There are some very strange cases on record concerning pedophilia, one of which came to my attention not long ago. The case consists of a mother with strong sexual desires, but being somewhat unattractive, she had trouble enjoying the sensual aspect of her nature. This woman, Cora, was overweight and in her middle thirties, a widow who tried to make a living by farming a small patch of ground with the aid of her four young daughters.
Cora knew she was unattractive to men, and had given up all hopes of finding a new husband. She labored long and hard hours on the small farm, seldom going into town, and then only to purchase her meager supplies that was necessary for the farm. She and her daughters were shunned by the other people in the small community. It was hard to pin down the reason for this, unless it could be that Cora deliberately went out of her way to be rude and unfriendly to others. Being quite poor, this family was not able to afford many of the good things in life, and the farm house and outer buildings were in a constant state of deterioration.
When seeing this fatherless family, one is reminded of the dust bowl during the depression of the late twenties and early thirties. Because Cora could not afford proper clothing for herself and the young girls, plus her rudeness to others, they were known as "poor white trash."
Woody was a traveling man. He did not travel because of any great desire to see new places… meet new people. It was a necessity… if he wanted to stay out of jail. At forty years old, Woody was a criminal for the first time in his life.
Four months previous, he had been a well established accountant, earning a decent salary for a large business firm. Then, he came across a huge amount of cash and, being greedy, stole this money and ran. He had moved from one small town to the other, one step ahead of the authorities. Now, he found himself in this small, rural town late in the evening.
Woody didn't look at all like an embezzler. With his youthful face, especially its large, playful eyes- eyes that smiled and with a mouth that rarely did. For the past week he had been moving constantly, stopping only to sleep a few hours, then moving on to the next town. He was becoming very tired of running, and he hoped that this small town would be the one where he could hide a few months.
He pushed open the door of the small, dirty-looking diner he had passed before and walked in, trying to present the air of supreme casualness that under normal circumstances came naturally to him.
"Hiya, Mister," the straggly-haired woman behind the counter greeted him as he sat down before her on one of the worn stools. "What can I do for you?"
"Well," he said, glancing over the display of stale pastry. "A cup of coffee and a doughnut… and some information." He placed the small bag on the floor between his feet… the bag that held over fifty thousand dollars in small bills.
"I can't say for sure about the information, but coffee and doughnuts I got plenty of," she replied. "What sort of information would you be after?"
"Where can a man get a job around here?"
"What sort of job you be wanting?"
"I'm not particular."
"Well… " the woman said thoughtfully. "There just ain't much work around hereabouts. Most folks do a little farming, hardly enough to get by on as it is. I know one place you might try, though. That is… if you don't mind hard work and hardly any pay."
"Where would that be?"
"South about a mile," the woman said, She was the one person in the small town who did not dislike Cora, feeling sorry for her instead. "The Sutter Farm. Cora's old man just up and died here a while back. Cora ain't got but herself and those four little girls of hers. Pretty little things, they is. No boys at all. Like as not she could use you some."
While talking, the worn, tired woman had been getting Woody's coffee and doughnut. Setting them before him now, she added, a small leer in her washed out eyes. "About Cora could use a man… I didn't mean that like it sounded. Though, far as that goes, I reckon she could use one for that, too. Lost my own husband a few years back. Sometimes I get to feeling awful lonely… mostly at night."
Woody understood the woman was attempting a proposition to him, and he looked at the woman again. She wasn't anything to arouse the passions in a man, even one like himself who had done without sex the past few months. He sipped at his coffee, thinking about it for a moment, deciding against it. He didn't want to get into anything that could foul him up.
"Momma!" he heard a youthful, feminine voice from somewhere in what Woody supposed was a house adjacent to the back of the diner.
"What?" the woman called back. "I'm busy, Maybelle."
"How do I get the damned picture on this television to stop rolling around?"
"Can't you do anything?" the woman shouted, angry at the interruption.
"Maybe I could help?" Woody said.
"Oh, you don't have to do anything, mister."
"Glad to be of assistance."
"Well, if you don't mind," the straggly blonde said, seeing another man enter the diner.
"Sure, I don't mind," Woody said. "You go ahead and take care of the customer."
"Well… " the woman said, "go ahead then. Right through that door there." She pointed with an out stretched finger.
Woody grabbed his precious bag and walked around behind the counter and through the door the woman had indicated.
