She Tucked Them In Bed
by Erika Norman


FOREWORD 

To certain subcultures of the United States, the theme of this novel would 
not appear unusual. For example, the authoritative study Sex Offenders 
(Institute for Sex Research, Indiana University, 1967) refers to "the Ozark 
attitude toward kinship," in which any post-pubertal female is regarded as a 
sexual object who may be legitimately shared by all the male members of a 
family. The authors add, "this is the oldest, least educated, most rural, 
and most religiously devout group in our study . ... The over-all impression 
is of a group of impoverished uneducated farmers or ranchers of less than 
average intelligence. ... Such an offender was a member of a Tobacco Road 
type milieu wherein incest was regarded as unfortunate but not unexpected." 

To most Americans, however, it would appear unusual and, indeed, perverse 
for a father and his three minor sons to openly share the same woman as a 
sexual object, as is the case in She Tucked Them in Bed. Simon Grover and 
his sons do not fit the underprivileged, undereducated mold at all. Grover, 
a prosperous rancher, is an astute and well-educated man, and his three sons 
attend modern schools. Thus it is largely the effects of isolation and 
deprivation which drive the Grover family to their bizarre act. But the 
desperation of father and sons cannot be fully understood without 
investigating also the personality of the woman who unwittingly becomes 
their sexual partner. 

Grace Martin, the Grovers' housekeeper, is 42 years old and has never 
married. She is an extremely repressed personality, distrusts men, and 
shrinks from physical contact. It will come as no .surprise to the reader, 
then, to learn that Grace's first reaction to Simon Grover's sexual advances 
is one of horror. Less predictable is the gradual weakening of her 
resistance, and, eventually, her passionate if disturbed response to the 
overtures of both father and sons, not to mention her descent even to 
bestiality. 

The explanation for this seemingly incongruous behavior lies in the fact 
that in spite of her cold and rigid image, Grace Martin is a deeply sensual 
person and desperately in need of a sexual outlet. Her misfortune is that 
she chooses an abnormal outlet for her pent-up needs, and the consequences 
nearly destroy her. Only through the help and understanding of a mature 
adult is Grace finally rescued from her nightmarish involvement with the 
Grover family. She Tucked Them in Bed demonstrates once again that severe 
sexual repression can only lead to psychological disaster. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

When the taxi stopped in front of the sprawling old mansion, Grace Martin 
was certain that the driver had brought her to the wrong place. 

"Are you sure this is the Grover house?" she asked, her prim face tight with 
annoyance. 

"Ma'am," the driver drawled patiently, "I've lived in these parts for thirty 
years. I know the Grovers. That's their place." 

"I thought it was a ranch," said Grace. 

"It is," said the driver, "but that don't mean it has to look like no ranch 
in a movie. You owe me three dollars, ma'am." 

She paid him and he drove off, leaving her to stand on the muddy country 
road with her orte suitcase. Anyone happening by would have taken a second 
look at Grace Martin, wondering if she was fish or fowl. She was a tall 
woman, with a big-breasted, wide-hipped body almost indecent in its generous 
curves, the kind of body one associates with voluptuous Italian actresses. 
Yet her face was the grim and sour mask of the confirmed spinster, and her 
dark hair was pulled back tightly in a forbidding bun. Many men had wondered 
whether the real Grace Martin existed above or below the neck, but she had 
never given any of them the chance to find out. 

Sometimes Grace herself wondered about the answer to that question. Which 
was she? The modest and proper old maid, or the dark and lusty creature who 
sometimes emerged helplessly in her dreams? But usually she dismissed the 
latter possibility. The boiling sexual urges of her dream life could not be 
the real Grace; they were intrusions of the Devil, impulses she must resist 
at all costs. 

Grace Martin was forty-two years old, and her past history was easily 
recited: born to strictly religious parents, raised to believe that a decent 
woman has no sexual feelings, teacher of the elementary grades for twenty 
years, never married. She might have continued in this pattern for the rest 
of her life, had she not grown sick of the noise, filth, and dangers of the 
city where she taught. Grace decided to seek peace and security in the 
country. She ran across an ad for a housekeeper on a ranch in eastern 
Montana. She answered it by mail and was accepted. It sounded like just what 
she wanted. The pay was good, and there would be no other woman to interfere 
in her routines, her new employer, Simon Grover, described himself as a 
widower with three young sons. 

Now, standing in front of the Grover house, Grace wasn't so sure she had 
made the right choice. The ranch was isolated, all right, thirty miles from 
the nearest town, and this very isolation frightened her. The old, gray, 
weather-beaten house looked hostile. Grace had burned her bridges behind 
her, spending all her savings to make the trip from New York to Montana. She 
would have to take the job whether she liked it or not. 

Grace did not approve of weakness or cowardice, and so, after this brief 
moment of hesitation, she pulled herself together, picked up her suitcase, 
and marched right to the front door of the old farmhouse. She knocked 
loudly. There were heavy footsteps, and then the door opened, and a very 
tall, powerfully built man scowled down at her. 

"If you're the Avon lady, we don't want any," he said gruffly. 

"I am not the Avon lady," Grace replied coldly. "I'm your new housekeeper, 
Grace Martin. You are Mr. Simon Grover, aren't you?" 

Instantly his expression changed to something approximating cordiality. 
Grace sensed that he had had little practice in being friendly or polite. 
"Oh, sorry," he grumbled. "Yes, I'm Grover. Come on in, Miss Martin." 

The interior of the house was gloomy and dusty. Grace saw that she would 
have her work cut out for her. Three boys, all blond and blue-eyed, but of 
various heights, lounged in the front room, staring at her curiously. 

"These are my sons," Grover said. "This one's Jon, he's sixteen. And Bill is 
fourteen, and this one's Tod, he's twelve." The three boys muttered a 
greeting. Their pointed stares made Grace feel uncomfortable, and she was 
glad when Simon Grover took her upstairs to show her her room. "We were just 
about to fix our dinner, Miss Martin," he said, "but now that you're here, 
maybe we can have some decent cooking for a change. Unless you're too tired 
to start in tonight?" 

"No, Mr. Grover, I'm not tired," said Grace. "Let me freshen up, and then 
I'll be down to start dinner." 

As Simon Grover left her room, his eyes quickly swept up and down her body 
in a way that Grace didn't like at all. "Sure am glad you're here, Miss 
Martin," he said softly. 

Grace flushed red all over. When he had closed the door, she hurried over to 
lock it, but there was no lock. Well, she would certainly see to that! Simon 
Grover and his sons had a most unnerving way of looking at her. Not that she 
expected trouble, of course, but better to be safe than sorry. 

The room had a private bath, and Grace went at once to take a shower. 
Afterwards she stood naked before the full-length bedroom mirror, sternly 
examining her lush body with its full sloping breasts. Evil, she thought, 
all of this is evil! Her deceptive body had brought her nothing but trouble. 
Why couldn't she have been skinny and flat-chested, so men wouldn't look at 
her that way? 

"Man, did you see the jugs on that broad?" Jon Grover, eldest of the three 
boys, lounged on his bed, smoking a forbidden cigarette, while his younger 
brothers watched him in hero-worship. "Jeez, that was all I could look at 
during dinner!" Jon went on, sighing. "She sure is stacked!" 

"She's not very nice, though," said Tod, the youngest. "I mean, she's sorta 
grouchy." 

"That's not the point, Tod," Bill said. "We don't care about her 
personality." 

"Right," said Jon. "Who cares what she's like, when she's built like that? 
Listen, I think we oughta do some spying tonight." 

The two younger boys clapped their hands and made excited noises of 
agreement. Ever since their mother had died and they had started having 
housekeepers, some five years ago, the boys had made it a practice to spy on 
these women from a special spying place Jon had created. So far they hadn't 
seen much, since all of the housekeepers prior to Grace had been dried-up 
old ladies in their seventies. Spying on Miss Martin promised to be very 
exciting, indeed! 

"Oh, wow!" Bill said. "What if we get to see her taking her clothes off?" He 
wriggled in his excitement. 

"We might just do that," replied Jon, "if we go in about half an hour. She 
should be done with the dishes by then, ready to go to bed." 

Bill's bedroom was next to the guest room, and the spying place was in 
Bill's closet. Jon had drilled three small holes in the wall of the closet, 
big enough to see through, but not conspicuous on the guest's side of the 
wall. The boys settled into place in the stuffy closet, put their eyes to 
the holes, and were rewarded with the sight of Grace Martin sitting in a 
rocking chair reading her Bible. 

"Shit," muttered Bill, "we came too early." 

"Be patient," whispered Jon. "We might see something yet." 

"I have to pee," said Tod. 

Both his brothers sighed in exasperation. "You always do," said Jon. "Why 
don't you think about it before we get here? Well, go on, but be quiet, and 
don't let Dad see you coming back here. We're all supposed to be asleep, you 
know." 

The two older boys resumed their spying. "Hey," whispered Bill, "what's she 
doing?" 

Before their eyes, Grace was growing flushed and restless in the rocking 
chair, and then her hand darted to her crotch, slowly kneading it through 
her dress. 

"Christ, I don't know," said Jon. "Maybe she has to pee, too." 

In fact, Grace Martin was becoming violently horny. She was terribly ashamed 
of it, but she couldn't help it. It always happened to her when she read 
certain parts of the Bible, about the ancient kings of Israel and their many 
wives, concubines, and lovers. The book was supposed to be holy, she knew 
that, and yet so much vice and fornication was described! And reading about 
it always had this unfortunate effect on her. 

Helplessly Grace began to knead her pussy through her dress. It felt so 
good, she just had to do it. She knew how it might end, but shameful as it 
was, she found herself wanting it desperately. If she rubbed herself long 
enough, in just the right way, that wonderful explosion of pleasure would 
come to her, that thing which medical journals called an "orgasm" but which 
to her was simply a marvelous release of tension.... 

There was a knock at the door, and Grace started violently and snatched her 
hand from her crotch. My God, how awful! She might have been caught! 

"Come in," she squeaked. 

It was Simon Grover. The big surly looking man stepped awkwardly into her 
room and looked around, as if hesitating to meet her eyes. "I just came to 
see if you've got everything you need, Miss Martin," he said in his bass 
rumble. 

"Everything is satisfactory," said Grace, "except for one thing. I'd like to 
have a lock put on my door." 

"A lock?" He gawked at her, then began to chuckle. "You afraid somebody 
might sneak in and rape you?" 

Grace blushed deep red and got stiffly to her feet. "I don't consider that 
amusing, Mr. Grover!" she snapped. 

"Don't know why not," he replied. "Sex can be pretty amusing, if you want it 
to be." 

"Well, really!" gasped Grace. "That's quite enough of that kind of talk, Mr. 
Grover! You may leave now, and I want that lock put on in the morning!" 

The big man laughed but made no move to leave the room. "What's the matter, 
Miss Martin?" he asked. "Don't you like sex?" 

Her mouth hung open. All her life she had been getting lewd and suggestive 
looks from men, but none had ever dared address her in this manner till now. 
She simply didn't know how to deal with this incredibly rude and nasty man. 
Her usual tactic, a sour, freezing glare, seemed to have no effect on him. 

He walked up to her and stood only inches away. She could smell his strong 
male scents, and her heart began to knock in her chest, her pussy growing 
hot and moist. Why was she reacting like this, when she despised the man? He 
looked her over slowly, lazily, his eyes finally settling on the swollen 
curve of her big breasts. 

"You ever been fucked before, Miss Martin?" he asked softly. 

Grace thought she would faint. Never had she been spoken to so lewdly. 
Finding no words, she attempted to slap his face, but he caught her arm 
before the blow landed and jerked her closer to him, so that she felt her 
sensitive nipples rubbing the hardness of his broad chest. "Nope," he 
whispered, "looks like you haven't. What a pity. That gorgeous body going to 
waste! But I can take care of that right now." 

Looking her right in the eye to gauge her reaction, he placed his big 
callused hands on her quivering breasts and slowly squeezed them. Grace's 
eyelids fluttered, and again she felt faint. She had never been treated in 
such an unspeakably lewd manner, and yet at the same time she recognized her 
own powerful sexual excitement. The very touch of his hands on her sensitive 
breasts was enough to make her cunt cream heavily and hotly. I must resist, 
she thought dizzily. I mustn't give way to these evil impulses! 

He started to reach for the top button of her dress and Grace struck out at 
him, catching him off guard this time, striking him hard on the mouth. He 
jumped, muttered a curse, and wiped savagely at the streaming blood. Then 
suddenly he caught her by the shoulders and pushed her backward onto the 
bed. She lost her balance and went crashing down on her back, and he fell on 
top of her. Against the tender flesh of her mons she felt the cruel hardness 
of his crotch. His face was only inches from hers, and he breathed harshly 
on her. 

"I wanta tell you something, Miss Martin," he said ominously, beginning to 
squeeze and explore her breasts again. "I've been awful lonely here since my 
wife died. That was five years ago, and since then I haven't had a woman, 
except for a few whores when I went to the city for supplies. That's pretty 
few and far between for a normal, healthy man. I got to thinking how fine it 
would be to have a woman around the house, so I started hiring housekeepers. 
But the ones before you were all too old. Old ladies, they were the only 
ones who'd take the job. So when I saw you walk through that door today, I 
figured it was the answer to my prayers." He was breathing very harshly now, 
and his hands felt hot and sweaty through her dress. "I gotta have you, Miss 
Martin," he rasped, "and there's no way in the world you're gonna stop me." 

Grace giggled hysterically and pushed feebly against his massive chest. 
"Please, Mr. Grover," she cried, "this is out of the question! The answer to 
your problems is to get married!" 

"I might do that," he replied, "but I'd have to test the woman first. I 
didn't do that with my wife, and she turned out to be frigid. Lay there like 
a goddamned corpse whenever I balled her. I don't want that again. And 
anyhow, my problem's a little more urgent than that." 

Still lying heavily on her, he reached down and began to pull her dress up. 
Grace screamed and flailed and pummeled him. "Oh, please," she cried, "I'm a 
decent woman! Don't do this!" 

He paid no attention. His big sweaty hands were under her dress now, clawing 
at her panties. Finding it impossible to move beneath his vastly superior 
weight, Grace realized for the first time that she might be in real danger. 
At first, when her words and cold glances had failed to stop him, she had 
still believed she could fight him off, but now she wondered. The man was a 
brute, impervious to her blows, and he was enormously strong. Now, even as 
she clawed his face, he registered no pain but doggedly kept inching down 
her panties. 

"Mr. Grover!" she screamed. 'This is rape, don't you understand that?" 

He grinned evilly at her. "No shit, lady?" 

He had her panties almost down to her knees now, and he left them there. She 
felt his rough fingers exploring the soft fur of her mons, and she gasped 
and fell back, closing her eyes, overcome with horror. No man had ever 
touched her there before. Before tonight, none had ever touched her breasts 
or tried to force himself on her. But now it looked as if she would lose 
everything in one cruel, forcible encounter. If she didn't stop him, her 
preciously guarded virginity would be gone, this huge merciless penis 
forcing its way into her untried vagina.... 

"Oh, God, no!" she whimpered. "Please don't! I'm a virgin!" 

He chuckled harshly. "Glad to hear it. I like copping cherries. You just 
take it easy, Miss Martin, and I'll make it real nice for you. Yes, sir, I 
gotta feeling you're gonna like it real well...." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Tod came hurrying back from the bathroom and squeezed into the musty closet 
with his brothers. "Dad didn't see me!" he panted. "Everything's okay!" 

Jon snickered. "You bet Dad didn't see you! He's been kinda preoccupied." 

"Huh?" 

"Look through your spyhole, Tod!" whispered Bill in high excitement. "Man, 
oh, man, what a show!" 

Thinking to get his first glimpse of a naked woman, Tod eagerly pressed his 
eye to the hole. At first he was disappointed. All he saw was his father and 
Miss Martin lying on the bed, fully clothed. Then he began to realize that 
something extraordinary was happening, something which promised real 
excitement. His father was lying on top of the housekeeper and had his hands 
up her dress. Her panties were pulled down to her knees. Certainly they 
weren't just discussing her housekeeping duties, but what exactly were they 
doing? 

"Jon-?" He decided to consult authority. 

"Sssssh!" hissed his oldest brother. "We gotta stay real quiet now. I'll die 
if we louse this up! If we're real lucky, we'll get to see them fuck." 

Fuck? Tod knew the word vaguely. His father and Jon used it a lot to swear, 
and he knew vaguely that it was also connected with sex. Anyhow, it sounded 
wickedly exciting, whatever it meant. He stayed very quiet and still, 
pressing his eye to the peephole. He prayed that Miss Martin would take her 
clothes off so he could see what a woman really looked like. For all their 
spying, the three brothers had never managed to see a woman naked. All the 
other housekeepers had been elderly, modest women who turned out the lights 
before undressing. 

"Oh, Jesus!" Jon exclaimed involuntarily. His brothers, too, were rigid with 
excitement. They watched intently, scarcely breathing, as their father 
suddenly pulled Miss Martin's panties all the way off and then buried his 
face between her tegs, right into that funny dark patch of fur. ... i "OH!" 
shrieked Grace, completely taken by surprise as Grover stripped off her 
panties in one lightning movement and then jammed his sweaty face between 
her thighs. What perverse practice was this? Stunned, she did not resist as 
he parted her legs and breathed hotly on her most private parts. Then she 
felt the most delicious sensation of her life. Something warm, wet and slick 
was travelling slowly over her highly sensitive clit, labia, and anus, 
lapping and circling and stimulating the plump quivering tissue. It squirmed 
into the tiny wet mouth of her vagina, wriggling mischievously. Then she 
realized what it was. His tongue, dear God, he was using his tongue on her! 
It was a beastly, filthy thing to do, she ought to protest, and yet the 
pleasure was so devastating that she could only whimper and spread her legs 
ever wider for him, allowing him to probe deeper into her cunt. He reamed 
her there until she thought she would die of joy, and then she felt his 
drooling hot tongue trace a burning line from the mouth of her vagina to the 
tight pucker of her anus. Using his stiff tonguetip, he began to burrow into 
her nether hole. 

"Oh, Mr. Grover, please!" she whined. "Not there! It's indecent!" 

But he kept on, circling her bumpy anal mouth with the tip of his tongue, 
and Grace realized, to her horror, that she was enjoying it immensely. Then 
he worked his tongue into the clenched brown hole, suddenly plunging quite 
deep, giving her a blast of pleasure that took her breath away. 

"Oooooo!" she squealed. She felt her cunt contract violently and then squirt 
out a gush of hot juice. He must have felt it on his face! She was terribly 
ashamed. What did she think she was doing, lying here and letting this man 
lick her most intimate parts? Obviously it was a trap laid by Satan, and she 
had almost been caught! But now she was alert to the danger and determined 
to fight back. Grover had slipped off her, and she was able to roll away 
from him, then to leap off the bed and race for the door. 

"What the hell?" he shouted. "Come back here!" 

Grace fumbled with the doorknob, cursing her slowness. Before she could open 
the door, Grover had his cruelly strong arms around her and was dragging her 
back to the bed. "Please, no!" she wept. "Don't do this! Let me go!" 

"Not a chance, lady!" he growled. "I wanta see that swell pair of tits 
you've got! And then...." He trailed off, dumping her onto the bed. She 
fought and clawed his arms, but Grover simply grasped the neck of her dress 
and tore it violently, all the way to her crotch. He snatched the dress, 
flung it away, and then ripped off her bra. Her huge white tits wobbled 
free, the big brown nipples darting like startled eyes on the quivering 
flesh. Grace sobbed and put her hands over her eyes, as if to hide from his 
leering glance. 

"Oh, Christ Almighty," he breathed, "you are all woman, Miss Martin! I never 
saw a body as beautiful as yours in my whole life!" 

Grace reddened at his words. For the millionth time in her forty-two years, 
she wished that she was thin and flat and ugly. That body had been the bane 
of her existence. All she wanted was to obey the Bible, which said that 
chastity was as close to perfection as a human being could be; and that 
meant keeping men away. But they would never stay away from her, not when 
she looked like this.... 

