Down On The Farm
by Toni Scott


INTRODUCTION 

Nearly everyone has heard a joke about the travelling salesman and the 
farmer's daughter. In these verbal cartoons only the procedure of action has 
been changed from one story to another; the setting and the 
characterizations remain the same. In variably the salesman is depicted as a 
slick, unscrupulous lecher; invariably the farmer's daughter plays the role 
of the innocent, unsuspecting object of desire. At the very least the 
disparity between these characters is interesting, and it is usually 
uproariously funny. That in itself accounts for the popularity of these 
jokes since the turn of the century. 

But in actuality the confrontation between urbane sophistication and 
homespun, countrified morality is not so funny, particularly in the volatile 
arena of sex. Slick, unscrupulous men have been seducing innocent, 
unsuspecting rural women for decades in America. Sometimes the results of 
these seductions are comparatively mild: the woman loses a bit of her naive 
charm and resolves to be more careful in the future. At other times, 
unfortunately, the results are tragic. Abortion, suicide, and child abuse 
are only a few of the injustices reaped by these seductions in the 
aftermath. 

In this novel Toni Scott, one of our most outstanding contributors, attempts 
to explore this age-old dilemma through the medium of fiction. On one hand 
we have Louisa, a conservative, well-adjusted girl of exceptional 
attractiveness who lives with her brother on a remote farm. On the other 
hand we have her in-law Robert, a decadent, cynical man from one of the 
biggest cities in the country. They are not quite the travelling salesman 
and the farmer's daughter, but they are close enough, and an easy parallel 
can be drawn between their relationship and the punch lines of the jokes 
that have been told for a century. 

As usual, Scott refuses to take sides in this issue; in fact, she points out 
that as a native of suburbia it would be difficult for her to register an 
opinion even if she wanted to. But she does feel that the sociological 
problem this story revolves around warrants attention. The reader must reach 
his own conclusion, and if the fictional account of a real life situation is 
helpful in the formulation of an opinion then the story's raison-d'etre has 
been more than accomplished. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Whoops! Oh Jesus! I'm sorry, Louisa. I didn't know anybody was in here." 

Louisa dropped the washrag into the tub and squinted to see through the 
steam filling the bathroom. When she recognized Robert she smiled broadly 
and retrieved the rag. 

"Oh, that's all right," she said easily. She pushed the rag under the warm 
suds and again began to soap her full breasts, completely oblivious to her 
own nakedness. "I should have locked the door anyhow. Come on in and sit 
awhile if you want to. I'll be out of here in a minute." 

"I'm really sorry, Louisa," Robert repeated. He hesitated at the door a 
moment, then closed it and took a seat on the wash basin next to the tub. He 
looked at Louisa and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment. "I mean Jesus 
Christ, Francine and me have only been here three days and I've busted in on 
you like this twice already. I swear to God I never did it once back in the 
city." Robert sighed and shook his head, as if contemplating an unfathomable 
mystery. "Sometimes I think being this far out in the sticks has got me 
completely disoriented. I don't know; I keep on bumping into walls and 
stuff. I don't think I've been on a real live farm since I was three years 
old." 

"Oh, you'll get used to it," Louisa said casually. She looked at Robert's 
boyishly handsome features and had to repress an almost maternal smile. It 
was funny she felt so protective towards him, she thought; after all, she 
was only seventeen and he was a full seven years older. Louisa laughed 
softly and moved the washrag down to her large dusky pink nipples, barely 
visible beneath the curtain of suds. 

"What's so funny?" Robert asked quickly. He pursed his lips and fidgeted 
nervously on the wash basin. 

"Oh, nothing." 

"If you feel uncomfortable with me sitting here I can leave," Robert said. 
He half rose from the edge of the basin and looked at her anxiously. "I 
mean, it's understandable if you want some privacy when you're taking a 
bath." 

"I don't mind," Louisa said simply. She cupped the underside of her left 
breast and lifted it slightly to soap the underside. "It's just my body, 
after all; I don't figure there's anything that has to be hid about it. When 
Mom and Dad were still around they used to come in and talk to me in the tub 
all the time. Michael and me'd do the same thing with them. That's just the 
way I was brought up, I guess." 

Robert shook his head in bewilderment. "I swear, if I walked in on any woman 
I know naked in the bathtub, except Francine... Jesus, I'd be lucky to get 
out of there alive. She'd probably call the police, the rape prevention 
squad and the FBI before I even had a chance to open my mouth." Robert shook 
his head again and sighed, as if faced with an impassable wall. "I'll tell 
you Louisa, you may be right about getting used to clear skies and fresh air 
and not having anyone around for five miles to either side, but I don't 
think I'll ever get used to the different ways you people have out here. I 
mean, you're so polite and unassuming it makes me ashamed of my own bad 
manners. And Francine and me are courteous by city standards, whether you 
believe it or not." 

"Now Robert," Louisa said chidingly. She looked at him and giggled 
affectionately. "You know darn well that you and Francine couldn't do a 
wrong thing in the world as far as me and Michael are concerned. Haven't we 
told you often enough how glad we are to have you visiting us? Why, didn't 
we say the day you got here how much we wished you could stay a whole lot 
longer than two weeks?" Louisa shook her head and looked at Robert with 
mock, humorous derision. "I swear to the Lord, sometimes I think you are the 
most insecure grown man I ever met. Francine is Michael and my cousin. She's 
a blood relative, same as you now that you're married to her, and the both 
of you are welcome any time." 

"Well, I was just trying to say . . Robert began. 

Louisa laughed at him lovingly. "Well I know what you were trying to say, 
and take my word for it, it doesn't have to be said. We think you're just 
fine and you're welcome any time." Louisa looked into the bathwater and 
moved the rag down to the perfectly formed curve of her thighs. There was a 
small nick on the inner flesh and she scrubbed it carefully. "Besides," she 
continued absentmindedly, "how many visitors do you think we get out here 
anyhow, sixty miles from the nearest city? Why, Michael and me have hardly 
seen a living soul since Mom and Dad died. We get lonely too, you know." 

There was a long silence. When Louisa recognized it she dropped the rag and 
looked back at Robert. He wore a guilty expression, and his head and 
shoulders drooped noticeably. 

"You know, both Francine and I... " he began tentatively. He sighed with 
frustration, then raised his head and looked at Louisa sympathetically. 
"Both Francine and me are real sorry about the accident. Your Mom and Dad 
were too young to die like that, and you and Michael are too young to have 
to run a farm all by yourselves, too. We were both real upset when we found 
out it happened." 

"Oh Robert, now please!" Louisa exclaimed. She tried to frown and look at 
him with mock exasperation. But her expression was strained, and she quickly 
turned her eyes back to the tub. "Now there's no use crying over spilled 
milk, is there? That's a country saying if ever you heard one, isn't it? Of 
course, you know we're really sorry about what happened. It hurt us real 
bad, worse than anything else ever did or ever will again. I can't even 
count the number of long nights I spent wishing the car that hit them might 
have been a half a minute faster or slower in either direction. Both of us, 
we loved Mom and Dad real much. And it's hard to run a whole farm with only 
two people." Louisa sighed and looked at the wall as if to fortify herself 
with its presence. "But the accident happened six months ago and we've 
gotten along just fine. Michael does most of the field work and I take care 
of the house. Maybe it's been better for us, in a way; I don't know. We've 
both grown up so much faster than we would've otherwise." Louisa looked at 
Robert and did her best to smile; she felt an almost desperate need to 
lighten the conversation, before the real misery of her mother and father's 
death came back to her. "I mean, into every life a little rain must fall, 
right? Hey! That's another country saying, now isn't it? I guess you and 
Francine are going to have a whole bunch of stuff to bore your friends to 
tears with when you get back in the city, huh?" 

"I suppose so," Robert said. He smiled weakly and stared at his hands, 
turning the palms up and down. "But... I mean... it's hard to get over it. 
Your brother's only 20 years old, and you're only 17. That's just too young 
for that kind of responsibility." 

"Robert, please," Louisa said automatically. She flushed with embarrassment 
and stared automatically into the bathwater; she didn't want to scold him, 
however gently, but she knew that if they talked about it any longer she 
might lose control of her emotions. "To tell you the truth, I'd... I'd just 
rather not discuss it, that's all. I know you mean well, but... well, I 
guess you can understand that." 

"I understand," Robert replied quietly. He said nothing else for awhile, and 
Louisa tried to concentrate on washing herself. 

She moved the washrag carefully between her parted thighs and soaped 
carefully around the hair fringed edges of her pubic triangle, delicately 
touching the outer lips of her pink, virgin labia. It felt extremely good, 
and she wished briefly that she was alone so she could rub herself there 
much harder. Then she heard Robert stir on the basin, and she turned her 
head towards him to see him while he spoke. 

"Actually," Robert began. He fidgeted on the basin uncomfortably staring at 
the floor. "I didn't bring up... that... just out of the blue, I sort of had 
a reason. Both Francine and me were wondering... well, we talked it over and 
we thought it would be a good idea if, as long as we were here, you know, we 
helped you out some with the chores around here." 

"What?!?!" Louisa exclaimed. She looked at Robert in mock amazement, happy 
that his unintentional blunder had given her an excuse to break their 
depression. Then she laughed as uproariously as she could. "Why Robert, I 
don't believe you!" she said incredulously. "Here you come out here for the 
only real vacation you've had in years and you want to help us out in the 
chores? Why... well Robert, now I know it's a fact. You're just plumb out of 
your mind!" 

"Huh... what? Now wait a minute... " Robert said defensively. "I'm being 
serious. I know it's my vacation, but take my word for it, I never worked as 
hard in a week as you two do every day of your life. Francine and me feel 
guilty about it! For the past three days all we've done is lie around in bed 
and doze in the shade and eat up all the food you make, and then we look 
around and see Michael breaking his back in the fields and you off scrubbing 
some corner of the house. Louisa, it just makes us miserable; you know we 
can't sit around and watch you work for two more weeks. Honest, we've got to 
do something!" 

"You are crazy!" Louisa said delightedly. She giggled and suppressed the 
urge to throw the washrag at Robert's head. "I swear, if I'd known about you 
I could've been the most popular girl in the county. I could rent you out to 
all the others just like us and why, I'd make a whole passel of money! Just 
tell 'em that the harder you work the better you and Francine like it." 

"Come on, Louisa," Robert said. He shifted uncomfortably on the basin and 
looked at her with an almost hurt expression. "I'm being serious." 

"Get out of this bathroom!" Louisa said happily. She giggled and waved to 
the door. "Go on, git! I won't hear another word about it." 

"Now wait a minute," Robert said. He stood up from the basin and hesitated, 
like a lawyer making a last ditch argument for his defendant. "You've got to 
admit you could use some help around here, even if just for a couple of 
weeks. Francine can keep house just as well as you can, and if Michael 
taught me I'll bet I could help out a little in the fields. Nothing too 
complicating, just a little plowing .. 

"You wouldn't know a plow if one fell on you," Louisa cried giddily. She 
started to drop the washrag into the water, then succumbed to her earlier 
temptation and threw it lightly at Robert's shoulder. "Mr. Robert Mitchell, 
I told you I won't hear another word about it and I meant it! You'll work on 
this farm over my dead body; you're here on vacation and I mean to see you 
get some relaxation, or else!" 

"But... " 

"Out! Out!" Louisa laughed and held up the bar of soap warningly, cocking 
her arm as if she were about to hurl it at Robert's head. "Get out of this 
bathroom this minute! If I let you stay here any longer the next thing I 
know you'll want to clean the septic tank and swab the toilets to boot! Not 
one more word! You all clear the hell out of here! How's that for country 
language, Robert?" 

"Well," Robert said. He opened the door and hesitated again. Louisa 
immediately resumed laughing, and Robert's face broke into a broad grin. "It 
was only a suggestion," he said humorously. "Jeez, if I'd known you'd get so 
upset about it I never would have brought it up in the first place." 

"I couldn't be more upset if you'd tried to hang me," Laura said. She 
giggled, then assumed an expression of playful seriousness. "Robert 
Mitchell, as far as I'm concerned you are to spend your time here loafing in 
the sun and keeping company with that pretty wife of yours... who, 
incidentally, you better take good care of, seeing as how she's our cousin. 
And if you step out of line even once you'll pay for it, take my word 
Mister!" 

"Okay, okay," Robert said. He stepped into the hallway, then turned back and 
smiled at Louisa affectionately. "Well, I guess I'd better get a good 
night's sleep then. I've got a long hard day of loafing tomorrow." 

"All right, Robert," Louisa said with a genuine smile. "Pleasant dreams, and 
I'll see you at breakfast." 

"See you then," Robert said. "Goodnight." 

Smiling, Robert turned into the hallway and shut the door behind him. For 
several seconds afterwards Louisa sat motionless in the tub, gazing 
transfixedly at the wall and smiling dreamily. Then she closed her eyes and 
settled into the lukewarm water until the suds lapped gently around her 
neck. She could still picture Robert sitting next to her on the wash basin, 
and the clarity of the mental image sent a small shiver of carefully 
suppressed desire coursing through her body. "Mmmmmm-mm," Louisa sighed. She 
smiled pleasurably and folded her arms across her ample bosom, hugging her 
shoulders with her hands. He was such a handsome man. 

He was really a dream come true, Louisa thought. She stared at the blurred, 
amorphous shape of her thighs through the water and absentmindedly began to 
stroke the tender flesh of her hips. She knew she couldn't have him, but 
whenever she started thinking about Robert the real world seemed to fade 
away entirely. His face was so boyishly pretty, and his body was so slim and 
tall and athletic looking; if his black hair had been blonde or even light 
brown Louisa knew he would have looked just like Apollo. The resemblance had 
been the first thing she'd noticed when they'd arrived three days ago, even 
before she'd realized how pretty her cousin Francine had grown in the last 
eight years, how little she looked like her pictures. Why, Louisa thought, 
the very second she'd seen Robert's face she'd felt everything go soft 
inside her. At first she'd even been a little bit jealous; she was ashamed 
to admit it now, but she'd almost been cold towards both of them the whole 
first day. It didn't seem fair to her that her parents had died, that she 
had to spend all her time working on a desolate farm instead of out meeting 
a husband. That was the only reason she wasn't married, the only reason she 
hadn't caught Robert instead of Francine. It certainly wasn't because she 
wasn't pretty enough. 

But then, of course, she'd realized that Francine was a wonderful woman and 
she ought to feel guilty for having such jealous, ruinous thoughts in the 
first place. Oh well, Louisa thought. She opened her eyes a little more 
clearly and began to rub the firm feminine muscles of her inner thigh, 
soothing out the cramps. That was just the way the world was, she thought; 
Francine got to grow up in a big city with time on her hands and lots of men 
around, and she got stuck with the early death of her parents and hard work 
on an empty farm. Louisa laughed gently and rubbed her thigh harder. Her 
time would come eventually. Someday Michael and she would get ahead enough 
so she could take an occasional trip into the city. Pallet, the nearest 
town, wasn't much to speak of, but there would be men there, and Louisa knew 
that when she did fall in love she'd forget about other people's husbands 
entirely, even if they were as handsome as Robert. It would happen, too; she 
wasn't going to die an old maid; she was seventeen years old, and pretty, 
and she had more good years left than she knew herself. 

But in the meantime it was hard not to have the wrong kind of thoughts. 
Louisa blushed with embarrassment and looked at herself through the water. 
Ordinarily it gave her a reassuring pleasure to look at the incredible 
voluptuousness of her body-her large, firm, lush breasts, her slender waist, 
the long taper of her ivory smooth legs and the black, fleecy curls of her 
pubic triangle-but now it only made her feel guilty. She knew she'd been 
lying to Robert earlier. The fact of the matter was that it wasn't standard 
procedure for 'country people' to have casual conversations while one of the 
participants was bathing naked in the tub. The only reason she'd told Robert 
that was that she wanted him to see her curvaceousness, in the secret hope 
that he would be tempted. 