"Momma!" the girlish voice came again, angry now. "You just gonna let me watch a damned rolling picture?"
Woody followed the complaining voice down a narrow, hallway until he found a darkened living room.
"Hey!" the girl squealed in surprise as he entered. "You ain't my Momma!" Woody stopped in the doorway, his eyes staring. He saw a girl, blonde like the woman, about twelve years old. As he stood there, the young girl quickly shoved her hands between her thighs to hide the sheerness of her panties. It was the only garment she was wearing besides a matching pink bra. The bra cupped a pair of small, budding breasts. "And you just stop looking at me," the girl said. "You look like you're gonna eat me up!" She cupped her crotch with both hands, protectively.
The girl was sitting in an old-fashioned, overly padded chair with balls of cotton coming from torn places. In front of her was an equally old, small twelve inch black and white television set. Her slim legs were wide open and draped across the arms of the chair. Although she covered what he considered the sweetest portion of her body, Woody still had a very interesting view of a pretty, rounded young girl. And if Woody found girls interesting, he found the young ones about this age extremely interesting. What was more, the girls in their early teens and pre-teens seemed to like him, too.
His eyes moved over the slightly swelling mounds of her bra-concealed breasts, then said, "What seems to be the problem?"
"The damn television keeps rolling around," she said in a small voice.,
"They'll do that sometimes," he said. "Sometimes the holds get old, then we have to work on them."
The girl looked at him with knowing eyes, realizing he was staring at her small, little-girl breasts. Suddenly, she smiled boldly at him, saying, "Is that a fact?"
He nodded, still looking at her breasts.
"Well, hell," she said. "Ain't nothing good on that damn thing anyway."
Woody looked at her with new interest, realizing that despite her tender years, this girl was quite experienced in sexual matters. "Is that suppose to tell me something?" he said, quietly.
She smiled sweetly at him, still cupping her pantied vagina.
Woody studied the young girl for a moment. She was certainly a pretty little thing, and it had been an awful long time since he had enjoyed a young girl. Would it matter, he thought, if he grabbed a quick piece of young tail while he had the chance? He felt his organ begin to throb and harden inside his pants as he watched the girl. She lowered her eyes from his face, down his body to the slightly swelling bulge of his pants, then she abruptly pulled her hands away from her crotch.
"Like it, mister?" she said, showing a complete lack of embarrassment or shame. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and Woody knew he had found a girl all pedophilia's dreamed of finding. A young girl who was not ashamed, and extremely forward in her sexual desires. "Like what you see?"
"You're a very pretty girl, Maybelle," he said, his voice husky with growing desire. Gone was his concern of getting involved sexually now.
"How did you know my name, mister?"
"I heard your mother use it."
"Why don't you come a little closer, mister what's your name?"
"Woody:… " he decided not to use a last name.
He entered the room, and without saying anything further, he squatted before the girl. He glanced once at her pretty face, making sure she would be compatible, then in a smooth movement he reached out between her spread thighs and brushed the tips of his fingers across the crotch band of her thin panties. The girl shivered, a slight moan escaping her lips as she wiggled her buttocks on the worn cushion.
"Want to rub me, mister," she whispered, watching his fingers feel around the moist fabric. "You can if you want to… go on, rub my snatch with your fingers." She squirmed about, shoving her buttocks forward against his hand. "Please… " she whimpered. "Rub me down there… rub me real good."
Woody began moving his fingers up and down the sheer material, feeling the moisture soak through. He stroked her covered vagina lightly up and down, his own emotions growing and swelling until his penis became enormously hard inside his pants.
"I'm gonna have to change my panties when you get through," Maybelle said, writhing her crotch about sensually. "The ones I got on right now are getting to be a sticky mess… the way you're fooling around down there."
"Don't tell me you don't like it!" Woody smiled up at her, rubbing the tiny, sensitive clitoris beneath her wet panties.
"You got to be kidding, mister!" she whimpered arching her open crotch up into the air.
Using his other hand, Woody pulled the elastic leg of her panties to one side and peered at the sweet, scanty-haired pink lips of her vagina. Then, ever so slowly-lightly, tenderly-he shoved his middle finger into the slippery opening, thinking to himself that here was one girl who had been involved in sexual activities for some time. Although only 12, Maybelle had started her periods six months previous, and could enjoy wet orgasms. He could feel the inner heat and the softness of the smooth sheath of her young vagina and his penis became harder and harder-longer and thicker.
