Chapter 11
Martha had done it again. Judy looked at the little family, painfully clean and painfully shabby.
"This sure came as an answer to a prayer," the man went on. "Had an accident couple of years ago. Took the insurance money and bought a little place so's the family'd have a roof and ground to grow food. We have, but there's not been too much more.
"Getting back in my trade this spring, but now we don't have to wait. We'll get the kids outfitted; do those boys walk through shoes!"
Last time it had been Thanksgiving dinner for Luigi's crew. If there were a long enough stretch without holidays, she might be able to turn such as these back at Martha.
"But how did you build it so quickly?" she managed.
The man beamed. "Oh, I know the weather round here. Figured you wouldn't want an unpainted stand right there at your gate, so I had everything cut and painted before I took it up to put together."
Judy didn't want a painted or unpainted fruit stand anywhere.
She could say she hadn't ordered the stand, that she wanted it removed, that he should go to Mrs. Hubbard for his money.
She couldn't. This was her own fault. She should have established an understanding with Martha. She hadn't. True, she'd had only the few hours Sunday to talk to her, and not alone. Martha had had friends from the city "drop in."
She wrote the check. The man beamed.
"Bet you're going to like it. I let myself go," he said proudly.
She was to find he had let himself go. The fruit stand looked exactly like a cupboard. Closed, it presented a painfully pink exterior except for one telling detail.
Across the top ran a sign: "OLE LADY HUBBARD'S CUPBOARD." And across the front, the builder's idea of the rear view of a dog clawing to get in was superimposed in brown paint.
One thing about the building: it brought people from miles around to park and roar with laughter. Unfortunately they were all orchardists with fruit of their own; not buyers.
Judy folded her checkbook and marched into Stayton's office.
"At the risk of being fired, I am demanding the rest of the day off," she said grimly. "At that, being fired would be cheaper than paying for Martha's whimsies. I have to see her now, right now, while I am mad clear through."
Stayton, who'd received a report from the receptionist, nodded. "Want me to go with you?"
"No, I want no brakes on my tongue or my temper."
Judy drove north with a verve that had state patrol cars following hopefully. However, her car, at its age, was limited, and they dropped back after a few miles.
Turning onto the country road, she began to calm down. This was such beautiful land, and not too far ahead was her little kingdom.
It was indeed. One look at the fruit stand, and the little car leaped into the air with her fury. It came to a grinding stop inches from where a crew of men were running forms for cement. Martha, a smart figure in country tweeds, was overseeing.
"For the parterre," Martha greeted her gaily.
"Well, I hope you have the cash to pay the men," Judy flashed, "because I am not putting out another penny for you. I can't. I just paid out my last hundred and fifty for that idiotic-"
"Darling, wasn't that dog the cutest thing?"
The crew laughed with her.
"Come in; the coffee's hot."
Judy wanted to talk before these men, who were going to wait to be paid as far as she was concerned, but she hadn't Martha's experience in handling awkward situations.
Martha went into the house. If Judy wanted to talk to her sister-in-law, she had to follow. And she jolly well wanted to.
"But dear," Martha protested, "you've such short vision. Don't you realize how that cupboard will pay off this summer? People driving by will find it so cute they'll have to stop and look and, naturally, buy our fruit."
"And don't you realize," flashed Judy, "the only people passing on this dead-end road will be those with fruit of their own, or their friends en route to pick up free fruit?"
Martha looked superior. "You've forgotten about the 'better mousetrap.' "
"Trap is right. But I'm the mouse, and I'm getting out before the jaws close down on me. Now don't ever again send anyone to me with a bill."
"If I," Martha began sorrowfully, "had over eight hundred dollars a month-"
"You'd buy the Taj Mahal from a tramp on Skid Row. I mean this, Martha. What you do with your property is your business, but I'd advise you to have the orchard ploughed before-"
"Orchards aren't ploughed-"
"-One of the field men from the loan company comes out. And if you prefer the word disced to ploughed, all right, but get the ground turned over. That, too, costs cash money."
"You still don't appreciate my foresight in having the mousetrap; that is, the cupboard, ready."