She could tell herself that she'd let him talk to her there because she 
wanted to be sociable, because she was a good host and didn't want to hurt 
his feelings by telling him to get out, but Louisa knew her own sexual 
desires for him were the real reason. And he had been tempted, too. Louisa 
paused and bit her lip, wondering if it was right to allow herself the 
pleasure of thinking about that. Then her face broke into an embarrassed, 
mischievous smile. Giggling, she sat up in the tub and looked down at her 
naked upper torso. Her breasts were round and full and perfectly shaped, 
better than anything she'd ever seen in one of those girlie magazines her 
brother used to bring home. She could see the full slope of her ivory-white 
bosom, the dusky pink color of her large areolas and the red buds of her 
nipples. Louisa smiled shamefully and cupped her breasts in her hands. She 
kneaded them gently, milking and squeezing the resilient flesh of her 
mammaries and making her nipples distend stiffly with aching desire against 
her palms. Louisa knew she should stop fondling herself, but she knew at the 
same time that she would continue. It felt too good; in a few seconds she 
would be so hot she'd have to masturbate, just as she did nearly every night 
in the tub. And she'd be thinking about Robert when she did. 

Because he had been tempted. Louisa smiled guiltily and moved her hands down 
her stomach to the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, stopping when she felt her 
fingers touch the pouting lips of her hair-fringed pussy. Her index finger 
moved to her clitoris, and immediately she felt an agonizing spasm of sexual 
hunger course through her loins. Louisa mewled, touched her forefinger to 
her clitoris and settled farther into the tub. Then she was masturbating 
faster and harder by the moment, furiously stroking the small erect bud and 
thrusting the fingers of her other hand into the damp, clasping sheath of 
her vagina. In her mind's eye she could still picture the bulge of Robert's 
half-erect organ, and the image excited her. It had been there, all right; 
he'd fidgeted on the wash basin and tried to conceal it, but Louisa hadn't 
spent her life on a farm without knowing what an erection looked like, on a 
bull or a horse or a man. And every time he'd looked at her, stared covertly 
at her breasts or her thighs or the barely distinguishable outline of her 
hair-fringed fissure through the bath water, it had gotten a little harder. 

"Oh God," Louisa mewled. Her pretty, innocent face contorted in a wincing 
expression of ravenous passion, and she began to thrust her fingers into her 
pussy so hard that the bath water slopped crazily against the sides of the 
tub. She couldn't help it, she thought. She knew it was wrong to think about 
her cousin's husband, especially when Francine was such a beautiful, kind 
person. She knew Robert would never cheat on his wife, especially with a 
seventeen-year-old girl, and she knew that she couldn't let him even if she 
wanted to; she hadn't been raised as an adulteress. But she couldn't help 
pretending all the same, couldn't help imagining the warmth of his lean, 
hard body lying on top of hers, the meaty thickness of his erect organ 
stabbing into her dripping cunt again and again. The imagining was the only 
thing she had. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"God damn it. God damn it!" Robert muttered. He looked at his body woefully 
and grimaced with frustration. Then he lifted his head and stared angrily at 
the door to the bathroom adjoining Francine and his bedroom. "Hey Francine," 
he called irritably. "Would you hurry up the hell out of there!? I can't 
wait out here all night for you!" 

"I'm coming, lover," Francine called in her husky, sexy voice. There was a 
deep whirring sound from the bathroom, and Robert knew she'd turned on the 
hair drier. "I'll be out in a second." 

"Ah, shit," Robert muttered. He stared at the door a moment longer, then 
looked down his chest at his naked body. His long, thick organ was 
completely bloated and swollen with blood; it stood up from his pubic hair 
as stiffly as a length of iron pipe, the bulbous head bobbing luridly 
against his navel and the slit of his cum hole pointing directly at his 
face. Robert grimaced, adjusted his position on the bed and gave his 
engorged member a frustrated squeeze. Images of Louisa's mouthwateringly 
well-endowed body danced before his eyes, and every time he pictured her 
breasts or her thighs or her waist, or any other part of her for that 
matter, he could feel the blood pounding through his aching cock like so 
much nitroglycerine. His testicles were drawn up tight along the underside 
of his prick and ached painfully; he could hardly remember the last time 
he'd had such an enormous erection. 

"Well well well," Francine said softly. 

Robert looked up. His tall, slender, very pretty wife was standing at the 
foot of the bed, fluffing her long brown hair and drying her naked body with 
a towel. Her nubile figure was tan and without a trace of fat; Robert could 
see the lush growth of her jet black pubic hair, her firm ripe breasts and 
the pouting slit of her cunt, and immediately he felt his member grow even 
harder. Francine giggled; her eyes were riveted to his erection, and he 
could see from her face and eyes that she was completely aroused. 

"My my, what a boner my baby's got," Francine whispered mischievously. She 
dropped the towel and moved to the side of the bed. Robert could see that 
her eyes were moist and full; her lips were parted slightly, as they always 
were when she was ready for sex. Francine leaned forward and squeezed the 
head of Robert's dick momentarily between her thumb and forefinger. It 
throbbed immediately and she giggled salaciously. "Now where have you been 
to get yourself in a state like this?" she purred huskily. "As if I didn't 
know." 

"Louisa let me talk to her while she was taking a bath," Robert snorted 
disgustedly. He grabbed Francine's wrist and pulled her on top of him. 
Francine giggled and relented easily. "She says that that's what everybody 
does in the country. It's just her body and there's nothing to be ashamed 
of. Shit!" Robert shook his head with exasperation and sighed. "We sat there 
talking and the whole time my balls felt like they were going to explode. 
Those big juicy tits of hers and that sweet little cunt; it was everything I 
could do not to rip off my clothes and fuck her right there in the tub. I 
swear, I don't know how much longer I can stand it." 

"Well, I'd say what you need is a little relief," Francine replied 
playfully. She squirmed on the bed until she was comfortable, lying on her 
stomach between Robert's legs with her head facing the underside of his 
massive organ. Then she wrapped her fingers around the throbbing length of 
his erection and held it as if it were a baseball bat, squeezing the blood 
engorged shaft and staring at the mushroom shaped head. "Believe me honey, I 
sympathize with you too," she purred lasciviously. She giggled and leaned 
forward to give the tip of his cock a playful, tantalizing lick. "72 hours 
on the farm and I swear I can't get that young stud Michael out of my mind. 
Have you seen the bulge that big boy's got on him, Robert? I swear his cock 
must be a foot long and just as thick. Mmmmmmm!" Francine whimpered, closed 
her eyes momentarily and sighed with desire. "I can hardly wait to fuck him! 
I guess sexual attractiveness must run in their family. You know, in a way 
it's a surprise they haven't been balling each other. All alone on this big 
farm, with nobody else to look at, and they're such an attractive couple! I 
wonder if they've ever thought of it." 

"Ahhhh, they'd never do it," Robert said contemptuously. "That'd be incest, 
and they're too goddamn well bred for that." Robert paused and looked at his 
wife pleadingly. "Aww, c'mon Francine," he said. He placed both hands on her 
knuckles and pushed them back, crudely directing his meaty erection to her 
mouth. "Give me a blow job, will you? If I don't cum soon I'm going to have 
blue balls for a month and a half!" 

"Well, I don't know," Francine said softly. She looked at her husband's 
almost agonized expression and giggled delightedly; there were few things 
she enjoyed more than teasing him. "You haven't been a very good boy today, 
you know. So busy thinking about that little girl Louisa and you didn't pay 
me any attention at all!" 

Francine looked at Robert with playfully accusing eyes. "You know, you 
didn't try to fuck me even once today. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" 

"Francine, god damn it," Robert muttered. He grabbed a handful of her thick 
brown hair and tried to forcibly pull her mouth over his turgid cockhead. 
"Play games with me some other time, huh? Not now." 

"Say please, Robert," Francine mewled huskily. She tightened her grip on his 
erection, squeezing the fingers of both hands until she felt the blue veined 
stiffness of his member pulsate rhythmically against her palms. Then she 
leaned forward teasingly touching her lower lip to the bloated, bulbous 
glans of his prick. As Robert writhed beneath her she began to lick it with 
quick tantalizing strokes, like a hungry child with an all day lollipop. 
"After the way you've treated me you can't expect me to give you relief for 
nothing, can you?" she purred wantonly. "Say pretty please like a good boy." 

"Nnnnngghhhhhh," Robert grunted. His nostrils flared with sexual hunger, and 
he began to shake reflexively on the mattress. "Francine, god damn you!" he 
muttered tersely. He dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her head 
savagely into his body. 

"Suck it! If you don't suck it I'll kill you, I swear to God. Unnnngghhhhhh! 
Awwww. God damn it! 

"Unh-unh, lover," Francine said. She shrugged off his hands and squeezed his 
throbbing member as hard as she could. A small, translucent drop of seminal 
fluid appeared at the reddish tip of his prick, like milk kneaded out of a 
cow's udder, and Francine lovingly licked it up with her tongue. Her 
husband's cock was throbbing extremely hard. "Say pretty please with sugar 
on it, just like a good boy. Then I'll give you all the sucking you need." 

"Unhhhh! You bitch, you little bitch!" Robert muttered angrily. For several 
seconds he lay on the bed and grimaced as his wife toyed expertly with his 
rampant erection, trying to suppress the ravenous heat that coursed through 
his loins; he knew how much Francine loved to make him beg for sex, and it 
was her one sexual habit he couldn't stand. Then she inserted her tongue 
into his cum slit, and his desire became more than he could stand. 

"Unhhhh! All right, all right," he whispered harshly. "Please! 

"That's a good boy, Robert," Francine said evenly. She lifted her head and 
looked up at him salaciously. Her eyes were glistening with triumph and 
animalish arousal, and he knew that making him beg for sex had excited her 
tremendously. It made her feel like a femme fatale, she'd once said, like 
the most powerful, desirable woman in the world. That was the reason she'd 
taught herself how to give such an incredibly good blow job. If she could 
suck a man's cock better than any other woman she'd never have to worry 
about him straying without her permission. 

Then Francine returned her attention to her husband's aching erection. She 
removed her left hand from the blue-veined stalk of his member and dropped 
it to the hairy, tight sac of his testicles. Her fingers dug gently into his 
congested balls and she began to knead them gently, milking the sperm as 
expertly as she could. At the same time she let her right hand fall to the 
base of his organ. She wrapped her fingers tightly around its tumescent 
stiffness and stroked the skin luridly up and down in short, hard movements, 
smiling as she watched the length of her husband's organ pulse wildly in 
reaction. Finally she opened her mouth. She pursed her glistening, pouting 
lips in a wet 0 and moved them slowly down over the head of Robert's penis, 
taking the mushroom shaped glans and the first inch of his erect cock in her 
mouth. Her cheeks puckered inwards, and she quickly increased the suction in 
her mouth. Then she clasped her lips wetly and tightly around the 
blue-veined shaft of his dick and laved her tongue hungrily around the head, 
sucking his blood-engorged member as hard as she could. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Robert sighed. His lips curled into an expression of shameless 
sensual pleasure, and all the tenseness in his body seemed to flow out of 
his muscles into the mattress. Francine's sucking was incredibly good. 
Already he could feel the orbs of his bloated balls churning with the need 
for orgasmic release, the stiffened shaft of his member being sucked into 
new hardness by the clasping wetness of his wife's skillful mouth and 
tongue. Robert groaned and closed his eyes. He lifted his hands and ran them 
through her thick brown hair, more gently than before, as if he were petting 
a well-trained dog. 

"Unhhhhhh... that's good Francine," he moaned hoarsely. "Ungghhhh! Harder 
baby, harder! Take it all the way in, all the way down your throat. Oh 
Jesus, oh that feels so gooood... " 

"Mmmmmm," Francine burbled. She lifted her lips momentarily from her 
husband's blood-engorged member and smiled at him wickedly. "Do you like 
that, baby?" she purred, mouthing the words wetly around the twitching head 
of his cock. "Do you want me to do it some more?" 

"Yeah," Robert said softly. He tightened his fingers in her hair and tried 
to pull her head down over his throbbing dick, wanting every inch of it 
buried in the warmth of her throat. "Take it all the way in, Francine," he 
muttered urgently. "Unh... yeah... take it all the way in your mouth." 

"Mmmmmm," Francine mewled pleasurably. She held Robert's massive erection in 
her hand and smiled down at it, as if she were looking at a favorite 
plaything. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could. She squirmed on 
the bed until her head was directly over his loins, her lips in the perfect 
position to take in every inch of his bloated organ. As Robert groaned 
beneath her Francine slowly lowered her mouth over his throbbing erection. 
Inch by inch of it disappeared between her wetly pouting lips; her cheeks 
flushed and puffed out obscenely with the size and thickness of his member. 
Then it was all the way in, every inch of his aching dick buried into her 
throat. Francine whimpered pleasurably and clasped her lips around the 
blue-veined stiffness of the trunk; her nose almost touched his pubic hair. 
Then she again began to pucker her cheeks rhythmically inwards and outwards, 
eagerly sucking Robert's cock even harder than before. 

"Unhhhhhh!" Robert grunted. His face contorted in an expression of agonized 
lust, and he dug his fingers into Francine's scalp so hard that she yelped 
once with the pain. He could feel her throat milking and sucking at every 
inch of his member, and the sensation was almost unbearable. "Ahhhhh! Suck 
it Francine, suck it!" Robert grunted forcefully. He grimaced and rolled his 
head wildly back and forth on the mattress. Then he began to grind his hips 
savagely on the bed, furiously thrusting his bloated prick into his wife's 
mouth. "Suck it! Unh suck it I'm going to cum! Suck my cock Francine! Suck 
it as hard as you can!" 

Francine said nothing in response. Instead she flared her nostrils in order 
to breathe and squeezed the base of his cock so hard that it turned almost 
white between her fingers. Her cheeks were flushed and swollen with the 
meaty thickness of his organ; it looked almost as if she were suffocating. 
Francine mewled hornily and laved her lips wetly around the blue-veined 
stiffness of his engorged dick. Then she rapidly moved her head up and down 
in short, convulsive movements over his loins, eagerly fucking herself in 
the mouth with the length of his pulsing erection. 

"Unnngghhhh!" Robert grunted. He grimaced with obscene desire and bit his 
lower lip as hard as he could. He could feel his wife's lips working 
feverishly around the stalk of his member, her fingers fondling the orbs of 
his bloated balls and her tongue laving wildly around the spongy flesh of 
his cock head; it was actually painful now, as if he were caught in a sexual 
milking machine intent only upon sucking every drop of sperm out of his 
body. Robert thrust his hips into his wife's face and writhed convulsively 
on the mattress, making the bed shake beneath them; it felt as if every 
fiber and nerve ending in his body had been drawn into his aching cock. "I'm 
going to cum Francine," he panted feverishly. "Unhhhhhh! Suck it harder 
baby, suck it really hard! Ahhhhh... I can feel it... I'm going to cum!" 

"Mmmmmm!" Francine whimpered hungrily. Her eyes shone with sexual hunger, 
and she automatically redoubled the energy of her sucking; there was nothing 
she loved more than tasting her husband's creamy white sperm shooting down 
her throat. Francine removed her right hand from the base of Robert's 
erection and moved it quickly between his thighs, pushing into the cleft of 
his muscular buttocks. Her finger found the ring of his anus and she 
massaged it gently, feeling it pulse and dilate with the approach of his 
orgasm. Then she pushed it savagely into his asshole. As she continued to 
suck his blood-engorged member as hard as she could she worked her finger 
skillfully through the tight muscles of his rectal sphincter, gently 
massaging and titillating his prostate. 

That was more than Robert could take. His face contorted with the force of 
his ravenous passion, and he instinctively lifted his hips off the mattress 
and thrust his cock down his wife's mouth. For a moment the throbbing length 
of his organ grew as hard as it possibly could, stiffening so much that the 
pink, ravaged flesh was drawn painfully tight around the head and shaft. 
Robert groaned loudly and held his wife's head helplessly down to his loins. 
His testicles seemed to swell in their sac, and he could feel the load of 
his seminal fluid pushing forcefully, deliciously up his urethra. Then his 
sperm gushed furiously out of his aching cock, shooting and spurting in a 
white torrent deep down his wife's throat. There was so much of it that 
Francine could hardly swallow it; her adam's apple bobbed wildly in her 
throat as she tried to drink down every drop, but it filled her mouth 
completely and a small rivulet of seminal fluid escaped down her lips. 
Francine whimpered happily and continued to work over her husband's 
orgasming prick, hungrily milking every last trace of seminal fluid out of 
him with her lips and hands and tongue. 

