"The farmer_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER SEVEN

That morning her father was more quarrelsome than ever. He barely listened to any conversation over breakfast that was directed his way. And when he did, it was answered with barely audible grunts and accusing glances. He also seemed, to Alma Mae, to be operating in some near dreamlike state that had eliminated everyone in his family from his consciousness.

To top it all off, he insisted that he couldn't stay home from work after all that day, as originally planned.

Everyone accepted his decision without any undue comment, except Rosebud. "Why not? You promised. You said you were going to stay home all day today."

"Because I can't, that's all. Don't you understand, Goddammit, I can't any more!" he roared, and stomped from the kitchen.

"Fuck him," hissed Rosebud. "Fuck you!" she cursed his retreating back.

"Rosebud," Alma said, "you got no reason to talk like that."

"The shit I haven't," said Rosebud, and turned to Able as if to say that she wanted no more said about the incident. "Able, honey… when you finish eatin' why don't you come on upstairs and help me pack the rest of my clothes to take back to Memphis."

"Okay," Able said, smiling after his sister as she left the kitchen. The exchange of looks between them left no doubt in Alma Mae's mind as to what would be expected of Able once he reached the bedroom and Rosebud's waiting body.

"Well, I'll go into town and get the rest of the stuff for the shindig tomorrow," Gussie said, also leaving the room, but pausing at the screen door. "You wanna come with me, Alma Mae, honey?"

"No… I'd better stay here and start fixin' the things we already got."

"Suit yourself. Shit, it's already hotter 'n… probably be a hundred or better before the day's out." She let the screen door slam loudly behind her.

Able waited until Aunt Gussie was out of earshot and then he spoke with more animation than Alma had ever seen in him. "Alma… Alma, I got somethin' I just got to talk to ya about!"

"What?"

"Betcha don't know what I did last night."

"Whatta ya mean?"

"I fucked Aunt Gussie."

Alma Mae almost told him that she already knew it all but decided against the bother when he launched into the whole night's story in lurid detail before leaving her an opening to speak.

She listened with half an ear as she cleared the table and did the dishes. But hearing just that much of Able's tale did strange things to her. She became both revolted and excited by his detailed account of Aunt Gussie's body and the wondrous things they did together.

"You ain't hearin' a thing I'm sayin'," Able pouted, at last noticing her preoccupation with the dishes.

"Yes, I am. With all the good time you had with Aunt Gussie I'm surprised you had anything left for Rosebud when she sneaked downstairs."

"I didn't."

"Oh," Alma said, "then you disappointed her?"

"Nab," Able replied. "She never came downstairs all night. I ain't done nothin' with Rosebud since she got here. But I'm goin' to now," he said, pushing himself away from the table.

Alma's brows knitted in perplexity. If Rosebud hadn't joined Able and Gussie downstairs the previous night, then where in the world had she been? Could she have been just running around the house naked all that time? In her mind, Alma tried to remember the time and the look on Rosebud's face just before she slipped beneath the covers, but Able's insistent yammering broke into her concentration.

"… and Aunt Gussie says she wants me to come up to Memphis an' live with them. She says I can do most anything I want to. I can have all the new clothes I want, a car as soon's I'm old enough, and best of all, I can sleep and fuck most every night, right out in the open, with her an' Rosebud. An' that ain't all, Alma Mae, she says them women that work for her are just like she is… they only fuck them men for money so's they can live good. What they really like to do is fuck young ones like me. Just think a that, Alma Mae… older women wantin' me to diddle 'em all the time! Sheeeeeit!"

Alma Mae's mind and body surged with instant anger. How dare he, she thought. How could he just go away and leave their father just when he was at the lowest ebb in his life?

She turned on him, fully intending to rip him apart with fury. His eyes were glazed, misty with some faraway look. Alma remembered that look.

She had seen it in his face when he was fucking her and had just reached the peak of his orgasm.

She remained silent.

"They want you to come too, Alma Mae. You can make a lot of money."

"No, Able… I couldn't do that."

"Well… suit yourself," he said, and bounced from the room.