Grace opened her eyes and saw that Simon Grover was undressing, his eyes 
riveted to her naked body. She knew she should grab the chance to run for 
the door again, but somehow she couldn't stop looking at him. She had never 
seen a naked man before. In spite of her horror of sex, maybe even because 
of it, she had a burning curiosity to know just what a penis looked like, 
and her fevered imagination had conjured up many possible forms. Now she 
would know the truth. To her the penis was the real instrument of the Devil, 
the organ which made sex possible. She wondered if the thing would look 
evil, or if it had a deceptively innocent appearance. 

When he had removed everything but his shorts, her heart was pounding so 
hard that she was sure he could hear it. Already she knew that his 
mysterious organ was large, it hugely tented his shorts, stretching from his 
crotch almost up to his waist. Then he climbed out of his shorts, and 
Grace's eyes nearly popped from her head. 

"Ohhhhh, God, NO!" she moaned. 

The thing was enormous, monstrous, and ugly. From a thick wiry forest of 
curls it sprang red and menacing, hugely stiff and bloated, a good eight 
inches long. The foreskin was drawn back from the force of his erection, and 
the glans was a hideous dark purple, weeping a glob of thick white cream. 
Below, his huge testicles swayed heavily in their net of coarse hair. Grace 
gaped at the jutting thick rod of his cock and tried to imagine taking it 
inside her. It was clearly impossible, it would split her wide open. 

Grover followed her horrified gaze and chuckled. "Quite a hunk of meat, 
isn't it? But don't you worry, little lady, I'll slip it in just as gentle 
as you please...." 

He began walking toward her, and Grace screamed. 

"Holy shit, will you look at his dong!" Jon whispered hoarsely. "I didn't 
know they could get that big!" 

"Mine'll never get that big," said Bill miserably. 

"How come it's standing up like that?" squeaked Tod. 

Jon snickered. "Jeez, you don't know anything, do you? He's got a hard-on, 
dummy!" 

"Oh," said Tod, pretending to understand. "What's he going to do?" 

"Fuck her," said Jon, "if she'll let him." 

"Doesn't look like Miss Martin is too happy about it," Bill said. 

"What does 'fuck' mean," Tod asked. 

"Oh, for chrissake," muttered Jon. "Will you just shut up and watch? We'd 
better keep quiet, or-Oh-oh, look at this!" 

Their father was starting toward Miss Martin, but she screamed, leaped from 
the bed, and tried to make it to the door. Grover grabbed her from behind 
and began dragging her back to the bed again, giving the boys a much better 
view of her body. 

"Oh, shit, look at those tits!" Jon said. "They're bigger'n watermelons! 
Wouldn't I like to get my hands on those jugs!" 

"Yeah!" tittered Bill. 

"How come?" said Tod. "What would you do, Jon?" 

"Oh, Jesus," chorused Jon and Bill. 

"How come she's got all that hair between her legs?" Tod persisted. 

"You'll have some, too, when you get older," Jon told him. 

"Yes, but she doesn't have any peter!" Tod said worriedly. 

"Of course not, dummy," hissed Bill, "she's a girl!" 

"Shut up, both of you!" Jon said. "Watch! 

We're gonna see some real action now!" 

Grace sobbed desperately as Simon Grover dragged her back to the bed a 
second time. There seemed to be no escaping him, he was simply too quick and 
powerful. He flung her into the bed so hard that the breath was knocked out 
of her, and she could only lie there gasping as he crawled onto the bed 
beside her, making it sag and creak with his weight. He leaned close to her 
and let his heavy, bloated dick graze her quivering tits. "What's the 
matter?" he leered as she shivered and flinched. "Never seen a cock before?" 
Grace closed her eyes in horror, and Grover exclaimed. "You sure are a 
strange one! You must be forty, and never fucked, never seen a cock! 
Fantastic! But all that's coming to an end, lady, right now. It's high time 
you found out what it's all about...." 

He lunged for her, and Grace screamed and rolled over on her belly, hoping 
to make herself inaccessible to him that way. She wound her legs around each 
other, holding them tightly shut, and vowed to stay that way no matter how 
he tried to force her. Even if she couldn't escape his presence, she could 
at least keep that hideous, huge penis out of her virgin vagina. 

Grover didn't seem discouraged. Breathing loudly and harshly, he eased 
himself down onto her back, straddling her buttocks, locking his great hairy 
legs around hers to immobilize her. He reached beneath her and cupped her 
swollen breasts. "You sure got nice tits, lady," he growled. "I'd like to 
play with 'em sometime, but right now I'm in a hurry." She felt the 
iron-hard head of his enormous prick pushing insistently between her 
clenched thighs. He grunted with the effort, but slowly, insidiously, his 
prick slipped past the protesting muscles, and she felt the hot oozing tip 
at the mouth of her vagina. 

"Oh, God, NO!" she sobbed. "For the last time, Mr. Grover, I forbid it!" 

He laughed harshly. "Oh, you forbid it, do you? Well, lady, here's what I 
think of that!" 

He gave a powerful shove of his pelvis, and Grace screamed piercingly as she 
felt herself penetrated. In one steady fluid thrust, he managed to bury his 
huge cock in her all the way, till the bubbling tip butted her womb and his 
coarse-haired balls snuggled against her ass. Her virginity was destroyed, 
she was full of cock, and the pain, terrible as it was, was nothing compared 
to the shock and shame she felt. Then he began to move in her, sawing and 
thrusting in long powerful strokes. 

"Ahhhh, Jesus, yes!" he whined. "Good and tight. Oh, lady, you're great to 
fuck!" 

Grace was beyond tears now. Numbly she lay beneath the sweating, panting 
man, no longer resisting. It was too late, her purity was gone. Even the 
pain was gone. Something much worse had taken its place. For, to her great 
horror, Grace realized that she actually liked what he was doing to her. 

Liked it? She loved it! It was too obvious to deny. Her cunt was creaming a 
hot river all around his deliciously probing meat, and it was all she could 
do to keep from moaning her delight. Now at last she understood why women 
let men do this wicked thing to them. It felt good. Oh, God help it, it felt 
so good.... 

The three boys watched through their spyholes in breathless silence. 
Watching their father's enormously long white prick move inexorably in and 
out of Miss Martin's wet cunt, each boy experienced different thoughts and 
emotions. Each was a virgin, but age made a difference. 

Tod, the twelve-year-old, hadn't the vaguest notion of what was happening, 
except that he'd seen dogs and cows and horses do something like this, and 
the animals had seemed very excited. He didn't know why, but he was excited, 
too, and he felt a strange tingling in his little balls. 

Bill, fourteen, knew what was happening, and he felt a similar swelling and 
tingling sensation in his testicles. What he mostly felt was awe, wonder at 
the size of his father's cock and the breathtaking expanse of Grace's mature 
body. If this was fucking, it was out of his league! 

At sixteen, Jon not only knew what was happening, he also wanted urgently to 
be a part of it. His immature prick was rock-hard and aching in his pants, 
and he desperately envied his father's access to Grace's cunt. He vowed that 
he would acquire the same privilege, that somehow, soon, he would have his 
first fuck, with the new housekeeper. Hell, if she would do it with his Dad, 
why shouldn't she do it with him? He was a man, too! Or at least he would 
be, once he'd had his first woman.... 

Grace managed to stifle her moans as she came. It had happened very fast, 
thanks to the unrelenting friction provided by Simon Grover's enormous hard 
cock. For a moment she fainted, and then she woke again to fierce, jerky 
jabs of his prick as he groaned and jetted his cum into her. 

"Oh, man!" he gasped, rolling off her, his limp cock still dribbling. "That 
was one sweet fuck!" He gave her a resounding, enthusiastic slap on the ass, 
and Grace flinched and whimpered. "You know something, little lady?" he 
leered. "I'm gonna do it to you again tomorrow, and next time I'm gonna make 
you love it!" 

Grace hid her burning face. God forgive her, she already loved it! But she 
mustn't let Grover know that. She must never let him touch her again, now 
that she knew how easy it was to commit this worst of all sins. She must get 
out of this house.... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The next day, her first full day on her new job, was nightmarish for Grace. 
Simon Grover kept casting her knowing glances that made her want to sink 
right into the floor; and he made it clear that he intended to carry out his 
threat to return to her room that night. She hadn't yet thought of a way to 
keep him out, since he had refused to put a lock on her door. Perhaps even 
more disturbing, however, were the looks she was getting from Grover's three 
sons. It was almost as if they knew. 

She was relieved that father and sons spent most of the day outdoors taking 
care of the ranch. She was glad it was summer vacation for the boys, so she 
wasn't left alone with Simon. Yes, things could have been worse. 
Nevertheless, Grace resolved to quit the job and flee as soon as she 
received her first paycheck. She would have fled at once, if she'd had any 
money. As it was, she could only pray that she'd find some way to keep Simon 
off. 

After washing the luncheon dishes, Grace went to the barn to look for eggs. 
Simon had advised her that while most of the eggs were sold, some renegade 
chickens nested in the barn and that their eggs were kept for the family. 
However, after a search of twenty minutes, Grace found nothing, and she was 
preparing to return to the house when the barn door opened and Jon, the 
eldest son, walked in. 

"Oh, Jon!" she said. "I didn't hear you coming! You frightened me!" 

"Sorry, Miss Martin," said the boy. "Anything I can help you with?" 

"Why, yes," replied Grace, "you can help me find some eggs. Your father said 
there'd be some, but for the life of me, I can't find any." 

Jon grinned. "You just have to know the secret, Miss Martin. Those chickens 
are pretty crafty. Here, I'll show you." 

He crossed the barn and reached behind some rusting wagon parts leaning 
against the wall. He began handing eggs to Grace, who put them in a basket. 

As he did this, Grace studied him. At first the three brothers had all 
looked pretty much alike to her, except for height, but now she was 
beginning to see differences. Jon was halfway to being a man, almost as tall 
as Grace herself, his shoulders, arms and legs beginning to broaden with 
hard muscles, his cheeks growing heavily downed with incipient beard. He 
wasn't really a grown-up yet, but he wasn't a little kid, either. Looking at 
the hard outline of his trim buttocks in his tight jeans, Grace felt an 
inexplicable surge of interest. Then, when he turned to face her again, she 
found herself gawking at the noticeable bulge of his crotch. Good heavens, 
did the boy have an erection? 

No, she decided, it was just the thickness of the denim, plus her own 
fevered imagination. Since last night, every male had appeared to her as a 
potential rapist. Jon was too young for that! She ought to be ashamed of her 
suspicions! Blushing, she tore her eyes away from his crotch. 

"Thanks for your help, Jon," she said. "Now I'll know where to look. I guess 
I'd better get these eggs to the refrigerator." 

But Jon took the basket from her hand, set it aside, and said, "Aw, they'll 
keep. They kept for the chickens, didn't they? Tell me about yourself, Miss 
Martin. After all, you'll be living with us, and I don't know anything about 
you. Have you always been a housekeeper?" 

"No, this is my first try," said Grace. "Before this, I was a 
schoolteacher." 

"A schoolteacher!" Jon grimaced. "Yucch!" 

Grace couldn't help smiling. She knew pretty well, after twenty years of 
teaching, how boys feel about school. "Well, don't worry, Jon," she said, 
"my teaching days are over. How do you do in school, by the way? You strike 
me as quite an intelligent boy." 

Jon shrugged exaggeratedly. "Okay, I guess. I want to get into agriculture 
college, and I guess I'll make it." 

"Oh, following in your father's footsteps?" Grace asked innocently. 

For reasons Grace couldn't fathom, the boy grinned broadly. "Yeah," he said. 
"I'd like to do everything my old man does, and I mean everything!" 

"How nice," said Grace vaguely. Suddenly she felt alarmed. She couldn't pin 
down the cause, but she didn't want to be alone in the barn with this boy. 
She reached for the egg basket, but Jon caught her wrist. 

"You ever been married, Miss Martin?" he asked. 

"No," said Grace. "Please let go of my wrist, Jon." 

"You've had boy friends, though, I bet," he persisted, paying no attention 
to her request. 

"No, I've never had time to date," said Grace impatiently. "Please, Jon, I 
asked you to let go of me! 

He released her wrist but pressed on with his questions. "Never even dated? 
My gosh, you must have had a pretty lonely life, Miss Martin. I'm sorry to 
hear that." 

"You needn't be," snapped Grace. "I never missed that kind of thing." 

Again, that mysterious grin. "Aw, come on, Miss Martin!" Jon said. "That's 
not normal! Everybody needs sex, don't they?" 

Grace blushed furiously. How much like his father he was, asking 
impertinent, indecent questions! Clearly Simon Grover had not been a very 
good example for his sons! 

"Really, Jon!" she exclaimed. "I hardly think that's a fit subject for us to 
discuss! Now, you must let me take the eggs to the house. I've got to start 
supper." 

The boy seemed to have finished teasing her. He lounged against the wall of 
the barn, thumbs hooked in his belt, grinning lazily, a silky strand of 
blond hair falling across his forehead. Grace snatched the basket of eggs 
and started out of the barn when Jon's voice made her stop. 

"Hey, Miss Martin!" he called. "Here's something I bet'll interest you!" 

Grace turned to look at him and for a moment she didn't see it. She thought 
he was just playing a trick on her, and she started to turn away angrily, 
then did a double take. Jon's fly was open and his half-grown penis dangled 
out, pale white against the dark blue of his jeans. 

Grace gawked at it. Her mouth dropped open, and the basket of eggs fell from 
her hand. Very slowly she turned beet red all over. 

Jon was delighted. He hadn't expected such a satisfactory response to his 
little prank. He had thought she'd scream or maybe get angry and bawl him 
out, at the least, turn pale and run away. This blushing paralysis was much 
more than he'd bargained for. She didn't move, she hardly breathed, and she 
couldn't seem to take her eyes off his cock. 

Before falling asleep last night, Jon had renewed his vow to make it with 
Miss Martin. He was sick of being a virgin, and there were no girls for 
miles around the ranch. Sure, there were girls at school in town, and he'd 
even dated a couple of them since he'd gotten old enough to drive a car, but 
those girls just weren't having any. He'd tried everything he could think of 
to turn them on, taking them to sexy movies, bringing them suggestive 
magazines, necking in parked cars till he thought he'd die of horniness. No 
go. The farthest he'd ever gotten was to remove a girl's bra, and then when 
he tried to play with her tits, she'd slapped his face and gotten all 
hysterical. There was no point in bothering with girls, he decided. What he 
needed was a woman, a grown woman who'd already done it and wasn't unwilling 
to do it again. Well, he knew Grace had already done it, he'd been watching! 

Now he studied her hungrily as she gaped at his lewdly displayed prick. Even 
in her dull brown cotton housedress, her big body looked voluptuous, her 
legs long and firm, her hips swelling out generously, and her breasts almost 
bursting the buttons of her prim bodice. Christ, what he wouldn't give to 
get her naked in bed! Just to run his hands over all that soft flesh! But 
better yet, to stick his cock into her like his father had done. ... Sure, 
it would be great, but just how was he going to accomplish it? It was one 
thing to shock her by displaying himself, and quite another thing to turn 
her on. Just to see what would happen, he reached down and wagged his prick 
at her. Jesus, she looked like she was going to faint! 

Grace felt rooted to the spot. As in a nightmare, she simply couldn't move. 
She found herself studying Jon's immature prick as if it were the last sight 
she'd see on earth. What a difference from his father's gross, menacing 
organ! Simon's penis had seemed to her enormous, menacing, and brutal, but 
Jon's sixteen-year-old tool looked pure and white and gentle. Of course it 
wasn't erect, but she sensed that it would be only half as big as the adult 
article. It didn't frighten or repel her the way Simon's had. In fact, she 
was shamefully drawn to it. She felt a wicked urge to move closer, to study 
it more intently. Like his father, he wasn't circumcised. His cock ended in 
a funny little wrinkled point. The skin of the shaft was pale white and 
virginally smooth, and what pubic curls she could see were sparse and light 
blond, almost nonexistent. Really, it was a lovely thing. 

Suddenly the boy reached down and wagged his dick at her. She was terribly 
shocked, yet at the same time she noted how limp and floppy it was, how 
tender and harmless. And to her chagrin, she felt her pussy growing warm and 
wet. Dear God, what was the matter with her? How could she possibly 
experience lust for a boy young enough to be her son? Lust in itself was 
nasty enough, but to grow excited over a mere child. It was no good 
lecturing herself, however. Grace couldn't look away from that delicate 
little prick, hanging so invitingly from his open fly. Miserably conscious 
of her own wickedness, she nevertheless helplessly moved toward him, 
advancing a few steps and licking her lips, her dark eyes never leaving his 
cock. 

Jon felt a thrill of hope. He couldn't understand why, but she seemed 
attracted to his cock. He'd never known there was anything special about it, 
and he glanced down quickly to be sure. Nope, it was just an ordinary cock. 
He knew from the locker room at school that it was quite average in size and 
appearance. So what was the big deal? It would never have occurred to him 
that Miss Martin had led so sheltered a life that this was only the second 
cock she'd ever seen. 

She stopped about a foot from him and stared down at it, licking her lips. 
She looked almost hypnotized. Jon decided to be bolder. Slowly he let down 
his jeans, then his shorts, until he was naked from the knees up. Shit, what 
would she think of THAT? 

Grace swallowed hard. An outraged speech quickly formed in her mind as the 
boy lowered his clothing, but she couldn't speak. Now she was studying his 
immature testicles, finding them just as beautiful as his half-formed 
pecker. The twin sacs hung down limply in their soft, rosy bags of flesh, 
quivering ever so slightly with his breathing. They were hairless and very 
inviting to the touch. She saw now, too, how his cock sprang cleanly from 
his lower belly, not from a menacing jungle of adult pubic curls. Yes, he 
was attractive, because he was young and firm and fresh, but why did she 
have this insane urge to touch him? 

Then, as if reading her thoughts, Jon grinned and said, "You can touch it if 
you want, Miss Martin. It won't bite." 

He didn't think she would. He just said it to embarrass her. She blushed 
deeply, but she didn't look away. To his astonishment, her hand started to 
reach out in the direction of his cock, but then she moaned a little and 
jerked her hand back again. God, she really had wanted to touch it! Boldly, 
Jon grabbed her hand and placed it squarely on his dangling limp penis. 

Grace gave an anguished gurgling noise and grew feverishly hot all over. She 
felt her pussy gushing hot cream, so much that the crotch of her panties was 
completely-soaked. Her heart was pounding, and she began to perspire 
heavily. Never in her life had she felt such powerful sexual excitement. 
Why, why? Jon was only a child! She had no business feeling this way about 
him! But no matter how she chided herself, she couldn't bear to withdraw her 
hand from where he had placed it. Right in the sensitive center of her palm 
she could feel that little spear of meat, soft and smooth and gently 
throbbing. She had never felt flesh so silky and tender. Moaning softly, she 
moved her hand a little, rubbing very gently over the half-grown shaft, and 
beneath the soft flesh she could detect a hard inner core. The little organ 
seemed to twitch in her palm, as if waking up and coming to life. Again her 
cunt steamed and gushed hot juices, she felt them trickling down her legs. 

Jon was astonished at the change in Miss Martin. Since coming to the house, 
she had been stern and cold and distant, no emotion crossing her handsome 
face except annoyance or disapproval. Now, touching his cock, she began to 
soften and melt. Her face was deeply flushed, her eyes bright, and her mouth 
had relaxed from its usual sour expression. She kept licking her lips. She 
breathed quickly, with effort. What strange emotion had done this to her? 
Was it possible that she was horny? He found it hard to believe. Even when 
his father had gone down on her and then balled her, she had seemed unmoved. 
So why should merely touching his cock get her so excited? 

Nevertheless, having gotten her to go this far, Jon decided to experiment. 
He took her hand and placed it on his balls. Again she reddened and moaned, 
and presently he felt her hand timidly rubbing his sensitive testicles. 
Jesus, it felt nice! He wished she would go on doing it but, no, her hand 
was moving, back between his legs, exploring him shyly. He felt the tip of 
her finger rubbing coyly over the bumpy mouth of his anus. 