Then it was over. Robert groaned and closed his eyes. His entire body felt 
as if it had been worked over by an army of sex starved women; his balls 
tingled and throbbed, and his rapidly softening penis ached from Francine's 
lips and mouth and teeth. For several seconds he lay there in a kind of 
stupor, thinking and feeling nothing except the sensations that coursed 
through his emptied loins. When he finally opened his eyes again Francine 
was smiling down at him. Her cheeks were fresh and rosy looking, and her 
eyes shone with exuberance. She looked as if she might have spent the last 
half hour picking flowers. 

"Uhhh," Robert muttered hoarsely. He shook his head and blinked in an effort 
to focus his thoughts. "That was real good, baby. Really fantastic." 

"I thought you'd like it," Francine said mischievously. 

"Sorry I didn't give you a chance to cum," Robert said. 

"That's all right." 

"You know how it is, I get all carried away," Robert explained. "I mean, 
you'll be sucking me off, and all I can think about is cumming." 

"That's perfectly all right, darling," Francine said. "To tell you the 
truth, I didn't really want you to fuck me tonight anyhow." 

"What?!?!" Robert said, almost aghast. "You don't want me to fuck you?! 
Jesus, what is it? Bad breath? Halitosis? Since when don't you want me to 
fuck you?" Francine giggled and said nothing. She climbed off the bed and 
stood straight for a moment, looking down at her nakedness and running her 
hands over her stomach and thighs. Then she walked to the clothes rack on 
the other side of the room. She picked out her sheerest, tiniest negligee 
and put it on, donning it over her head and smoothing it over her slender, 
desirable body so that it clung to the provocative curves of her hips and 
breasts. 

"Well," she said. She turned towards Robert, smiled enigmatically and struck 
a model's pose. "How do I look?" 

"How do you think you look?" Robert asked quietly. He studied his wife's tan 
supple form through the negligee and whistled softly under his breath; in 
spite of the voraciousness of her cocksucking he felt a faint twinge of 
desire for her course through his loins. He could see everything; she looked 
like the personification of sexual desire. Her hair fell loosely at her 
shoulders; her face was gorgeous, too youthful and fresh to be in any way 
amplified by makeup. The negligee was virtually transparent, and even in the 
dim light of the bedroom he could clearly make out the pinkness of her taut 
nipples, the dark thatch of her pubic vee and the little pink slit of her 
vagina. 

"Jesus," Robert said, almost in awe. "Where do you think you're going like 
that? To the Rajah?" 

Francine laughed and shook her head. 

"No, darling," she said softly. "I'm going to Michael's room. That's why I 
didn't want you to fuck me. I want to save all my energy for him." Francine 
giggled mischievously and looked at Robert lovingly. "Actually I shouldn't 
have even done that little favor for you, but it's just more than I can 
stand when I see that big beautiful cock of yours. I just love to suck it so 
much." 

"You're going to Michael's room?" Robert repeated in surprise. "You mean you 
set it up with him already? Why didn't you tell me?" 

Francine shook her head mutely. "I haven't set it up, at least not yet. But 
if I do say so myself my plot of seduction has the highest chance of being 
successful." Francine flashed a wicked smile and licked her lips. "Why 
Robert?" she said teasingly. "You mean to tell me you didn't know that that 
husky young farm boy spends his evenings masturbating to pictures of naked 
young girls?" 

"What?" Robert said. He laughed and grinned at Francine. "Since when, and 
how do you know?" 

"He was last night," Francine said. "I looked through the keyhole when I 
heard some rather suspicious noises on my way back from the bathroom. I 
couldn't actually see his cock, but his face told me enough, and those 
pictures." Francine shook her head and walked to the door. "I mean, can you 
imagine it?! Wasting a fine big cock like that and all that sperm on his 
hand? Well! I'll just have to put a stop to that, right now!" 

"You should of told me last night," Robert said. "You know, all the latest 
developments." 

"I guess it just slipped my mind," Francine answered. She laughed and opened 
the door. "Well, wish me luck darling! I promise all the 'latest 
developments' as soon as I return!" 

"Good luck!" Robert said. He grinned at Francine knowingly. "Definitely." 
Francine giggled, stepped into the hall and closed the door behind her. For 
several seconds Robert simply looked at the empty space she had just been 
standing in; it had all happened so quickly that he couldn't quite believe 
it. Then he folded his hands behind his head and smiled from ear to ear. He 
felt sure that Francine's 'plot of seduction' would be successful, and he 
didn't feel in the least bit jealous; he had never felt possessive of his 
wife, not since the first day he had met her. Instead he felt very, very 
excited; even after the blow job he could feel the blood coursing back into 
his loins, the length of his flaccid penis swelling against his thigh. 
Robert groaned and squeezed it softly, feeling the blood race through its 
tangle of blue veins. He knew that if Francine succeeded in seducing 
Michael, it would be only a short step to his sister Louisa. And he wanted 
Louisa more than any other woman in the world. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The first picture, easily the best in his collection, was of a teenage girl 
sitting on the edge of a bed. The girl was naked. She looked to be about 
sixteen, and her lithe, willowy limbs, the firm curve of her small breasts 
and the luscious milky whiteness of her thighs, had all the fresh 
desirability of youth. Her features were dark and her hair was long and 
black and thick, which led Michael to believe that she might have some 
exotic East European heritage beyond the scope of his imagination. The girl 
was not really sitting on the edge of the bed; rather, she was positioned on 
it, with only her buttocks touching the mattress. Her lower back rested 
against a pillow, supporting her upper torso upright. Her long tapering legs 
were splayed as far apart as they could go, and her ankles were wrapped 
behind her neck; it looked as if she was in some sort of yoga position. The 
picture, obviously, was dominated by the girl's pussy. It was a plump, ripe, 
absolutely gorgeous looking pussy, and even in the black and white 
photograph Michael could see that the folds of her labia were swollen and 
extremely wet, as if she couldn't wait to be fucked. Her labia were pink and 
soft looking; the lips of her vagina were fringed with a thick growth of 
fleecy black hair, which curled between her thighs and then centered in the 
lush, moss-like triangle of her pubic vee. The photograph was excellent, and 
the girl was exceptionally desirable. But it would not have been the best if 
it had not been for one other thing: the presence of a man's naked back 
looming in the left foreground corner. The girl's eyes were directed, 
riveted, towards the man. Her expression was completely serious, and it was 
apparent that she desperately wanted the man to ram his hard cock into her 
pussy as soon as possible. 

"Jesus," Michael said reverently. For a long time Louisa's handsome, 
athletic twenty-year-old brother lay motionless beneath the sheets of his 
bed, holding the picture with his right hand before his face and intently 
studying every detail. His left hand rested on his cock. It was hard and 
stiff, completely gorged with blood; the long thick shaft of his member 
hovered tautly over his stomach, and Michael could feel the blood throbbing 
through it as he touched it lightly with his fingers. He knew that if he 
started masturbating now he would cum within a few minutes, but he didn't 
want to begin yet, even though every pore and fibre in his loins begged him 
to do so. Instead he would wait as long as possible. Michael had been 
masturbating several times every night since he reached puberty. It made him 
feel ashamed to know that he had to jerk off for sexual satisfaction, but 
there were simply no women within shooting distance of the farm except his 
sister, and now that his parents were dead there was little opportunity of 
going to town. He'd gotten used to the idea of masturbating after awhile, 
and now it had evolved into a sweet, carefully practiced science. The 
pictures were hard to get. He could look at all of them for two minutes and 
stroke his cock into an orgasm that way, but that was just a form of wasting 
them. It was better, Michael knew, to linger over each one and use his 
imagination. That way he could make them last as long as possible. 

Finally Michael couldn't stand it any longer. He returned the picture to its 
manila envelope, containing his entire collection, and deposited the 
envelope carefully under the mattress. Groaning, he kicked off the sheets 
and spread them with his feet to the bottom of the bed; it sometimes 
inhibited him to think that someone could walk in on him like this, with 
nothing at hand to cover his nakedness and his meaty erection thrusting in 
the air like a battering ram, but experience had taught him that it was much 
more pleasurable to masturbate free of sheets or blankets or encumbrances of 
any kind. 

"Ahhhh," Michael sighed. He smiled pleasurably, closed his eyes and squirmed 
on the mattress until he was completely relaxed. Then he wrapped the fingers 
of his right hand around the blue veined stiffness of his blood engorged 
member. It was completely tumescent, as stiff and hard as a rock with a hard 
rubber covering; Michael knew he had waited until the perfect moment. 
Groaning, Michael tightened the grip of his fingers until he felt the meaty 
thickness of his organ throb furiously against his palm. He slowly began to 
stroke the taut flesh up and down, again and again, as if he were priming an 
engine. Then he was masturbating furiously, hammering his erected prick in 
his palm as fast and as hard as he could. In his mind's eye he could see the 
sixteen year old girl on the bed, and she seemed to be beckoning towards 
him. Her lips were pursed now, slightly, slyly; her eyes were heavy and 
moist with her desire for his body. He was the man in the edge of the 
picture, and she was waiting for him; as he looked at her he could see the 
lips of her tight, hot pussy literally pulsing with the need for his massive 
erection. And he would give it to her... again and again, until she squealed 
into his ear and wrapped those long tapering legs around his back and begged 
for mercy... give her every single inch. 

"Well well," a soft, husky, very feminine voice said from the door. "Is that 
a banana in your hand or are you just glad to see me?" 

"Ohhh," Michael sighed. For a moment Michael could not believe someone had 
walked into his room unannounced. He assumed automatically that the voice 
belonged in the photograph, and though it seemed rather incongruous for an 
Eastern European girl to say such a crude thing it was, at least, something 
his imagination had not covered before. Michael tightened his fingers around 
his bloated organ and managed to stroke it even more urgently. 

Then he realized that the voice had been real. A shiver of fear ran through 
his body; he instinctively released his cock and opened his eyes. "Oh 
Jesus!" he said. His eyes continued widening long after he could see 
everything in the room, opening up to the size of golf balls. His mouth 
dropped open, and his firm masculine cheeks colored with the deepest blush 
he had ever felt in his life. 

"What's the matter, honey?" Francine said. "I hope I didn't surprise you." 
As Michael stared at her in shock she giggled delightedly and quickly walked 
across the room to the foot of the bed. The sheer transparent black negligee 
rustled provocatively about her hips; her nipples were distended stiffly 
against the fabric, and her thighs hushed against each other as she walked. 
She sat on the edge of the bed, next to Michael's calf, and stared at him 
with shamelessly mischievous eyes. "I mean, I guess I should have knocked," 
she continued evenly, "but what you were doing looked like so much fun, why, 
I just couldn't wait to come inside. I hope I didn't disturb you, lover." 

"What... what?!" Michael said in confusion. He shook his head hard and 
stared at Francine openly. His first reaction was that this was some sort of 
horrible trick his cousin was playing on him; everybody knew about his 
masturbating, and they were going to tease him about it relentlessly. 
Michael opened his mouth and stared to say something in explanation. He knew 
it was hopeless-his embarrassment was completely and unredeemably 
terrible-but he at least had to try. 

Then he noticed the negligee. Michael's breath caught in his throat; he 
shook his head and blinked his eyes, as if he were emerging from a stupor. 
It was a transparent negligee. He could see her body beneath it; it was a 
lithe, tan body, just as good as the girl's in the photograph. Francine, his 
cousin Francine, had worn a transparent negligee, into his bedroom. She had 
come into it without knocking. And she had just said... 

"Darling! Tell me what's the matter!" Francine said softly. She giggled 
amusedly and licked her lips. "You look all upset about something." 

"You... " Michael began. But the sentence died in his throat immediately. He 
raised his eyes from Francine's lithe, virtually naked body and looked at 
her face. She was smiling at him. She was not smiling at him teasingly, or 
in an effort to cover up the profound embarrassment she would have felt if 
she had unexpectedly walked into his room while he was jacking off. No, she 
was smiling invitingly. Her face held the jaded, sophisticated, all knowing 
and all seeing look that had so fascinated him the first time he'd seen her 
three days ago. Her lips were pursed slightly, as if amused by some wicked, 
secret joke. Her eyes were as heavy and full as those of the girl in the 
photograph. And they were focused directly on the stiff, long, throbbing 
shaft of his dick. 

"I really didn't mean to upset you, Michael," Francine purred salaciously. 
She lowered her eyes and again stared shamelessly at the meaty thickness of 
his erection. Then she reached for it with her hand. She wrapped her fingers 
around the blue veined stalk, precisely where his own had been, and began to 
stroke it expertly. "Like I said," she continued, speaking as easily as if 
she were at a church social or a PTA luncheon, "what you were doing looked 
like so much fun that I couldn't resist. I mean, your... banana is so big 
and hard and beautiful looking!" Francine giggled and gave Michael's bloated 
organ a provocative squeeze. "Mmmmmm! And it feels so good too! I get all 
hot just looking at it! Why don't you let me help you, Michael? I'd just 
love to see you cum!" 

Michael hesitated only a moment longer. An innumerable variety of thoughts 
whirred through his brain, each quick and insignificant and easily 
dismissed. Francine was his cousin; Francine was married to Robert; this 
didn't make any sense; he'd hardly even talked to her; this was completely 
unexplainable; there was an excellent possibility he'd finally gone 
completely out of his mind; maybe they'd send a truck for him the next day. 

But none of that mattered now. Michael pushed Francine's hand away from his 
cock and rose from the bed. For a second he stood over her and looked at her 
face and body silently. His body gleamed lean and hard and powerful in the 
light of the bedside lamp; his expression must have been very stern, because 
Francine averted her eyes and seemed momentarily frightened of him. Michael 
lifted his hands and placed them gently on her shoulders. His fingers shook 
slightly with anticipation; his massive erection was as stiff as a rock, 
throbbing and twitching luridly against his stomach. With one quick movement 
he tore the negligee completely away from Francine's body. No, he thought, 
none of it mattered. He tossed the shreds of the negligee absent-mindedly to 
the floor and moved close to her, staring lustfully at the mouthwatering 
curves of her slim, naked body. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Why Michael!" Francine exclaimed teasingly. "I guess you do want me to help 
you after all!" She studied his hungry, almost deranged expression and 
giggled softly. Then she reclined on the mattress, supporting herself on her 
elbow and staring fixedly at Michael's throbbing erection. "Where do you 
want me, lover?" she purred salaciously. "I'll do anything you say." 

"Get on your back," Michael said tersely. "On the edge of the bed, on your 
back. Spread your legs apart." He grimaced and put his hands roughly on her 
knees, as if to put her into the desired position like a rag doll. "Come on, 
god damn it, do it!" he said urgently. 

"Whatever you say, darling," Francine whispered huskily. She looked at 
Michael and giggled again; it had been a long time since she had had sex 
with anyone so innocent and eager for her body. Most of the men she made it 
with were proficient, experienced lovers, but they were so jaded; Michael 
was like an animal! Without taking her eyes from him Francine squirmed her 
buttocks to the edge of the mattress. She dangled her long tapering legs 
over the side and leaned back, resting her torso on the sheets and 
supporting herself on her elbows so she could raise her head and continue to 
watch him. Then she smiled, and then she slowly, temptingly, spread her milk 
white thighs as far apart as they would go. 

"Like this, lover?" Francine whispered alluringly. She planted her heels 
into the mattress and looked at Michael brazenly. Her lips were pursed 
slightly, and her eyes were moist with her ravenous sexual heat. "Do you 
want me like this? I can get into another position if you say so." 

"Jesus," Michael said softly. For several seconds he remained motionless, 
standing stock still and staring blatantly at the hair fringed fissure of 
her vagina. As he did so he could feel his blood engorged member pulsing 
more and more violently, and he wondered briefly if he might cum all over 
her belly before he ever had a chance to fuck her. He had never been so 
excited in his life. Francine's pussy was infinitely better than the girl in 
the photograph. The thick, fleecy black tufts of her pubic hair curled 
luxuriantly over her loins, spreading profusely over her lower stomach and 
in the soft, moist juncture between her thighs. He could see the pouting 
lips of her pussy, and they looked wet and tight and swollen with her 
arousal, just begging to be parted by the meaty shaft of his erection. 
"Jesus," Michael repeated. He breathed heavily and continued staring and 
made no other move towards her. He wanted to fuck her desperately, but he 
was so overwhelmed by his arousal that he couldn't move. He didn't know what 
to do. 