He became less gentle now, as his passions grew, and he started working his finger in and out of her moist hole swiftly. She was becoming wetter and more excited by the second as his fingers stimulated her sensitive orifice and she was twisting her small buttocks in frenzied circles… her thick, honey-like secretions saturating his hand. Woody's mind reeled with the delicious odor of young-girl sexuality and he was becoming hungry for the sweet thing tucked so nicely between her slender thighs.
"Oooohhh… you're gonna make me come!" Maybelle squealed in delight. "You keep that fingering me very much longer and I'll come all over the damn place!"
Woody pulled his soaked finger from the steaming, pulsating lips of her greedy vagina and said, "Why don't we go to your bedroom, Maybelle? We can do this the right way, then."
Eagerly, she got up and started for another doorway, Woody watching the small, compact bottom sway sensuously as she moved. Once inside the bedroom, Maybelle was quick to strip herself completely naked. Once she had dropped her panties and bra to the floor, she hopped excitedly onto the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs as wide apart as possible, waiting and anticipating what he was about to do.
She had never had a man do this to her before-just those little boys at school-and she was eager to feel his huge organ inside her. Woody, as he stripped his clothing from his body, thought Maybelle would be the town whore by the time she was 14, but that was no concern of his.
"Hurry, Woody," Maybelle said, squirming her naked bottom on the soiled sheets. "I'm so damned horny right now I almost out of mind!"
He chuckled to himself, thinking these country girls started early.
Finally, now naked, he crawled onto the bed with her, standing on his knees between her spread legs, looking down at the dripping passageway she presented to him.
"Don't mess around!" Maybelle squealed hotly. "Shove that big dick in me… Golly, I sure want to get fucked!"
"Don't be in such a hurry, baby. I'd like to have a little fun with you before we get down to the main event."
"Well," she whimpered, her small breasts jiggling excitedly, "do something! I'm burning up down there! My pussy's boiling for it!"
Woody leaned over, taking a long look at her tender, somewhat bulging vaginal lips, thinking she had a very cute slit for such a young girl. Small tufts of dark blonde hair grew around the pulsating lips, becoming a bit thicker around the exposed, inflamed clitoris. Since she had her legs open as far as they would go, the pink lips flared open slightly, and Woody was looking at the moist folds of flesh. "Baby," he said hoarsely. "That cunt looks so good, I could eat it!"
"Ooohhh," she squealed in delight. "Do that to me! Eat my cunt… use your tongue inside it… Ooohhh that would be nice!"
But Woody didn't lower his face to the savory mound not at first. Instead he jabbed a finger into the tight young vagina and started thrusting in and out, watching for a moment at the way the lips clasped hungrily to his finger. Then he dropped across her, his tongue licking over one of her small breasts, sucking up the tiny pink nipple into his mouth. The tiny knob became like hard rubber beneath his tongue and Maybelle squirmed beneath his digital and oral assault.
"Ooohhh… Woody, it's heaven! It's wonderful!" she moaned, her pelvis bouncing up and down to match the rhythm of his lunging finger. "Screw me! Damn… I want something besides your finger in me! I want to get fucked with your big cock!"
"Baby… baby… baby," Woody groaned passionately, lifting his mouth from her saliva wet breasts for a moment. "You're real tight! You have a real tight cunt, baby… I love a little girl who has a tight pussy like yours!"
He returned to the small nipple, biting and nipping the tasty nubbin almost viciously. He could feel his violent erection quivering and throbbing with mounting desire, and it drove him to further wildness with his mouth and tongue and finger, all thoughts of the precocious girl's mother just a few steps away never once entering his mind:
Maybelle was no less excited than Woody, if anything, she was more excited. The thick, slippery secretions of her passion kept flowing copiously, spilling from her tender opening and forming a warm puddle between her thighs and bouncing bottom. "Eat me now!" she almost screamed in mindless lust, her hips rocking and tossing furiously, twisting in tight circles. "That's what I want… that's what I want you to do so very bad! Use your tongue on my hot pussy please… "
"Okay, baby," Woody said, sliding down her trembling body quickly so that his face was directly above the rolling pelvis. Again, the eagerness of this young girl inflamed his emotions. Never had he found a young girl so wanton. His mouth dropped down and pressed into the gaping lips. He felt the scant hair of her vagina tickle his cheeks and he liked this. Young, tender stuff, his mind raced, the thoughts branding erotic emotions on his brain. Woody slid his hand up the smooth, slim thighs, then down to capture the succulent curves of her compact bottom, holding her deliciously young vagina tightly to his hungry mouth.
