you say that, El? Don't you see what's been going on here. Can't you tell how he's changed?" Henry said with a tear welling in his eyes.
"Do me a favor, Henry. Don't get emotional about the whole thing. I hate when you do that. Besides, you're always taking mother's side in these things."
"What do you mean by that?" Henry said, taken aback.
"I mean just what I said. Whenever they fight you're always making our father out to be some kind of monster. If you ask me, our mother is no saint." Ellen said venomously.
Henry stood up in his chair, his sadness now replaced by rage.
"Ellen, how can you speak so coldly about your own mother?"
"Give me a break, Henry. I'm late for school!"
She rose from the table and reached for her coat which was lying on the living room sofa.
"If you ever say anything like that again, I'll ... "
"You'll what?"
Henry paused for a moment and then sat back in his chair. "Nothing. Just leave me alone." he offered weakly.
She laughed as she picked up her books and left the house.
"So long, Brother."
Henry didn't acknowledge his sister's retort. He carefully watched his parent's bedroom door, waiting for a sign that his mother was alright. He lost himself in visions and rode his fantasies in flight.
His mother was so beautiful, so warm, so loving. What had happened to his father that could make him miss all the wonderful traits that his mother owned. Her beautiful curly, blonde hair, and infectious laugh that assured all those who experienced it.
Suddenly, there was movement behind the door. Henry heard his mother's footsteps slowly nearing the door. He watched as the knob turned and the door moved back. His mother entered the room and he rose from his chair.
"Are you O.K.?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?"
"Huh?"
"Are you alright, Mom? Did dad hurt you?"
"No. I'm alright. We just had an argument, that's all." she said trying to reassure her son.
"Are you sure?" Henry asked.
His mother nodded. "Shouldn't you be at school by now? It's almost eight!"
"I was just waiting to make sure that you were alright."
"You are such a dear." she said as she hugged him warmly. "I don't know what I would do without you."
She kissed him softly.
"But you had better be off for school now. O.K.?"
Henry nodded his head and turned to leave.
"Maybe I'll cook you up a surprise for dinner." she offered.
Henry smiled and left the house. He closed the door to their house and his thoughts raced to what his mother might make for him. She was so nice to him. Why did his father not see these things, these qualities in his mother that he did?
George Kilmer's thoughts were really not on his wife at the moment. He was riding the morning bus to the post office to sort out another day's work.
"Why did I ever get stuck in a job like this? I should work with the soil, like I always thought I would. What good is having a farm if most of the work gets done by that Spanish kid, Manuel. He shows up before school, gets to plant and grow things and then I have to pay him for it." George thought to himself as the bus brought him close to his job. "I wonder if I could make that farm really work? I wonder what I could do if I really put my mind to it and worked, full time at my farm. Maybe, just maybe I could stop working for awhile and just work the farm." George rose from the seat and approached the exit doors.
When the bus came to a halt, George exited the conveyance and entered the corner phone booth. He reached for a dime and deposited it in the slot. Bravely he worked up his courage to dial the number. "555-4482" He placed his fingers on the appropriate numbers and he heard his supervisor answer the phone.
"Hello." Frank Harrington answered.
"Hi Frank, this is George Kilmer."
"What's wrong George?"
"Well I started out for work today, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to make it. I feel something coming on."
"Yeah. Like your wife." he laughed crudely.
"No. Nothing like that. I'm glad that you understand."
"Sure. Just feel better." his boss said.
"That Frank." George thought to himself, "A prick, but not such a bad guy."
George crossed the street and waited for the next bus. It would take awhile, but he was going back home.
Susan Kilmer pushed the hair out of her face. It was a hard morning to take. Not only stuck out in the sticks with a man she no longer loved but this time he almost brought himself to hit her.
She heard some noises coming from the adjacent barn and looked out of the window. It was their helper, Manuel. He was a tall, well built young man. She watched as his muscular arms rippled as he lifted the heavy crates full of the corn that he had just picked.
Susan entered her bedroom and stripped her nightgown from her body. She pulled on her tightest pair of blue jeans and admired the way that they fit. In her mirror she saw reflected her firm ass and the way that her pants showed her perfect contour. Their snugness showed her shapely hips and thighs, and revealed the slightest hint of the separation of her vaginal lips. She pulled on one of her husband's large sweatshirts and left the house barefoot.
Manuel grunted as he lifted the heavy crates onto Mr. Kilmer's truck. After he had loaded several of these crates, he rested against the back of the barn.
"Have to stop drinking all that beer after school." he thought to himself as he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself.
He pulled down his zipper and reached for his cock. He pulled it out and began to piss. Just then, he heard Mrs. Kilmer's voice.