"Do you like my pussy, Michael?" Francine asked wantonly. She smiled and 
spread her legs a little further apart. 

"Yeah," Michael said tonelessly. 

"Then why don't you suck it, darling?" Francine asked shamelessly. She 
giggled and squirmed on the mattress, making the pink folds of her labia rub 
wetly together. "Go ahead, lover. I know you want to, and I want you to do 
it too. You can suck my cunt just as long as you want!" 

"All right," Michael said vaguely. 

Shuddering, he knelt on the floor between Francine's nakedly splayed legs. 
He placed his hands delicately on the soft, secret flesh of her inner thigh 
and gently moved them a little further apart. As he stared at her cunt a 
knot developed in his stomach, and he didn't know if he would be able to 
control himself. He could see every detail of her pussy now-the wet pinkness 
of the inner lips, the reddish sheath that would open up for the length of 
his organ, the intoxicating aroma of her pungent vaginal juices-and the more 
he looked the more excited he felt. 

"Do you like my pussy, Michael?" Francine asked in a soft, lilting voice. 
She stared down her stomach at the top of his head and smiled salaciously. 
"Go ahead and touch it, darling. It won't bite you." 

"All... all right," Michael said hesitantly. He lifted his hand and gently 
touched his index finger to the outer folds of Francine's cunt. It felt soft 
and moist and alive, like the heart of some small, vulnerable animal. 
Michael shuddered and slowly moved his finger between the lips of her pussy. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Francine mewled. Her nostrils flared with arousal, and she 
unconsciously squirmed her buttocks on the edge of the bed. "That feels 
good, lover. Mmmmmmmm! That really feels so good! Put your finger in 
farther." 

Michael said nothing. He could feel the walls of Francine's vagina clasping 
wetly around his finger, and the redolent aroma of her juices seemed to fill 
the whole room. His meaty erection throbbed stiffly against his stomach, but 
he realized he did not want to fuck her yet; first he wanted to make her 
pussy even wetter, and taste the wetness with his tongue. Michael stiffened 
his finger and cautiously pushed it farther into Francine's gurgling 
fissure. Then he slowly moved it back and forth, chafing it against the 
sensitive flesh of her cuntal walls. 

"Unnhhhhhhh," Francine groaned. Her breathing quickened, and she 
unconsciously tightened her muscles and arched her buttocks on the mattress. 
"That's good, Michael," she gasped. "Do it harder! You don't have to worry 
about hurting me, I'll tell you if it does. Unhhhhhh!" Francine grimaced and 
shook slightly on the bed. "Do you like the way my pussy feels, lover? I'll 
bet it feels good." 

"Yeah," Michael said. He removed his finger from Francine's cunt and brought 
it to his lips. It tasted strange, unlike anything he had ever known before, 
but as soon as it touched his tongue he felt himself becoming even more 
excited. Michael groaned and returned his hand to the pouting lips of her 
moist pussy. This time he thrust two fingers into her cunt. He buried them 
to the hilt, until his knuckles touched the outer folds of her labia, and 
rapidly began to grind them back and forth between her nakedly splayed 
thighs. 

"Awwwwww Michael!" Francine mewled. Her face contorted in an expression of 
agonized desire, and she instinctively bounced the cheeks of her buttocks 
insistently on the mattress. The teacher-pupil flavor the liaison had had 
was rapidly vanishing; he was becoming just another man to her, a young stud 
who created the unbearable sexual heat in her loins that she never tried to 
resist. "Harder Michael, harder!" Francine whimpered hotly. She gritted her 
teeth and eagerly thrust up her lush pubic mound into Michael's finger. 
"Unhhhhhunhhh unhhhhhhhh!! I can't stand it Michael! Awwwwwwwww! Suck my 
cunt! Please please--don't... stop doing that Michael, I can't wait anymore! 
Suck my pussy! Please suck it, suck it as hard as you can!" 

"Yeah!" Michael grunted. He withdrew his fingers quickly from Francine's 
vagina and studied it intently. The lips of her pussy were even more swollen 
and wet than they'd been before; they literally glistened with the 
swamp-like profusion of her juices, and as he stared at them he could even 
see them throb with the need for orgasm. Michael dug his hands under the 
rounded cheeks of her buttocks and hungrily clasped her ass with his 
fingers. He lowered his head between her nakedly splayed legs, nestling his 
mouth into the reeking folds of her damp labia, and eagerly began to tongue 
her pussy as best he knew how. 

"Awwwwwww Michael yes, awwwwwww God yessssss!" Francine squealed. She dug 
her fingers into Michael's hair and frantically pounded her lithe hips off 
the mattress, furiously driving her hair fringed fissure into his swirling 
tongue. "Suck it Michael, suck it!" she pleaded shamelessly. "Unhhhhhhhh! 
Unh God yes suck it harder!" 

"Mmmmmm," Michael murmured. He withdrew his lips from Francine's gurgling 
pussy and looked up at her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink with her 
arousal, and her lips were drawn back tightly to bare her teeth; she was 
obviously as horny as he was. Michael grinned wickedly and returned his 
attentions to her vagina. He knew that she wasn't acting, and it gave him 
pleasure to know that he had turned an experienced, sophisticated woman on 
so much; he might be able to arouse her even more. Michael inserted his 
fingers delicately into Francine's labia and parted her cuntal slit. He 
could see her clitoris now, small and pink and pulsingly erect beneath its 
fleshy shield, and he knew that it was the center of her sexuality. As 
Francine writhed above him he again lowered his head into the juncture 
between her thighs. His tongue found the throbbing bud of her clitoris; he 
pursed his lips and began to suck it gently, rolling his tongue wildly 
around the tip. 

"Unnngghhhh!" Francine grunted. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and for a 
moment her entire body seemed to stiffen like a set explosive. Then she 
pulled Michael's head into her loins and needfully arched her back as high 
as she could. "That's right lover, Oh God I can feel it... I'm going to cum! 
Suck my cunt Michael! Unhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhhhh! Awwwwwww Michael I'm cumming! 
Awwwwwwwww! Yes yes I'm cuuummiiingggg!" 

The spasms of orgasm repeatedly coursed through Francine's loins. She 
grimaced and rolled her head wildly on the mattress; Michael's tongue 
continued to swirl around her clitoris, and every pore in her vagina felt as 
if it was on fire. Francine whimpered and poised motionless on the bed. The 
muscles in her thighs, hips and stomach were taut and quivering; her nipples 
were distended stiffly, as erect as they could possibly get. Then a deep 
shudder ran down her spine and permeated her entire body. "Ahhhhh," Francine 
groaned. A smile of obscene pleasure illuminated her face, and she relaxed 
completely on the mattress. 

"My turn," Michael said softly. 

"Mmmmmm, lover," Francine whispered huskily. She opened her eyes and gazed 
dimly at her twenty-year-old cousin. He was standing at the edge of the bed, 
holding his massively engorged member in his fist and stroking it lightly. 
His expression was intense and hypnotic, and his eyes were cold and hard; as 
Francine watched him she could see his stare roaming hungrily over her 
nakedness, hungrily taking in the luscious curves of her breasts and thighs 
and belly. Francine giggled and spread her thighs a little farther apart. 
She felt tired now; her orgasm had satisfied her for the time being, and she 
didn't need any more sex. But she could tell just by looking at him that 
Michael would rape her if she refused him, and there was no point in 
resisting the inevitable. Besides, Francine thought mischievously, her mood 
could change very rapidly; as soon as she got that thick cock of his inside 
her pussy she might be even hornier than he was! 

"You want to fuck me now, don't you lover?" Francine purred salaciously. She 
smiled and wriggled her hips deliberately on the mattress, knowing that the 
sight of her squirming would make her all that much more desirable. "I mean, 
that is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" 

Michael nodded his head. 

"Well go right ahead, darling," Francine whispered. Without removing her 
eyes from Michael's cock she drew back her knees as far as she could and 
held them with her arms, putting her pussy in the perfect position to be 
penetrated by the meaty thickness of his bloated organ. She licked her lips 
and watched him knowingly. "I mean, what's keeping you? I already told you 
I'll do anything you want me to, lover." Michael said nothing. Instead he 
only panted and kept his eyes riveted on the hair-fringed fissure of her 
cunt, as if he were unable to look anywhere else. Something in the back of 
his mind told him that this was his first sexual experience and he should 
savor it, but he was unable to wait any longer. His erection was swollen to 
painful tumescence. He could feel the blood coursing through its blue-veined 
length, the sac of his testicles drawn tight and throbbing along the 
underside of his dick, and he knew that if he didn't ram every inch of it 
into Francine's cunt immediately he might cum outside of her. "All right," 
Michael muttered vaguely. He removed his hand from his rampant prick and 
stepped between Francine's willingly splayed thighs. He could see the 
bulbous head of his engorged member wavering and twitching before the 
pouting lips of her cunt, and the sight sent another shiver of lust through 
his loins. Panting, Michael held the base of his throbbing dick between his 
thumb and forefinger and carefully moved it forward until the spongy head 
rested against the opening of her vagina. Immediately he felt the wet lips 
contract around the mushroom shaped head, dilating wetly around its bulbous 
thickness as if to encourage it deep into her cuntal sheath. Michael groaned 
and shuddered and put his hands on Francine's outstretched knees for 
support; the top of the mattress was level with his hips, and he would not 
even have to stoop forward in order to fuck her. Then he instinctively 
flexed the lean cheeks of his buttocks, and then he slowly began to thrust 
his tumescent member into the tight, clasping warmth of her hair-fringed 
pussy. 

"Ohhhhh, Michael," Francine sighed breathlessly. Her cheeks flushed with the 
momentary shock of penetration. She could feel the first inch of his cock 
inside her, and it was enormous; already she could sense that the thickness 
of his organ would stretch her vaginal walls as far as they could go. Then 
she felt herself becoming accustomed to his size. A dreamy, lurid smile of 
pleasure spread across her face, and she unconsciously relaxed completely on 
the bed. "That's good, Michael," she mewled softly. "Mmmmmm! You're doing 
just fine. Don't be afraid of hurting me, lover; I can take it. Just go 
ahead and fuck me, Michael... unhhhh! Fuck me as hard as you want." 

"Ohhh," Michael groaned. His breathing quickened, and for a second he felt 
so overwhelmed by the tightness of Francine's pussy that he thought he might 
faint. He lowered his eyes and stared at the length of his erection boring 
into her body. 

He could see half of his shaft buried inside her, and the wet, clasping 
circle of her vaginal lips enclosing the bloated stiffness of his organ; 
even as he looked at the obscene spectacle Francine forcibly contracted the 
muscles of her loins, making her cuntal walls squeeze deliciously around his 
swollen prick. Michael grinned and raised his eyes. His lips pursed into a 
low moan of excitement, and he quickly thrust the remaining four inches of 
his blood-engorged member into her gurgling slit. 

"Unhhhhhhhh," Francine whimpered. Her nostrils flared, and she automatically 
closed her eyes as she felt the familiar sensations of arousal permeate her 
entire body. Michael's prick was huge, even larger than her husband's. He 
hadn't even started to move it inside her yet, but already its thickness and 
length seemed to fill her completely. Francine groaned and rolled her head 
to one side. She'd been right; Michael had made her cum only a few minutes 
before, but she was as eager for sex now as if she hadn't orgasmed all 
night. 

"Does that feel good?" Michael asked. He looked at Francine queryingly and 
kept his cock motionless inside of her; in spite of his excitement he still 
felt nervous for her approval. 

"Fuck me Michael," Francine groaned lasciviously. She grimaced and shut her 
eyes tighter. Then she suddenly threw up her long tapering legs, folding 
them around Michael's back and thus drawing him closer between her nakedly 
splayed thighs. "Please darling, do it right now... move your hips back and 
forth and stroke it through my pussy... please Michael, fuck me! Do it 
really hard!" 

Michael opened his eyes wide and stared at Francine almost disbelievingly. 
He had been masturbating to the idea for years, but he had never really 
believed that he was capable of arousing any woman so much. It seemed 
impossible to him that the mere presence of his erection inside her body 
could make her practically beg him for copulation. But that was exactly what 
she was doing, and the realization of his own power excited him still 
further. 

"Jesus," Michael whispered reverently. He studied Francine's agonized 
expression and smiled happily. She wanted him to fuck her; the more he 
enjoyed it, the more she'd beg for more; he could do anything he wanted... 
Michael tensed his muscles and slowly withdrew the shaft of his engorged 
member from the animalish warmth of her pussy, sighing as he felt the lips 
of her cunt suck needfully at his erection. Then he quickly buried it all 
the way back in again. Then he grunted and rhythmically flexed his buttocks, 
eagerly stabbing the thick staff of his organ again and again into the 
pouting lips of her cunt. 

"Awwwwwwwww," Francine squealed. Her cheeks flushed with her ravenous 
passion, and she began to roll her head wildly on the mattress. "Fuck me 
Michael, fuck me!" she mewled shamelessly. She raised her hips and tightened 
the grip of her thighs around his lean, muscular back; she didn't want him 
to get away from her, not now that he was giving her so much pleasure. Then 
she began to grind her jiggling buttocks cheeks furiously on the bed, 
shamefully meeting every thrust of Michael's meaty erection into the ravaged 
slit of her pussy. "Awwwwwww harder lover, harder! Unhhhhhhhh! Oh Michael 
that feels so good! Unnggghhhhhh! Awwwww fuck me harder! Fuck me, fuck me 
with your big cock and make me cum!" 

"Yeahhhhh," Michael sighed lewdly. His face reddened, and the sweat began to 
pour from his forehead; he was panting like a horse, working as hard as he 
could. Michael lowered his eyes and again stared intently at the picture of 
his throbbing shaft boring into Francine's vagina. The lips of her wet pussy 
seemed even wetter and more swollen than before; she was like a swamp down 
there, every pore of her loins hungrily sucking at the bloated stiffness of 
his prick. Michael winced and closed his eyes. With every thrust of his 
rampant cock he could feel the walls of her vagina milking juicily around 
his shaft; the pleasure was unbearably intense, and he knew that when he 
came inside her his orgasm would empty his testicles of every ounce of semen 
he had. Michael leaned further over Francine's body, wanting to be in an 
even better position to hammer his dick into her. He dug his hands into the 
mattress to either side of her shoulders and fucked her even harder, 
furiously stabbing his engorged member into her gurgling pussy in a frenzy 
of irresistible desire. 

"Unh unh unhhhhhh," Francine squealed. "Fuck me Michael, fuck me!" She threw 
her arms around his neck and pulled him hotly into her body. As he continued 
to drive his enormous prick into her cunt she rubbed her stiffened nipples 
into her chest and showered his face with kisses; she felt a need to have 
every part of his body touching her, a possessive inability to let go of the 
source of all her pleasure. "Oh Michael you're so good," she burbled weakly. 
She kissed him hard on the lips and scratched her fingernails deeply into 
the lean flesh of his back, unable to resist the expression of her guttural 
sexual heat. Every inch of her body tingled with the pleasure of the 
fucking; she could feel her loins drawing closer and closer to orgasm, 
brought there by the massive stiffness of her cousin's erection. "You're so 
good Michael, you're so good," she repeated senselessly. "Unhhhhhhhhhh! 
Harder Michael harder! Your cock is so big... awwwww yes yes harder! Fuck 
me! Awwwwwww please fuck me as hard as you can!" 

Then Francine realized she was about to cum a second time. Her breath caught 
in her chest, and she felt her cheeks flush deeply with blood. She raised 
her long tapering legs as far as she possibly could, throwing them around 
Michael's upper back and lifting her hips until his cock was boring directly 
downwards into her pussy. Then she began to pound her hips wildly on the 
mattress in an animalistic frenzy of arousal, wanting every inch of his 
wonderfully big, hard dick buried within the pouting lips of her moist 
pussy. She was cumming... she was cumming right now... 

"Unnngghhhhh!" Francine squealed. Her lips drew back across her teeth, and 
she writhed on the mattress so wildly that the bed shook beneath them. 
"Awwwwwwwww fuck me Michael I'm cumming! Unngghhh! Unnngghhhhhh! I'm 
cumming! Awwwwwwwww awwwwwwwww fuck me I'm 
cuuuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnngggggggggg..." 