Alma couldn't help but think how close his tone and wards had been to Aunt Gussie's as she had left. As she went on with her household duties for the remainder of the morning, she thought more and more about Able and Memphis. By noon she had accepted it. She realized that, for a sexually minded boy of Able's age, the lure of older women throwing themselves into bed with him would be much too much to resist.

The day dragged by filled with cleaning, making sandwiches, and doing the other million-and-one things that had to be done for the next day's picnic.

Able and Rosebud went down to the river for a swim. By the time they returned, Alma had nearly finished her work and it was approaching six o'clock.

"We're goin' back upstairs an'… play," Rosebud said, leaning casually against the kitchen doorjamb, rubbing her hands up and down her body. "Wanna… come?"

"I gotta little more to do," Alma replied.

"Suit yourself," Rosebud said, and left.

There it was again, Alma thought. That was what everyone was doing around here: suiting themselves without thinking about anyone else.

She finished what needed to be done and climbed the stabs. Her mind was tired from the mental anguish of the day and her body wasn't ready for anything other than rest and a bath. Still, she found it hard to resist going into the bedroom where she could hear Able and Rosebud. From the screams and groans of ecstatic passion coming from the room Alma could almost see the wild sexual games taking place behind the door.

She moved on down the hall to her father's room and closed the door behind her. Carelessly she flopped on the bed. She could still hear the sounds coming from the next room. It unnerved her, but the thought of fucking with anyone but Rafer at that moment was repulsive to her for some reason.

She thought of calling Rafer but she didn't know where they could go. Somehow she didn't want to make love to him alongside, or even in the same house, with Able and Rosebud. She forced her mind away from any sexual feelings or emotions and eventually dropped off to sleep.

The windows were dark with night when the loud noise awakened her. She knew, instinctively, that someone was in the room with her, but she could see no shape or form in the dim light. Sliding from the bed she snapped on the light, and then she saw him.

Her father was stretched out on the floor on his back, his mouth sagging open, his breathing heavy, coming in great gasps from his throat. At first she thought he might be seriously hurt, but when she bent over, close to his face, she realized that he was drunk and had passed out.

She couldn't understand it… it seemed impossible. Her father rarely drank. His troubles and worries had bothered him before, but never enough to make him stay in town after work and drink himself into such a state of drunkenness.

Alma went next door to her own room to get Rosebud's help. The room was empty. Back in the hall, she called to Gussie. There was no answer.

She went back into his room and, slowly, inch by inch, managed to pull the groaning but lifeless form up onto the bed. She removed his shoes and started to leave, but noticing the dirty state of his sweat-stained work clothes, she returned to the bed and pulled his shirt, socks and trousers from his body.

Again she started to leave, but the memory of her father's huge cock, naked and hard, in the bathroom, drew her back to his side with a morbid fascination. She rolled his shorts halfway down his hips until the flaccid cock rolled free above the elastic rim.

Her mind told her to roll the shorts on down, off his legs, and cover his body with the light summer quilt. But her hands took on a life of their own. The fingertips ran lightly up and down the wrinkled skin of her father's cockshaft. One hand dipped into the shorts and cupped the pendulous balls in their hairy, heavy sac.

Her eyes grew wide in amazement as the cock started to fill at once with blood and the staff swelled longer and fatter with each touch of her silky fingers. She ran a nail lightly along the ridge under the foreskin. The bulbous head throbbed and pushed out of its sheath into her palm.

She fisted it and suddenly it was a hard, throbbing mass of meat in her hand. She could barely touch the tips of her fingers around the thick stalk. She caressed the pulsing head with her other hand.

He wasn't her father any longer; he was a beautiful male animal. A man who could excite her body beyond anything she had previously known. The gigantic cock in her hand pulsed with a demanding life all its own that sent pangs of need to the tips of her tits and the depths of her cunt.

He came partially awake, groaned, and pulled her hands away from his groin. Paying no attention she returned them and bent even lower so she could run the wet head of his cock over the tops of her tits. Again he pulled her hands off his cock and tried vainly to push her whole body away from him.

"No…" he mumbled.

She murmured "Yes," under her breath and started to get into bed with him.

"No, Rosebud… no more. I told you we can't do it no more."