Grace was thoroughly astonished at herself, thoroughly ashamed at her own 
lewd boldness. Not only had she touched his testicles, she had even explored 
his anal opening. What was driving her to this unspeakable behavior? She 
only knew that there was aching need in her vagina, and that she couldn't 
stop touching this boy in all his forbidden places. It was as if some dark, 
evil, and previously unknown part of her mind had taken control of her. 

Circling the tightly clenched mouth of his anus, Grace gave way to her 
impulses and gently wormed the tip of her little finger into his nether 
passage. It popped in about half an inch, and Jon gasped and shivered. She 
began to push her fingertip in and out of the tight hot little hole, and the 
boy moaned. She thought for a moment that she was hurting him, but suddenly 
she saw evidence to the contrary. 

Before her astonished eyes, Jon's rosy little testicles began to swell and 
tighten. At the same time, his immature peter twitched, straightened, and 
slowly began to rise stiffly in the air. Too astonished to stop what she was 
doing, Grace kept pumping her little finger in his ass, and soon his pale 
white cock was hugging his flat belly and pointing right up at his chin. 
Only then did she stop in shame. Dear God, she had given the boy an 
erection! 

"Ohhhhh, don't stop, Miss Martin!" he said and moaned as her finger left his 
anus. "It felt great!" 

Grace gasped and started to back away from him, but Jon, flushed and excited 
now, grabbed her hand and placed it on his erect penis. Grace gave a shrill 
little cry and tried to pull her hand away, but he held it there firmly, 
working his slim hips, rubbing his stiff little tool against her palm. He 
didn't dare hope that she would actually let him fuck her, but if he could 
get her to go on playing with him, that would be more than enough to bring 
him off. No woman had ever played with his cock before, and her mere touch 
made him powerfully excited. 

Grace was struggling inwardly. She knew she ought to wrench her hand from 
the boy's grasp and run out of the barn, leaving this evil temptation behind 
her. It was an unspeakably wicked thing she was doing. Yet now that his 
little cock was hard, she liked the feel of it even better than before. It 
nudged and butted in the palm of her hand like an eager little animal, and 
she gave way to the impulse to curl her fingers around it, creating a tight 
hot sheath. It began to move even faster, and Jon gasped and panted as he 
pumped. Oh, please, he thought, let her hang on to it till I shoot! 

Suddenly Grace knew what it was she sought. She could scarcely believe her 
own depravity, yet she recognized clearly enough from her heavy salivating 
that she wanted to get her mouth on that stiff little dick. She had read of 
this vile practice, fellatio it was called, a woman taking a man's penis in 
her mouth. She had been disgusted even to imagine it. Yet right now it 
seemed the most exciting idea in the world. Could she live with herself 
afterward? Suddenly it didn't seem to matter. Nothing mattered but the 
present moment. With a hungry moan, she sank to her knees. 

Jon was just on the verge of cumming when she let go of his cock, and he 
experienced keen disappointment and anger. What the hell was she doing? He 
opened his eyes and saw that Miss Martin was kneeling in the hay before him, 
eyeing his stiff meat and breathing harshly, hotly, all over it. Then, to 
his astonishment, her gleaming pink tongue flicked out, quick as a snake's, 
and licked the whole length of his shaft. Christ, what a hit! He shivered 
with pleasure. She seemed to grow more bold, and she inched forward on her 
knees, bringing her lips up against his throbbing stiff cock. He felt her 
sweaty hot hands on his bare ass, and then she was pulling him tight against 
her, his knees flattening her huge soft tits. Her firm lips nibbled shyly at 
the tip of his prick, and then he felt her tongue squirming under his 
foreskin. He yelped with delight. 

"Aw, yeah, do it!" the boy whined. "It feels great, Miss Martin!" 

Wondering at herself, Grace nevertheless obeyed without hesitation, working 
back his tender wrinkled foreskin with her eager tongue. She got it all the 
way back, revealing the naked glans, gleaming and slick and cherry-red. She 
tickled the salty flesh with her tongue and found that she loved the taste 
of it. There was no holding herself in check now, she just had to go all the 
way. With a hungry moan, she fastened her lips around the throbbing little 
prick and slowly, deliriously, sucked it into her mouth. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"It's not fair," said Bill petulantly. "Jon was supposed to help us with the 
chores this afternoon, and he never even showed up." 

"Maybe he had to go help Dad," replied Tod. "Anyhow, we got them done by 
ourselves, didn't we?" 

"Yeah," admitted Bill, "but I'd like to know where he is. If he just skipped 
off and went swimming or something, I'll really be pissed!" 

The two younger brothers were walking from the barnyard to the house, taking 
their time, kicking stones, chatting. As they passed the barn, Bill stopped 
suddenly and caught his brother's arm. 

"Listen!" he hissed. 

From the barn came a very strange noise. It was a loud, juicy slurping and 
sucking sound, almost obscene in its wetness and volume. It went on and on, 
and now, pricking up their ears and moving closer, the boys could hear a 
soft moaning and whining as well. 

"Golly," said Tod, "what is it? Sounds like a sick cow!" 

"We better have a look," said Bill. "But in case it's something dangerous, 
I'll just have a peek first." He went to the barn and looked through a crack 
in the wall. Suddenly he seemed to freeze. 

Tod waited and waited, but his older brother didn't move from the spyhole. 
Impatiently, Tod ran up to him. "What is it, Bill? What-" 

Bill whirled on him, a finger pressed to his lips. "Quiet!" he whispered. 
"Come here!" He dragged Tod a little way off, then whispered again, "You 
wouldn't believe what I saw! Man, oh, man! I don't even believe it myself!" 

Tod was jumping up and down now in his impatience. "Tell me, tell me!" he 
said. 

Bill considered a moment, then motioned Tod to follow him. "You can see for 
yourself, but you gotta be quiet. No noise at all, understand?" 

Tod nodded and followed Bill around the barn to the other side. There a 
ladder led to the loft. They climbed quickly and quietly, then crawled 
through the hay to a trap door. Bill opened it as silently and carefully as 
he could. Then he lay down on his belly and peered down to the main floor of 
the barn. He grinned, then motioned for Tod to look, too. 

Tod flattened himself beside his brother, looked where Bill was looking, and 
saw a very strange thing. Miss Martin, the new housekeeper, was kneeling 
before their older brother Jon, sucking his peter. That accounted for the 
strange noise they had heard. Jon had his eyes closed and was moaning and 
whining, hence the other noise. All that was clear enough to Tod, but one 
thing puzzled him: why were Miss Martin and Jon doing this very odd thing? 

Worriedly, Tod tapped his brother on the shoulder and whispered, "Is she 
hurting him? Did he do something wrong?" 

"Ssssh!" hissed Bill. "If they hear us, we're really in for it! No, she's 
not hurting him! He digs it, can't you tell?" Bill, in fact, wasn't quite 
sure just what was going on, he'd never heard of this practice before, but 
he knew Jon, and Jon wouldn't be doing anything unless it was-fun. Come to 
think of it, it must be a lot of fun to get your prick sucked! 

Tod studied the scene below and decided that Bill was right, Jon was 
enjoying it. But why? Tod tried to imagine having somebody sucking on his 
peter, and he concluded that it would tickle. So what was the big deal? He 
decided it must have something to do with sex, but sex was one big mystery 
to Tod. He only knew that sex made babies somehow. Was Jon making a baby for 
Miss Martin? It seemed un-likely, since Miss Martin clearly wasn't very fond 
of children. Tod shrugged and sighed. He gave up trying to figure it out, 
content merely to watch. 

Meanwhile, below them, Jon was getting even more excited. His moaning was 
louder now, and he seemed dizzy, falling forward to steady himself by 
clutching Miss Martin's shoulders. He was jerking his hips fiercely, jabbing 
his stiff little prick furiously in and out of the woman's greedily sucking 
mouth. His face was very red, and his teeth were clenched. 

Bill recognized the expression. It was one Jon often assumed when the two 
older brothers jerked off together, seeing who could shoot the farthest. So 
that was it, Jon was going to shoot his stuff in Miss Martin's mouth! Bill 
squirmed with excitement and envy. How he'd love to do the same thing! He 
just couldn't figure out how Jon had persuaded the grim, cold housekeeper to 
do this wonderful thing for him. Bill wanted very much to ask him about it 
later, but of course he couldn't ^3cause Jon would be furious if he found 
uis brothers had been syping on him. Bill sighed longingly, and he felt his 
small cock growing stiff in his jeans. 

Grace had sucked until her mouth ached, but still she wasn't tired. Sucking 
Jon's stiff little cock was the most exciting experience of her lonely 
forty-two years of life. She liked the hard, jabbing presence in her mouth, 
loved the salty essence that bubbled from his glans. Growing more daring, 
she took one hand off his jerking ass and cupped his bobbing balls, gently 
and mischievously squeezing them, loving their swollen heat in her palm. Jon 
seemed to like the squeezing, too, for he whinnied and bucked all the 
harder. 

He fell forward and grasped her shoulders to steady himself, and Grace's 
heart pounded at his touch. Her pussy was gurgling hot cream in a steady 
river by now, and she knew it was puddling beneath her on the floor of the 
barn. She knew something else, too, she wanted desperately to be fucked. She 
wanted to be fucked hard and mercilessly, just the way Simon Grover had done 
it to her last night when he took her virginity. It was shameful, yet she 
felt she would die if she didn't have it. For a moment she contemplated 
releasing Jon's cock from her mouth and begging him to put it in her cunt 
instead. She had no doubt that the boy would be willing, but her remaining 
sense of decency restrained her. My God, he was only sixteen! There had to 
be a limit to her depravity! Sucking his cock was wicked enough, and asking 
a mere boy to satisfy her would be going too far. No, she had best leave 
things as they were. 

"Ohhhhh, God, Miss Martin!" Jon yelped. "This is great! Keep sucking my cock 
just a little longer, please! I want to shoot!" 

The thought horrified her. She liked having his small stiff tool in her 
mouth, but she hadn't considered the inevitable result, a hot glob of boycum 
in her throat. It was evil and nasty, the idea of eating his sperm! She 
couldn't bring herself to do it! 

Grace started to push the boy away, but he grabbed her head and held it 
steady, fucking her mouth in a mindless frenzy. It was too late to withdraw 
now, she understood that. All too well, she understood the boy's need. A 
hundred times at night, in the privacy of her bed, she had experienced that 
intolerable need for release, and she had been unable to sleep until she 
satisfied it. With a gurgling sob, Grace stopped pushing at the boy's 
jerking body. She fondled his balls again and resumed her feverish sucking 
of his ramrod cock. It would be cruel to disappoint him now. 

Jon had never felt such dizzying pleasure in his young life. He had jerked 
off plenty of times, of course, so he knew what cumming was like. But the 
action of his own hand was dull and unexciting compared to having his 
achingly stiff prick sucked and tongued inside a woman's juicy steaming 
mouth, all the silky slick tissues of her cheeks and palate and tongue 
forming a tight velvety sheath around his meat. He imagined that fucking a 
real vagina must be something like this, and yet he could hardly believe 
that anything could equal this heady pleasure. He wished it would never end. 

"Aw, God, Miss Martin," he whined, "suck my cock, suck it, suck it! Awwwww!" 

In the loft of the barn, Jon's younger brothers watched goggle-eyed as the 
noisy performance continued. Bill was scarlet with envy and excitement, and 
he couldn't help squirming in the straw, rubbing his stiff little cock 
against the rough material of his jeans, working up friction just as he did 
when he jacked off. He felt an overwhelming need to cum. At the last moment, 
he realized that it wouldn't do to return to the house with a big wet spot 
on his crotch, and he quickly unzipped his fly, took out his stiff little 
peter, and, pumping it tightly in his hand, he went on watching. 

Tod was mystified. There was no doubt that Jon was enjoying himself 
immensely, yet it seemed such a strange and silly thing to do, letting a 
woman suck on your peter like it was something to eat. Curious, Tod took out 
his own tiny organ, spit into his palm, and began pumping his penis to see 
what if felt like. To his surprise and delight, it felt great. He kept it 
up, pumping just as fast as Miss Martin was sucking, and soon his small 
white peter grew very hard, just like when he had to pee badly, except that 
it felt good, not bad. He glanced over and saw that Bill was doing the same 
thing. This mystified him even more, but what the hell, it felt great, so 
why not do it? 

Then his attention was drawn back to the scene below. Jon gave a piercing 
howl, jerked his hips so hard that Miss Martin almost toppled over backward, 
then her throat muscles were working like crazy, as if she were swallowing 
something. 

"Awwwww, Christ!" sobbed Jon as the last squirt of his cum shot into Miss 
Martin's throat. He trembled violently with the sharpest pleasure he'd ever 
known. He collapsed, sweating and panting in her arms, his limp little dick 
slipping from her mouth. As he fell against her huge heaving tits, he could 
feel her heart hammering. Both of them were in a state of shock, and neither 
noticed a light rain of boyish cum shooting down from the trap door of the 
loft. 

Then, after laying him gently aside, Miss Martin sprang to her feet and 
raced out of the barn, her face burning. Jon felt too drained to follow her 
or even to express his gratitude for the magnificent cum she'd given him. He 
could do all that later ... because he sure as hell intended to have more 
sessions with the new housekeeper! This was only the beginning. Now that he 
knew how to excite her, now that he knew she was willing, there was 

\ no end to the delightful things he wanted to do with her. Lazily lounging 
in the hay, Jon grinned and sighed as he imagined their next meeting. He'd 
get her to take her clothes off this time, play with those great big boobs 
of hers, and then, when he got her excited, he'd stick his cock inside her 
and be rid of his virginity at last. Yes, sir, it was going to be a great 
summer vacation! 

Grace ran into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. Throwing herself 
on the bed, she began to sob. She bitterly regretted the wicked thing she'd 
just done, yet she knew her wickedness wasn't over, not even now. Her cunt 
was puffed and swollen with need, and there was no way she could calmly go 
downstairs and start making supper, not until she had some relief. Blushing 
with shame, she reached under her dress and beneath the dripping crotch of 
her panties, easing a finger into her aching cunt. 

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhh, God, AHHHHH!" 

Her stiffly pumping finger brought her off in less than a minute, and the 
bedsprings creaked loudly as she writhed in orgasm. Almost immediately, deep 
shame washed over her. She had to get away from this evil house. All she 
seemed to think about any more was sex. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Grace kept her eyes lowered all through dinner, unable to meet the knowing 
looks of Jon and his father. As soon as she had finished washing the dishes, 
she fled to her room. She wished desperately that there was a lock on the 
door, but she had to content herself with propping a chair under the 
knob-she'd seen it done in movies, and she hoped it worked. Another assault 
by Simon Grover would be a bit more than her shattered emotions could take. 

Grace put on a sensible cotton nightgown and sat in bed trying to read her 
Bible. Almost always this comforted her, but tonight she couldn't 
concentrate. It was understandable, she supposed. The past twenty-four hours 
had been the most eventful of her life. After forty-two years of 
spinsterhood, she had been suddenly and violently introduced to sex, which 
was enough to upset any reasonable person. What bothered her was her 
reaction. She knew she ought to be horrified, but in fact she was 
experiencing a perverse fascination with the whole thing. Every time she 
left her thoughts unguarded, she had visions of male organs, adult and 
adolescent cocks. Truly she was in the grip of evil, and she would have to 
work hard to save herself. 

Around nine o'clock, just as Grace was getting ready to turn out the light 
and try for some sleep, there was a knock at her door. 

"Who is it?" she called nervously. "What do you want?" 

"It's Grover," said Simon in his bass voice. "I want to talk to you, Miss 
Martin." 

"Oh, no!" cried Grace. "You want more than talk, Mr. Grover, and I forbid 
you to enter my room again!" 

A short silence. Then he grumbled, "Very well, since you come right to the 
point, so will I. You know what I want, and I intend to have it." 

The doorknob turned and Grace froze. Hugging her knees to her chest as if to 
protect herself, she watched as Grover twisted the knob and pushed the door 
open a fraction of an inch, until it was stopped by the chair. 

"What the hell?" he muttered. He tried again, then shouted, "I see what 
you've done, Miss Martin, but it won't stop me! Get that chair out of the 
way, or I'll break the door down!" 

"It's your door!" Grace cried. "Go ahead and break it, you animal!" Her last 
hope was that Grover would hesitate to damage his own property, and that her 
cold defiance would make him come to his senses. 

She was wrong. There was a thunderous blow, the chair buckled and cracked, 
and the splintered door flew open, propelled by Grover's boot. Grace 
screamed and hugged the bedcovers up to her chin. Grover strode into the 
room, red-faced with rage. "You puritanical bitch!" he growled. "I had 
intended to be gentle with you, but not now! If you want to play rough, I'm 
your man!" 

He kicked the battered chair out of the way and slammed the door, what was 
left of it, behind him. Then he began to take off his clothes, eyeing Grace 
coldly the whole time. She was terribly afraid of his anger and his brute 
strength, and she began to tremble. There would be no escaping him, not when 
he was in this mood, and he would be even more brutal than last time. 

"Hey, Jon, you awake?" Bill called in the darkness of his big brother's 
room. 

"Of course," grumbled Jon. "Is Dad in bed yet? He didn't see you come in 
here?" 

"His door's closed," replied Bill, "so I guess he's in bed. Jeez, he was 
cross tonight!" 

The boys had planned another spying session in Bill's closet, but their 
father had thwarted them by coming around to their rooms and making sure 
they were asleep. When he found all of them still awake, he angrily demanded 
lights out. So they had been waiting, seething with impatience, for Mr. 
Grover to retire, so they could get on with their expedition. 

Now, assuming the danger was over, Jon and Bill crept into the hall, when 
suddenly they heard a loud crash, followed by Miss Martin's shrill scream. 

Peering around a comer, they caught a glimpse of their father stepping into 
the housekeeper's bedroom. 

"Oh, wow!" whispered Jon. "This'll be something to watch! Let's go!" 

"Hey, wait," said Bill, "aren't we going to get Tod?" 

"Aw, let's skip it," said Jon. "He's too young, he just doesn't dig what's 
going on." 

"I don't know about that," snickered Bill. "He jacked off today." 

"No shit!" Jon raised his eyebrows. "Well, okay, go ahead and get him. I'll 
be in the closet." 

Jon scurried into the spying place and put his eye to one of the holes. Yes, 
this was going to be quite a show! Miss Martin was in bed, trembling and 
protesting, the covers drawn up to her chin, but it wasn't stopping Mr. 
Grover. The old man, to Jon's delight, was stripping right in front of her. 
That oughta turn her on, Jon thought. After all, he should know! That 
afternoon in the barn he'd gotten her to do all kinds of delightful things 
just by showing her his naked cock! 

But for some reason, Miss Martin didn't seem to get turned on by the sight 
of his father's body. Jon couldn't understand it. Grover seemed to him a 
magnificent specimen of manhood. Sure, he was old, he must be fifty, but he 
was in great shape, well over six feet tall, with solid muscles from long 
days of hard work on the ranch. His silver hair was abundant and healthy, 
and his chest was matted thickly with dark hair. And, Christ, his cock! Jon 
sighed wistfully. If only he could grow a dick that big! Miss Martin ought 
to be wild with desire for such a man, but instead she was shaking in 
terror, sobbing her protests. 

"Please, Mr. Grover!" she wept. "Please don't! I'm a decent woman! I can't 
bear this!" 

Grover laughed harshly. "There never was a woman, decent or not, who didn't 
want to fuck. She might not admit it, but she'd want it. Unless she wasn't 
normal. Is that your trouble, Miss Martin? Are you one of those frigid 
types?" 

Grace blushed deeply, yet she quickly grabbed at this straw. "Yes, I'm 
afraid so, Mr. Grover. I have never been interested in-in sex. So you see 
what an ordeal it is for me. Please, can't you find someone else?" 

"Oh, sure," drawled Grover, stepping out of his shorts, "I can just drive 
over to the nearest city, it's only a couple hundred miles. Otherwise, 
there's the cows." He towered before her, his enormously long penis swaying 
heavily. "So you're frigid, eh? Well see about that. Get undressed." 

"My God, no!" wailed Grace, clutching the blankets even more tightly around 
her. 