The spasms of orgasm coursed through Francine's body again and again and 
again. The walls of her vagina contracted almost violently around Michael's 
meaty erection; with every spasm they seemed to literally tug his member 
into her, clasping hungrily at the blue veined stiffness of his dick. It was 
more than Michael could stand. He groaned and shuddered and instinctively 
flexed his buttocks, burying his throbbing member to the very base within 
Francine's hair-fringed pussy. The sac of his testicles tightened along the 
underside of his cock; his prick stiffened until the pink skin was stretched 
painfully taut, and the bulbous head of his member throbbed achingly deep 
inside her. Then the load of his sperm gushed and spurted furiously from his 
pulsing erection. There was more of it than he had even anticipated, more 
than he had ever cum before in his life. It seemed to literally explode from 
his twitching cock head, shooting a torrent of creamy white seminal fluid 
again and again into Francine's gurgling cuntal slit. 

"Ahhhhh," Michael sighed. All the air left his lungs, and he felt the 
muscles of his hips and thighs quiver pleasurably as his bloated testicles 
continued to empty themselves of semen. Then a wicked smile of lascivious 
consummation spread across his youthful face. Michael sighed and looked down 
at his prick. The tumescent base still filled Francine's ravaged pussy 
completely, but he could feel it softening inside her; soon it would be 
completely flaccid. Michael delicately held the trunk of his cock between 
his fingers and slowly pulled back his hips, beginning to take his organ out 
of her. 

"Oh no, Michael, don't do that," Francine whimpered huskily. Michael raised 
his eyes and looked at her. Her lips were again pursed slightly her eyes 
were moist and full and heavy; she looked as if she'd fallen in love with 
him. Francine giggled and licked her lips. She brought her finger to her 
tongue, then trailed its wet tip over Michael's chest, titillating his small 
male nipples. "You don't have to take it out of me quite yet, lover," she 
whispered softly. "I mean, darling, that's the very first rule. The woman 
has to be completely satisfied. And I'm not satisfied yet, Michael; it'll 
take at least the rest of the night to do that." 

Michael looked at Francine's shameless expression and grinned from ear to 
ear. 

Her words were more bold and open than anything he'd ever heard before; 
already he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen again inside of her, 
prompted by the salaciousness of her desires, and he knew that within 
another minute they would both be fucking wildly. Michael leaned forward and 
gave Francine an affectionate kiss on the cheek. No, he thought, it didn't 
matter; that she was his cousin, that she was married. All that was 
important was that she was going to keep on giving it to him. And he was 
willing to take it, every time. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"... 40 degrees right now at midnight, might drop another ten points by 
sun-up, big winds rolling on in out of the East; I'll tell you, it is one 
cold cold night out here in the country. This is Doug Watts broadcasting to 
all you other insomniacs out of the big KLOW right here in Pallet. Button up 
your overcoats and prepare to sit a spell, cause we got ourselves a Hank 
Williams classic from days gone by... " 

"Oh Lord," Louisa sighed. She shook her head and quickly leaned across the 
sheets to flick the dial of the radio. Ordinarily she loved Hank Williams as 
much as any good country person, but now she felt that one of his ballads 
might depress her. But there was nothing else on. KLOW was the only radio 
station in Pallet (which was lucky to have even one) and the others were so 
far away they could only be reached in good weather; all she could get out 
of the radio was a dry buzzing sound. Louisa grimaced and finally turned it 
off. She pulled the blankets up to her shoulders and huddled just listening. 
She told herself not to, knew that it would only depress her further if she 
found what her ears were searching for, but she couldn't help it. Louisa 
shut her eyes tight and willed her limbs immobile, listening as intently as 
she could. 

She heard it almost immediately. The sound was not very loud, as it came 
from the other end of the house, but there was nothing to compete with it; 
at midnight in the country Louisa was used only to hearing the wind, 
rustling leaves and an occasional bullfrog. The sound was a deep, hollow, 
rhythmic thumping. It resembled a branch knocking against the roof, but 
after checking once Louisa had discovered that was not what it was. It came 
from Michael's bedroom; it was the sound of Francine and he fucking. The 
reason Louisa could recognize it now was that it was punctuated by sporadic 
groaning. 

"Oh no," Louisa said. She grimaced angrily and covered her ears with her 
hands. But that was no use; now that she had heard the sound once she was 
sure she could hear it constantly, even if she had blocked her eardrums with 
cotton. Louisa groaned with resignation and turned onto her side in the bed. 
Already she could feel the pouting lips of her virgin pussy moistening with 
arousal, and she furiously clamped her milk white thighs shut in an effort 
to dispel the feelings of sexual excitement. But that was no use either. The 
feelings seemed to grow within her, spreading and tingling through her loins 
like some kind of fungus. It was horrible, Louisa thought; the idea of her 
own brother fucking Francine, a married woman, their cousin was the most 
shocking thing she had ever heard of. But that was exactly what made it so 
shamefully exciting, and every time Louisa heard it she wound up 
masturbating. Thinking about her brother, thinking about her brother's big 
stiff organ pounding wetly through her cousin's gurgling cunt. In the past 
few days she had masturbated more than in any month of her life. 

The two of them had been going at it virtually non-stop for the past seventy 
two hours. It was possible that they had been doing it even longer than 
that, but Louisa doubted it, she was sure the first night was three days 
ago, when she heard 'the branch knocking against the roof the first time. 
Besides, it was such an obvious beginning. Even when Louisa had heard the 
groaning the first night she had assumed it might be her imagination; she 
had been unable to believe that Michael would do such a thing with his 
cousin. But after that everything had been completely, openly apparent to 
anyone who might have been listening. Louisa hadn't spoken a word to her 
brother in three days; she'd hardly even seen him. Neither Francine nor he 
showed any inclination to come out of the bedroom. Chores had gone undone, 
crops had gone unplanted... all so the two of them could enjoy yet another 
orgasm together. They acted like the whole house belonged to them 
exclusively, Louisa thought angrily. Once she'd gone up, half out of 
curiosity and half out of genuine concern, to deliver a bowl of soup and 
some chicken. They hadn't acknowledged her knocking; they hadn't even had 
the decency to stay silent until she walked away. For a full minute Louisa 
had stood outside the door, the soup growing cold on the tray, listening to 
Michael commanding Francine to 'suck it harder' and the lurid sound of 
Francine's lips pursing wetly around her brother's erection. It was 
shocking, but Louisa had to admit that it excited her so much she didn't 
even mind doing her brother's chores. She'd only seen him twice since it had 
started. Both times had been in the hallway on his way to the bathroom, and 
both times he'd been stark naked. In a way that was worse than his 
copulating with Francine, but Louisa knew she didn't mind him revealing 
himself to her. It had been the first time she'd seen him without his 
clothes on, and she'd been unable to take her eyes from his flaccid organ, 
dangling lewdly between his thighs as he walked past her. It had looked 
enormous; she had masturbated thinking about that too. 

"Oh God, "Louisa said miserably. Louisa whimpered and finally removed her 
hands from her ears. But the sound had not disappeared. It was even louder 
than before, the bed sounded as if it would break down the floor, and now 
Louisa could clearly hear Francine and Michael's moans as they fucked harder 
and harder. Louisa groaned under her breath and again sat upright under the 
covers. The pink lips of her labia were wet and swollen with the flow of her 
vaginal juices; she could feel her arousal growing more and more unbearable, 
her entire cuntal sheath pulsing with the need for orgasm. Louisa pushed the 
blankets into a tent over her hips and quickly pushed her hand down the firm 
expanse of her naked body, running her fingers through the fleecy curls of 
her pubic vee. She knew it was terrible, but she couldn't help it; thinking 
of her brother fucking Francine excited her uncontrollably. She encircled 
her clitoris delicately between her thumb and forefinger. It felt hot and 
erect to her touch, and its sensitive pink flesh ached pleasurably as she 
held it. Then she quickly began to masturbate, wincing with the force of her 
arousal and rolling her head shamefully back and forth across the pillow. 

"Louisa?" Robert's voice called. There was a light knocking at the door. 
"Louisa, are you awake? Can I come in?" 

"Oh," Louisa said breathlessly. She opened her eyes quickly and stared at 
the door, a little surprised to be interrupted while masturbating. 
Especially by Robert: she hadn't seen him at all since his wife had begun 
sleeping with Michael, and she had assumed automatically that he was too 
embarrassed to come out of his room. Louisa pulled her hand out from under 
the sheets, smoothed down the blanket and changed her position on the bed. 
She took a book off the nightstand and turned it face down next to her, 
making it look as if she had been reading. Then she paused a moment to calm 
down; she didn't want her cheeks to be flushed, or her breathing heavy, or 
her body to show any signs of what she had been doing. 

"Yes Robert, I'm awake," she answered finally, making her voice as cheerful 
as possible. "Come on in. It's not locked." 

"Thanks," Robert answered. There was a shuffling sound behind the door, and 
then it opened into the room. "I just wanted to talk awhile," Robert said. 
"Couldn't sleep." He closed the door behind him, looked at Louisa and tried 
to smile. 

"Oh... well, that's all right," Louisa said. "I couldn't sleep either; maybe 
we can just sit here and get nice and bored together!" She crinkled her lips 
and tried to smile pleasantly at her joke. But it was difficult. Robert 
looked as if he'd just emerged from a small war. His slacks and sweater were 
stained and rumpled, as if he'd been sleeping in them. He hadn't shaved and 
his hair was mussed; his skin had a sickly appearance to it, and his eyes 
were red, as if he'd been crying. Louisa stared at him for a moment, then 
caught her smile from drooping and averted her eyes. During the past three 
days she'd wondered if Robert knew of Francine's adulterous affair with her 
brother, and how he felt about it; now Louisa was sure she knew the answer 
to both questions. 

"You'd kinda think it's so boring in the country already it'd be easy to get 
to sleep," Robert said. He grinned and laughed halfheartedly, but it only 
made him look more miserable. "I mean, you know, there's not much to do out 
here but... I guess it doesn't make any difference. You've got insomnia, 
you've got insomnia." Robert shuffled his feet and laughed a little more 
weakly than before. He gestured towards the side of the bed. "You mind, uh, 
if I sit down for awhile? If you were in the middle of a book or something 
I, I mean, you don't have to or anything." 

"No Robert, I don't mind," Louisa said. She smiled and considered making a 
joke about Robert's insecurity, but decided against it; he didn't look to be 
in a humorous mood. "It was a bad book anyhow." 

"Thanks," Robert said. He walked across the room and sat nervously on the 
edge of the bed, staring away from Louisa at the wall and occasionally 
glancing self-consciously at his hands in his lap. "I just couldn't sleep, 
that's all," he said. "Sometimes you just can't, you know?" 

"I understand," Louisa replied. She forced her face into a cheerful 
expression and smiled as happily as she could. But Robert didn't meet her 
eyes, and for the next two minutes neither of them said anything. After a 
few seconds Louisa lowered her eyes and began to study the pattern of the 
blankets. She was already beginning to feel as nervous and self-conscious as 
Robert did. His knowledge of Francine's adultery was so obvious from his 
appearance, but there was no way Louisa could politely talk to him about it, 
or even breach the subject. And yet it was equally impossible to be 
lighthearted under the circumstances. As the silence hung over the room 
Louisa stared at her hands and tried not to sigh. Francine and Michael's 
licentious behavior made her feel even more affectionate and protective 
towards Robert than she had before. She felt sorry for him. She wanted to 
help him, but she didn't know how she could. 

"Ahhh," Louisa said finally. She cleared her throat and again fixed her face 
into a pleasant, cheerful smile, as if the two of them had been talking 
merrily since he'd come into the room. "Have you been sick or something, 
Robert? I haven't seen too much of you. Of course I've been pretty busy 
around the farm and all... " 

"Do I look sick?" Robert asked quickly. 

Louisa looked at him and caught her breath. He was staring directly at her 
now, and his eyes were shining. There was a heavy edge to his voice, and 
Louisa had a feeling that whatever was building up inside of him would soon 
break, right here in front of her, in her room. She averted her eyes quickly 
and tried to keep her expression from revealing anything. 

"Why no, Robert," she said evenly. "It's just that I haven't seen you. You 
haven't been down for meals or anything. I didn't mean to imply anything by 
it." 

"Yes, but that's what you were thinking, wasn't it?" Robert asked. The edge 
in his voice grew sharper, and his eyes seemed to widen. "I mean, you didn't 
come right out and say it, but I look sick, don't I? I mean, just look at 
me!" Robert gestured towards his rumpled clothes and stared at Louisa 
wildly. "I look like I've got pneumonia or something! Sick, real sick!" 

"Why no, I wasn't thinking that at all," Louisa lied quickly. She flushed 
and glanced at Robert's face and then turned her eyes away again. "I mean, 
if you are sick... " 

"You know why I'm sick, of course!" Robert exclaimed excitedly. He lunged 
suddenly from the bed and stood quivering next to it, staring at Louisa 
crazily and clenching his fists at his sides. "I mean, you live in the same 
house! You know what's going on around here! It's the most obvious thing in 
the world! I've got some pretty good reasons for being sick, don't I? Don't 
I?" 

"Robert, I...," Louisa began. 

"It's because my wife is fucking your goddamn brother, that's why!" Robert 
shrieked. The words exploded from his throat with sirenlike intensity, and 
for a second he seemed stunned by them himself; he stood absolutely 
motionless, his eyes unfocused and his entire body trembling with impotent 
rage. Then it was as if the last restraint had broken inside him, and he was 
free to do and say whatever he pleased. As Louisa watched him, feeling a 
mixture of pity and fear, he paced frantically around the room and spoke so 
loudly that his voice seemed to fill the whole room. 

"Do you know what she said to me?" he said harshly. He glared at Louisa 
demandingly, as if she were honor bound to answer his question. "I 
confronted her with it, you know; I mean, it's not like I've just been 
sitting and waiting while she's been doing it with him! I asked her what she 
thought she was doing! I asked her, I told her, what the fuck do you think 
you are, some little slut!!!" Robert's voice rose to a shriek, then 
immediately diminished into a savage whisper: "some little whore who goes 
around fucking her own cousin? Some little cunt, just spreads her legs... 
and you know what she said to me? Do you? She didn't say a goddamn thing! 
She just laughed in my face! Laughed at me! And then she said, 'how would 
you know about whores, you can't even get it up for me!' She called me 
impotent! I'm not impotent! I've never been impotent in my fucking life! But 
I'm not good enough for her, no, no, she's got to go off and fuck some young 
stud right under my goddamn nose! She doesn't give a shit if I know about 
it. She wants me to know about it. She'd like me to come into the goddamn 
room and watch him while he sticks his fucking cock into her! She doesn't 
give a shit about me at all... " Robert went on and on and on. His voice 
alternately boomed around the room and fell to an almost imperceptible 
whisper. For a moment he would stand absolutely still, breathing heavily and 
wiping his brow as if trying to contain himself. Then something would anger 
him anew, and he would again march bellowing around the room, waving his 
arms and appearing like some demented caricature of a drill instructor. 
Louisa lowered her eyes and forced herself to stare steadily at the 
blankets; she knew instinctively that when Robert recovered he would not 
want to know she had been looking at him. It occurred to her that most women 
would be revolted by such a display of almost feminine weakness, but Louisa 
did not feel revolted at all. Instead she felt even more protective and 
affectionate towards him than she had before. He was such a sweet man, she 
thought, so gentle and innocent and insecure. What Francine had done to him 
was unforgivable; Louisa knew that what he really needed was a woman who 
could watch out for him, who could take care of his emotions. 

And Louisa knew she wanted to be that woman herself. It was terrible, but 
even while he ranted she felt the pouting lips of her tight pussy becoming 
wetter and wetter with her juices, her entire vaginal sheath pulsing with 
the need for copulation. It was as if Robert's misery didn't disturb her at 
all. Instead it excited her, because it meant that he and Francine might 
break up and she would have every handsome, sensitive inch of him all to 
herself. Louisa closed her eyes and clamped her thighs tightly together. No, 
she told herself. She couldn't give in to her desires; she had to do what 
was right, no matter what it cost her personally. 