"Is that what my husband and I pay you for?" she stated sternly.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Kilmer!" Manuel struggled to regain his composure but his leaking cock prevented him from doing so. He tried to get it into his pants but he only succeeded in wetting his pants.
"Manuel, aren't you a little too old for that." Mrs. Kilmer couldn't resist saying.
"Mrs. Kilmer, please forgive me. If I knew that you were standing there I never would have done such a thing." he apologized.
"It's alright, Manuel. Don't let it bother you." she said in a tone that made him feel less embarrassed.
"I'm glad that you understand, Mrs. Kilmer." he exclaimed. "I would hate for you to tell Mr. Kilmer about this."
"Don't worry. I know that he can appear to be a brute sometimes but don't let him worry you. His bark is worse than his bite. So there is no need for you to worry."
"You might, find this funny but for some reason I always thought that he was a mean man."
"Well, let's just put it this way," she said as she drew closer to him. "he's never killed anyone yet." she said with a hint of satire in her voice. "But then again I don't know everything about him," she teased.
"How reassuring!" Manuel said with a trace of laughter.
"Come with me, Manuel."
She lead him into the barn and he eagerly followed her. When they were both in the barn she turned to him and looked at him in a most disarming way.
He saw her face and the look in her eyes. It made his hot young blood boil. He could feel his blood pulsing faster through his veins and he could feel the effect that she was having on his throbbing member.
She sensed the effect that she was having on him and she drew near to him. She stood close enough to him to allow her tits to playfully touch against his muscular chest. She could feel his heart beat faster against even the thick shirt that she was wearing. He drew his breath in sharply as she gently touched his cock. Even through his pants she could feel it jump excitedly.
His strong arms pulled her to him. Her breasts squeezed against his chest as she melted into him. Their lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. His tongue parted her lips and their hot tongues touched. He flicked his tongue into her mouth and she met him hungrily. She almost swallowed his tongue in her mouth as she gently worked his cock in her hands.
Slowly, she went to the button that was fastening his pants and she undid it. He gasped for air as she slowly, but with great pressure, pulled down his zipper allowing his massive cock to spring from its denim prison.
It stood erect as she rubbed it against the top of her pants leg. He began to rub her nipples through her shirt. His pulse quickened as he felt their fullness for the first time. He felt the grape like points of her breasts and felt the hardness of her nipples become erect as he firmly massaged them. He squeezed their points and Susan let out a sharp moan. He slowly raised up her blouse to reveal her breasts. They were full and rich with large, pink nipples which were pointing directly at him; inviting him to savor there taste.
His mouth engulfed them and he felt her entire body quiver in delight. He moved his tongue over her nipple and drove her breath from her throat. He gently bit her erect pink flesh and he felt her grip on his cock tighten. Again he bit her enflamed flesh and again he received the same sensation.
He drew her to the floor of the barn and pulled her atop him. Her full, thick hair completely covered his face. He drew his breath in and enjoyed the odor of her hair in his nose. The smell of her hair only served to spur him on. She sat up for a moment and pulled off her shirt. The sight of her huge tits hovering above him made his cock quiver. She stood above him and he pulled her pants off. The tight fit of the pants made this difficult at first and it heated their need to remove them.
She dropped to the floor as Manuel finally succeeded in removing his pants. Quickly, he stripped his shirt and removed his pants. He looked down at her beautiful pink snatch and was driven further on.
Instantly, he was atop her. He wildly kissed her lips, neck and shoulders. Gradually, he made his way down to her prize. He paused at her chest and playfully fingered them to the rapturous delight of his partner.
He heard her rate of breathing increase as he licked her area of flesh around her belly button. He teased her with his tongue as he played with her firm stomach, finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, he lowered himself on her snatch. The smell of her perfumed pussy heightened his senses. He basked in the wondrous odor of their love making.
His fingers separated her lips and he delighted in his view. Gently, his moved his tongue to her raised clit. Involuntarily, her hips quivered in response to his gentle licking.
Her reaction to his actions encouraged him on. He couldn't really believe that such an incredibly beautiful women as this was actually doing this with him. Not stopping to pinch himself, he increased the tempo of his tongue against her clit. Faster and faster he flicked his snake like tongue on her clit. He heard her moan in time to his movements and then he felt her arms reaching for him.
She turned his body into position. She could see his massive penis dancing in the air. Driven by the sensations that she felt in her cunt, she swallowed his entire shaft instantly. Like a well oiled piston, she moved her lips savagely upon his cock. Up and down, up and down she used her lips like an enraged vacuum.
She sucked his cock in perfect time to the rhythm of his tongue in her cunt. She licked his shaft and worked her way down to his massive hairy balls. He whimpered, as she placed his two enormous mounds of flesh into her mouth. She rolled them around in her mouth and drove him to a frenzied pace.