He swore under his breath. Then he strode to the bed, ripped back the 
covers, and threw himself at her. Grace screamed and tried to escape, 
rolling to the other side of the bed, but Grover managed to catch the hem of 
her nightgown, and she couldn't move without tearing it. 

"Now," he panted, "you gonna take it off, or am I gonna rip it off?" 

Terrified, Grace lunged in the other direction, trying to roll past him, 
managing to get her feet on the floor. She began trying to get to the door, 
but Grover only sneered and held her nightgown, so that, in effect, she was 
running in place. 

"You're gonna tear this pretty thing, Miss Martin," he said dryly, "and that 
would be a shame. Why don't you just calm down and enjoy yourself, and quit 
all this nonsense? I can make it real nice for you. Tell me the truth, now, 
wouldn't you like a nice hard fuck?" 

That did it. Grace screamed and struggled with all her might toward the 
door. The nightgown began to tear, and then she was free, stumbling across 
the room. The skirt of her gown had torn off, leaving her bare from the 
waist down, but she didn't care. All she could think of was getting away 
from this madman. She flung the door open, but too late. His big hairy arms 
encircled her, and she felt herself being dragged backward toward the bed. 
"Oh, please!" she sobbed, "Please don't! This is rape, can't you understand 
that? How can you be so cruel?" 

Grover panted hotly against her neck. "Cruel? I guess I don't look at it 
that way. Maybe I got a point to prove. I wanta prove you're a real woman 
after all. You act like you don't even have a cunt, but I know better. You 
got all the right equipment, Miss Martin, but you won't let yourself enjoy 
it. Well, I intend to teach you how. I don't see anything cruel about that." 

Grace shuddered. It was this very threat which she dreaded most. She would 
be so ashamed and humiliated if Grover managed to prove, both to him and to 
her, that she enjoyed sex! Sex was evil, her parents had always told her so. 
She must never reveal the evil part of her nature. She didn't think she 
could survive the shame. 

As he dragged her to the bed, she could feel his limp cock banging heavily 
against her buttocks. Soon it would be cruelly stiff and long, it would be 
in her. ... She moaned and clawed at his arms, but he didn't seem to feel 
it. With no apparent effort, he tossed her onto the bed, making her huge 
tits flop and bounce. Then he bent over her, grinning lewdly, placing his 
big sweaty hands on her quivering breasts. 

"Now, Miss Martin," he said hoarsely, "let's teach you to fuck...." 

Jon sat rigidly before the spyhole, hardly even breathing. God, to be as 
powerful and commanding as his father! He felt puny and weak in comparison 
to the older man. He was also beginning to feel acutely jealous. It was easy 
for his Dad to get laid, he was so strong, he could take any woman he 
wanted, whether she liked it or not. But Jon would be forced to use 
persuasion, tricks, and cunning, and he wasn't very good at that. Getting to 
actually fuck Miss Martin seemed pretty hopeless. His cock ached with need. 
Christ, what he wouldn't give to be in his father's place right now! It just 
wasn't fair, damn it, it wasn't fair at all. 

The closet door opened, and his two younger brothers fumbled their way 
inside. "Sorry we took so long," whispered Bill. "Tod was asleep, and then 
he had to pee." 

"It figures," snapped Jon. "I told you he's just a little kid, too young for 
this." 

"I am not!" squeaked Tod. 

"SSSHHHH!" chorused his brothers. 

"Never mind all that," said Jon hastily. "Take a look through the holes. 
We're in for another great show." 

Bill and Tod looked, and then Bill sighed loudly. "Boy, oh, boy, she's got 
the biggest tits I ever saw!" 

Jon snickered. "You mean the only tits you ever saw! But, shit, yeah, 
they're huge! Lucky Dad, he gets to play with 'em." 

All three boys sighed loudly. They watched in silence for a while, and then 
Tod said, "What's he going to do to her?" 

"He's going to fuck-" Jon began impatiently. Then he sighed, "Oh, yeah, I 
forgot. You don't know what fuck means." 

"Well, what does it mean?" Tod asked. 

Jon chose his words carefully, toping to get through to his little brother 
and not be bothered by the question again. "It means he's going to stick his 
peter in her cunt." 

"What's a cunt?" 

"Oh, shit. It's a hole between a girl's legs." 

"Why would he want to do that?" said Tod. "Because it feels good, damn it!" 

"It does?" This so impressed Tod that he shut up and watched, much to his 
brothers' relief. At least he shut up for a while. Through the spyholes they 
saw their father pinning Miss Martin's shoulders to the bed, trailing his 
long limp prick across her lips. She gasped, and he let the purple tip slip 
into her mouth. 

"I thought he was gonna put it between her legs," said Tod. "Why's he trying 
to put it in her mouth?" 

"Because that's fun, too," said Jon. "Now will you be quiet?" 

"Fun?" persisted Tod. "Oh, yeah, I remember! Just like-" 

Bill clapped a hand across his little brother's mouth. The dummy had almost 
given everything away! Obviously Tod was recalling what they'd seen in the 
barn that afternoon, but Jon would be sore as hell if he knew they'd been 
spying on him! Bill glared at Tod, and after a moment the twelve-year-old 
understood and nodded. 

Fortunately Jon was paying no attention. He had his eye glued to the 
spyhole, and he was muttering, "Aw, shit, the lucky bastard! How come 
grown-ups have all the fun?" 

Simon Grover leaned heavily on her shoulders, pinning her down on the bed. 
Grace waited in terror for him to mount her, but instead he remained 
kneeling beside her, leering down at her, letting his huge ugly cock trail 
lazily over her face. Only inches from her eyes she could see it, enormous 
and rubbery, milky-pale, laced with blue veins, the foreskin partially drawn 
back to reveal part of the dark purple glans. 

"Now," he drawled, "the first thing you gotta learn is how to suck cock." 

Grace gasped, and he laughed and let the evil thing fall into her mouth. For 
a second she tasted its strong saltiness, and then she gagged and spit it 
out. "Don't like it, huh?" he sneered. "But you haven't even tried it yet! 
Give it a chance! Go on, take a big mouthful, find out how much fun it is. 
Hell, I've known women who'd rather suck than fuck!" 

Grace closed her eyes. Oh, God, if only he knew! What if he'd walked into 
the barn today and caught her on her knees sucking off his oldest son? She 
reddened with shame. And why was it that she'd loved sucking Jon's cock, 
while the prospect of doing the same to his father made her nauseated? 

"Come on, baby, don't be stubborn," Grover was saying. "Either you take it 
in, or I force your mouth open. But you'll do it, whether you want to or 
not." 

Grace looked again at the huge flabby prick, trailing thickly from its dark 
forest of coarse hairs. It was ugly, brutish, and uninviting. Jon's had been 
so beautiful, so pure and fresh to her, but this thing, this menacing adult 
prick, didn't excite her at all. Groaning, she tightened her lips and shook 
her head, indicating her fierce rejection. 

"Okay," Grover growled. "This is getting to be a real drag, you know that? 
Why do you make me force you every step of the way, when you know I'll win?" 

Grace didn't reply. He growled again, then seized her, pressing fingers and 
thumb just where her jaw met her skull. The pressure was cruel, and she was 
forced to open her mouth. Breathing heavily now, Grover used his free hand 
to feed his flabby meat into her mouth, stuffing it full. 

"Now suck it!" he commanded harshly. "And remember this, lady, if you bite, 
I'll kill you! I'm not kidding!" 

Grace met his fierce eyes, and she knew he meant it. With a gurgling, 
stifled sob, she began to suck the limp fat meat, closing her eyes, trying 
to pretend it was Jon and not his father. But the pretense didn't work. This 
grotesquely large penis was far too big, far too strong-tasting, and she 
could feel the adult growth of pubic hair rubbing harshly against her mouth. 
Grover's big callused hands held her head in place, and his fast breathing 
was nothing like Jon's soft sighs and moans. No, fantasy wouldn't save her. 
She only prayed that the ordeal wouldn't last long. 

"Ahhhhh, yes!" he rasped. 'That's more like it! Suck it, baby, suck that 
meat real good! Suck it like it was candy!" 

Fat chance of that, thought Grace bitterly. It was more like sucking a wet 
sausage, and there was nothing sweet about it. His limp meat weighed her 
tongue down, pushed against the back of her throat, and made her want to 
gag. But as she sucked him, slowly, steadily, and obediently, he began to 
get an erection, and that was even worse. His cock thickened, doubling in 
girth, and slowly lengthened until she couldn't keep it all in her mouth 
without swallowing it. She let half the enormous length slip out, but Grover 
didn't like that. He grunted his annoyance, pushed heavily, and she felt the 
stiff penis gliding into her throat. 

She couldn't help it, she gagged violently. Grover swore and quickly 
withdrew from her mouth. "Bitch!" he hissed. "Maybe you're not a real woman 
after all! A real woman would love that dick so much, she'd take it right 
down to her belly!" 

But I would, Grace thought desperately, if it were Jon and not you! Her eyes 
grew wide with fear as she looked up at the glowering man. He was furious. 
Was he going to hit her? 

To her relief, Grover regained control. "Well," he said, "I guess it is 
quite a mouthful at that. At least you got your first taste of cock. Some 
other time I'll teach you to swallow it." 

Grace looked feverishly at the now erect penis, wagging slowly and heavily 
so close to her eyes. It was incredibly long and thick, and as she imagined 
taking it into her throat, she grew queasy, dizzy. No, she'd die first! 

Grover noticed the look of distaste on her handsome face, and he sneered at 
her. "All right, all right! We'll forget that for now. I think I know 
something that'll make you change your tune." 

Still kneeling beside her so he could observe her reaction, Grover reached 
between her legs. Grace gasped and tried to close her thighs to him, but too 
late. His thick fingers had worked quickly through her soft pussy curls and 
located her clitoris. Grinning down at her, he seized the fat little bud of 
flesh between thumb and forefinger and began to massage it gently. Almost at 
once, Grace felt heady waves of pleasure shooting through her body. She 
blushed hotly and compressed her lips, trying not to reveal how much she 
enjoyed it. Grover continued to massage and gently squeeze the tiny shaft of 
her clit, and then, to her horror, she felt her cunt awakening, contracting 
sharply and beginning to seep its hot juices. Oh, God, no, not that! If he 
felt her cream on his hand, he would know he'd aroused her! 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Grover asked. "You don't want to admit it, but I 
bet your little pussy's creaming like mad right now. Let's find out." 

Grace groaned in deep shame as his thick finger fumbled its way through the 
folds of her labia and eased into her vagina. He dabbled there, feeling her 
steaming juices pooling all around his finger, and then he leered at her. 
"Yeah, you like it, all right! I can feel the evidence! If you're frigid, 
baby, I'm the Queen of England!" 

Grace began to cry. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated. At the 
same time, Grover kept teasing her clit expertly and working his finger in 
her steamy vagina like a miniature cock. It was too much for her. Her body 
had been starved for pleasure all these years, and her pent-up need was too 
great to resist. Oh, God, how wonderful it felt! How desperately she needed 
to be touched like that! With an anguished moan, Grace let her legs fall 
wide open, and then she closed her eyes, giving herself up to her lust. 

"Yeah, baby, that's it!" Grover cried triumphantly. "Don't fake it! Show me 
how much you love it! We can have a lot of fun now!" 

His hands moved away, replaced quickly by the knowing caress of his stiff 
tongue. Grace felt his head jamming between her wide-open thighs, felt the 
delicious burning, licking and tonguing all over the sensitive tissues of 
her clit, labia, and vaginal mouth. She was lost now. Her cream rushed out 
in hot spurts, and Grover lapped it up loudly, tickling and probing her with 
his stiff tongue, sucking obscenely at the quaking mouth of her cunt. 

"Ahhhhh, God!" wailed Grace. "So good, so good!" Blindly she reached down 
and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her hips jerked wildly. She knew it was 
evil to give way like this. But how could something sinful feel so great? 
How could such pleasure be so wrong? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Now what's he doing to her?" asked Tod. Jon and Bill had long since given 
up trying to keep him quiet. They were too absorbed in the scene before 
them. Besides, Jon, the source of wisdom for both his brothers, didn't 
really know the answer to this question. He could see plainly that his 
father's head was between Miss Martin's legs, that he was sucking and 
licking her there, and that she liked it very much. But exactly what was he 
doing to her? Jon remembered how great it had felt to have his cock sucked 
by Miss Martin, and he supposed that women could experience the same 
pleasure, that they, too, would like to be sucked. But what did a guy suck? 
Women had no cocks. 

Jon's knowledge of female genitals was nil, and he couldn't imagine sexual 
pleasure emanating from any other source but a penis. So he answered Tod's 
question with an irritable "Sssshh!" 

They could hear Grace's moaning and excited cries quite clearly. All three 
boys found it a real kick. During the day their new housekeeper was so cold, 
stem, and aloof, it was gratifying to know that she was human after all. And 
their Dad had accomplished the transformation! He became an even greater 
hero to them now. Anybody who could melt the iceberg that was Miss Martin 
had to be quite a man! Inwardly each boy fantasized himself doing the same 
thing to her, with various degrees of hope. To Tod it was pure fantasy; it 
would be years before he even dated girls. Bill imagined it as something he 
would do to his girl friends in high school, a year from now, and he grew 
quite excited just thinking about it. But to Jon it was an immediate 
possibility. Thanks to his father's example, he had now learned another way 
to get Miss Martin hot. If only he knew just where to put his tongue! 

"When's he going to fuck her?" asked Tod. 

Bill snickered, and Jon chuckled in reply, "Pretty damned soon now, I'll 
bet! Man, does she like it! Dad really knows his stuff, doesn't he?" 

Grace was lost in the most intense pleasure she had ever known in her life. 
Vaguely she knew that she was writhing and bucking like a whore, and that 
she was crying her delight aloud in lewd and unashamed moans and shrieks. 
But she no longer cared. She was beyond shame. She only wanted Grover to 
continue his delicious licking and sucking until she came. 

She was greatly disappointed then, when he suddenly stopped and raised his 
head to grin at her. His face was smeared with her cream, and he licked some 
of it off his mouth. 

"Now are you going to tell me you're frigid?" he said. "Are you going to 
tell me you didn't like what I was doing to you?" 

Grace blushed and lowered her eyes. What he said was true, but she simply 
couldn't bring herself to admit it. And once the blinding pleasure was gone, 
once his tongue had left her eager pussy, shame washed over her again. She 
was deeply shocked at the way she'd behaved. 

Grover stretched out beside her and slipped an arm under her shoulder, 
pulling her against him. His free hand toyed sweatily with her big lolling 
tits, and he began to lick her neck, then her ear. 

"There's a word for people like you," he whispered. "Repressed. You got your 
feelings all bottled up, you just can't admit it when you enjoy something. 
That's silly. What's wrong with making love? Why shouldn't you enjoy it?" 

Grace stiffened in his arms. "But it's wicked!" she protested. "The Bible 
says so!" 

Grover gawked at her. "You really believe that horseshit? My God! Poor, poor 
Miss Martin! Is that why you've denied yourself all these years, because you 
think sex is evil?" 

"But it's written in Scripture!" Grace insisted. "Fornication is sin!" 

Grover sighed deeply. "Okay. If that's how you were taught as a child, it 
would be pretty hard to change your mind overnight. So let's just leave 
aside the question of whether it's evil or not. Let's just concentrate on 
how it feels. I want your honest reaction, now. Tell me just how this 
feels." 

He bent and sucked in her left nipple, tickling it stiffly with the tip of 
his tongue, then sucking on it slowly, sensuously. Grace was surprised to 
discover how wonderful it felt. Sharp sensations of pleasure seemed to shoot 
right from her nipple to her cunt, which creamed heavily. 

"Tell me," whispered Grover. "How did it feel? Don't judge it, just describe 
it." 

"It-it felt nice," stammered Grace, reddening. 

"Fine. Now how about this?" He reached down between her legs and began 
rubbing her clitoris. Instantly Grace moaned and arched her back, pressing 
the sensitive little bud against his finger to get more of the delicious 
friction. 

"Well?" asked Grover. 

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, half in delight and half in shame. 

He chuckled. "You don't have to tell me. I can see for myself. All right, 
now I want you to look me right in the eye and tell me how this feels to 
you." 

He swiftly slipped between her legs, fitted the bloated tip of his cock to 
the small wet mouth of her cunt, and pushed deep into her. 

"AHHHHHH!" wailed Grace. She nearly fainted with pleasure as Grover's thick 
tool eased deep into her quaking belly, stuffing her full of cock. 

"Look at me!" he panted. "Tell me how you like it!" 

Briefly Grace obeyed, looking at him through fluttering lashes, but the 
frank sensuality on his face suddenly brought her to a sense of what she was 
doing. She was letting this man fuck her, and she had been about to urge him 
on! All her childhood religious training came back to her, and she was 
horrified at herself. 

"No, no!" she whined, pushing at his shoulders. "It's wrong! It's evil! 
Please, take it out of me! Don't make me sin again!" 

Grover's face flushed with anger. "You cock-teasing bitch! You're willing to 
let me give you head, but you won't fuck! Well, I'm not taking any of that 
shit from you! You're gonna get balled, lady, and balled hard, right now! So 
scream all you want, because it won't stop me!" 

He seized her quivering buttocks, pulling her pelvis hard against his, so 
that she couldn't escape. She screamed and twisted her upper torso, but she 
was hopelessly impaled on his enormous prick. Grover began to fuck her 
mercilessly now, slamming into her so deep that he butted her womb, every 
thrust making a sucking and slapping noise as their bellies met and his 
thick shaft forced the cream from her narrow vagina. His wiry balls slapped 
harshly against her ass, and she felt as if her cunt would burst from his 
stretching. 

"Bitch!" he shouted. "Take this, bitch!" 

"Uh, uh, UHHHHH!" Grace gasped as his powerful thrusts drove the breath from 
her lungs. Yet his violence didn't hurt her. It was giving her a deep, 
perverse pleasure, the stiff friction driving her quickly and inevitably 
toward climax. She tried to fight it, tried to hold out in obedience to her 
modesty and decency, but it was no use. She needed this far too much. 

Suddenly it hit her, a heart-pounding, writhing orgasm that sent her into an 
animal frenzy. She threw her long legs high into the air, spreading them 
wide for Grover's huge cock, glorying in the way he raped her very guts. 
"AHHHHH!" she shrieked. "Yes, YES! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, FUCK! 
OOOOHHHHH!!" She felt his sizzling cum shooting into her, and her womb 
opened eagerly to receive it. 

Moments later, lying sweatily on top of her, Grover began to chuckle. 
"You're really something else, you know that? All that resistance, that sour 
face, all that quoting Scripture, and yet you fuck like a bunny!" 

Grace sobbed. "Oh, God. I'm so ashamed!" 

"What?" Grover exclaimed disgustedly. "You're still full of that crap?" He 
withdrew from her, got off the bed, and began to dress. "Jesus Christ," he 
said contemptuously, "you're hopeless, you're really hopeless!" 

As the scene on the bed reached its loud and violent climax, the three boys 
in the closet were pumping their small cocks furiously, even while keeping 
their eyes glued to the spyhole. Jon and Bill were jacking off to the same 
fantasy, pretending they were in their father's place, pounding their dicks 
into Miss Martin's mysterious hole and making her howl with delight. Tod was 
jacking off because his brothers were doing it, and he didn't want to appear 
immature. 

There were three soft and almost simultaneous plops against the closet wall 
as the three boys shot off. Then heavy breathing and sighing. 

"Man, oh, man!" Jon said. "I just wish we could do the real thing, like Dad 
was doing with Miss Martin! Shit, that must be the most fun in the whole 
world!" 

"I don't see why," said Tod. "What's wrong with just pumping your own peter? 
It feels pretty good to me." 

His brothers sighed. "Of course it does, dummy," said Bill. "You don't know 
any better. Wait'll you try it with a girl!" 

"Yeah," said Jon from his equally vast inexperience, "wait'll you try the 
real thing! It's a lot better than just jerking off." 