Suddenly all the fire seemed to vanish from Robert at once. For the 
umpteenth time he shouted that Francine was a whore, a dirty little cunt. 
Then he paused in mid sentence, and his body relaxed as if all the air had 
been let out of it. He turned to Louisa and looked at her silently. His 
expression was gently and utterly desperate; his eyes appeared moist with 
tears. He took a step towards the bed and seemed to hesitate. Then he 
suddenly hurled himself onto it, wrapping his arms around Louisa's waist and 
burying his head into her stomach. 

"Oh Louisa," he sighed. He grimaced in agony, and the tears rolled silently 
down his cheeks. "Louisa, oh God, what am I going to do?" 

"Oh Robert," Louisa sighed. She looked down at him and smiled and ran her 
fingers gently through his hair. The realization that he was hugging her 
like a helpless, vulnerable child made the sense of protectiveness in her 
rise to the point of overflowing; she was about to start crying herself. 
"That's all right, Robert, that's all right.. 

"I can't stand it Louisa, I can't stand it," Robert moaned. "I swear I 
can't. All she ever does is treat me like I'm... like I'm so much dirt. I've 
been as good to her as I can and she just, she just... laughs at me. She 
just calls me names and spits in my face!" 

"It's all right, Robert," Louisa said gently. She looked down at him 
lovingly and tousled his hair. "You can tell me about it. I'll help you. 
It'll be all right, Robert. I promise." 

"And she won't let me do anything with her," Robert continued miserably. "I 
try to be nice to her, I... I try to be a good husband pleasing her and all, 
and she won't even let me kiss her! We haven't slept together, we haven't in 
months, she won't even let me touch her and I need a woman so much. All she 
ever does is treat me like dirt... oh Louisa!" 

Suddenly Robert jumped up from the bed. Before Louisa could stop him, before 
she was even aware of what he was doing, he hurled himself across her body 
and pressed his face tightly against hers. Immediately he began to kiss her 
passionately, sucking her lips with his own and pressing his tongue deeply 
into her mouth. His arm moved up her stomach and he wrapped his hands 
needfully around her enormous bosom through the blankets, hungrily kneading 
and squeezing the soft, resilient flesh of her ample breasts. 

"Robert!" Louisa exclaimed. She gasped in shock and immediately tried to 
push him off of her. "Robert, no! Robert stop it... you can't do this! 
Robert, please!" 

"Please Louisa!" Robert cried desperately. He fondled her breasts and tried 
to kiss her even more hotly. "Oh Louisa I need you, I need you so much! 
Please let me Louisa, please! I've got to do it, oh Louisa please!" 

In spite of Louisa's protests Robert managed to find her mouth with his 
lips. He began to kiss her again, laving his tongue wildly against her own. 
Louisa tried to resist him only a moment longer. Then she felt the 
sensations of arousal grow uncontrollably intense in her loins, and all at 
once the resistance disappeared from her body. She threw her arms around his 
neck and kissed him hungrily, sighing as she felt the lips of her 
hair-fringed pussy swelling with her desire for his body. It didn't matter 
anymore. She knew he was Francine's husband and that what she was allowing 
him to do was terribly wrong, but she could no longer help herself. She 
loved Robert. She wanted to help him and protect him from the world. He 
needed the soft enveloping feminine warmth of her body, the pillow of her 
breasts and the clasping wetness of her pussy, and she wanted to give it to 
him... she wanted to give him all of her more than she'd ever wanted 
anything in her life. 

"All right, Robert," Louisa whispered. She pushed the blankets down to her 
waist, revealing the milk-white flesh of her naked torso and the large, 
jiggling globes of her rounded breasts. Robert immediately clasped her right 
breast in his palm, and Louisa felt a shudder of ravenous passion course 
through her gurgling vagina. She sighed and smiled and ran her fingers 
through his hair, gently pushing his head towards her stiffly distended 
nipples. "All right, Robert, go ahead," she said softly. "I want to do it 
too." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Oh Louisa," Robert murmured. He raised his head and looked at her lovingly, 
his eyes shining with gratitude. Then he returned his attention to her amply 
endowed bosom. Her nipples were gorgeous. The areolas were large and round 
and dusky pink; the nipples seemed to stand a full half-inch from their 
reddish base, distended taut with desire. Robert tightened his hand around 
her right breast and began to knead it gently, squeezing and folding the 
resilient flesh of her mammary. He lowered his head and ran his tongue wetly 
across its ivory smooth surface. His mouth found her nipple and his lips 
encircled it. Then he began to suck it hungrily, pulling at her stiffened 
teat as if he expected to draw milk. 

"Ohhhhh," Louisa moaned. Her face flushed with arousal, and she 
automatically relaxed and closed her eyes. Already Robert's sucking was 
making her extremely horny; she could feel the tingling in her loins growing 
more insistent, the wetness in her pussy seeping down and moistening the 
tender flesh of her inner thighs. "That feels good, darling," Louisa 
whispered. She smiled pleasurably and pressed her palm gently against the 
nape of his neck, encouraging him to suck her nipple harder. 

"Ummmgghhhh," Robert murmured. He continued to suck her breast, and as he 
did so his misery seemed quickly displaced by his lust. His sucking became 
more urgent; Louisa could feel his teeth biting carelessly into the 
sensitive flesh of her glans, the wetness of his saliva luridly coating the 
milk-white flesh of her bosom. Robert pushed his free hand down the firm 
expanse of Louisa's waist, expertly caressing her. He thrust the blankets 
off her entirely. Then he moved his fingers down her lower stomach towards 
the hair-fringed fissure of her virginal pussy. Louisa felt his hand run 
through the fleecy curls of her pubic vee. A second later she felt his 
fingers touch the wetness of her cunt. Robert inserted the tip of his index 
finger into the pouting, moist lips and began to masturbate her gently, 
skillfully titillating the erected pink bud of her clitoris. 

"Unnnhhhhhh," Louisa mewled. Her breath caught in her throat, and her entire 
body tensed and coiled at once. For a moment she wondered if she would be 
able to bear the intense pleasure. She had never had a man caress her like 
this before, and it felt incredibly good; the strange touch of his fingers 
was already infinitely more satisfying than her masturbating had ever been. 
"Oh Robert," Louisa whimpered. She flushed and winced and shook her head on 
the mattress, beginning to writhe uncontrollably as the sensations of 
animalish lust coursed through her loins. Her back tensed and arched; 
instinctively she contracted the muscles of her small, peach shaped buttocks 
and lifted the cheeks off the bed, pushing her lush pubic mound needfully 
into Robert's finger. "Oh darling... oh darling that's so good," she 
whimpered. "Oh Robert... ohhhhhhh... oh darling... ohhhhh... " Robert said 
nothing in response. Any unhappiness he had felt had been completely 
swallowed by the force of his male passion; he seemed to be in a trance. He 
puckered his cheeks and sucked Louisa's swollen breast furiously, tugging 
and milking her stiffly distended nipple as far into his mouth as he could. 
At the same time he pushed the rest of the fingers of his hand into the 
tender juncture of Louisa's long tapering legs. His index finger stroked 
through the sizzling cleft of her pussy more and more wildly. His thumb 
touched the upper side of her clitoris and pressed it gently, making 
Louisa's hips gyrate momentarily on the bed. Then he stiffened his index and 
forefinger and slid them wetly into her tight cunt, inserting them until his 
knuckles touched the outer lips of her hair-fringed vagina. 

"Unngghhh!" Louisa groaned hotly. Her wince immediately evolved into a 
grimace. She no longer felt pitying towards Robert, or at all protective; 
instead she felt extremely horny, and she could hardly wait to have his big 
pulsing organ buried deep inside her. Louisa flared her nostrils and shook 
her head helplessly on the mattress; her face flushed red with her agonizing 
lust, and she unconsciously drew back her lips to bare her teeth. "Oh 
Robert... unnngghh! Unngghhhhh! Unnggghhhh!" She pressed her hand hard into 
his neck and pulled his head into her enormous breasts. Then she suddenly 
threw her milk-white thighs as far apart as they would go, digging her small 
feminine heels into the sides of the bed and wantonly thrusting up the 
nakedly splayed fissure of her cunt into his fingers. "Oh Robert, oh God 
more! More!" she whispered needfully. "Unnngghhhh! Oh God... God... 
unnnggghhhhh!" 

"Are you ready, Louisa?" Robert asked. He thrust his fingers wetly into her 
gurgling slit and looked up at her inquiringly. His face was reddish, and 
beads of sweat stood out on his forehead; he was obviously extremely 
excited. 

"Yes," Louisa said quickly. She averted her eyes and blushed with 
embarrassment; she had never shown her arousal to a man before, and it made 
her feel more naked than actually being without her clothes. "Yes, I'm 
ready. I'm very ready, Robert. Hurry!" 

"All right," Robert panted. He climbed off the bed and quickly pulled off 
his clothes. Louisa blushed and continued staring at the far wall. She could 
feel his weight leaving the mattress, and then she heard the sound of his 
sweater, slacks and shoes being tossed carelessly onto the floor. Louisa 
blushed more deeply and closed her eyes. Her pussy was wet and throbbing 
with her animalish heat, and it made her feel ashamed, ashamed to know that 
all she wanted was Robert's thick erection pounding deep inside her cunt. In 
spite of all her masturbatory fantasies she had never really believed that 
sex would be like this. She had thought it would be tender and loving; 
instead it was purely physical, and though she secretly wanted it that way 
she felt humiliated by her own desires. 

"All right," Robert repeated. 

Louisa opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Immediately she 
felt something give way in her stomach, flooding her cuntal sheath 
completely with the juices of her arousal. Her eyes widened, and her lips 
pursed with shock. Robert was completely naked. His body was lean and hard 
and very masculine; in the light of the bedroom Louisa could see his thick 
muscles gleaming with sweat, the hair matted across his chest and thighs. 
And his penis... his penis was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. 
It seemed to grow endlessly out of the thick tufts of his pubic hair, like 
some gorgeous sexual plant. Louisa stared at the thick, meaty shaft, the 
bulbous cock head twitching luridly against his stomach and the tangle of 
blue veins that ran down the length of the blood-engorged stalk. 

"Oh God," Louisa murmured unconsciously. For a second longer she continued 
to stare blatantly at the stiffened length of Robert's dick, unable to take 
her eyes off it. Then she again rolled onto her back. She splayed her 
milk-white thighs as far apart as they would go and planted her heels firmly 
into the bed, putting herself into the perfect position to have her cunt 
reamed out by the bloated, swollen shaft of his member. The last traces of 
embarrassment and inhibition had vanished from her mind. She felt purely 
horny now, like a dog in heat. All she wanted now was for him to fuck her. 
His cock was so big and hard, and it stood out so stiffly; just looking at 
it made her vagina throb with a force she had never imagined. She didn't 
care if she was a virgin, or if she shouldn't be giving herself to another 
woman's husband. All she knew was that she had to have that gorgeous prick 
inside her, pounding through the clasping wetness of her pussy again and 
again and again. 

"Louisa," Robert said softly. He stared into her eyes, and now it was he who 
appeared embarrassed. "Louisa, I guess you're probably a virgin." 

"Yes," Louisa said. She pushed her fingers between her thighs and 
shamelessly fondled the pouting lips of her pussy, staring at his cock 
blatantly. "Come inside me, Robert," she mewled hotly. "Please darling, come 
inside me right now." 

"Well, if you're a virgin," Robert began. He caught himself and lowered his 
eyes. "Well, it's going to hurt, probably. I mean, we ought to take this 
kind of slowly." 

"I don't care," Louisa said simply. She whimpered and stared at the meaty 
shaft of Robert's erection and rubbed her cunt harder. "Come inside me, 
Robert, please. It doesn't matter. It won't hurt. Just make love to me. Now 
Robert, now!" 

"Oh," Robert said softly. He knitted his forehead and studied Louisa 
carefully, as if he were making some sort of all encompassing judgment. Then 
everything in his manner changed completely. His shy, tentative smile 
stretched into a wicked, confident grin. For the first time he looked at her 
body without any sense of self-consciousness, and as he took in the full 
swell of her breasts, her long tapering legs and the mouthwatering 
curvaceousness of her seventeen-year-old body his entire face seemed to glow 
with lust. 

"I get it," Robert said leeringly. "You just want me to fuck you. Don't 
you?" 

Louisa blushed at the guttural obscenity and averted her eyes. She had been 
raised not to use such words, and hearing them spoken so casually 
embarrassed her. Then the ravenous passion of her desires became more than 
she could stand. She turned her eyes back to Robert's cock and continued to 
openly rub the swollen lips of her pussy, whimpering as the sensations of 
lust grew stronger and stronger in her loins. 

"Yes, Robert," Louisa said. "I want you to fuck me." She thrust her fingers 
into her cunt, masturbating openly to the sight of his throbbing organ. Her 
face was as serious as a junkie preparing a fix; she felt she needed the 
warm stiffness of his dick more than anything in her life. "I want to feel 
your cock in my pussy, Robert," she said, enunciating the words with 
shameless precision. "I want to feel it going back and forth, in my cunt. 
Fuck me, Robert. Fuck me hard!" 

"Well," Robert said. "I guess you do at that." He studied Louisa and 
grinned, amused by the transformation that had overtaken the conservative, 
voluptuous girl from the country. Then he climbed onto the bed. He knelt 
between Louisa's nakedly splayed thighs and stared at her pussy, almost 
salivating as he stared at the pink, virgin lips of her incredibly tight 
vagina. He leaned forward and planted his hands into the mattress to either 
side of her shoulders, steadying himself so that his body was poised over 
hers. Then he gradually lowered his hips, stopping when the spongy, bulbous 
head of his bloated organ touched lewdly against the sizzling cleft of her 
pussy. 

"Unnngghhhhhh!" Louisa mewled lasciviously. Her eyes closed and her entire 
face seemed to glaze over with uncontrollable lust. "Fuck me Robert, fuck 
me!" she whimpered. She grimaced and reached between their bodies for his 
organ, frantically trying to pull it inside her body. "Unnnhhhhhh! Oh 
Robert... please oh please... fuck me!" 

"Whatever you say, Louisa," Robert replied simply. He looked at her 
agonized, contorted expression and grinned lewdly. He felt completely in 
control of the situation; she wanted his body, and he had exactly what she 
needed. Robert lowered his hips and pressed the head of his throbbing 
erection into the moist folds of Louisa's cunt. Immediately he felt her 
vaginal lips clasp hungrily around it, and a deep gasp escaped his throat. 
Her pussy was tighter than he had ever imagined. He had never fucked a 
virgin before, but this would be incredible. It would be like thrusting 
himself into a sexual milking machine. Robert groaned and steadied his hips 
over her. Then he slowly pressed the blue-veined thickness of his organ into 
her, slowly, deliciously sliding his blood-engorged member into the clasping 
warmth of her cunt. 

"Awwwww," Louisa mewled. A deep blush permeated her girlish cheeks, and she 
instinctively gritted her white teeth tight. In spite of her horniness she 
expected Robert's huge cock to hurt her. Her muscles were tense in 
preparation for the pain, the tendons of her hips and knees locked against 
it. Then she felt Robert's organ sliding into her cunt. It didn't hurt at 
all; it was as if her arousal were so ravenous that it had flooded her 
vagina with lubrication, washing away all the restrictions and leaving only 
the pleasure behind. Louisa moaned and smiled wantonly and wriggled her 
hips. She could feel Robert's throbbing member boring into her now, and it 
felt incredible; the walls of her cunt seemed stretched to the point of 
bursting, clasping and sucking tightly at the blue veined shaft in a 
reflexive effort to draw more of it inside her. 

"Unnngghhh," Louisa whimpered. She stopped gritting her teeth and relaxed on 
the mattress. Robert's stiffened prick was still pushing into her; she could 
feel more of it entering her cunt, driving into the very center of her body. 
"Unnnhhhh! Oh Robert! Ohh... ohhhh... fuck me Robert, fuck me!" Louisa 
squealed salaciously. She splayed her milk white thighs as far apart as she 
could and dug her heels hard into the mattress for support. Then she eagerly 
began to buck her hips, shamelessly driving her lush pubic mound into the 
stabbing impalement of Robert's erection. 