Judy sat down. "Martha, there'll be no fruit for months. Why tie up money you could use for immediate needs?"
"That," Martha informed her, "is preparedness. I plan to be so busy with the fruit, I won't have time for minor details. And what's more." she continued, "how you can feel as you do about a meager little one hundred and fifty dollars, at Christmas, when it means that poor man and his family-"
"Then why didn't you pay him out of whatever you are using to gild this place?"
"I would have happily, and you know it-" and Judy did, "-but I haven't the cash right now."
"And from now on," Judy stood up, "neither have I, no matter how sorry I feel for anyone. Including you."
Martha walked out to the car with her, kissed her good-bye and said they'd talk things over further on Christmas, and would Judy remember to bring the largest turkey she could find?
"It might be well for you to dress it at your apartment if you're not free the day before," she added. "Oh, and, dear, cheese and celery, and if you can find fresh cranberries at a decent price-"
Judy drove uphill, more or less defeated. She longed to go to her shack and think things out. She had not the time, really. She had work to do in the city.
There was a man standing before the cupboard; he signaled as Judy drew near.
"Knocked me for a loop," said William John.
"It knocked me for a hundred and fifty," Judy returned stonily. "How can I get rid of it without hurting the poor man who gave it, he said, 'his all'?"
"Want to go up to your shack and talk it over? I brought some sandwiches and cookies."
It wouldn't take any longer than stopping at a drive-in.
William John built up a fire while Judy brewed coffee; then they sat before the big window and talked.
"I can't get through to her," Judy explained wearily, "And she's such a wonderful person I can't stay mad. Well, now I really haven't any ready money, nor am I going in for Christmas credit."
"You have an out there. Sketch your orchard, fruit in the foreground, and add a line: 'Your Christmas present is growing; delivery in-whatever month is right for the type of fruit you've decided upon.' "
"Whew," breathed Judy in relief.
"I had to do that my first year up here. Now my friends prefer it to anything I could buy in December."
They discussed Christmas then. Jones said he'd had to refuse Martha's invitation.
His married sister and her brood enjoyed spending the holidays at his house. He supposed Judy would be with Martha; he hoped she'd come up. He'd have his sister call on her.
But Judy was shaking her head. "No. I thank you, but no. I'm a turkey and cranberries, and before the day arrives I'll also be mince pies and plum pudding. But this year I can't be. I won't have the money."
She hadn't told Martha because Martha would not have accepted her spoken word. She would write immediately.
"Then you'd better let me hand-deliver the letter. She's not opening mail these days, I understand."
"William John," she pleaded, "how long can Martha last financially?"
"She'll be able to refinance soon. The status of the place is rapidly changing from orchard to gracious country home."
"And then?"
"When she goes through that, comes her much needed lesson. And don't you interfere, Judy. I know. I had to do something cruel to teach a fine guy such a lesson."
"I do feel better." Judy stretched as though relieved of a burden.
"And you won't be lonely Christmas?"
"Not unless I want to be."
"See you the first of the year," he said as she drove off, leaving him with the note to Martha.
Judy drove back, relief taking the place of the depression her talk with Martha had evoked. She wasn't being close or stingy or without wisdom. William John had explained that to her.
"You don't shingle a roof for a house that hasn't been built," he said. "All of Martha's plans are safe within their radius. Her trouble is that she puts the end result before the foundations."
Judy made one stop. She visited the agricultural office of the county agent and came out with a sheaf of pamphlets. She wanted to know all she could about orchards.
Stayton demanded that she report the morning's events to him. He chuckled indulgently when she told him about Martha's blithely going ahead with the house and neglecting the orchard, the source of her income.
"I wouldn't worry too much," he advised. "Now about the spring redecorating ad Milford wants. Can you give it a fresh approach?"
At Christmas? What else? She'd pretend it was her shack undergoing a rejuvenation.
Benjy came in to announce he was taking her out to dinner. He did. They drove into the city proper, then through, then parked near a wharf, famous the world over for the cuisine of its restaurants.
"Judy," he waited until the shrimp cocktail was served, "I've news for you. I've learned my lesson. We can be married, immediately."