But Tod was already thinking of something else. "I have to pee," he said. 
"You would," said Jon. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next day, as soon as her chores permitted, Grace went out for a walk. 
She needed fresh air and time to think. After the previous night's scene 
with Simon Grover, she felt more than ever that she must get away from this 
place or be damned forever, yet there was no way she could go until she had 
some money, and she wouldn't be paid till the end of the month. Absorbed in 
this dilemma, and almost writhing with shame was she thought of her behavior 
with Grover, she walked aimlessly around the ranch, oblivious to the beauty 
of the warm summer day. 

After about fifteen minutes Grace found herself climbing a low hill, and 
when she reached the top she looked down on the other side and saw a small 
pond. It was too far away to make out any details, but she saw scampering 
figures and heard boyish squeals and laughter. Involuntarily, she smiled and 
began to draw closer. She could well imagine how pleasant it would be to 
have a swim in this weather. 

Tod and Bill had worked hard all morning doing their barnyard chores, and 
they felt they deserved a break. For the second day in a row their brother 
Jon hadn't shown up to help them, which made their reward doubly earned. 
Dirty, hot, and sweaty, they had headed eagerly for the pond, intending to 
have a good long swim before suppertime. 

"Oh, man, this feels good!" cried Bill, floating on his back in the center 
of the pond.' "I wish we never had to leave!" 

"Yeah!" Tod said. "I just hope Dad doesn't come this way and see us!" 

"Aw, fuck it!" replied Bill boldly. "We gotta have a break sometime, don't 
we? We can make him understand that." 

"I dunno," said Tod doubtfully. "He's been awful grouchy lately. I wonder 
why? Is there any trouble with the ranch?" 

"Nope," said Bill, "not that I know of. I think it's got something to do 
with Miss Martin. He acts sorta like he's in love with her, but she doesn't 
seem to like him very much." 

"Aw, she doesn't like anybody!" Tod said contemptuously. "She's just an old 
grouch! Why would Dad care about her?" 

"Grown-ups are pretty funny about some things," answered Bill, "and you've 
got to admit, she's got a swell figure." 

Tod sniffed haughtily. "I don't think so. She's so BIG. And so old." 

"She's not as old as Dad. As for being big, well, she's sure as hell big in 
the right places!" Bill laughed. "Man, those jugs of hers-" 

"Oh-oh!" squeaked Tod. 

"What?" 

"Somebody's coming down the hill! Oh, Jeez, I think it's Miss Martin! 
What'll we do?" Tod looked frightened. 

"Take it easy," said Bill. "She's not our boss, she can't tell us what to 
do. Besides, she doesn't know our routine. She doesn't know we're supposed 
to be working. Just stay cool, act like nothing's wrong." 

Nervously, Tod obeyed, imitating his older brother by splashing nonchalantly 
in the warm water. The figure on the hill grew larger as it approached, and 
soon they could see that it was, indeed, Miss Martin. However, the two boys 
affected not to notice her. 

Grace approached within several yards of the pond before she recognized the 
two younger Grover boys, Bill and Tod. They seemed to be having a marvelous 
time, splashing each other, paddling around and laughing. As Grace drew 
closer, she got a shock. Running into shallower water, the boys were covered 
only to their knees, and now she saw that they were naked. 

Grace reddened deeply. She couldn't seem to go anywhere around this ranch 
without running into naked males! Her first impulse, a holdover from her 
years as a schoolteacher, was to bawl the boys out. But she didn't. It was, 
after all, their home, not hers. And they were only kids. She could well 
understand their delight in nude bathing on a hot day. Really, there was no 
point in spoiling their fun. She would just skirt the pond quietly and 
continue on her way. 

As she passed by, however, she couldn't resist glancing out of the corner of 
her eye to see whether the boys had noticed her. They weren't looking her 
way, but she saw something else that gripped her attention and made her stop 
still. As the two young boys frolicked in the water, their tiny white cocks 
flopped and bounced gaily, and their rosy little balls dangled freely. Grace 
found it a beautiful sight, and she couldn't help stopping for one long 
look. 

Of course she had already seen a boy's cock, Jon's, but now his seemed quite 
large in comparison to his brothers'. The sight of those adorable miniature 
cocks was just too much for Grace. Tod's, the smallest, seemed no more than 
three inches long, flopping quite lightly and ending in a funny wrinkled 
point. Hardly realizing what she was doing, Grace slowly drew closer to the 
pond. 

"Jeez," whispered Tod to his brother, "she's coming over here! What should 
we do?" 

"Keep cool," Bill whispered back, "till we find out what she wants. It may 
be nothing at all." 

"Aw, shit," grumbled Tod, "why doesn't she just go away? We're not doin' 
anything-" 

"Ssshhh!" hissed Bill. "Here she comes!" 

The two boys turned and pretended to notice Grace for the first time. "Oh, 
hi, Miss Martin," they chorused innocently. 

"Nice day, isn't it?" added Bill, smiling sweetly. 

Grace had difficulty tearing her eyes from the two naked little pricks. 
"Hello, boys," she said nervously, though managing a smile. "It looks like a 
lovely day for a swim. I hope you're enjoying yourselves." 

The boys breathed a low sigh of relief. She hadn't come to make trouble! "We 
sure are, Miss Martin," chirped Tod. "The water's great!" Impulsively he 
added, "You oughta join us!" 

Grace paled a little. "Why, I'd love to, of course, but I didn't bring a 
bathing suit." 

Bill shrugged. "So who needs one? There's nobody around here but us. Come on 
in, Miss Martin." 

Now Grace was blushing. "Why, ah, that's very nice of you, Bill, but I think 
I'll just sit and watch for awhile, if you don't mind." 

"Sure," said Tod, "but you don't know what you're missing. Come on, Bill!" 

Shrieking and laughing, the two boys began to chase each other around the 
pond, kicking up great sheets of water. Grace couldn't help smiling at their 
fun. She also couldn't help gawking at those floppy little white pricks. As 
she sat on the grassy bank, she felt her pussy growing hot and wet with 
longing. My God, that really was too much! Now she was getting aroused by 
the sight of mere children! Grace sighed and blushed at her own wickedness, 
yet she couldn't deny her own trembling and her aching need. If only she 
could touch those superb little cocks, just play innocently with them for a 
few moments. Well, she had an opportunity, didn't she? The boys had invited 
her to join them. 

No, that would be ludicrous. Her full-blown, mature body next to theirs? 
Insane. And of course, being boys, they would gawk. She imagined them 
staring at her naked breasts, and a deep blush spread over her body. Yet at 
the same time the idea excited her beyond reason. They would probably want 
to touch her. And if they did, she would have an excuse to touch them. 

It was too much to resist. Blushing and trembling, but strongly driven by 
the most powerful desire she'd ever known, Grace rose to her feet and began 
stripping off her clothes. 

"Hey, don't look now," Bill whispered to his brother, "but she's taking off 
her clothes! Oh, wow, I can't believe it!" 

Tod was dying to turn his head and have a look, but he obeyed his brother. 
"No shit?" he squeaked. "You're not just putting me on?" 

"Hell, no," said Bill breathlessly. "I looked just for a second, and she was 
pulling her dress off over her head! Jesus, this is our lucky day! But, 
listen, we gotta play it cool! Don't stare too much, don't scare her off. 
This may be our only chance to get a good look at her." 

Tod nodded, and the two boys began to swim lazily around the pond, affecting 
nonchalance. Presently a small wave washed over them, preceding Grace as she 
swam out to the center of the pond. 

"Oh, ah, hi, Miss Martin," squawked Bill. He could have killed himself, why 
did his voice have to break just then? But, blushing, he persisted. "So you 
decided to come in after all? Great!" 

"The water is wonderful," Grace replied lamely. She paddled a little closer 
to the boys and was rewarded by the sight of their little pale penises 
floating lazily in the water. For their part, the two boys gawked briefly at 
her great white rounded buttocks, then at the quivery pale image of her 
enormous breasts. She was dog-paddling, and they could see most of her tits 
just below the surface of the clear water, although the nipples were down in 
the shadows. 

Bill got a fiendish idea. "Hey, Miss Martin," he said and grinned, "you 
wanta race?" 

"Ah, well, all right," Grace replied. 

"Okay, ready, set, GO!" cried Bill. 

He dove in the direction of the shore, and Grace and Tod plunged after him. 
His idea was to lead Grace into shallow water, where she would have to stand 
up, and to his delight, it worked! She soon bumped her knee on the bottom, 
gave a startled cry, and stood right up in the water, submerged only to her 
knees. 

"Hurt yourself?" he asked as casually as he could. Man, oh, man, what a 
sight! 

"Oh, no, just a scrape," said Grace. She, too, was glad of this development, 
for both boys had stood up to look at her. Let them look. It gave her a 
chance to look at them, too. Up close their small cocks were more adorable 
than she'd imagined, both pure and hairless and ending in tiny wrinkled 
points. She wanted desperately to touch them. 

Bill and Tod forgot all caution. It was their first sight of a naked woman, 
and they were completely overwhelmed. Grace was several inches taller than 
both boys and considerably outweighed them as well. Her mature female body 
seemed massive to them, yet incredibly voluptuous. Her enormous breasts 
sloped slightly but appeared very firm, almost swollen in their vastness, 
the big brown nipples stiff and pointed from contact with the air. Tod noted 
to his wonder that one of her tits alone was as big as his head. The boys 
were drawn, too, to the wide dark patch of hair on her lower belly, wet and 
curling, concealing all those mysterious female parts they were dying to 
look at. In their minds the same question arose: if girls didn't have cocks, 
what did they have? And could they somehow find out with Miss Martin? 

Grace felt saliva pooling hotly in her mouth, felt her pussy puffing up 
tight with need. Somehow, no matter what the consequences, she just had to 
fondle those sweet little pricks! After a moment's hesitation, she decided 
to be bold about it. Stepping up to the boys, she put her arms around their 
shoulders and squeezed them against her. 

"My," she purred, "you certainly are strong swimmers, both of you! I guess I 
lost the race." 

"Oh, no," croaked Bill, "I wouldn't say that, Miss Martin!" To his 
breathless wonder, he found his face pressed right into the soft flesh of 
one of her enormous boobs. The bumpy brown nipple was practically in his 
mouth! Fearing a slap, but unable to resist, he reached out and gently 
placed a hand on the mammoth quivering globe. To his wonder, Miss Martin 
didn't seem to notice. He began to pet the huge breast, finding it 
wonderfully silky and warm. 

"It was a tie," said Tod. "You're a pretty good swimmer, too, Miss Martin." 
He couldn't understand what was making him so excited all of a sudden. Sure, 
it was a thrill to see Miss Martin without any clothes on, but that didn't 
account for the strange tingling in his balls or the twitching of his small 
cock. Within easy reach of his hand was that big dark patch of hair between 
her legs. If only she'd let him touch it! He glanced over and saw that Bill 
was touching her breast. Well, hell, if Bill could touch her, so could he! 
Determinedly, Tod planted his hand squarely on the forest of black curls. 
The hair was surprisingly soft, and he started to pet and explore. 

Grace had all she could do to stand still and keep from moaning her delight. 
It was all working out just the way she'd hoped! The boys were touching her, 
giving her an excuse to return the favor. And the touch of their small eager 
hands felt sharply exciting to her. 

"Let's go lie in the sun for a while, boys," she purred. 

They followed her like two eager puppies as she strode out of the water and 
lay down on her back in the warm fragrant grass. They flopped down on either 
side of her, looking hungrily at her great soft body, dying to touch her 
again. The hot sun felt good on her skin, and Grace stretched and yawned 
like a lazy animal, momentarily opening her thighs wide. Bill and Tod gawked 
open-mouthed at what her movement revealed: between her plump white thighs 
they saw a long scarlet slit of flesh fringed with dark hair. So that was 
what girls had! It looked very mysterious, and they could see no function 
for all that red gleaming flesh. Yet they remembered that somewhere, 
according to Jon, there was her cunt, the hole where a guy was supposed to 
put his cock. They couldn't see it, and before they could do any exploring, 
she closed her legs again. 

Grace saw the boys looking longingly at her body. "You can touch me again if 
you want, boys," she said softly. "I don't mind." 

Instantly small hands were all over her tits, kneading and caressing and 
tickling. Grace closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. As she did so, Bill 
and Tod exchanged grins. It seemed as if all their fantasies were coming 
true! Miss Martin, ordinarily so grim and cold, was actually lying naked 
before them, letting them play with her boobs! Boy, was Jon going to be 
pissed when he found out what he had missed out on! That would teach him to 
skip out on chores. 

As the grubby little hands explored her sensitive breasts almost as if 
kneading loaves of doughy bread, Grace felt her whole body flushing and 
heating up with intense arousal. Her cunt was beginning to steam and 
moisten, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she was unable to lie 
still. She let the boys' eager play continue a few moments longer, then 
opened her eyes and looked around. Perfect. Tod and Bill were kneeling on 
either side of her, their dangling little cocks within easy reach! 

"Now, boys," she said and giggled, "since you're touching me, I get to touch 
you!" 

She reached out and cupped a hot little pair of testicles in each hand, 
squeezing them gently but insistently. Both boys gasped, then sighed 
happily. Grace grinned and increased the speed of her pumping. The boys' 
hands grew still on her breasts as Tod and Bill became totally absorbed in 
the exquisite pleasure of having their balls stimulated. Before her hungry 
eyes, she watched both tiny cocks grow slowly stiff and erect, the foreskins 
slipping back gradually to reveal cherry-red heads with pinprick holes. 
Saliva pooled in her mouth as she thought of sucking those still little 
dicks. 

Quite suddenly, Tod gave a squeal of pleasure, and a light sprinkle of 
boyish cum shot from the tip of his cock. Grace twisted her head, opened her 
mouth, and managed to catch most of it. She swallowed greedily, loving the 
delicate taste. 

"Awwww!" Tod said. "That felt great!" 

"I'll bet it did, darling," Grace said, licking her lips of his cum. "Now 
let's see what I can do for your brother." 

Bill, who had some pretensions to virility, managed to hold out longer. He 
was determined not to shoot in the air like a silly little kid. His face 
reddened, he grunted and clenched his teeth, as Miss Martin steadily pumped 
his sensitive balls. It felt great, but it wasn't what he had hoped for. If 
only she would take his cock in her mouth, like she'd done for Jon! 

Fortunately for him, Grace was thinking the same thing. She'd been 
disappointed when Tod came prematurely, and she resolved not to let the same 
thing happen with Bill. When the boy was panting and moaning, apparently on 
the verge of climax, she grabbed his ass and pulled him down closer to her, 
popping his stiff little prick into her mouth. She began to suck it with 
blinding speed and pressure, loving the small stiff weight on her tongue. 

"Awwww, Jesus, yeah!" wailed Bill. "Suck my cock, Miss Martin! YEAH!" 

Bill's shrill uninhibited cries reached a small grove of trees nearby where 
Jon was sitting. He'd been there for quite some time, plotting a hundred 
different ways to get Miss Martin into bed, but seeing the hopelessness of 
every plan. If he tried to seduce Miss Martin, she'd just laugh at him. He 
knew what the problem was-to her, he was just a little kid. His father could 
overwhelm her, make her awed and submissive, but Jon was hardly an authority 
figure in her eyes. Damn, damn, it just wasn't fair! He needed to fuck her 
every bit as much as his father did! He was obsessed with it, it was going 
to ruin his whole summer. 

Suddenly he awoke from his daydreams to hear his brother's cries, coming 
from the direction of the pond. Moaning, shrieking. What the hell? Had the 
silly kid hurt himself? Jon leaped to his feet and ran through the grove of 
trees, then across the field that led to the pond. He wondered if it was Tod 
or Bill who was hurt, and how bad the injury was. 

Then he stopped short, his mouth falling open, his eyes nearly popping out 
of his head. Could he be dreaming? It just didn't seem possible, but there 
in the grass beside the pond lay Miss Martin, stark naked, his little 
brothers crouching beside her, and she was sucking Bill's cock! 

Jon dropped to his belly and made his way, commando style, across the field. 
He didn't want to be noticed until he had assessed the situation and planned 
a response. He reached a small bush and concealed himself behind it, peering 
out through the leaves. Yes, he had seen correctly. Tod had apparently cum 
already, his cock was limp and dripping. Miss Martin was greedily and 
noisily working on Bill, her eyes glowing lustily. And of course ol' Bill 
was practically wetting himself with excitement. Suddenly he gave a piercing 
squeal, and Miss Martin's throat muscles began to work like crazy as she 
swallowed his cum. 

Jon trembled with rage and jealousy. Hell, she hadn't undressed for him! 
She'd sucked him off, yes, but she hadn't given him a show like this! And 
pretending to be so coy, so guilty about it all, what a load of crap that 
was! If she'd do it with two little kids, if she'd strip for them and suck 
their pricks, then she'd do anything! And, by God, he intended to take every 
advantage of it! 

Trembling angrily, Jon got to his feet and marched right up to Miss Martin 
and his brothers. They gawked at him, and Miss Martin looked very 
frightened. 

Jon stood over them, hands on hips, and glared at them. "I'll make this 
short," he growled. "I could tell Dad all about this, and you three would be 
in big trouble. Tod and Bill, you'd get the whipping of your lives, and Miss 
Martin would be fired, maybe put in jail." 

Tod and Bill began to cry, and Miss Martin cried hoarsely, "Oh, no, Jon, 
don't do that! I don't care about myself, but please don't get your brothers 
in trouble!" 

"I won't," he said grimly, "I won't tell Dad about any of this, if you do 
exactly as I say. I want you to take a walk with me, Miss Martin, and you 
guys-" he glared at his brothers, "-you stay out of it. You keep quiet about 
everything." 

His brothers nodded solemnly. Jon grinned as Miss Martin got to her feet. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The woods were cool, and Grace shivered a little as she followed Jon into a 
small clearing. He hadn't allowed her to get dressed, only to carry her 
clothes along in a bundle. She wondered what the price of his silence would 
be, although it wasn't too hard to guess. Probably he would want her to suck 
him off again. That wouldn't be too bad, but it would be humiliating. She 
wondered at her own carelessness, playing with Tod and Bill right out in the 
open. No wonder they'd been caught. And now she would pay the price. Jon had 
a hold over her, and she only hoped he didn't realize how much power it gave 
him. If Simon Grover were to find out...! She'd do almost anything to 
prevent that. 

Jon stopped and turned to look at her, his blue eyes sweeping the length of 
her naked body, dwelling briefly and hungrily on her snatch and tits. 
Although he still kept a stern look on his face, his anger had passed. It 
was replaced by a wild joy. At last he had a way to make Miss Martin do 
anything he wanted! He could see how scared she was, how desperate to keep 
his father from finding out what she'd done with Tod and Bill. He intended 
to exploit that fear for all it was worth, and he was going to start by 
getting rid of his virginity here and now! Already, just thinking about it, 
his cock was hard as steel in the tightness of his jeans. 

"All right, Miss Martin," he growled, "here's my proposition. I saw you 
molesting my little brothers-" She turned pale as he said this, much to his 
satisfaction. "But even so, I'm willing to keep quiet, so they won't be 
punished. But I have to have some compensation, that's only fair. Don't you 
think so?" 

She hung her head. "Yes, Jon," she said meekly. "If you'll just swear never 
to tell your father what you saw." 

He walked over to her, snatched the bundle of clothes from her hands, and 
tossed it aside. Almost trembling with excitement, he cupped her enormous 
breasts and squeezed them possessively. At last! At last he was touching 
those huge fleshy melons, and he could touch them whenever he wanted to, for 
as long as he wanted to! But he had more urgent needs right now. 

"Sure," he said, "I'll promise not to tell Dad, if you play ball with me, 
Miss Martin. Let's get on with it. I guess you know what I want." 

She blushed hideously, but nodded. Looking down, she saw that the boy's 
crotch was bulging tightly, that he wasn't in the mood for delay. Sighing, 
she dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly with shaking hands. Gently she 
extracted his stiff, half-grown prick. It felt hot and hard in her hands, 
and she experienced a little surge of arousal at the sight of it. Really, 
this wouldn't be so bad. She flicked out her tongue and began tickling back 
the loose pale foreskin, tickling the raw red flesh of his immature glans. A 
pearly little droplet of juice seeped from the tiny hole, and she lapped it 
up quickly. His cock was bigger than his brothers', but equally virginal and 
inviting. She could pretend humility, but in fact she was going to love this 
"punishment." 