Alma Mae jumped from the bed as though he had slapped her face. Suddenly she knew where Rosebud had been last night and whom she had been with; she knew that her father's unusual moods had actually been guilt for seducing his own daughter. Her mind raced like a brushfire, suddenly adding to her knowledge the reason why Rosebud had gone, so abruptly, to Memphis.

She ran from the room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, breathing heavily. Her clothes clung like a clammy dish rags to her sweat-soaked body. The guilt of what she had almost done raged in her mind and fought with the still vivid memory of his hard cock that continued to stir desire in her body.

A bath, she thought, an ice-cold bath.

She drew the water in the tub as cold as she could stand, then eased herself in slowly, relishing the sensations it caused on her skin. When she was well down in the water she looked down across her body at the rising mounds of her firm, young tits, the nipples proud as they stood in reaction to the cold. She examined the smooth, flat stomach, punctuated by the deep cleft of her navel. Below it was the wide, triangular mound of her constantly seething cunt. The place on a woman's body where all men end up. She wondered if all families were as sexual as her own.

The need in her body brought tears to her eyes. She cried and cried until mental fatigue again took over and she passed into sleep.

She awake to find Gussie shaking her. The water sloshed up to spray her face and the wall beside the tub.

"Child, you're gonna drown some day fallin' asleep in a tub of water like that."

"Oh," Alma said, shaking the sleep from her eyes, wondering how long she had been napping. "I must have dozed off. What time is it?"

"Late… almost nine o'clock. Able and Rosebud thought you'd taken off somewhere so they went to a movie. I couldn't see a light in here but I just had to pee so I snapped the lock on the door and came on in."

Alma paid little attention as Gussie sat on the toilet and pissed. The older woman carelessly let her robe drop open. She was nude and her tits thrust bouncing from the open robe.

Alma pulled the plug and let the water drain from the tub. She waited for Gussie to finish and leave but the woman just sat and watched her as if she were waiting. Sighing, Alma stood up, nude and voluptuously beautiful with the sheen of the water on her body. "Hand me that towel, will you?"

"Here," Gussie said, still sitting behind Alma and handing her a thick towel. "Your father home?"

Alma could feel her body tense but she made an effort not to let Gussie see it. "Yes… he he's been drinking."

"He should be," Gussie said. "Here, I'll dry your back."

Alma felt another towel being used on her back and down across her asscheeks. She felt herself being overcome with a strange and frightening sensation. A deep flush began at her neck. A fire seemed to have been ignited in the pit of her stomach, and it spread to the depths of her cunt.

Her mind clouded and her breathing became shallow as Gussie's practiced hands dipped below her ass and fumbled at her hairy slit.

"No," she whimpered.

"Why not?" Gussie asked.

"No… no more. Not with my own kin any more."

The hands stopped their probing. When Gussie spoke her voice was harsh, demanding. "What do you mean your own kin? What kin?"

Alma almost blurted out her desires for her own father. Instead she spoke in a wan voice, telling Gussie about Able and Rosebud.

"Oh," Gussie said, her voice again taking on a sweet tone as she returned her hands and the towel to Alma's body. "It's okay, baby… Able and Rosebud both want you… so do I."

"You want us, too… if you come live with me in Memphis you'll have about anything or anyone you want."

Alma only shook her head. She was fighting the surge of desire that flooded her body and threatened to choke the air from her throat as Gussie's expert hands worked their will on her rippling skin.

Gussie sensed the girl's inability for straight thought. She turned Alma around and pulled her into her arms until their tits mashed, nipple to hot, thrusting nipple. She tipped the girl's head back and jammed her lips over Alma's. Hotly she shoved her tongue into Alma's mouth and felt the girl's will melt as her furry, wet cunt started a fluid, forward thrust to meet her aunt's.

Alma Mae tensed for a moment and then gave herself up to the wild and delicious feeling that coursed through her as Gussie's hand slipped beneath her ass and probed gently at the lips of her cunt. The fingers insinuated themselves between the wet lips and slid along the cuntal walls causing a lusting, burning sensation in Alma's pussy that fogged her mind to anything but sex and the need for instant release.

"Let's go in your bedroom, honey," the older woman said. "I want you so bad I can taste you already."

They broke apart and quickly stepped across the hall into the bedroom. Again Alma Mae was torn between the screaming of her mind and the desire in her heated body.