"Easy baby, easy," Robert muttered hoarsely. He winced and inserted the last 
inch of his dick into her, burying himself to the hilt in her pussy. For a 
moment he paused to savor the sensations of his first virgin. Her cunt was 
almost painfully tight; he could feel every inch of his massive prick 
encased by the sucking folds of her vagina, milking it deep inside her. 
Robert groaned and tried to steady himself. The combination of Louisa's 
tight pussy and her mouthwateringly voluptuous body were arousing him to the 
point of hysteria; his testicles were completely clotted with the load of 
his semen, and he knew it would not be long before he spurted his cum deep 
into Louisa's womb. Sweating and breathing heavily, Robert tensed his body 
between Louisa's thighs. Then he quickly began to flex the lean cheeks of 
his buttocks, rhythmically sliding the pink shaft of his blood engorged 
member in and out of her hair fringed pussy. 

"Unhunh unhunh unnnnnnhhhhhhhh," Louisa whimpered. Her jaw dropped open with 
the force of her guttural pleasure, and she turned her head to one side. As 
Robert began to hammer his bloated prick into her cunt she could feel every 
pore in her loins driving up to meet him. With every thrust of his cock the 
ecstasy seemed to intensify, becoming more than she could stand. "Fuck me 
Robert, fuck me!" she squealed wantonly. She threw up her long tapering legs 
and wrapped them needfully around his back, hungrily drawing his hips and 
his cock deeper into her. Then she eagerly began to pound her jiggling 
buttocks cheeks off the bed to meet every jarring blow of his meaty 
erection. "Unh Robert! Unnnhhh unhh unhhhh oh God ohhh yes oh I can't stand 
it! Harder Robert harder! Fuck me! Awwwwwwwwww fuck me fuck me as hard as 
you can! Ohhhhh Robert it feels so goood! Unhhh! Unhhhhh unhhhhhh unhhh 
unhhhhhhhh . . " 

"Jesus!" Robert grunted reverently. A deep groan escaped his throat; he felt 
his cheeks coloring like a girl, and the sweat running feverishly down his 
forehead. He had never fucked a woman like this, never in his life! Louisa's 
pussy was so tight and wet, and her vaginal muscles were so strong; she 
could feel them clinging to his organ, contracting lusciously around the 
blue veined stiffness of his cock with every thrust he delivered into her 
body. Robert gritted his teeth and struggled to control himself. The load of 
his sperm was literally churning in his bloated testicles, threatening to 
burst forth in a gusher of creamy white fluid deep into Louisa's body. He 
didn't want that yet... he wanted to keep on balling her... he wanted to 
fuck her as long as he possibly could. 

"God," Robert moaned. He relaxed his hands and let his body sink into the 
ivory smoothness of Louisa's torso. His lips again found the milk white 
flesh of her bosom. Her breasts felt firm and swollen; her nipples were 
distended stiff and hard from her silver dollar sized aureolas, as erect as 
they could possibly get. Robert lowered his mouth to her right nipple and 
began to suck it much harder than before, drawing the taut tip deep into his 
mouth and chewing hungrily on the sensitive skin. At the same time he 
redoubled the movement of his hips between her willingly parted thighs. He 
hammered his blood engorged member into her gurgling pussy in an animalistic 
frenzy of lust, fucking her as hard as he could. 

"Awwwwwwwww!" Louisa shrieked. Her body stiffened and her breathing stopped 
momentarily, as if she could not stand the genital heat that raged through 
her loins. Then her cheeks regained their color, and shameless smile of 
sexual pleasure spread across her face. She had it all now, everything her 
body had pleaded for. Robert was fucking her extremely hard. She could feel 
the big hard shaft of his organ boring rhythmically into her, driving deep 
into her belly and hammering wetly through the pouting lips of her pussy. 
With every stroke the upper side of his organ touched the throbbing bud of 
her clitoris, sending exquisite waves of sensation coursing through her hips 
and cunt and belly. Louisa groaned and whimpered and wrapped her legs more 
tightly around his heaving back, concentrating all of her thoughts into the 
delicious rhythm of their fucking. Her entire body tingled and shuddered 
with lust, and every thrust of Robert's rock hard member gave her new 
pleasure; she knew she was going to cum very soon. 

Then Louisa felt herself beginning to orgasm. The flush of her cheeks spread 
down to her chest and shoulders, coloring the jiggling orbs of her breasts a 
rosy pink. She felt her muscles tighten and her back arch, needfully 
thrusting her gurgling slit all the way over his throbbing erection. Louisa 
whimpered helplessly, threw her arms around Robert's shoulders and held him 
as close as she could. The sweat beaded luridly over her face, and she was 
breathing so hard she could hear herself panting. Any second, she thought, 
any second. 

Then the spasms overtook her. "Unnngghhhhhh!" Louisa moaned. Her nostrils 
flared with animalish desire, and she shook her head helplessly on the 
mattress. "Fuck me Robert! Unh unhhhh I'm cumming Robert fuck me! 
Awwwwwwwwwwwww yes yes I can feel it I'm cuummming! Awwwwwww... awwwwwww... 
nnnggghhhhh I'm cumming cuuuummmiiiinnnngggggggg! Awwwwwwwww... 
awwwwwwwww... awwwwwww... " The spasms of orgasm racked Louisa's body again 
and again. For a second they were so intense they were actually painful. 
Robert's engorged member felt so large in her virginal pussy; the sharp 
contracting of her vaginal muscles around his bloated prick made her thighs 
ache and her stomach knot with the effort. Then it was as if a dam had been 
broken, and the only thing remaining within her was the delicious pleasure 
of consummation. As the spasms subsided Louisa mewled wantonly and relaxed 
her limbs; a shameless smile of fulfilled desire spread across her face. 

"Oh Robert," Louisa sighed giddily. She clasped her arms around his neck and 
kissed him hotly, wetly thrusting her tongue in his mouth in gratitude for 
the sexual ecstasy he had given her. She could still feel his organ 
throbbing stiffly inside her, as hard and erect as a steel poker, and she 
knew that within a few minutes she would be ready to fuck him all over 
again. Louisa smiled adoringly and looked shyly into Robert's eyes. She felt 
more satisfied than ever before in her life, and she needed to know that he 
felt satisfied too. 

But Robert did not look happy or satisfied at all. Instead there was 
something in his face that Louisa had never seen before. He was smiling at 
her, but his smile was neither innocent nor grateful; he did not appear at 
all like the Robert she had learned to love. He looked like a sadist, 
almost. His smile was more like a wicked, licentious grin; there was a 
strange gleam in his eyes that seemed as if it could never be satisfied by 
anything. 

"Robert," Louisa said softly. She studied his face and felt her own 
happiness cloud over; her muscles tightened with instinctive, unstated fear. 
"Robert, darling, what is it? What's the matter?" 

"Nothing's the matter," Robert replied simply. His voice wasn't the same 
either; it was cold and confident and vaguely contemptuous. "Nothing's the 
matter at all. Why don't you look at the door?" 

A deep shudder of fear ran up Louisa's spine. She averted her eyes and 
looked at the floor, for a second trying to think of nothing at all. She 
knew what was going to happen next; she knew they were no longer alone in 
the room, and she knew who would be watching them. It was impossible that 
she should know anything, but there was no doubt in her mind. Ever since 
Robert and Francine had come to the farm, ever since she had first felt 
attracted to him, she had sensed subliminally the shame and degradation that 
had been coming for her all the long. 

Finally Louisa raised her eyes and looked at the door. It was open, as she 
had expected. A blush of humiliation coursed through her cheeks. She bit her 
lower lip and opened her eyes wide, shocked and surprised in spite of 
herself. "Oh no," she whispered softly. "Oh my God. No." 

It was Francine and Michael. They were standing in the doorway, smiling at 
her, openly taking pleasure in the spectacle of her naked body pressed 
against Robert. Both of them were completely naked. For the first time 
Louisa could see Francine's figure, and she realized why Robert had married 
her: she was slender and shapely and beautifully tanned, the very picture of 
sexual excitement. Michael was the perfect match for her. His body was lean 
and hard and rugged, showing all the years of hard labor he had put into the 
farm. As he stared at her, stared lustfully at his own sister, his cock was 
completely hard. It was long and thick and stiff, even bigger than Robert's. 
Louisa could see its meaty length emerging from his loins like an iron 
battering ram; the spongy, bulbous head beating stiffly with its engorgement 
of blood. 

"Hi ya, sis," Michael said crudely. He grinned at Louisa and exchanged a 
meaningful glance with Francine. They both entered the room. Michael closed 
the door behind them. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Mi-Michael," Louisa said breathlessly. She dug her fingers fearfully into 
Robert's hips and looked frantically around the room, hoping to see some 
sign of decency or restraint in their faces. But there was none. Louisa 
shuddered and wriggled on the mattress. She was beginning to feel very 
afraid. Her hips and buttocks were painfully taut; she could feel the inner 
muscles of her vagina contracting around the bloated shaft of Robert's 
erection. "Michael, what... what are you doing here? You know you're not 
supposed to come into my room... like this." 

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Michael said harshly. He stepped away 
from Francine and walked to the foot of the bed, staring openly at his 
sister's naked body. There was something in his expression that Louisa had 
never seen before. Francine had changed him; he looked cold and wicked and 
terribly strong, like there was nothing that could stop him from achieving 
his sexual desires. 

"You think I just came in here to have a conversation?" he continued 
bluntly. His voice was tinged with a mixture of anger and excitement; Louisa 
could see him sweating profusely, as if he were feverish. "Yeah; maybe we 
could just sit around and talk about livestock, with none of our clothes." 
He laughed shortly and glanced at Francine; she smiled subtly and leaned 
against the wall. Michael shook his head slowly. "Unh-unh, baby sister. I've 
wanted you for a long time. You and that big beautiful body of yours. And 
now I'm going to have you." 

"Oh," Louisa said softly. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, then 
opened them again and stared vaguely at the floor. Suddenly she realized 
that all her worst fears were about to come true. They were so terrible that 
she had never admitted them to herself overtly, but her unconscious had 
known of them all the long. Her own brother was going to fuck her. He was 
going to simply and cruelly take her, ravish her for his own pleasure 
against her will, and he was going to do it in front of two people who would 
feel no sympathy for her whatever. Robert wouldn't help her. Even before 
he'd begun his seduction Louisa had known deep down inside that he wasn't 
sincere, that he was only pretending insecurity and helplessness because he 
knew it was the best way to have sex with her. He was actually no better 
than any other man she'd ever met. 

"Michael, please," Louisa began desperately. She raised her eyes and tried 
to control herself to look at her brother without crying. Her entire body 
seemed to have deserted her will entirely; her hands and legs shook 
noticeably, her stomach muscles tightened and knotted as if she were about 
to urinate uncontrollably, even with Robert's tumescent organ buried deep 
inside her. She felt like she was about to be raped in an alley. "Michael 
please, I'm your sister," she said softly. "Don't do this to me, Michael. 
Please don't... give me a chance." 

Michael shook his head and grinned at her wickedly. "But I want to do it, 
Louisa, don't you see?" he said harshly. He walked to the side of the bed 
and stared lustfully at her mouthwatering nakedness. Louisa could see his 
organ growing even more erect, throbbing stiffly against his stomach. "All 
these years," he continued. "All these years of looking at you and wanting 
you, and I never did a goddamn thing about it." Michael dropped his hand to 
the milk-white flesh of Louisa's thigh and stroked it adoringly, as if he 
were patting a thoroughbred horse. "I used to jack off thinking about you; 
did I ever tell you that, little sister? Ever since you turned fourteen... I 
used to think about those big fine tits of yours, those long legs and that 
sweet little pussy, and I'd get so horny I'd do it again and again. But I 
never touched you, didn't even try. No; you were a virgin. You're my sister. 
I'm not supposed to do anything like that, am I?" 

"Michael, please," Louisa repeated helplessly. She winced with embarrassment 
and looked at her brother pleadingly. But he didn't seem aware of her 
feelings at all. His face was angry and feverish. He didn't seem to be aware 
of Robert's presence on the bed at all, or anything besides her incredibly 
voluptuous body. It sounded as if he was speaking of some horrible oppressor 
that was finally about to be vanquished. 

"Don't 'please Michael' me, little sister," Michael said harshly. He glared 
angrily at Louisa for a moment, then raised his eyes and studied the 
ceiling; when he continued it was as if she had not interrupted him at all. 
"All those years," he said. "All those years of thinking about you and 
wanting you, and not doing a thing. And it was perfect after they died, too. 
I mean," Michael shrugged and laughed, "we were all alone out here. Ain't 
nobody else around here going to keep us company except each other." Michael 
leered strangely. "We could have kept each other company real good, little 
sister. Every day and every night; we wouldn't have needed no other boy or 
girl at all. And we're going to start doing it, right now. Because I'm going 
to fuck you, little sister. I'm going to fuck you just as much as I want 
from here on in, and no matter what you say or do I'm going to keep on 
fucking you more!" 

"Michael, no!" Louisa squealed. As she watched Michael's tortured, agonized 
expression her eyes filled with tears, and she knew she was about to start 
crying. Suddenly she writhed on the bed and tried to shake Robert's body off 
of her. She wanted to touch her brother; she didn't know why, but somehow 
she just wanted to touch him. She didn't hate him for what he said, or even 
feel disgusted. Instead it only made her love him all the more, as she 
always did towards people who were weakened and hurt by something they had 
no control over. In a way she knew that if he had confronted her with his 
feelings earlier she would probably have let him make love to her. There was 
nothing she wouldn't do for someone she loved. 

But Louisa's gesture was misinterpreted, and her hand never touched her 
brother's arm. Suddenly it was as if a switch had been thrown and the entire 
room exploded into action. In one quick motion Robert turned over the bed, 
lying on his back and positioning Louisa over him, his meaty erection buried 
in her pussy and the rounded cheeks of her buttocks lifted provocatively in 
the air. Francine walked from the rear of the room to the side of the bed. 
She still said nothing, but Louisa could see her expression from the corner 
of her eye; it appeared excited and lecherous, like she was about to take 
pleasure in watching another woman get raped. 

Then Michael climbed onto the bed. He knelt between Louisa's nakedly splayed 
thighs with his hips poised over the ivory smooth cheeks of her buttocks. 
There was a long pause; Louisa could feel his eyes on her, could feel his 
gaze hungrily running over the back of her perfectly formed legs, her long 
thick blonde hair and the peach shaped cheeks of her ass. Then she felt his 
hands dig into the flesh of her buttocks. His fingers splayed the cheeks 
wide apart, exposing the puckered ring of her anus. 

"Michael!" Louisa shrieked. She grimaced and tried to turn her head on 
Robert's chest. For the first time it occurred to her that her brother might 
intend to take her there, and the thought filled her with intense physical 
fear. He couldn't, she thought, he just couldn't "Michael, what are you 
doing?" she cried hysterically. "Michael what are you going to do?!?!" 

'It's the sweetest tightest hole in all the world, Louisa," Michael said 
lewdly. "Francine taught me all about it. It's the very best for the man, 
and believe me, it's just as good for the woman too. Besides, I mean, if I'm 
going to initiate you I might as well go all the way." 

There was another pause. Louisa could still feel her brother's eyes on her, 
hungrily staring at the pink, hairless sphincter of her anal muscle. Then 
she felt his finger thrust into the rubbery grip of her rectum. A deep blush 
of mingled shock and embarrassment colored her cheeks; her eyes widened to 
golf ball size and she immediately began to writhe furiously on the bed, 
trying vainly to escape the inevitability of the sodomistic ravishment. He 
was going to take her there, she thought disbelievingly. He was actually 
going to fuck her up the ass! 

"Michael stop it!" Louisa shrieked hysterically. She gritted her teeth and 
began to pummel his fists wildly on Robert's chest, wriggling her hips in an 
effort to loose the thick trunk of his engorged member from her pussy. 
"Michael you can't! Awwwwwwwww Michael please you're hurting me!" 

"Don't worry, baby sister," Michael said wickedly. "I promise it won't hurt 
for very long." He giggled and continued to thrust his finger back and forth 
through her asshole, loosening her bowel tract for the size of his erected 
prick. "Mmmmmm, you've got a tight one, Louisa," he said. "This should 
really feel good!" Michael stiffened his index finger and thrust it hard 
into her anus, burying it until his knuckle touched the sizzling cleft of 
her nakedly splayed buttocks. 