"Fuck me, Manuel. Fuck me, hard!" she cried.
Manuel nearly screamed in delight when he heard her cry. He positioned himself into position above her and guided his hot erect prick into her awaiting tunnel of love. The warmth and wetness of her cunt almost made him come immediately but he controlled his fucking to last as long as it would be possible.
Her pelvis flowed with silkened fluidity to the rhythm of his hips. Faster and harder, they moved together like two graceful dancing partners. Her perspiration built and a bead of sweat found its way into her open mouth. The salty taste in her aroused condition, worked like a mysterious love potion. The new flavor in her mouth drove her to a heightened condition of response.
The tempo of their love making increased in response to her frenzied condition. Manuel could control himself no more. He felt a huge eruption rush from the head of his cock. The ever widening sense of pleasure that he felt mount. He let out a scream as his come shot into her hungry pussy. The fever of his humping increased as his cock shot hot sperm into her.
His muscular frame tightened with each of his ejaculations. Susan felt the rush of his hot flow in her cunt and the sensations sent a delicious ripple of excitement through her every pore. In response to his cock the muscles of her vagina contracted upon his erupting member. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her pussy as she felt her own orgasm starting. Slowly at first, and then in incredible waves of pleasure she felt her cunt surrendering to her sensations. She felt as if she would black out from the monumental reaction she was experiencing. With a rude awakening she felt her lover's body being torn from her. Suddenly, she heard the voice of her husband's vile words strike her like a knife. She opened her eyes in terror as she witnessed George smash Manuel against the wall of the barn. She saw his fist wickedly strike against his victim's face and Manuel's eyes close against the force of the blow.
Manuel raised his arms to protect himself, but in his weakened condition he could only feign a defense. In quick succession, George landed three blows upon his face. The first blow drew blood from his nose and the second sent him reeling to the floor of the barn.
Manuel managed to open one of his eyes long enough to see George's foot shooting for his ribs. His boot found its mark and left Manuel gasping for air.
"Please, don't hit me anymore. Please!" he pleaded.
"George, you'll kill him." Susan screamed.
George answered their prayers with another kick against his foe's ribs. The sharp intake of air that Susan heard, informed her that the blow had reached its mark. Again and again George's boot found its target.
"George, don't kick him ... kick me. I made him fuck me." Susan cried.
"You what!"
"I wanted him to fuck me!"
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed as he landed a final blow to his hired hand's body.
"I should cut his cock off, but I have a better way to teach you!" he exclaimed.
George grabbed his wife and dragged her through the open barn door. Susan cried as she felt a thousand rough stones splinter in her ass. Her pain increased as he pulled her faster over the hard gravel.
"George, what are you going to do? You're hurting me."
"Hurting you, I should kill you!" the words spat from his lips like liquid fire.
George dragged his wife over the rough terrain leading to their house, seething with anger over the sight of seeing his wife riding another man's cock. He ignored her pleas, and thought only of his revenge.
"George, please stop." Susan cried.
"You fucking bitch," he yelled. "I should kill you for what you did to me!"
George savagely dragged his wife's nude flesh up the stairs of their house. Not caring about the slivers of wood that would find their way into his wife's helpless hemisphere's of flesh, George violently dragged her through the house and into their bedroom. He lifted her helpless form and threw her down on the bed.
Susan whimpered as she saw the rage that was brewing in her husband's eyes. She could see him rage with anger as he pulled off the belt from his pants.
"George, what are you going to do?" she begged. The fear really beginning to well in her stomach, sweat beginning to pour from her.
Her husband's answer came not in words but in violent actions. He turned his wife over onto her stomach and pulled her head back by her hair. Her screams only served to make him pull her harder. He took his big, black Garrison belt and tightly tied her hands to the bedpost. Within moments, his wife was a quivering, helplessly bound figure, bound to their bed. George looked at her nude form and his eyes fixed on her beautiful ass, which was now bleeding rapidly from the effects of being dragged over the gravel pavement of their farm. He stared momentarily at the blood as it oozed from their cuts, for a second, he felt remorse at his actions. Then, his glaring eyes thought of the picture of his wife's erotic ride and he knew just what she deserved.
He pulled off his trousers and pressed his sweating cock against his wife's bloodied ass.
"No George, please not that."
Her cries fell on deaf ears as she felt George's cock forming into a massive erection. He savagely rubbed it against the mounds of her buttocks. He spread the mounds of her ass and forced his member into her tight hole. Susan cried in pain as she pulled the muscles of her ass in an attempt to stop his forced entry into her hole. The contraction of her muscles made George's job of buggering more difficult, but he found that the more she struggled, the more he enjoyed ramming his rock hard meat home.