Then, to her astonishment, he pushed her away, causing her to fall onto the 
grass. "No, Miss Martin," he growled, "that's not what I want! I want to 
fuck!" 

Grace gawked at him, and it was a moment before she found her voice. "Oh, 
no, Jon!" she gasped. "We can't do that! You're much too young, it would be 
all wrong!" 

His face twisted with anger. "Don't give me that shit! Look at this!" He 
seized his stiff prick and wagged it at her. "I'm not too young, not when I 
can get a hard-on like this! That's my price, lady, and if you won't do it, 
I'll go right to my Dad and tell him everything!" 

Grace began to sob. "But, Jon! It's so wicked! Won't you just let me suck 
you? That would feel just as good!" 

"No," he snapped. "This is your last chance. Do I fuck you, or do I tell my 
father?" 

Sobbing hysterically, Grace fell back on the grass and offered no 
resistance. She had no choice but to do whatever he wanted, but she wouldn't 
lower herself to the extent of telling him this in words. Through her tears, 
she saw him gawking at her, then a grin spreading slowly over his face. He 
quickly stripped off his clothes, having some trouble getting his shorts off 
over his stiff erection. His young body was lean and hard, beautiful to look 
at. She supposed she should be glad to have such a young handsome lover, but 
all she felt was terrible shame. 

Naked now, Jon rushed to her and threw himself on her body, almost snarling 
in his eagerness. He pawed her tits and pussy only briefly, and then he was 
jabbing his cruelly hard little prick into the tender folds of her vulva, 
seeking out her cunt. By a lucky stroke, he happened to sink the sensitive 
tip of his erect prick into the small wet mouth of her pussy. Oh, Christ, at 
last! He moaned loudly as for the first time his cock sank into the hot, 
steamy, clinging tunnel of a woman's cunt. 

"Ohhhhh, God!" whined Grace. The stiff penetration felt wonderful to her, 
and yet she couldn't bring herself to let go and enjoy it. The situation was 
ludicrous, letting herself be screwed by a panting, clumsy sixteen-year-old 
boy! She had never felt so ashamed in her life. 

Jon fucked her fiercely, slamming his half-grown cock in and out of her with 
blinding speed and unrelenting force. His handsome young face was controrted 
with intense pleasure, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he steadied 
himself. Panting, dizzy, he grinned lewdly down at her jiggling tits, then 
at her horrified face. He felt triumphant and masterful. His cock was deep 
in Miss Martin's cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it! 

"Like it, Miss Martin?" he taunted. "Feel good to you?" 

"Oh, God, Jon!" she wailed, closing her eyes. "Please, don't torture me! 
You've got what you want!" 

"I sure do!" he said. "Shit, Miss Martin, your pussy's hotter'n hell! It 
sure is great fucking you!" 

Grace moaned with shame. Why did the boy have to be sadistic about it, 
taunting her with filthy remarks? Even worse, his very words excited her, 
their very lewdness made her cunt steam and juice. His stiff little rod felt 
wonderful in her belly, and the faster he balled her, the better she liked 
it. She found herself slamming her pussy up to meet his thrusts, seeking 
even deeper penetration. Her pleasure mounted to dizzying heights, she was 
losing control. 

"Oh, God, Jon, darling!" she babbled. "Your cock feels so good in me, I love 
it, I love it! Keep fucking me, darling, don't stop!" 

Jon grinned so broadly, he thought his face would split. If only his father 
could see him now! 

"I don't like it," said Bill. "He might hurt her. He might try to hog her 
all for himself. I think we ought to follow them." 

"Jeez, I dunno!" Tod said. "He'd kill us if he knew!" 

"He won't know," Bill insisted. "We'll be careful. But I want to know what 
kind of deal he's making with her. And she might need help. After all, you 
gotta admit she was pretty nice to us today." 

"Oh, boy!" Tod agreed. "I sure hope she lets us do that again!" 

"Well, she won't, not if Jon tries to keep her all to himself. Come on, 
let's go!" 

The two boys raced for the woods where they had seen their brother lead Miss 
Martin. Once among the trees, however, they walked very slowly and quietly. 
They listened intently, and soon they heard strange sounds, a kind of 
sucking and slurping, along with moans and sighs. They exchanged glances, 
then dropped to their knees and followed the sound. 

Peeking out from the bushes into a clearing, Tod and Bill saw their older 
brother lying on top of Miss Martin, both of them naked. Jon's ass was 
flying up and down, his belly slapping loudly against hers, and both he and 
Miss Martin had their eyes closed and were groaning loudly. It took Tod and 
Bill a moment before they realized that this was fucking, that Jon was doing 
to Miss Martin the very same thing they had seen their father do to her. The 
only difference was that Miss Martin seemed to like it a lot better with 
Jon. She was winding her long legs around his back, bucking her hips to his 
rhythm, and urging him on. 

"Fuck me, my darling!" she wailed. "Oh, I love it so much! Ahhhhh, yes, 
AHHHHHH!" 

Jon wasn't saying anything, but from the way he was grinning and panting, 
they could tell he was having the time of his life. Tod and Bill silently 
vowed that they would corner him later and demand to be initiated to this 
new game. After all, if he had something on them, they also had something on 
him now. Dad wouldn't be too pleased to learn what Jon had done with Miss 
Martin in the woods. Tod and Bill were determined that their brother would 
not hog this exciting older woman-they'd tell on him if he did! 

Suddenly Jon's eyes rolled crazily in his head, and his pelvis began to jerk 
faster than ever. "Awwwww, shit!" he yelled. "I'm cumming, Miss Martin, 
awwwww, Christ, am I CUMMMMUNNNG!!" 

Miss Martin seemed to grow very excited when he said that. She threw her 
legs straight up in the air and yelped, "Yes, darling, cum in me! I'm 
cumming, too! Oh, God, ooooo! OHHHHH!!" 

Her body writhed and shook so hard that Jon was almost thrown off, but he 
managed to cling to her and shoot off his load. Then he sank onto her huge 
shaking breasts, and Miss Martin threw her arms around him and hugged him 
tight against her. She wrapped her legs around his back, and as she did so, 
her pussy was exposed, and Tod and Bill could see their brother's cock still 
stuck in her hole, his cum leaking out of her. "Oh, Jon," she said and 
sighed, "that was such a lovely fuck!" 

In the bushes, Bill turned red with envy. "Lucky bastard!" he whispered 
fervently. But just they they heard the distant sound of their father's 
truck, returning to the house for suppertime. Tod and Bill raced for home, 
while in the clearing Jon and Miss Martin fumbled hastily into their 
clothes. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Jon was lying impatiently in his 
bed, waiting for his father to retire for the night. Jon was dying to get 
back to Miss Martin, but it seemed as if the old man was going to stay up 
forever. Jon could hear him pacing around in his heavy boots downstairs. 
Damn, damn! He was so horny, he thought he'd die. 

There was a soft tapping on his door, then Bill's voice: "Hey, Jon, you 
awake? We wanta talk to you." 

"Okay, come in," Jon said. For one brief, thrilling moment he had imagined 
it might be Miss Martin, that she was impatient to see him, too. She sure 
had been happy enough that afternoon in the woods. But he had to admit that 
she'd avoided him since then. She was a hard woman to understand. 

Bill and Tod crept into the darkened room and came to sit on Jon's bed. "So 
what do you want to talk about?" asked Jon. 

Bill cleared his throat, as if preparing to give a speech, then said, "Well, 
to begin with, we saw what you and Miss Martin did in the woods today. Don't 
get mad! We didn't mean to spy, we were just worried about what you might do 
to her, so we came to check. Anyhow, we don't think it's fair that you 
should have her all to yourself. Whatever you do with her, we want to do it, 
too. And if you tell Dad about what we did, well, then, we have things to 
tell about you, too. You get the idea?" 

Jon sighed. "Yeah, sure, I get the idea." He saw readily enough that his 
little brothers would always be around to horn in on his action with Miss 
Martin, but under the circumstances there was little he could do about it. 
The whole set-up depended on everybody-himself, his brothers, and Miss 
Martin-keeping quiet about it, not letting Mr. Grover know. So, reluctantly, 
he was forced to share his prize. 

"Well, when do we start?" Bill asked eagerly. "Can we go see her tonight? 
Can you get her to fuck us, like she did you?" 

What a drag! He would have to take his little brothers along! There was no 
way he'd cancel this visit to Miss Martin, but it would be a lot harder with 
Tod and Bill in tow. "Yeah," he said grudgingly, "I guess we could. She 
won't like it much, though. Let me think a minute." Presently he continued, 
"Okay, here's the plan. I noticed she really gets turned on by naked guys." 

"Yeah," Bill said, "we noticed that, too." 

"All right, so what we do is take off our clothes, and then all run into her 
room at once." 

Tod began to snicker. "That's pretty wild! But what if Dad catches us?" 

"We'll wait till he goes to bed." 

"Ssshhh!" whispered Bill. "I think that's him coming up the stairs right 
now!" 

They listened while their father's heavy footsteps passed the door, and then 
they heard him enter his own room. When there was no more noise for several 
minutes, they sighed with relief. 

"Okay," said Jon, "let's go! We can leave our clothes here." 

Giggling and tittering, the three boys shucked their clothes and then 
tiptoed down the hall to Miss Martin's room. Jon knelt and peered through 
the keyhole. He began to grin. 

"Oh, man," he whispered, "perfect!" 

All afternoon Grace had gone around in a state of shock. Her behavior in the 
woods with Jon seemed to her the last stage of depravity. It was bad enough 
even having sex with a boy so young, but to enjoy it as loudly and 
shamelessly as she had! And to add to her worries, she was certain that she 
would be exposed to temptation again tonight, either from Jon or his father. 

She had waited nervously in her room, determined to resist but knowing she 
would finally be conquered. However, when nine o'clock passed and no one 
came, a strange thing happened. Instead of feeling relieved, Grace began to 
ache with need. Subconsciously she had been preparing herself for sex, and 
when nothing happened, her body felt frustrated. By nine-thirty the need was 
so powerful and persistent that she knew she would have to take care of it 
herself. 

Thoroughly ashamed of herself and blushing miserably, Grace undressed and 
lay down on her bed. Many times in the past lonely years she had relieved 
herself in the darkness, but tonight she forced herself to leave the light 
on, to watch what she was doing. Perhaps, she prayed, this would shock her 
into a sense of remorse. Perhaps her accursed hunger for sex would be 
defeated at last. Lying down on her back, she spread her legs and began to 
rub her clit. Glancing at herself in the big full-length mirror beside the 
bed, she saw everything realistically, a well-built middle-aged woman 
frigging herself. Really, it was disgusting. But at the same time, she 
needed it, she couldn't resist doing it. 

Every touch of her finger on the tiny sensitive nub of flesh sent shock 
waves of delight through her whole body. Her vagina pumped out its hot 
cream, her hips moved automatically in the motions of fucking. She was glad, 
then, that neither Jon nor Simon Grover had come to her tonight, she would 
have made a spectacle of herself again. Now she sighed, closed her eyes, and 
slowly inserted a stiff finger like a miniature cock. 

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. It wouldn't take long to bring herself off, not in her 
state of readiness! She began to pump faster, rather ashamed of the juicy 
sucking noise, but unable to resist the pleasant friction in her vagina. 
Just a few more thrusts! "Ohhhhh, God, so nice!" she whined. 

Suddenly she was aware, without opening her eyes, that something was out of 
place. She seemed to be breathing too hard. She held her breath and the 
breathing continued. Oh, my God, she was not alone! 

Opening her horror-stricken eyes, Grace saw that she was surrounded by the 
three Grover boys. They were standing naked around the bed, watching her, 
grinning. And there she was, lying with her legs spread wide and her finger 
pumping in her cunt! 

"Ohhhh, NO!" she sobbed. 

"Aw, don't feel so bad, Miss Martin," Jon said dryly. "Everybody has to jack 
off sometime. But now that we're here, you can have the real thing, right, 
guys?" 

"Right!" chirped Bill and Tod. 

"So the only question is, Miss Martin, who do you want to start with?" Jon 
was grinning triumphantly at her now, his blue eyes darting to her slit, 
where her finger was still inserted. In her shock, she had remained fixed in 
that position. 

Grace sobbed and pulled her finger from her cunt with a loud plop. All 
around her, it seemed, were naked grinning boys, their little white cocks 
dangling jauntily from hairless bellies, their small rosy balls quivering 
invitingly. If she gave way to this temptation, she was surely sentenced to 
Hell! "No, boys, please!" she said. "This isn't right! I simply couldn't, 
uh, entertain all of you at once!" 

"Why not?" Bill said. "You did it with two of us today, so why not three?" 

Grace hid her burning face with her hands, unable to answer this charge. It 
was true, she had no logical reason to deny the boys, not after what she'd 
already done! Yet she couldn't bring herself to commit this monstrous act, 
taking on all three of Simon Grover's young sons at once, all in the same 
bed! Three days ago, when she first arrived at the ranch, she would have 
died at the very thought that she could become involved in such a dilemma. 

"Maybe she needs some warming up," Jon said. 

Then Grace felt warm, hard little bodies snuggling up to her, mischievous 
little hands on her tits, belly, and pussy. Small fingers kneaded her 
breasts eagerly, wet little mouths closed over her nipples and sucked 
noisily. Someone petted her pussy fur, tweaked her clit, tickled between the 
folds of her labia and wormed a curious finger into her vagina. And 
someone-she suspected it was Jon, the eldest-began kissing her, working his 
tongue eagerly into her mouth. 

"I found her cunt!" Bill cried triumphantly. "Jeez, it's hot in there!" 

"Where?" squealed Tod. "Show me!" And soon Grace felt two exploring little 
fingers in her vagina. "Is that where Dad and Jon put their cocks?" asked 
Tod. "What's all this other stuff?" 

"I dunno," said Bill, "I can't figure it out. Hey, Jon, what is all this?" 

But Jon was busy. After kissing Grace's mouth, he transferred his attention 
to her tits, sucking both nipples until they stood stiff and erect. Grace 
tingled with pleasure, and it was all she could do to hold still and not 
moan her delight aloud. God help her, if they kept up this delicious play 
with her body, she couldn't hold out long! 

"I want her to suck my cock!" Tod demanded. "She did it to you guys, but she 
hasn't done it to me yet!" 

Jon laughed. "Sure, why not? Let's get out of the way, Bill. Let baby 
brother have his turn." 

Grace still wouldn't open her eyes-she knew that the sight of three flopping 
little boyish cocks would be too much for her. But now she heard rustling, 
giggling, and whispering. Then she had to look as she felt someone climbing 
onto her. Tod, grinning like mad, was seating himself on her chest, his hard 
little ass coming to rest on the plump cushion of her big tits. Fortunately 
he didn't weigh much. She felt his hot little balls tickling her chin, his 
flabby little penis trailing over her lips. He looked down at her 
expectantly, his eyes gleaming. 

"Will you suck it, Miss Martin?" he begged. "Will ya, please, please?" 

What point was there in further resistance? She knew she'd surrender in the 
end. She couldn't resist that adorable little twelve-year-old prick. With a 
lusty moan, she opened her mouth, trapped his rubbery little finger of meat, 
and sucked it inside. She drew in her cheeks sharply, pressed his tiny cock 
with her tongue till she squeezed it against her palate, then began to suck 
him fiercely and loudly. 

"Wheeee!" squealed Tod. "Great, great!" 

Out of the corner of her eye, Grace saw Bill and Jon standing beside the 
bed, grinning and enjoying the show. They knew their turns were next. Once 
she had so submissively sucked Tod's prick, she could hardly reject his 
brothers. She wondered what they would want. Jon no doubt would want to fuck 
her, considering himself a full-fl-edged man now, but Bill was an unknown 
quantity. Anyhow, what did it matter? She would do it. She was lost now. She 
could not resist these handsome young boys, no matter how hard she tried. 

Tod squealed delightedly and bounced on her tits as she sucked his delicious 
little cock ever harder. It got hard very fast, and that was even more 
pleasant, because now she had something tangible to suck. She felt herself 
drooling hotly, looking forward to that delicately salty burst of cum in her 
throat. Drunk with lust, she reached up and seized the boy's small firm ass, 
squeezing and kneading it. She sought out the tight crease of his buttocks, 
slipped a finger inside, and discovered the bumpy orifice of his anus. 
Carefully but insistently she worked the tip of her little finger into the 
tight hole. 

"Aw, shit!" Tod said. "She put her finger in my ass! Man, it feels good!" 

Jon and Bill giggled, too, and Grace thought she could see their small cocks 
twitch and stiffen a little. But Tod had the real hard-on at this point. His 
tiny prick was swollen almost to bursting, and it felt rock-hard in her 
mouth. She sucked it so hard and fast that the little boy nearly fainted, 
his face growing beet red, his breath coming in quite bursts. She wormed her 
probing finger deeper into his tiny asshole till he was completely skewered, 
and with her free hand she began to tickle his stiffened balls rapidly. It 
was all too much for Tod. With a piercing squeal, he rammed his belly 
against her face, almost smothering her, and shot his load. It wasn't much, 
but Grace gulped it all down greedily. 

With a gasp, red-faced and slightly cross-eyed with fulfillment, Tod rolled 
off her and lay panting on the bed. His brothers laughed delightedly. "That 
oughta shut him up for a while," snickered Bill. 

"If anything will shut him up," Jon said. "I suppose you want your turn 
now," he added resignedly. As the eldest brother, he supposed he must be the 
most patient, though he was dying to stick his cock in Miss Martin's hot 
clinging sheath. 

"Do I ever!" Bill said, gazing longingly at Grace's voluptuous body. 

"So do it," Jon said, "but don't take all night. I want her, too." 

Grace was ashamed to be treated this way, as if she were nothing but a 
machine for their pleasure. Still she couldn't help feeling excited as Bill 
crawled onto the bed, approaching her wonderingly and reverently. It would 
be his first fuck-if in fact he chose to fuck her-and she would have the 
privilege of initiating him. 

Trembling both with eagerness and timidity, the slim blond boy crawled 
between her legs and stared at her bright red wet slit, where he knew he 
must put his cock. The trouble was, he had no idea where her cunt was. Only 
a few minutes before, he'd had his finger in it, but now it seemed to have 
disappeared in all those mysterious folds of gleaming flesh. He felt 
embarrassed, but he valiantly seized his cock and began poking it around in 
the hot pulp of her vulva, hoping to find the right spot by sheer 
persistence. 

Jon began to snigger. "Hey, Bill, aren't you forgetting something?" 

"Huh?" said Bill stupidly. 

"You gotta have a hard-on first, dummy," said his older brother, "Otherwise 
it won't go in." 

"Oh." Bill felt completely humiliated now. His brother's teasing, combined 
with his own nervousness, made his half-grown cock feel limper than ever. 
Shit, he'd never be able to fuck her now! He couldn't get it up, couldn't 
find her cunt! He felt ready to cry. 

Grace saw the distraught expression on the boy's face, and she felt very 
sorry for him. She understood his humiliation, imagined how ashamed he would 
feel if he failed in front of his brothers. It wouldn't hurt her to put on a 
little performance for his benefit. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Darling," she cried huskily, "I want to suck your cock!" 

She seized the startled boy around the waist and laid him gently down on his 
back. While they all watched in astonishment, she flattened herself between 
his legs, nosing right into his crotch. Here she had an excellent view of 
everything. His parts, of course, were larger than Tod's, but still quite 
delicate and hairless. Grace felt a hot surge of arousal as she began to 
explore him. 

The bumpy mouth of his anus was pink and pure-looking. She couldn't resist 
flicking it teasingly with her tongue, and when she did so, Bill sighed 
deeply and relaxed. Grace then worked the stiff tip of her tongue into the 
tiny clenched anal mouth, slowly but steadily probing into his pungent 
nether sheath. 

"Awwwww!" Bill said. "That feels so good, Miss Martin! Awwwww, shit, yeah, 
stick your tongue in my ass!" 