It took her three bites and a quick gulp of water to wash this announcement down. "We can?" she asked dubiously.
Solemnly he nodded. "I've given up my room at the club, moved the craft to this bay, found the perfect moorage, with a view of the hills, the bridge, everything.
"We'll talk more about it after dinner. Right now, what if in between courses, we stroll down on the pier. I want to take you someplace where I can kiss you. I'll tip the waiter to hold our food off for ten or fifteen minutes, it'll be okay."
She was too much in shock to protest.
He didn't lead her down on the pier, he insisted they remove their shoes and walk in the sand under it.
"Benjy, please!" Judy's voice rose and she squirmed, trying to break off his passion-filled kiss. She gave him a severe look in the semidarkness, but she had to admit that the kiss had ignited a spark deep within.
Halfway through the second kiss, her mind went back to that interview for the job at the agency. This sent even a hotter thrill coursing through her body. Soon she was smiling up at him sweetly, when he whispered, "You're lovely," and his hand stroked the baby-like softness of her inner thigh. He squeezed the smooth flesh and she felt herself breathing a bit unevenly. She loved it when someone touched her soft skin, sending the sweet shivers oddly cascading over her flesh. It made her feel so wet, so warm, so heavenly. She kissed him back, wetly, hotly, and expectantly. She was aware of a small tear of her own love juice nestling against her panties at the crotch, and then Benjy's hand was against it. "Oooh! she breathed into his ear.
His hand moved gently and she squeezed her thighs together, trapped it there, then pressed down against it.
Judy pressed her lips together against his ear, then bit lightly with her small, white teeth. She knew he could feel the wetness of her, the hair above the pussy lips that she strove to open on his hand.
"Hmmm, so sweet, honey," he whispered. She squeezed her thighs together more tightly, trying to lock his hand there forever. But he swished his fingers across her slit, bulging but still covered by thin wet panties. She felt her slit ease open and ooze as he slipped his fingers against the material and upward into the slithery trap.
Judy lay back and growled. "Chew 'em off!!!" she urged Benjy.
He licked his way up her gams and grabbed the wet lace with his teeth. Carefully he pulled the material out at first, making sure he wasn't snapping out pubes from her bush. Then with a gnashing of teeth and a vicious round of tugging he finally split the panties right at the crotch. He let them snap back to her heaving center.
"Eat me Benjy!" she cried. "Eat me real good, just like you know how."
Benjy responded with a dart of his tongue through the tear into her sweaty gash. It was salty and humid with her wetness. He slurped it up.
His face locked against her hard clitoris, shoving aside the hood and then nibbling it fiercely. Goose pimples rose all over her body, and waves of sweetness washed across her.
She wanted his pecker. "Turn around!" she ordered Benjy. He'd never heard her so assertive. He climbed about until his clothed crotch was right over her face.
She bit at his cock through his pants and underwear, gripping the bulge and running her teeth along the thickness. Her bites made his cock quiver, and he soon felt her hot tongue wet the line of his throbbing pecker.
Suddenly her hands undid him and whipped the pants down. His cock fell out and smacked against her face. She pulled it into her mouth and swirled the tip hotly with her tongue. It started to grow red and bothered from her attentions.
Of course this only made Benjy go at her slit with relish. He started gulping at the long folded lips, his tongue slurping up pumping juices and then knocking against her inflamed clit. Her whole bottom seemed to bubble and froth, and her ass could barely sit still.
She pulled Benjy all the way down her throat and without a choke swallowed him deep and tight. Her lips churned around his base, urging him lovingly to shoot his white sticky beads. Her tongue did a swirl across the excited skin.
Benjy reached around and tore off the panties that were still hugging her bottom. Then he grabbed her rear and dove his face deep into her simmering womb. His tongue stretched to touch and tickle the very deepest part. Each lick cut a scalded swath against her swollen, sweating tissues. Her sheath felt electrified.
She went into a sucking spree on Benjy, sliding her pulsing mouth up and down the long, thick rod, aided by the lubrication of her slathering saliva.
Her adept bobbing left Benjy's thick tool quivering as his balls grew warm. His gobs pulsed into her mouth in thick, sticky dollops while his hips did an involuntary wiggle in the tingling heat of ecstatic orgasm.