Gussie locked the door behind them. The robe dropped from her shoulders and she crossed to Alma. They were both stark naked now as Gussie urged the younger girl's body back onto the bed.

"Pa will hear us," Alma protested weakly.

"So what," Gussie said, the words almost spitting from her mouth. She reached for Alma hungrily and stroked her tenderly, touching now a nipple, then the flat stomach of her thighs. At the same time she ran her tongue lovingly over Alma's face and ears.

Gradually her hands began to work at those places on Alma's body that would send her into throes of passion. Her fingers worked around the girl's clit, up and down the wet sides of the slit, teasing and caressing, but only suggesting a touch of the clitoris itself. Her tongue jammed itself into Alma's mouth, hard and hot like a cock.

Eagerly Alma responded, opening her mouth and legs to her aunt's body. Every touch now caused her passion to mount higher and higher, making her forget everything.

Then Alma's body came even more alive as she felt Gussie's trained tongue start to trace a path down her throat and between the fleshy globes of her tits. Around and around her nipple the fiery tongue circled until, finally, the tongue's tip hit and the lips closed over the pulsing tit tip.

At the same time, Gussie's hands continued to caress and massage her cunt. Alma's body was on fire. With all the strength in her hips she sent her cunt up and over Gussie's hand. Knowing the girl was ready, Gussie started her tongue downward, leaving a trail of wetness across Alma's jiggling body. When her aunt's tongue hit her cunt fur, Alma's legs splayed wide, spreading the lips of her cunt for the tongue's insertion.

"Yes, yes," Gussie growled, "give me that beautiful pussy."

She thrust her tongue between the lips of Alma's cunt and began to suck at the wildly pulsing clitoris.

Instantly Alma was reduced to a quivering, passionate mass of flesh as the tongue seemed to explore all parts of her cunt at the same time. Gussie's mouth was so strong that her sucking was inflicting pain. Alma felt that her whole body was being sucked out of her cunt.

It seemed to take forever but it was only seconds before Alma's body was exploding in a frenzy of sexual delight. Her cunt throbbed and throbbed through vast waves of pleasure as she used her legs to drive Gussie's tongue further and further up her clasping snatch.

As she felt her body subsiding from the crest of the orgasm, she felt Gussie slip from the bed. "You'll be going to Memphis with us after the picnic tomorrow… won't you?"

Alma thought of the sex with Able, with Rosebud, and, most of all just now, with Gussie. Then she thought of what she had almost done with her father. She looked up at Gussie and nodded.

"I thought you would," Gussie said, and moved to the door.

"But on my terms," Alma Mae said.

"Sure," Gussie replied, "sure. And your terms are right there between your thighs. After I teach you what men really want, how they are, you'll be begging to do for me what I just did for you." Then she was gone and Alma could hear her cruel, sardonic laugh echoing down the hall.

Alma Mae lay in the puddles of their sweat, her mind seething but her body tired to the point of collapse. She drifted off to sleep only to be awakened again by her dreams.

It was late, with the moon high in the sky when Rosebud entered the room. The moonlight gleamed on the sweaty sheen of her body. It outlined the droplets of cuntal moisture and male cum on the tips of her pubic hairs.

"Oh," said Rosebud, "I thought I heard someone in here."

"You did," Alma replied. "Me."

"I mean I thought I heard Able."

She was looking for Able, Alma thought. Then the cum dripping from her cunt onto her thighs wasn't his. "Gussie and I just fucked," Alma said, suddenly wanting to shock Rosebud, but knowing, deep in her heart, that it was impossible.

"Good… she's a wild lover isn't she?" Rosebud said. "If you've already had her I don't suppose you would…"

"No, I wouldn't," Alma Mae said tonelessly. "I think I'd rather have a good cock."

"Okay, touchy. Sorry I asked. But that'll change then you get to Memphis." Rosebud let a tiny all-knowing smile curl the corners of her mouth as she stepped from the room and closed the door behind her.

The following morning Alma looked in on her father. She wanted to talk to him and tell him that she was leaving with Gussie that afternoon.

He was already gone and the room was a shambles. She went on downstairs to find Able, Gussie and Rosebud ready to go. They were packing the car.