Grace inserted her tongue even farther, amazed at her own wicked eagerness. 
Somehow, the more excited Bill got, the more it excited her. Her tongue was 
in him all the way to its roots now, and the boy was squealing and writhing 
with delight. His plump rosy balls rested right on her nose, and she could 
feel them trembling and swelling. 

Meanwhile Bill's brothers were growing a little envious of the attention he 
was getting. Tod was too played out to do much but watch and be jealous, but 
Jon, seething with horniness, decided to get in on the act. The way Grace 
was lying, on her belly with her legs hanging over the side of the bed, Jon 
had easy access to her buttocks. Mischievously he kneaded them and pried 
open the plump crack to look at her small brown anal opening. With burning 
curiosity, he insinuated a fingertip into the tight bumpy mouth, working his 
finger rapidly into the clinging moist depths of her asshole. Grace moaned 
loudly, signaling her pleasure, and he felt her anal muscles gripping his 
finger, trying to draw him in even deeper. 

All this interesting activity revived Tod's energy fast. He scooted off the 
bed and went to see just what Jon was doing. "Wow," he said wonderingly, 
"does she really like that, for you to stick your finger up her asshole?" 

"You bet she does!" Jon said. "Watch this!" He began working his finger 
stiffly in her bumhole, and Grace moaned and gurgled and thrust her ass up 
to meet his probing movements. 

"I wanta try it!" cried Tod. 

"Sure, go ahead." Jon drew his finger out with a loud plop, and Tod quickly 
inserted his thumb, wanting to do a good job of it. Grace's sensual moans 
told him she liked it. 

Jon meanwhile fumbled beneath his brother's hand and found her vagina. He 
wondered if it was as hot and juicy as it had been that afternoon. Slipping 
a finger inside, he found that it was, and that Grace liked being probed 
here, too. For good measure, he added two more fingers, pumping rapidly, and 
he felt her burning cream flooding all over his hand, her vaginal muscles 
tightening appreciatively. 

Grace still had her tongue lodged deep in Bill's tight little asshole, and 
so she could only gurgle her joy as she suddenly experienced a 
body-wrenching orgasm. Their fingers had brought her off with amazing speed. 
In a way she was ashamed, but she was also glad. Now that her need had been 
satisfied, she might regain her self-control. 

She was wrong. To her horror and astonishment, this orgasm only made her 
want another one. This had never happened to her before. But perhaps if the 
boys probed her just a little longer, but there was no chance. Bill was 
suddenly making demands. 

"Oh, man, Miss Martin, my cock's so hard now, it hurts! Please fuck me, 
please, now!" he yelled. 

Tod and Jon removed their fingers from her, stepping back and clearing the 
way for action. Grace started to protest, but the eager Bill was already 
clumsily mounting her, rolling her over and easing himself onto her cushiony 
body. 

It was ludicrous. His head came only to her tits, and his slim pelvis seemed 
dwarfed between her wide white thighs. Grace felt rather ridiculous lying 
beneath this half-grown boy, but of course she couldn't disappoint him now. 
It would be too cruel. 

"Oh, Jesus, where is it?" Bill whined, jabbing hard but ineffectually 
between her legs with his rock-hard little prick. "I can't find your cunt!" 

Sighing, Grace reached down, fumbled for his cock, and guided it to the 
right place. This was the final depravity, she felt, having to initiate the 
act herself. But Bill didn't mind. As his stiff little penis slid for the 
first time into the incredible heat and slickness of a vagina, he moaned his 
delight and began to hump her like an eager little dog, panting and 
snarling. 

"Ah, ah, AH, UHHHH!" he gasped. "Yeah, yeah, great, ahhhh. Aw, shit! I 
slipped out!" 

It was frustrating for both of them. Bill was embarrassed, and Grace, who 
was just beginning to enjoy it, realized that she would have to work to keep 
him inside her, his cock was just too short for the job. 

Sighing, she inserted him again, then wrapped her legs tightly around him. 
"There, darling," she purred, "now you can't fall out." 

The tiny cock jumped and stabbed inside her, and though it wasn't very long, 
it was plenty stiff enough to give her intense pleasure. She held Bill tight 
to her heaving tits and jammed her pussy hard against him, seeking all the 
friction she could get. But just as she thought she might be able to cum, 
Bill gave a loud gasp and began shooting his load. 

"Oh, wow, I'm cumming!" he shrieked. "Man, oh, man! AAggghhhhh!" 

Hot little spurts of boyish cum stung her vagina, and Grace felt gladness 
for the boy, but she herself was left unsatisfied. Bill humped crazily until 
his cock was drained and limp, then rolled off her to lie panting on the 
bed. 

"I wanta try it! I wanta try it!" Tod was yelling, jumping up and down with 
eagerness. To everyone's astonishment, his tiny white prick was quite stiff 
and erect again. No sooner had Bill rolled off her, than Tod boldly 
scrambled onto the bed and wiggled between her legs. 

"Hey, damn it!" cried Jon, his patience at an end. "That's not fair! You 
already had a turn, Tod, it's my turn now!" 

Tod didn't even hear him, he was so busy burrowing between her thighs, 
trying to poke his stiff little peter into the right place. Grace caught 
Jon's eye and said soothingly, "It won't take him long, dear." 

"It never takes him long," Bill agreed. "Don't worry, Jon, he'll shoot right 
away." 

With some difficulty, Jon restrained himself from pulling his little brother 
off the bed and belting him. Damn it anyhow, why did his kid brothers have 
to tag along in whatever he did? He wanted Miss Martin desperately, and he 
wanted her all to himself. 

He had one consolation, though: Tod was doing a lousy job. First he couldn't 
find her cunt, and then when he did, his cock wouldn't stay in. It was just 
too small. He and Miss Martin moaned with frustration, and Tod looked ready 
to cry. Jon couldn't help feeling smug. Only his cock was big enough for the 
job! 

Grace felt desperate. She didn't want to disappoint Tod, and she didn't want 
to be left high and dry, either! Her lust had grown so powerful that she 
experienced an insane desire to pull all the boys into her arms, to enjoy 
them all at once. If only it were possible! And then she gasped as a wicked 
idea came to her. It WAS possible! 

"Tod, darling," she gasped, "wait a moment! I have an idea!" 

Gently she lifted the panting boy off her body, then got onto her hands and 
knees, her plump white buttocks spread wide. "There's a tighter place for 
you, dear," she crooned crazily. "Put your peter in my ass!" 

She wasn't afraid. If Tod's thumb had felt so good in there, his tiny prick 
ought to feel even better. The boys gawked as she made her request, and Tod 
got behind her hesitantly, unsure whether he wanted to do this strange 
thing. 

"Aw, go on!" Jon urged excitedly. "Stick it in! It might be fun!" 

With his big brother's prompting, Tod gritted his teeth and placed the tiny 
red tip of his cock at the bumpy brown mouth of her asshole. He pushed, and 
with a loud plop his stiff little penis sank into her bumhole, all the way 
to his swollen balls. Instantly his hesitancy vanished. He flushed hotly and 
sighed. 

"Ohhhhh, it feels good!" he gasped. 

"Then fuck me, darling," Grace urged hoarsely, "just like you saw your 
brothers do!" 

Tod willingly obeyed, working his small rod swiftly in and out of her 
clinging pungent hole. He squealed with delight. Grace shuddered: the 
pleasure was even greater than she'd dreamed. But this was only the first 
step in her wild plan! 

"Now, Jon, darling," she gasped, "you crawl underneath me and fuck me in the 
regular way!" 

"Oh, wow, will I!" Jon cried delightedly. 

He sprang onto the bed, slipped beneath Grace's writhing body, and managed 
to work his stiff teenage penis into her wet welcoming cunt. The double 
penetration, of both ass and cunt, felt so good to Grace that she loudly 
screeched her pleasure. Her enormous tits dangled down, swaying heavily with 
her movements, and Jon couldn't resist playing with them even as he balled 
her, adding to her pleasure and his. 

"Ohhhh, this is lovely!" squealed Grace. The brothers were working in the 
same rhythm now, jamming their cocks into her at exactly the same moment, 
and with each stiff stuffing she creamed hotly and shrieked happily. 

"Hey," said Bill gloomily, "what about me? I'm the only one who's left out!" 

Grace flashed him a hot glance. "But, darling," she said,. "you're not left 
out! I saved a special place for you, my mouth!" 

Bill wasn't slow on the uptake. In an instant he was kneeling in front of 
her, offering his half-erect prick, and Grace greedily sucked it into her 
mouth, subjecting it to hard, fast suction. Then, at last, her ^diabolical 
plan was complete, she was being fucked in every possible orifice, and it 
was even more exciting than she'd dreamed! As the three young brothers 
pounded their pricks into her ass, cunt, and mouth, she nearly fainted with 
delight, and she knew that never again would she have an erotic experience 
quite like this one, never again would she feel so completely fulfilled. It 
occurred to her that she had deflowered three young boys in one day, that 
she had evilly introduced them to the most perverse experiences, and that 
her soul was certainly damned. Yet it didn't seem to matter any more. She 
was lost, hopelessly lured by the pleasures of sex, and she would never be 
the same woman after tonight. 

Those damned kids! Simon Grover awoke from a sound sleep to the noise of 
giggling, squealing, and romping. Angrily he switched on the bedside lamp 
and saw that it was nearly eleven, long past the boys' bedtime. What the 
hell did they think they were doing? They knew how strict he was about such 
things. But what bugged him most was, they were keeping him awake. After two 
days of hard lovemaking and strenuous physical work on the ranch, Grover was 
exhausted. He would have liked very much to have gone to Miss Martin's room 
again that evening, for he had discovered that no matter how much she 
protested and fought, eventually she liked making love and always gave him a 
great lay. But he was simply too tired. A good long sleep, he decided, and 
he'd be ready for action again. But how the hell was he going to sleep, with 
the kids making all that racket? 

Cursing, Grover got out of bed and put on his robe. There were going to be a 
few butts tanned tonight, that was for sure! He loved his sons, but he did 
not tolerate disobedience. He picked up a strong leather belt and went into 
the hall, then listened again. He wasn't quite sure which bedroom the noises 
were coming from. 

Probably Bill's room. He wasn't sure why, but the boys tended to congregate 
there. Grover walked quietly down the hall and opened Bill's door, intending 
to catch his sons by surprise. But the room was empty. 

Following the giggling noises again, he opened Tod's door and found no one 
there. The same thing happened when he stepped into Jon's room, yet the 
maddening giggling and romping noises went on and on. What the hell? What 
kind of trick was this? Grover was madder than ever. 

Suddenly it dawned on him that there was only one room left. He stood quite 
still in the hallway and listened again. Yes, the noises were coming from 
Miss Martin's room. It was obvious now, but he hadn't noticed it before, 
because it seemed impossible that the stern, prim housekeeper would tolerate 
such loud revelry in her presence, late at night or at any other time. 
Puzzled, the big man strode to Miss Martin's door, knelt, and looked through 
the keyhole. 

"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaimed hoarsely. 

He must have knelt there for a full minute before he credited the evidence 
of his eyes. It just didn't seem possible. Of all the women he had ever 
known in his fifty years, Grace Martin was the most repressed, the most 
reserved, the most repelled by the very thought of sex. And yet there she 
was, lying naked on her bed, letting his three sons fuck every orifice in 
her body. The slut! What a load of shit she'd been feeding him! Pretending 
to be modest, religious, virtuous, pretending that only brute force could 
make her submit to sex! When in fact she was nothing more than a 
nymphomaniac, so sex-crazy that she'd do it with little boys, three of them 
at once! 

Grover wanted to run into the room and beat the woman senseless. But a 
sudden thought held him back. What if she hadn't been lying after all? What 
if the boys had forced her? The way she was positioned on the bed, smothered 
in small wriggling bodies, it was impossible to judge whether she was 
enjoying it or just submitting to it. And if it was a case of triple rape, 
he and his sons were in big trouble. Grover decided to wait and see what 
policy was called for, punishment or diplomacy. 

As he watched through the keyhole, he couldn't help grinning. Those little 
farts, they were certainly surprising him! He'd never guessed they were even 
interested in girls yet, and here they were taking on a grown woman and 
doing a damned good job of it, too! He could read their intense pleasure 
from the expressions on their faces, and he well understood their need. It 
would be hard to punish them for something like this. 

Suddenly Bill gave a piercing squeal, and Grover could tell from the rapid 
jerking of his hips that he was cumming. He shot his load and flopped back 
on the bed, his small cock limp and dripping. Now that Miss Martin's mouth 
wasn't full, she began to make some noises, too. As Tod and Jon continued to 
hump furiously in her ass and cunt, she moaned loudly and shrieked like a 
crazy woman. 

"Oh, yes, boys!" she wailed. "Fuck me, ball me, screw me as hard as you can! 
I love it, I LOVE FT! AAAHHHHH!" 

As he watched her shamelessly screeching her pleasure in the convulsions of 
orgasm, Grover felt all his anger returning. This sure as hell was no rape! 
This lying bitch had intentionally seduced his boys, all the time presenting 
another face to Grover. Well, she would pay for it! He waited until Tod and 
Jon had cum, too, not wanting to ruin their fun, and then he threw open the 
door and strode into the room. 

Miss Martin and the boys looked terrified. The boys saw the leather belt in 
his hand, and Jon cried, "It's all my fault, Dad! Don't punish the others!" 

"I'm not going to punish you, boys," Grover replied grimly. "But I think 
Miss Martin owes me a few explanations." 

"Oh, God!" moaned Grace. What could she say? She was ruined now! Whatever 
vengeance Grover took, it was bound to be terrible. 

In fact it was far worse than she thought. Grinning evilly, the big man 
said, "You sure do like to fuck, don't you, Miss Martin? Well, I got a real 
treat for you. I know just what a woman like you needs. Jon, go get Nosy!" 

Grace gasped. Nosy was their pet German shepherd. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"I know what you need, baby," Simon Grover said, "some dog cock! You've 
tried everything else, after all. You're probably bored just doing it with 
me and the kids. Nosy should be a real change of pace for you." 

"Oh, God, please!" sobbed Grace. "Don't say things like that to me! I know 
I've done wrong, but I'm not like that!" 

"Oh, no?" Grover asked coldly. "Would a normal woman let a twelve-year-old 
kid do it to her in the ass? Would she have to have three partners at a 
time?" He sighed deeply, "Lady, I have to admit, you sure fooled me for 
awhile. I believed all that crap of yours, about you being so modest and 
decent and God-fearing. But not any more. Now I know what you really are, a 
no-good whore!" 

Grace buried her face in the pillows. There was nothing more to say to this 
man. She wanted to die of shame. And the worst part of it was, most of what 
he said about her was true! Once introduced to sex, it seemed as if she 
simply couldn't get enough, that her overpowering lust would make her submit 
to any bizarre encounter. But a dog? Good God, no! Grover had to be kidding. 
People didn't really do it with dogs, it was just a fiction. He probably 
just wanted to frighten her. 

The bedroom door opened, and Jon came in leading the huge German shepherd. 
"Here's Nosy, Dad," he said. "What do you want him for?" 

"You'll see," Grover replied grimly. He walked over and began to pet the 
dog, which licked his face. "Now, Nosy, old boy, we've got a real treat for 
you! You won't have to chase those scrawny neighbor dogs any more, now that 
we've got Miss Martin here. Come on, boy." 

He led the dog over to the bed where Grace lay hiding her face in the 
pillows. She felt the bed sagging as someone crawled up beside her, but she 
didn't move. She knew they would abuse her in some manner, but hoped that 
her lack of response would make them give up sooner than if she showed 
resistance. Rough hands-Grover's for sure-separated her legs, and then she 
felt hot breath on her vulva. Oh, God, what were they going to do? 

The stiff hot licking began on the mouth of her anus and worked down over 
her vaginal opening to her clit and back again. It was delicious. She loved 
to be licked there, but never had it been done to her so well as now, the 
tongue slick and busy, seeming to stimulate and explore all her sensitive 
parts at once. Involuntarily she opened her legs just a little wider, but 
otherwise she managed not to signal her intense pleasure. She wouldn't give 
Grover that satisfaction! After the cruel things he had said to her, he now 
sought to arouse her, to make a fool of her again. Well, wonderful as it 
felt, she wasn't going to play his game! The stiff hot tongue slipped into 
her cunt, and she stifled a moan of pleasure. But, oh, God, it felt so good. 

With her eyes closed and her face hidden, Grace could not see the unusual 
scene taking place in her room. Simon Grover had had only to lead the big 
dog to her. Nosy eagerly did the rest. Smelling her strong female scents, 
aroused by her hours of lovemaking, the dog crawled straight for the source 
of the odors, her moist exposed vulva. He began to lick her there, lapping 
up her abundant cream and the spent boy-cum that dribbled from her vagina. 
The big dog shivered with excitement, and the hair stood up on his body as 
Grace's powerful scents awakened the deepest of his primitive instincts. 
Even more powerful than the urge to fight, to hunt, or to protect his 
territory was the dog's sexual instinct, the urge to reproduce his kind. The 
heady smells issuing from between the woman's legs awakened this response in 
Nosy, but he wasn't sure quite how to satisfy the urge with a human female. 
So he began by tasting. 

Simon Grover stood beside the bed watching the scene with a cold smile. He 
knew his pet's powerful lusts, and he hoped the dog would carry through, 
that Grace would get the punishment he felt she deserved. He could never 
forgive her for deceiving him and seducing his young sons. He wanted to give 
her a lesson she'd never forget. Come on, Nosy, he thought urgently, come 
on, boy! Treat her like the bitch she is! 

But Grover's three sons felt no spirit of revenge. Perhaps their feelings 
were even worse, so far as Grace was concerned. To them she was only an 
instrument of pleasure, a female body to receive their newly-awakened lusts. 
They ignored her crying and watched in deep delight as Nosy licked her cunt. 
Man, oh, man, this was going to be some show! Wouldn't Miss Martin be pissed 
when she discovered who was licking her? 

Inevitably, Tod was full of questions. "Dad," he began, "what's he-" 

Grover turned quickly to the boy, put a finger to his lips, and winked. 
Reluctantly Tod stayed quiet. So his Dad wanted to surprise Miss Martin, but 
how? Tod only knew that the new housekeeper was a compulsively tidy person, 
and that she was going to be sore as hell when she found Nosy's muddy paw 
marks all over her bedspread. 

Bill and Jon had a slightly better idea of what their father was trying to 
do. But if he pulled it off, they decided, it would be the trick of the 
year. They'd seen Nosy fucking other dogs-he liked to do that well 
enough-but could he actually be persuaded to do it with a woman? Bill and 
Jon grinned wickedly at the idea and prayed it would work. Boy, would Miss 
Martin be in for a shock! 

The big German shepherd licked and guzzled noisily in her cunt, but Grace 
lay quite still, much to the disappointment of her audience. The stunning 
pleasure was making her breathe with difficulty, and she longed to writhe 
and moan her delight, but she was determined to thwart Simon Grover in 
whatever wicked plan he had. The trouble was, he knew her too well! He had 
used his tongue on her before, and he knew just what she liked. Now he was 
giving the performance of his life, but she'd be damned if she'd let him 
know that! 

The long stiff tongue-Grace assumed it was Grover's-inched its way deep into 
her cunt, and she helplessly creamed all around it. Instantly it licked 
furiously to get all the cream. My God, the man was a devil! When it had 
reamed her cunt thoroughly, the tongue withdrew and snaked instead into her 
anus. It was too much for Grace. 

"Ahhhhh!" she whined. With her tight asshole full of slick squirming tongue, 
she could no longer hold back her moans of joy. 

Simon Grover and his sons exchanged grins. They watched delightedly as Miss 
Martin began to churn and buck her hips in time to the dog's thrusts in her 
anus. Grover rejoiced inwardly: the slut was responding, just as he'd hoped! 
Now if only Nosy would complete the job! 