"Swallow that stuff, baby," Benjy urged her.
Judy sucked at his tool with an eagerness that pulled out the spurts again and again, after which he heard her gulp the salty brine down. The gurgling and warmth kept his cock tingling and erect. His balls were quaking with happiness while his spine shot out missiles of pleasure through his whole body.
Judy pulled her face off and kept her hand affixed to the shaft, pulling at it vigorously as she crawled around and straddled him. Then holding the pecker straight in the air she shoved it past her steaming lips.
Benjy reached up and pushed the girl's dress up over her shoulders. Beneath it was a bra that was as sheer as her panties. Benjy leaned up and chewed her nipples through the sheer material.
Her whole upper torso heaved as his attentions made her tits ache. Rocking her body were two sensations; below her wet center was inflamed by the entry of his thick love torch. Above she jingled with the tiny bursts of nipple orgasms. She reeled her head back and howled, not caring who heard her.
"Ooooooooo Benjy!" she cried. "Fuck me deep!!! Fuck me hard!!" , She slipped up on her haunches and started to shove her pulsing pussy up and down on the rock-hard rod. Benjy felt and heard the wetness slurp as he pierced the mushy flesh and slid down into the tightness.
"OOOOHHHHH!!! TEAR ME OPEN, YOU STUD!!!!" she cried. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK THE HELL OUT OF ME!!!!"
It was music to Benjy's ears. He rotated his stiff shaft by circling his hips as she thrust. It dove inward and slashed at her cunt walls. She groaned as it skewered her slit.
"UUUGGGGGHHHHHH, BENJY!!!! KEEP DOING THAT!!! SLASH ME OPEN WITH YOUR HORNY PECKER!!!"
He came in buckets as she writhed upon him, moaning like a dog under a full moon. Her pussy sizzled as it filled with the boiling fluids, which only served to drive her higher.
She jumped her wet and quivering quim off him and let it pulse for a moment. But Benjy, still thick and horny, wanted to snap his pecker back inside her.
His mouth came up to her rear and with circling tongue he wet and reamed out her brown asshole. Judy whimpered and rolled into the sand. Benjy kept his face attached to the tight-fisted chute and kept swabbing it. The curled skin barely responded.
He didn't let that stop him.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" cried Judy in a wailing siren's voice when he shoved his tongue hard into the fisted center of her bum. He wagged it hard, in and through the sphincter. It started to uncurl.
He brought his cock up and wrenched open the sphincter with one big push. Judy screamed.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOD!!! YOU'RE SO BIG!!!!"
Benjy jabbed again and again, until the hard flesh gave way and swallowed up his rippled skin throbber. It then clamped shut around him, almost jacking him off as it held him in her ass.
Benjy reached around and tickled her clit. It made Judy jump. He frigged it with firm pressure, amazed at how he got her rolling about on his fleshy pivot, and at how her ass muscles curled and uncurled with each noisy climax. When he came, she jumped and bucked and pulled out a steady, enjoyable hot stream of jizm.
When they returned to the restaurant nobody even noticed them.
Later that night as she lay in bed, Judy's cunt still ached for relief. She jumped from her bed and went to her chest of drawers. Buried beneath the underwear was an old present-a joke from a girlfriend that was not a serious aid.
She scooped out a vibrator and turned it on. The batteries were still good, and it wiggled invitingly.
She started out running it across her neck and cheeks, then down around her tits. She swirled it over them as her hands plied the mounds of juicy melon around, letting the dildo reach up under the overhang and tingle the flesh. As the thing buzzed past her nipples her body jolted.
Then she moved it down and shoved the tool into her sweaty, anxious pussy. She was damned determined to release everything that the dream had done to her. It had to be done.
As she shoved the hard, fluttering plastic shaft up into her tight, juicy sheath, her other hand tickled her asshole.
She lay there quivering and coming, dreaming of depravities. Her real life grew more fantastic sexually every day. She was confused, but so heated that she had to give in and soak up every bomb of sensation.
Then she fell back asleep, one ear cocked to the phone for Martha's inevitable call.