"C'mon, lovey," Gussie said, "let's go. It's getting late."

In the back seat of the car, on the way to the picnic grounds, Alma remained silent. She stared out the window at the vast, wasted fields that hadn't given birth to a crop for such a long time. She compared the fields to her own body, wondering if she would ever bear a crop, wondering if Rafer would really marry her if she let him know that she was willing.

"What you thinkin' about?" Rosebud said from the seat beside her.

"Rafer," she replied.

"Forget about him," Rosebud said. "He's like all of 'em, an' probably not as good as most."

"Yes he is," Alma retorted quickly, but bit her lip the minute the words were out of her mouth, wishing she hadn't let herself be baited so easily.

"Oh? Well, we'll see," Rosebud said.

Alma Mae returned to her own thoughts for the remainder of the ride and hoped her father would show up at the picnic grounds.

Old friends and some relatives greeted them on their arrival and everyone seemed to split off in different directions. Gussie went to the tables and started spreading the food while she gossiped with the other women. Able made a bee-line to the playground to see how much his female cousins had grown since the previous year, and how many of them he could get to go off into the bushes with him. Rosebud just disappeared as if the whole thing had been a bore from the beginning.

Alma Mae set off to find Rafer. Suddenly it was very important to find and talk to him and perhaps, if they could get away, fuck him. Maybe, she thought, Rafer could erase the memory of ecstatic passion her body still felt from the loving it had gotten the previous night from her aunt.

She searched for over an hour before she remembered that they had talked about sneaking off together and fucking in the old cabin above the park.

Alma ran down to the river, found the path that led to the old bridge and followed it until she emerged from the trees into a clearing. Across the bridge she could see the winding path that led to the top of the hill and the cabin.

She giggled to herself when, in the middle of the bridge, she looked back and down the riverbank and saw Sue Ann Halle's older brother, Gordon. He was fishing from the far bank of the river and he hadn't bothered to remove his clerical collar. What a difference there was, thought Alma, between Sue Ann and her minister brother. He waved when he saw her, and she waved back, wondering if he would be so friendly if he knew she was on her way to fuck Rafer Clooney's brains out.

Alma Mae felt very lightheaded as she wound her way up the path and came out of the trees into the overgrown, debris-strewn yard of the old, unused cabin. She crossed the yard and was about to bound up to the porch steps and call to Rafer when, from inside the house, she heard voices.

She froze in her tracks, recognizing them immediately as Rosebud and Rafer's. Silently she moved around the porch and stood on an old crate that rested beneath the window. Slowly she raised her head and peered through the dusty glass.

She stood as though dead, deaf and dumb to everything except what she was staring at through the window. Rafer, her Rafer, was hunched down between Rosebud's wide-spread thighs, eating her grinding cunt as though he had gone stark-raving mad.

"You sure like to suck and fuck women don't you, Rafer honey?" Rosebud said, a leering grin on her face as she used her hands to ram the boy's face harder and harder against her gyrating cunt.

"I sure do," Rafer replied, his mouth full of flesh and hair.

"I'll bet you like it with all women… don't you? You suck and fuck any cunt you can find."

"I love pussy," he said. "Any pussy."

Rafer's words, as he gluttonously sucked on her sister's enormous, yawning cunt, stung Alma to the core. He was openly admitting that there was nothing special about Alma's pussy or their love.

She watched as the orgy before her became practically a fixation, one that she couldn't pull her eyes away from. Rafer sucked and tasted, with relish, the musky secretions from Rosebud's insanely demanding cunt. He rammed his chin and his tongue deeper and deeper inside the clasping walls of Rosebud's quivering pussy while his hands boldly and lovingly roamed up and down the warm satin skin of her long shapely thighs, then up and around the smoothly curved asscheeks before reaching her small, ripe tits.

Rosebud's fingers played with his ears and then her hands frantically plunged into his hair, turning and tangling as they pulled his laboring mouth ever deeper into her heated cunt. He was turning Rosebud on every bit as much, and with as much passion, as he had ever turned Alma on. The big girl was crying a ragged moan of ever-increasing urgency with each hot flick and stab of Rafer's hotly teasing tongue.

Alma Mae could almost feel that tongue splitting her own cuntlips, but the feeling was one of pain and remorse rather than passion or release.