The big dog was almost frantic with lust by now. He had located and tasted 
the source of all those delicious smells, but he was no closer to finding 
relief for his instinctive needs. He shivered violently, and from his furry 
belly Grover and the boys could see his canine penis beginning to appear, 
deep red and naked and gleaming. It lengthened slowly, descending below him, 
till a full eight inches showed, enormously thick and stiff. His black balls 
swelled and tightened. Grover and his sons could not suppress gasps of 
amazement. 

The animal's genitals were huge, bigger than a man's. 

And the dog was obviously ready for action. Grover just had to help him, it 
would be too awful if this opportunity was lost. Stepping up close to Nosy, 
Grover patted him and led him farther between Grace's widely parted legs. 

"On your hands and knees!" he barked to Grace. 

The swooning woman obeyed. If that would give her more pleasure, she was 
willing to do it. She wondered if Grover would fuck her now, from behind. 
She didn't care what position he did it in, so long as he took care of her. 
But she only intended to use him. She would let him fuck her, let him give 
her the orgasm she so desperately needed, but she would show no sign of 
enjoying it. Grover's revenge would be spoiled! 

Grace waited on her hands and knees, her bright red wet slit completely 
exposed and accessible. Grover grinned evilly and patted the shivering dog. 

"Mount, boy!" he shouted. 

Instantly the huge German shepherd understood and obeyed. Leaping onto 
Grace's back and embracing her tightly with his forepaws, the animal dug his 
enormous stiff canine cock into the tender folds of her vulva, seeking out 
her cunt. The vicious slams of his hard penis brought him inevitably to the 
spot, and with one mighty panting thrust, he succeeded in penetrating her 
half the length of his great gleaming prick. 

"UHHHHHH!" gasped Grace. She was stuffed so full she could hardly breathe. 
She knew something was wrong. Grover's shouted command, the sudden furry 
embrace. Oh, God, no, it just couldn't be! Nervously Grace twisted her head 
and looked around, then almost fainted. Dear God! Grover hadn't been 
kidding! The big dog was on her, fucking her! 

"Ohhhhh, NO!" she shrieked hysterically. "Not this! For God's sake, help me! 
Get him off me!" 

But there was no mercy from her audience. While Grover stood and watched 
with grim satisfaction, the three boys jumped up and down and clapped their 
hands with delight. It was the greatest show they'd ever seen! Stern old 
Miss Martin getting it from a dog! Too much! 

"Go, Nosy, go!" Jon said. "Give it to her!" 

"Yeah, boy!" Bill said. "Get that big ol' cock in there!" 

"Will she have puppies?" Tod asked, but no one answered. They were all too 
absorbed in the scene. 

Nosy was doing his job whole-heartedly now, working his enormously long and 
thick penis in and out of Grace's narrow cunt in quick deep jabs. His tail 
wagged happily, and his long red tongue lolled out as he panted, dripping 
hot saliva on her writhing back. His fat cock so thoroughly stuffed her 
vagina that her juices were forced out in a lewd loud squishing noise, which 
added to the merriment of her audience. 

Steadily, pushing and panting, the frantic dog managed to work all of his 
enormous cock into her vagina. Grace didn't know whether she was 
experiencing pain or pleasure. At first she didn't think she could take in a 
penis that size, but once penetration was complete and she hadn't torn, she 
began to relax a little. Really, she could survive. It wasn't much different 
from a human prick except in being larger and moving faster. But, dear God, 
the humiliation of it! She wanted to die of shame. Never would she forget 
turning around and seeing that grinning dog on top of her, seeing the 
leering faces of Grover and his sons as they watched! Her degradation was 
complete now. She couldn't possibly sink any lower than this. 

The dog panted louder and louder, and the stiff friction of his huge penis 
in her narrow cunt was getting to Grace at last. In spite of her horror, in 
spite of everything, it felt damnably good to be stuffed so full of cock, to 
be balled so vigorously and fast. She began to cream again, making his 
passage slicker, and she failed to hold back her sighs and moans of 
pleasure. 

"Ahhhhh!" she whined, clawing the bed, banging her ass against the furry 
belly to meet every deep thrust. "Ahhhhh, my God!" 

Grover felt wicked satisfaction in watching her. It was just as he'd said, 
she'd do it with anybody and anything. Yet at the same time he felt a 
dizzying surge of lust in his loins. Much as he despised the woman, he 
wanted her. So why not have her? As soon as Nosy was through. Silently 
Grover slipped out of his robe and stood naked. But his sons noticed, 
casting him awed and envious sidelong glances. His great prick was stiff and 
ready, and his sons wished that someday they, too, could possess a tool like 
that. Grover, oblivious of their worship, had eyes only for Grace and the 
dog. The slut! Look at the way she was enjoying it! 

"Ohhhhh, yes, harder, harder!" Grace was wailing shamelessly. "Good doggie! 
AHHHHH!" 

She knew she would feel dreadful afterward, remembering these obscene words, 
but somehow she couldn't hold them back. Orgasm began to ripple deep in her 
cunt, and the muscles of her vagina tightened around Nosy's pounding prick, 
holding it in here, squeezing it. The dog yelped joyfully, and then Grace 
felt a mammoth sizzling gush of cum as the animal sprayed her womb. She 
gasped and fell to the bed, panting and moaning. Nosy finished the job with 
a few short thrusts, then withdrew from her instantly, as dogs will. He 
licked appreciatively between her legs, then leaped off the bed and went to 
a corner of the room to lie down and rest. 

"Good boy!" said Simon. Sneering at the quivering woman, he said, "Well, 
Miss Martin, tell us all about it! How did it feel, getting fucked by a dog? 
We could see how much you enjoyed it." 

"Oh, please...." whimpered Grace. Why must he taunt her? Hadn't she been 
punished enough? 

"Yes, sir," continued Grover, ignoring her distress, "you really loved it, 
we could tell." He sat down on the edge of the bed and gave her ass a 
resounding slap. "Well, little lady, I got wonderful news for you. You get 
to do it with Nosy any time you want to. We won't be jealous, will we, 
boys?" A chorus of giggles greeted this question. "No, sir, you just fuck 
any dogs you want, Miss Martin," Grover went on wickedly. "Of course, you've 
gotta fuck us, too. We'll make that part of your duties. I'll even raise 
your salary a little, say, twenty dollars a month. That's about right for a 
cheap lay." 

Grace could endure no more. Turning on him angrily, she hissed, "You go to 
hell, Grover! I won't stay here under these conditions! I won't be your 
whore!" 

He raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You already are. Just think how nice it'd 
work out for all of us. Me an' the boys would get it regular, and you'd have 
a lot of fun. I don't see anything to get upset about, Miss Martin." 

"You animal!" she cried. 

His face darkened. "Lady, if I'm an animal, you're something a lot worse. 
And you know it." 

Grace sobbed helplessly. There was a great deal of humiliating truth in his 
words, but at the same time she felt she was not really evil, that she had 
not done anything to hurt anybody. She had only been the victim of her own 
pent-up needs, of forty-two years of sexual starvation, and no one had been 
damaged by it. Indeed, they had all of them gotten a great deal of pleasure 
from her body. It was unfair of him to punish her like this. But she knew 
she couldn't make him understand. 

"Oh, leave me alone!" she wept. "Let me rest now! I've been through enough 
for one night." 

"Uh-uh," said Grover with menacing softness. "I haven't got mine yet, 
remember? You gotta take care of the boss, then we'll let you sleep." 

Grace knew there was no point in arguing. He would only force her. The last 
thing she wanted right now was Grover's out-sized prick in her raw, raked 
cunt, but she sighed and opened her legs. Best just to get it over with. 

"No, not that way," said Grover impatiently. "I want you on your hands and 
knees, just like with Nosy." 

Grace sobbed and obeyed. It didn't matter how he did it to her, if only he 
came quickly and then they all went away and left her alone. She needed to 
think, needed to calm her seething emotions. There had to be some way out of 
this nightmare, but with Grover and the boys in the room, she just couldn't 
think. 

Grover roughly spread her legs and knelt between them, kneading and stroking 
her big white buttocks. His enormous cock wagged stiffly from its thick 
forest of black pubic curls, the tip dark purple and oozing cream. Grace 
didn't know it, but he was about to take the cruellest revenge of all. He 
had been planning it for some minutes now, gloating over the idea. He would 
make the bitch howl, all right! Now he contemplated her tiny brown anus, 
wondering if in fact his bloated tool would fit inside it. Well, he'd make 
it fit! He didn't care how she protested. To fool her and keep her passive, 
he rubbed the creaming tip of his cock against the quaking mouth of her 
vagina. Then suddenly he fitted the tip to her tiny bumhole and pushed with 
all his great strength. 

"AAAGGHHHH!" shrieked Grace. 

Terrible pain wracked her body as Simon Grover forced his thick rock-hard 
penis into her tiny nether passage. She knew she couldn't take it and live. 
She began to fight, twisting and kicking, trying to escape his impalement. 

"Hold her, boys!" Simon shouted. 

The three boys hurried to his side and grabbed Grace by the shoulders, 
holding her firmly in place. 

"Oh, please!" she wept. "You don't understand! He's too big for me, he'll 
hurt me! Please!" 

There was no response on the three young faces. Grace knew once and for all 
that she hadn't the dignity of a fellow human being in their minds. She was 
only a machine, a source of pleasure, and these callous young males would 
use her body mercilessly, just as their father was doing. No one was going 
to help her, and if she didn't get away from this terrible place, she could 
expect nothing but brutality in the future. Screaming, sobbing, she 
struggled as hard as she could, but it was no use. The boys held her too 
firmly, she was not going to escape. 

Grover, sweating and cursing now, again fitted the thick hard head of his 
cock to her tiny asshole and pushed. Grace fainted, she wasn't sure for how 
long, perhaps a minute. When she came to again, Grover had fully penetrated 
her, his long thick penis lying stiff and hard in her colon all the way to 
the root. Pain was replaced by unbelieving shock and numbness as he steadily 
reamed her, his thick shaft emerging brown-stained with every thrust. 

"Awwwww, Jesus!" he whined. "She's so tight in there! Christ! AWWWWW!" 

His sons watched enviously, wishing they were in his place, wishing they had 
a tool his size. But they were consoled by the fact that there'd be plenty 
of fun with Miss Martin in the future. Hadn't Dad said so? Hadn't be 
commanded her to stay on and do whatever they wanted? 

The fit of her clinging colon was so tight and hot that Grover couldn't hold 
out for long. With a thunderous bellow, he began to jerk his hips fiercely 
and shoot his cum into her bowels. It stung her raked tissues, and Grace 
howled with renewed pain, but he didn't relent. She was sure her anus would 
tear, he was pounding her so cruelly, but at last, to her great relief, she 
felt his prick shrinking and withdrawing. 

"Oh, Christ!" Grover gasped, slapping her hard on the buttocks. "That's one 
game I intend to repeat, believe me! There never was a cunt as tight as that 
little shithole of yours, baby!" 

"Can we do it to her, too, Dad?" Bill asked eagerly. "Tod got to, but Jon 
and I didn't." 

"Sure, son," Grover said, "you can do it to her any place you like, but not 
tonight. It's getting pretty late, and we've got to get up and tend the 
ranch just like always. But tomorrow night we'll all have some more fun with 
Miss Martin." 

"And Nosy, too?" squeaked Tod. "Why, sure, son," Grover replied indulgently. 
"Nosy's part of the family, isn't he?" 

Grace kept her face buried in the pillows as Grover called softly for the 
dog and all of them left her room. She imagined how the future would be if 
she stayed at the Grover ranch, but there was just no question of doing so. 
All the money in the world wouldn't make her live that kind of life. But 
money was, nevertheless, the problem. She had perhaps twenty dollars in her 
purse, and that was the sum of her wealth. If she waited till the end of the 
month when Grover paid her, she would have enough to return to New York. Yet 
she knew she couldn't endure it that long. All right, so she only had twenty 
dollars. That would get her as far as the next city, she could get a 
temporary job there and save more money. Yes, that was much better than 
staying here and being the sexual slave of Grover and his sons! 

Inspired by her decision, Grace leaped energetically off the bed, dragged 
out her suitcase, and started to the closet for her clothes. Just then the 
bedroom door swung open, and there stood Grover, scowling at her. 

"I thought you might try something like this," he growled, "but you can 
forget it! You're staying here! I'm not gonna let go of a good deal like 
this!" 

"You have nothing to say about it, Mr. Grover!" she cried. "I'm not your 
prisoner!" 

"Oh, yes you are, baby," he hissed. "I intend to see to it!" 

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room. Grace cried and 
protested, but he was far too strong for her. At the end of the hall, he 
pushed her into a closet and slammed the door shut. She could hear the lock 
turning. 

"Pleasant dreams, Miss Martin," he said dryly. "I'll let you out to cook 
breakfast." 

When his footsteps had faded away, Grace tried the knob, but it was no use. 
She was locked in. Then she noticed very faint light coming from the back of 
the closet. Pushing her way through the hanging clothes, she discovered a 
small window, and through it she could dimly see the moon. The window was 
tiny, but she thought she could just squeeze through it. It took some work 
to get it open, more work to ease her broad hips through the narrow frame, 
but she made it. She found herself on the roof of the front porch. There was 
perhaps a fifteen foot drop to the ground, but the grass below was thick and 
soft, and she wasn't hurt. 

Fine, she thought, now what do I do? She was stark naked, she hadn't a dime 
on her, and it was the middle of the night. She had an awful choice. She 
could either run away just as she was, hoping no one would mistake her for a 
maniac on the loose, or she could risk going back into the house for some 
clothes and money. Then she remembered: Grover was a fanatic about locking 
up for the night, checking all the doors and windows. There was no way she 
could get back into the house even if she wanted to. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Deputy Sheriff Roy Higgins tooled along the dark lonely country road in the 
cruiser, listening to the radio, yawning, and wishing he was back in town. 
He was horny as a bullfrog in spring time, and there was a cute little 
blonde waitress at the drive-in who just might be persuaded. 

Oh, hell, what was the point of kidding himself? He was nearly fifty, he had 
a paunch, and his hair was getting pretty thin on top. Compared to all the 
young guys in town, he didn't stand a chance with the waitress. He didn't 
stand a chance with any woman except Rita, the obese middle-aged 
proprietress of the truck-stop cafe, who'd take on anything in pants. Deputy 
Higgins visited Rita about once a week, out of desperation. All the other 
women in town were too young, married, or so old that they'd forgotten how. 

Deputy Higgins liked his job, and he liked living in a small town, but ever 
since his wife had run off with a traveling salesman two years ago, he'd 
lived in a hell of sexual frustration. Sure, he could get it off with Rita, 
but it was like masturbating into a giggling whale. He wanted a pretty 
woman, a woman who excited him as much as he excited her. Only where was he 
going to find one, out here in the sticks? 

Higgins lit a cigarette and turned the radio up a little louder, hoping to 
distract himself. No good. Smoking put him into an even more sensual mood, 
and the radio was blaring some country western song about longing for love. 
Angrily he switched it off, rolled down his window, and tossed the cigarette 
away. Might as well just face up to it. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, 
and there was nothing he could do about it except pull over and jack off 
into the bushes. But his sense of duty wouldn't let him leave the patrol car 
even for that long. And his shift still had four hours to run. 

Turning into a long straight stretch of road near the Grover ranch, Higgins 
had a sudden hallucination. Far down the road, but not so far that he 
couldn't make out details, a naked woman was running toward him. She was a 
tall, busty, beautiful woman, her dark hair swinging loose, her enormous 
breasts flopping and swaying as she ran. She saw him, she was calling out to 
him and waving to HIM, Higgins. It was the answer to every horny fantasy 
he'd ever had on these long nights of patrol. 

"Jesus Christ," muttered Higgins. 

He knew he must be in bad shape to start seeing things like that. Maybe he 
was going nuts. He stopped the car at the side of the road and waited for 
the vision to go away. Jesus, if the chief heard about this! He had to get 
hold of himself, shake himself into reality. 

But the woman kept coming. In the headlights of the prowl car, she got 
closer and closer and more beautiful to Higgins. All his life he'd dreamed 
of seeing a pair of knockers like that, enormous but firm and perfectly 
shaped. He could see her little dark patch of pussy fur, too, and he felt 
his cock getting harder than he'd dreamed possible. He found himself praying 
that the hallucination would go on for a while, just a moment longer. 

It did. The woman came panting to the side of the car, and then she spoke to 
him: "Oh, thank God, a policeman! Will you please help me?" 

That was when Higgins realized he wasn't dreaming. This gorgeous creature 
was for real, and she was in trouble. 

"Of course, ma'am!" he said quickly, opening the door. "But you'd better get 
in here and let me give you a blanket. It's mighty cold out there, even if 
it is summer." 

Grace sobbed with relief. She let Higgins help her into the patrol car and 
wrap a warm blanket around her. He was such a kind, gentle man, she thought. 
All her life she had been hostile to men, seeing all of them as threats to 
her virtue, never giving them a chance to prove that they could be anything 
else but evil-minded. It had taken the experience with Simon Grover, and 
then meeting this kindly law officer, to show her that all men weren't 
alike. 

Higgins turned on the car heater and gave Grace a cup of hot coffee from his 
Thermos. "Now, ma'am," he said soothingly, "you tell me all about it. What's 
the trouble?" 

Grace quickly sobbed out her story, how she had taken the job at the Grover 
place, only to be led into a series of bizarre sexual escapades. Blushing 
and stammering, she even told how Grover had forced her to have relations 
with a dog. 

"That sonofabitch!" gasped Deputy Higgins. "Well, he won't get away with 
this, Miss Martin, not if I have anything to say about it! We'll go over 
there right now and arrest him!" 

Grace laid a timid hand on his arm. "No, wait, Deputy Higgins. I'm not sure 
that's the best thing to do." It was hard for her to say the rest of it, but 
she felt she must follow her conscience. "It wasn't entirely his fault, at 
least that the boys got involved. I don't think any of them should be 
punished. Perhaps that's letting Grover off too easy, but the boys need him. 
I don't want to break up their family. No, I think the best thing would be 
if you'd go over there tomorrow, speak to Grover privately, and give him a 
warning. Just so this doesn't happen to some other poor woman! I only want 
you to pick up my clothes and my money. I don't want revenge." 

Higgins looked at her wonderingly. "You're some woman, you know that? After 
what you've been through. You sure you don't want me to arrest that 
bastard?" 

Grace hung her head. "I guess I haven't made you understand. After that 
first night, after Grover raped me. Oh, God, I enjoyed it! I wanted to do 
it, with him and the boys! It was wicked, it was contrary to all my beliefs, 
but I just couldn't control myself! I aided and abetted them, that's what 
I'm trying to say! Oh, God, I'm so ashamed!" 

Higgins held the sobbing woman and patted her clumsily. She smelled good, 
and her skin was very soft. He found himself envying Simon Grover all those 
wild nights. 

"Now, look," he said, "there's nothing to be ashamed about. You're a normal 
woman, that's all. From what you've told me, you waited a long time to have 
sex, and it's no wonder you went on kind of a spree at first. But you'll 
settle down. You'll find one good man to take care of you, and that's all 
you'll need. Hell, you're no different from anybody else!" 

She looked up at him gratefully. "Oh, Deputy Higgins, that's so kind of you! 
You've made me feel so much better!" 

"Call me Roy," he said huskily. "And I'm not being kind, I'm just telling 
you the truth. You're beautiful, you'll find somebody." 

"Roy, that's so good of you." She put her hand on his lap and discovered a 
fierce erection. Far from being alarmed, she smiled. It made her feel good 
to know that she could arouse a fine man like Higgins. What would it be like 
to have a man like him, a decent person, a man who wasn't heartless and 
sadistic like Grover? Grace realized that she'd gotten off to a bad start, 
that her whole idea of sex had been distorted. Really, it could be 
wonderful, it could be the best thing in life, if you were in love with your 
partner. 

She rubbed her hand teasingly over the hard ridge of his crotch. "Why, Roy!" 
she said. "Did I do that?" 

"You sure as hell did!" he said easing her down onto the seat of the prowl 
car. "Miss Martin, you are the most beautiful thing I ever saw! Forgive me-" 

"For what?" she said. And as she quickly unzipped his fly, she added, "By 
the way, call me Grace." 


THE END