"Fight me bitch," he laughed as a drop of saliva dripped from his mouth. "Fight me. It only makes it more fun for me, the more you struggle, baby, the more I like it.
Susan realized that in her bound, helpless condition she could do little to defend herself against her husband's violent entry. She concentrated upon loosening the muscles of her rectum. If she could not fight back against him, perhaps she could at least lessen the pain that he was inflicting upon her.
The searing sensations that she felt from her husband's rod violating her rear decreased as she allowed him a direct access into her hole. George, sensing that she had surrendered to his will, increased the tempo and severity of his fucking.
"If you think that you can make it easy on yourself by giving in to me, never, I'm going to ream your ass like it was never reamed before!"
The violent tone of her husband's mocking tone sent shivers down Susan's spine. At last she knew that her husband's game was not only to inflict pain, but to fuck her into submission.
George's hot prick shuttled in and out of her ass like a compression drill into stone. Her soft flesh slapped against his stomach as the savageness of his attack increased. He heard his wife whimper with the pain that his fucking was giving her.
"George, you are going to split me in half with your cock. Please stop!"
George answered her by forcing her face into the pillow. Susan knew that she would have to remain calm and endure whatever tortures her husband would devise if she were to survive his brutal attack. She tried to relax, to let her body go limp.
As he increased the tempo of his attack, George reached across his wife's back and formed a tight fist on his wife's breast. Tightly, he squeezed until he heard Susan cry out in pain. He nearly crushed the pink buds of her nipples, as her continued to ram his erect dick into her helpless ass.
The sensations that Susan was experiencing were a curious mixture of tremendous pain and surprising pleasure. Maybe it was the dangerous overtones in her husband's voice that she found strangely appealing, but suddenly she began to give in to her violator's pulsing drives. She knew that this was exactly what her attacker wanted but suddenly, she could not control herself.
As George felt his wife's ass tilt upwards to make his drilling her hole easier, he knew that he was making her totally submit to his will. She began to flow with the movement of his prick in her hole. George couldn't help but feel stronger as she yielded to his thick stemmed cock.
"That's right, bitch, love it!" he cried.
He reamed her asshole faster and harder and more viciously than before. When he felt a massive eruption about to explode in his cock he pulled it from her ass. Susan's body instantly slumped onto the bed as she felt him pull his rod from her hole.
George brought his cock to his wife's face and pulled back her hair. He drove his hot crap filled cock into her mouth. He made her take him whole as he smeared it into her face.
The taste of his cock almost made Susan vomit, disgusting but she had no choice but to submit to even this most vile outrage. He began to fuck her mouth with the same intensity that he had shafted her ass.
In and out of her mouth he made his wife suck his cock. He drove it home and she had no recourse but to take it into her mouth until she felt that she would choke.
From the salty taste that Susan received from his cockhead, she knew that she was about to experience her final act of submission. His cock exploded into her mouth as it had done so many times in the past, only this time it was different. This time it was not by her own desire, this time it was by brutal, unrelenting assault.
His jism filled her throat in a forceful spray of come. His juices coated every pore of her cave. Susan had to swallow it or be drowned with his next explosion. She quickly gulped his sperm down her throat. Much to her surprise she loved the taste. She hated to give in this way, but his taste had always pleased her so much.
George gasped softly as his cock shot another load into his wife's eager mouth. He felt his power over her and he basked in the knowledge that he was giving her an ultimate lesson in obedience. His come sprang from his cock again and George's spine arched to this most sensual sensation.
Susan swallowed hard as her mind filled with what was happening to her. She lost herself in a wild replay of her actions this fateful morning, fighting with George, fucking Manuel's delicious dong and now she was being forced to submit to the will of the man that she had cheated on. His come shot into her cave and injected her tongue with that taste that she found herself addicted to. She loved the taste and never could get enough of it to satisfy her. Especially George's come.
George slid his cock from her mouth and pointed his huge prick at his wife's beaten face. His cock sprayed his white, hot come all over her face. Into her eyes, hair and mouth the jism coated her entire visage. George was now satisfied that he had achieved the revenge that he so richly deserved. He rose from the bed and looked at his unfaithful mate. Her hands were tightly secured to the bed, her face was coated in come, her nipples were purple from the force of his enclosed fists and her bleeding rear dripped the last drop of jism from her asshole. She got what she wanted. He was satisfied.
George pulled on his trousers and silently exited the room. He left his wife as he had just seen her.
"George," whimpered Susan. "You're not going to leave me this way, are you?"
The sound of the front door slamming shut gave her the answer that she dreaded most.