Rosebud threw her head back and the long, white line of her throat erupted in a raucous laugh. "You almost got me comin', lover boy… you want to fuck me now?"

"Yes… oh shit, I sure do!" Rafer said, the girl's cunt juices dribbling off his slobbering chin.

"How'd you like to fuck me right in the ass, Rafer honey. I mean pour that big cock of yours right up my shit hole and cream my bowels good?"

"Yes… yes, I'd like that. You'd let me do that to ya?"

"Then you gotta let me do what I said before."

"No… no, I couldn't do that."

"Yes you can, you fucker," Rosebud said, her voice commanding. "You want my ass or not?"

Rafer paused, his eyes almost watering with tears of desire. "All right," he nodded.

Alma Mae was being torn apart inside. He had never begged her to allow him her body. Now, here he was being reduced to a slobbering, begging mass of unthinking flesh by Rosebud, whom he hardly knew.

Rosebud took the same rubber cock from her bag that Alma had seen Gussie use on Able. She attached it to herself and turned Rafer over until he half lay across a table. His asscheeks gleamed in front of the rubber prick.

"It's gonna hurt like hell, Rafer," Rosebud said, glowing with the anticipation of inflicting pain. "But your cock will hurt me the same way. You still want it?"

Rafer nodded in silence.

"Then tell me so!"

"I want it," he said. "I want you to fuck me in the ass so I can fuck you in the ass."

His gleaming young asscheeks were being pulled back toward the bobbing, thick rubber cock. Rosebud grinned as she kneeled in closer behind him and spread the knees in front of her own. She grasped the heavy, thickly ridged cock and pressed its huge, ugly head to the puckered little opening. She laughed as she heard Rafer gasp.

"Oh shit… no, I can't take it!" he shouted as he felt the prodding cock against the edges of his asshole. He bit his lip as the pressure increased and the driving tip tried to invade his shit chute.

"Take it… take it, you son-of-a-bitch!" Rosebud screamed.

She drove harder, sensing the tight little opening beginning to give as the massive cock pressed deeper and harder. With a loud cry of victory Rosebud lunged forward, driving the hard rubber cock far up into the depths of Rafer's unwilling ass. She paid no heed to his cries of pain as she ground away inch by inch. Soon the huge prick was buried to the hilt.

The more and the louder Rafer objected the harder Rosebud fucked. She plunged the big cock in, then out, fucking the blood-stained hole relentlessly.

Rarer was bucking back and forth with all the strength in his body, shouting all the time. But still, Alma noticed, he didn't try to escape. The lure of eventually fucking Rosebud the same way was just too much.

Alma Mae couldn't take it any more. She spotted a broken chair on the ground next to her perch. She stepped down, picked up the chair and, in one, long, swinging motion hurled it through the window. Quickly she stepped back up and stared at the result.

Rafer looked up, saw her, and immediately his face turned as red as the blood staining the cheeks of his ass. He jumped forward, pushing the table with him. The rubber cock came out of his asshole with a slurping sound and Rosebud calmly walked to her purse and took out a cigarette.

"You pig… you bastard prick pig! You couldn't wait for me, could you?" Alma Mae screamed, her face a tortured mass of hate and loathing.

"Alma… Alma Mae, honey," he said, foolishly trying to cover himself with some old feed sacks from the floor.

"You bastard!" she continued, her voice rising even higher in pitch and intensity. "What were you going to do? Fuck her in the ass and then wait for me to come along and stick your shifty prick in my cunt?"

"No, Alma… I swear…"

"Bullshit! Or maybe you were going to have me suck your cock, huh? Was that it? Did you think I'd clean it off good for you?"

"No, Alma… I love you!" he cried, and started toward the window.

"You love me!" she hissed. "You love cunt! That's all you love… any cunt. I heard you say it. Well, fuck you, Rafer Clooney, fuck you!"

"I love you, I tell ya! She's just a piece of ass."

"So are you," Alma replied. "Go ahead, Rosebud! Fuck him! That's all he's good for!"

She stumbled from the window and ran out into the yard.

Behind her she could hear Rafer's voice crying out for her. "I love you, Alma! Nobody else! I swear it! I love you… I love you!"