"Unnnggghhh! Michael stop it, awwwwwww! Stop it right now!" Louisa 
whimpered. She could feel her brother's finger twitching luridly within the 
fleshy lips of her asshole, pressing against the sides of her rectal sheath. 
It didn't feel good at all; it felt humiliating, like she was a little girl 
again and all her playmates had ganged up on her to play an unspeakably 
cruel joke. Louisa tightened her buttocks and tried to push her hips into 
Robert, wanting to get away from Michael's finger. "Michael I'm your 
sister," she pleaded helplessly. "Your sister Michael unnngghh your own 
sister! Don't rape your sister don't... unnghh! Ohhhhhhh!" 

But Michael ignored her completely. Instead he worked his finger through her 
anal sheath harder and faster, darting it through the puckered ring of her 
rectum like some obscene hypodermic needle. Then suddenly his finger went 
away. Louisa tensed and gritted her teeth, preparing herself for what she 
knew would come next. A moment later she felt her brother's thighs touch the 
jiggling orbs of buttocks cheeks. His biceps touched her shoulders, and his 
hands dug into the mattress to either side of her; she could feel his breath 
coming hotly against her neck as he leaned over her. Then she felt something 
bulbous and spongy and very big press against the pink sphincter of her 
asshole, and she knew what was going to happen next. 

"Michael no! No no no no no!" Louisa shrieked fearfully. She whimpered and 
gyrated her hips as hard as she could, trying to pull her anus away from the 
length of his blood-engorged member. "Let me go Michael! Awwwwwww! Let me 
go! Robert you bastard! Let go of me right now." 

"Ahhhhh," Michael sighed. He repositioned his cock head against her asshole, 
inserting just enough of the tip so that she would be unable to get away 
from him. Then he paused. He looked down at the bare, milk-white cheeks of 
his sister's ass, and a lurid grin of expectation curled his lips broadly. 
He could see the tight, puckered lips of her rectum encircling the tip of 
his massive prick, encasing it like a small, hot mouth. Already he could 
feel the muscles of her anus contracting feverishly around his swollen 
glans, and the sensation was incredible; he knew that when he came his 
orgasm would be complete, harder than ever before, even with Francine. 
Michael chuckled and steadied himself behind Louisa's helpless nakedness, 
expertly positioning his hips so that he would be in the perfect position to 
drive his meaty erection into her most forbidden orifice. Then he slowly 
flexed his lean buttocks, sliding the first several inches of his 
blood-engorged member into the rubbery grip of her rectum. 

"Unnnngggghhh!" Louisa grunted sharply. All the air seemed to leave her 
lungs at once. She felt suddenly weak and faint; her cheeks colored, and she 
unconsciously began to relax against Robert's body. She could feel Michael's 
huge organ driving into her, and it seemed to overwhelm everything; only a 
third of it was inside her, but the walls of her bowel tract felt as if they 
were stretched to the bursting point. Louisa groaned and writhed against 
Robert's chest, trying to pull away. She was being raped, she thought 
vaguely; her own brother was raping her up the ass, and her cousin and her 
husband were enjoying it just as much as he was. "No," Louisa mewled softly. 
Her eyes moistened with tears, and her face contorted into an agonized 
expression as she helplessly began to cry. "No Michael, oh nooo... 
unnggghhhh! Michael take it out of me... oh Michael it's too big... 
un-nnnggghhhh! Michael... unn... unnggg-hhhhhh!" 

"Awwww, shit!" Michael muttered crudely. His face contorted in an expression 
of agonized passion, and a deep shudder coursed up his spine. Groaning, he 
lowered his eyes and stared at his twitching dick. He could see over half of 
it embedded in his sister's virgin anus, and the sight of her fleshy anal 
lips stretched around the blue veined stiffness of his member made him even 
hornier than before. Her asshole was so tight... the walls of her anal 
sheath seemed to cling to his meaty thickness like a milking machine, 
instinctively tugging and milking the load of his sperm out of his balls. 
Michael grunted and revolved his hips in a small circle, trying to loosen 
her bowel tract so he could get more of his cock inside her. But it was 
useless; her anus was so tight that he'd have to hammer his way in brutally 
if he was to get all of his cock inside her at all. Michael flexed his 
buttocks and steeled his hips in preparation. Then with one savage thrust he 
hammered his loins against the fleshy cheeks of his sister's rounded ass, 
driving every inch of his bloated organ into the clasping warmth of her 
forbidden bowel tract. 

"UnnnngggghhhhhhhF' Louis grunted sharply. The muscles in her hips tensed to 
the point of cramping. Immediately unbearable waves of pain coursed through 
her rectum, knotting her stomach and making her loins ache with the size of 
her brother's prick inside her. "Michael!" she shrieked hysterically. Her 
pretty face contorted in an expression of pure agony, and her lips drew back 
to bare her teeth and gums. She tried to make herself start struggling 
again, but it was impossible; the pain was too much. 
"Unnnnngggggg-hhhhhhhhh! Michael stop... unnnnngg-hhhhh uunnn-ggghhhhhhhhh! 
"Unnnnn-gggghhhhhhhhhh! Michael stop... unnnnngghhhh uunnnnnnggggg-hhhhhhhh! 
Aaaaaaarrrrgggggg-hhhhhhhh Michael you're killing me! Awwwwwwwwwww take it 
out Michael take it... unnngghhhhhh!" 

"Unnn-ggghhhhhhh Jesus!" Michael grunted happily. He winced and closed his 
eyes, savoring the sensation of having all his engorged member buried in the 
clinging lips of his sister's bowel tract. He could feel the walls of her 
anus contracting around his stiffened erection, instinctively clasping 
around his blue veined shaft again and again. With a deep gasp Michael 
raised his hips, withdrawing the length of his throbbing member until only 
the bulbous head distended Louisa's asshole. Then he thrust it all the way 
in again. Groaning, sighing, he began to grind his hips in the rhythmic 
convulsions of fucking, thrusting his aching cock faster and faster into the 
rubbery grip of her rectum. "Come on Robert," he whispered savagely. "Fuck 
her cunt Robert... ohhhhh... unnnngggg-hhhhhh! Fuck her cunt hard, fuck her 
as hard as you can!" 

"Yeah!" Robert said fiercely. It was the first word he had spoken since 
Michael and Francine had entered the room. His forehead and cheeks were 
covered with sweat, and his breathing was extremely heavy; it looked as if 
it had taken all his effort to restrain his orgasm so the sandwiching of 
Louis would be complete. Robert dug his fingers into the naked flesh of 
Louisa's hips and steadied himself beneath her, adjusting the bloated shaft 
of his erection within the pouting lips of her moist pussy. Then he quickly 
began to slide his twitching prick rhythmically into her cunt, timing his 
strokes so that he would meet Michael's rhythm perfectly. 

Then they were both fucking her at once, furiously hammering their two 
pronged cock into her cunt and asshole in an animalistic frenzy of sadistic 
lust. Louisa groaned and relaxed completely between them helplessly 
relinquishing her body to the savagery of their ravishment. With every 
movement of Michael's hips his engorged member seemed to drive further into 
her bowels, and the pain was still incredible; it felt as if she were being 
operated on without an anesthetic, as if hard male fingers were digging deep 
inside her body and there was nothing she could do to stop them. But even 
the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation of being raped so wantonly. 
Louisa whimpered and let her head rest against Robert's brawny chest. Her 
eyes became full and wet, and the tears began to run down her cheeks. They 
were just raping her. All of Robert's pretended insecurity and sensitivity 
had amounted to nothing; it had been just a ploy to seduce her with. Her own 
brother didn't care about her at all, and neither did Francine. All they 
cared about was her body. They just wanted to fuck her. Her breasts and 
thighs, her face and hips and belly; they were just something for them to 
suck and lick and fondle, something else to give them pleasure, as if there 
was no soul behind her body parts at all. She was just a slave to them: a 
silly little seventeen year old girl with a desirable body, who could be 
shackled to the nearest bed and fucked repeatedly until her body had taken 
as much sperm as they had to give. And her own brother... her own brother 
felt that way about her too. 

"Harder!" Robert muttered savagely. He dug his fingernails into the sides of 
Louisa's plump buttocks cheeks and managed to increase the tempo of his 
fucking, furiously driving his throbbing erection deeper and deeper into her 
cunt. His cock twitched excitedly inside her; the walls of her pussy seemed 
to suck at the stiffness of his organ like a pair of human lips, making the 
orbs of his bloated balls clot with their gorgement of cum. "Harder goddam 
it, harder!" he muttered, gritting his teeth. "Fuck it... can't stand this 
much longer... fuck her harder!" 

"Nnnnnggghhhhh awww-wwww!" Michael groaned. He bit his lower lip and lifted 
his head and shuddered all over, unable to bear the sensations of Louisa's 
rectum clasping around his massive prick. Her asshole wasn't so tight 
anymore. Her whole anal sheath had been bathed in her lubricating juices, 
and with every thrust of his dick he could feel it getting wetter and 
wetter. Michael grinned sadistically and leaned over Louisa's helpless body 
so he could whisper in her ear. "You like it now, don't you little sister?" 
he said cruelly. "You can't fool me, Louisa! I know you like it!" 

"Ohhhhhhh," Louisa moaned. Her brother's words made her cry even harder; she 
grimaced, averted her eyes and nestled her head against Robert's chest. She 
could hardly even feel their cocks stabbing into her anymore. It was as if 
her body had been abandoned by her mind entirely, leaving her alone with the 
suffering of her humiliation. Louisa closed her eyes and whimpered. They 
were raping her, just raping her. She couldn't get the idea of it out of her 
mind, and she knew she never would. She'd never be the same again. 

Then, suddenly, Louisa realized that she was starting to enjoy it. Her first 
reaction was one of utter shock. She opened her eyes wide and willed herself 
absolutely motionless, listening disbelievingly to the sensations that now 
coursed through her loins. Her brother's cock in her asshole didn't hurt 
anymore. Instead the ravaged aching had been displaced by a guttural, 
insistent throbbing that seemed to fill her up completely, becoming more 
pleasurable by the moment. Her rectal muscles had adjusted to the length and 
thickness of his enormous organ, lubricating herself with the flow of her 
juices. Now they seemed to cling hungrily around his swollen prick, as if 
trying to tug it deep inside her bowels. Because she wanted him to fuck her 
asshole now, wanted him to thrust his erection meatily into her rectum. It 
felt good; her body wanted the pleasure, again and again and again. 

"Ohhhhhhh," Louisa moaned. She winced and moved slightly between Michael and 
Robert's bodies. She knew she couldn't allow herself to show them her 
pleasure; if they knew that it would be the same as signing her own contract 
in slavery, because they would know that whatever they did to her she would 
wind up enjoying in the end. Louisa shuddered and bit her lip, struggling to 
restrain herself. The feelings of wanton arousal that coursed through her 
body were becoming more delicious by the moment. The muscles of her cunt and 
asshole clung wetly to the two-pronged cock hammering inside her, and 
secretly she wanted them to fuck her even harder; she'd never felt pleasure 
like this in her life. But she couldn't show it. No, Louisa commanded 
herself. She held her breath and willed her body rigid; whatever she did she 
couldn't allow them a single sign. 

"Does it feel good, Louisa?" a familiar female voice asked to her right. 
"Does it feel good?" 

In spite of herself Louisa turned her head. It was Francine. All the time 
Michael had been fucking her she had been standing silently next to the bed, 
greedily taking in the spectacle of the sodomistic ravishment. Now her legs 
were planted wide apart, and her hand was moving feverishly between her lush 
pubic fissure. As Louisa watched her Francine masturbated shamelessly; her 
thumb gyrated rhythmically around the erected bud of her clitoris, her 
fingers thrust wantonly into the gurgling slit of her vagina. 

"Does it feel good, Louisa?" Francine repeated. Her aloof, sophisticated 
expression was contorted with lust; she looked almost like a seedy Peeping 
Tom. "Does it feel good? Does it Louisa? Does it?" 

Louisa stared speechlessly at Francine for a full five seconds. Then it was 
as if something had broken deep inside her mind, and she no longer had any 
control over her words or actions. It was so obscene. Michael and Robert 
raping her like this, and Francine watching. It was like her worst sexual 
nightmares all coming true at once, and now that they had she found that 
they had really been ecstatic dreams all the long. Because it felt so good. 
It felt so incredibly good, and she just couldn't help herself any longer. 

"Unnnngghhhhhhh," Louisa moaned. Her face flushed with the heat of her 
ravenous passion, and she flared her nostrils with lust. Then she quickly 
began to pound her lithe hips between Michael and Robert's bodies, eagerly, 
shamelessly meeting every savage stroke of their huge two pronged prick. 
"Unnngggghhhhhhhh! Fuck me!" she whimpered. She threw her arms around 
Robert's shoulders and kissed him hotly, salaciously thrusting her tongue 
deep into his mouth. "Unnnnh unh unh it feels so good! Fuck me Michael! Fuck 
my asshole! Awwwwwwwww yes yes fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as you can!" 

"Jesus!" Michael exclaimed. He grinned and shook his head, unable to believe 
his sister's rapid metamorphosis. Then he began to move his hips in a blur, 
fucking her tight rectum with all the raw masculine power he had inside him. 
"You love it now Louisa!" he said wickedly. "Yeah, you love it!" 

"Awwwwwwww!" Louisa shrieked. Her face contorted with agonized desire, and 
she began to breathe furiously, like a sweating horse. "Harder Michael!" she 
commanded. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me with your big dick Michael I'm going to 
cum! Unhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhh!" Louisa wriggled the globes of her shuddering 
breasts on Robert's chest and kissed him more needfully, buried her tongue 
in his throat. Her nipples were distended stiffly against his skin, and her 
pussy and asshole were flooded with her juices. She needed all of it... 
every inch of their cocks... every bit. "Harder!" she burbled. 
"Unnnngggg-hhhhhhhh fuck me harder! I'm going to cum Michael! Awwwwwwwww I'm 
going to cum!" 

Then Louisa felt the torrent of Robert's sperm erupt into her cunt. It 
seemed to gush out of his twitching dick in an endless white stream, 
spurting and shooting a full pint of seminal fluid into her womb. She could 
feel it inside her, wetly bursting against the walls of her hair fringed 
pussy, and she could see his agonized expression as he orgasmed furiously 
beneath her. It was more than she could take. The load of Robert's seed, and 
her brother's throbbing erection pounding through the rubbery grip of her 
tender asshole; it was the most incredible pleasure she had ever known. 
Louisa's body suddenly stiffened all over. 

Her nipples grew painfully taut, and her back arched of its own volition, 
thrusting her jiggling buttocks into the stabbing impalement of Michael's 
member. Then she began to grind frantically between them, wanting every inch 
of their thick, hard, big pricks inside her body for her orgasm. 

"Fuck me Michael, fuck me!" she squealed. "Awwwww Michael I'm cumming! I can 
feel it... unnggg-hhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me I'm cumming! I'm going to cum! 
Awwwwwwwwwwww AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUCK ME I'M CUMMING! NNNNNGGGG-GGGGGGGGGG 
HHHHHHHH I'M CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMIIIIIGG!" 

The orgasmic spasms coursed through Louisa's ravaged loins repeatedly. For 
several moments she remained absolutely motionless, her eyes closed and her 
breathing stopped, stiffening as the pleasure overtook her completely. Then 
all the air ran out of her lungs, and she relaxed completely on Robert's 
chest. Michael's rampant erection was still pounding through her rectum, and 
it felt good; she could tell by the twitching of his cockhead that he was 
about to cum too. Louisa sighed dreamily and closed her eyes. The voice of 
her conscience told her that she had just sold herself into slavery through 
her actions, but she had a hard time taking it seriously. All she knew was 
her own pleasure, the sense of consummation that tingled through her own 
body. Robert and Francine and Michael had wanted to fuck her, and they had. 
She'd enjoyed it. There was nothing she could do about enjoying it now, and 
she didn't really want to. In the next week and a half she could let the 
three of them fuck her constantly. Robert was very horny for her, and Louisa 
could hardly wait to do something with Francine. And when they left... 
Louisa giggled and smiled shamelessly in expectation. Well, from now on she 
and Michael would have more to do than take care of the farm together. That 
was for sure. 


THE END