"Ooohhh… " Maybelle whimpered, tossing about on the bed, her hands clawing into the bedsheets. Her legs flew upwards, then wrapped about his head, her ankles crossed over his back." Ooohhh… Golly… that's nice wonderful…
Woody's tongue shot from his mouth swiftly and darted into the slippery, warm walls of her little opening. Again and again he delved deeply into her moist, vibrating passage, sending shivers of delightful pleasure into the writhing body. He licked the creamy walls, his nostrils flaring wide as he inhaled the sweet, slightly musky scent of her genitals.
"Oh, oh… Golly… Golly… Ummmmm! I'm fixing to come, Woody! Your mouth is… Ooohhh… nice, so nice… that's the nicest tongue! I'm gonna come come all over the place!" Maybelle wailed.
Woody didn't let up. He pulled his tongue from the clasping lips and began attacking her inflamed, distended clitoris, the tiny bud that had swollen into the size of a small baby's penis by now. He twirled and fluttered his tongue, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive organ, chewing on the very tip as she thrashed wildly, moaning insanely beneath his devouring mouth. He bit and nibbled, but gently… every so gently. Maybelle bucked upward, a long, drawn out moan sighing from her throat as the climax suddenly burst into a tremendous explosion deep in her body. Woody, knowing her pleasure, continued to lick and suck at her pulsating genitals, bringing her down easily. Slowly, she began still, her hips quivering from the pleasant glow that wrapped around her naked body. Reluctantly, Woody pulled his wet face from between her thighs, readying himself to ram his enormous, throbbing penis into her.
"Ready for me, baby?" he whispered. "Here it comes!"
"Ooohhh, please… " Maybelle whimpered, looking at him through slitted eyes burning with desire. "Do it, Woody! Put it in me. Now!"
Woody's organ throbbed, the head swollen and almost purple, moved downward. He grasped the inflamed penis and rubbed the sensitive tip up and down her wet vagina, flicking over the sensitive tip of her clitoris. Maybelle shuddered at the contact, her eager hips lifting up from the bed.
"Don't tease me, please," she groaned. "All of it shove all of it into me at once!"
Momentarily Woody thought of her tender age, not wanting to injure her. Then again, he thought, she certainly wasn't a cherry, was she? Not the way she went at the tongue job. She's been fucked before… many times. She wants it fast and straight, that's the way she gets it. He aimed the tip of his penis between the wet lips, and suddenly lunged forward, his penis roaring into the damp tunnel like a speeding locomotive. He took her with fast but thorough strokes, ramming and banging his penis into her until he felt it strike the hard knot of her cervix. He was delighted to feel the vaginal lips sucking at his organ, nipping his penis with each thrust. Soft, squishy sounds came from between their bodies as he thrust the entire length of his organ into the tight opening.
"Uuuhhh… uh, uh, uh," Maybelle grunted loudly, tossing her hips in furious circles at his plunging penis, thrilling to the soft smack of his hairy testicles as they slammed against her upturned buttocks. Her senses reeled, and her naked body was trembling in wild, unabated passion.
Woody knew he couldn't last much longer, not from the warm tightness and that delicious milking sensations her young vagina was giving him. He plunged into her with a frenzy, pressing his groin down tightly with each thrust, then pulling back until his penis was almost all the way out before jack-hammering into her again. The girl's juicy vaginal folds smashed at the hairy base of his penis. He was close… terribly close.
Maybelle, sensing his impending discharge, worked the tiny muscles buried deeply in her genitals so that his penis was clamped like a fleshy vise, her small hips twirling and rocking with him, her own orgasm building higher and higher. "Oh, Baby!" Woody hissed. "Here it comes! Here it comes! Here comes the juice. I'm coming… coming… " He bit into his bottom lip to suppress the scream that rose up. His penis throbbed and bucked, jerking insanely inside her scalding orifice, then squirted… and squirted… and squirted.
Maybelle felt the splashing semen wash the inner depths of her girlhood, and the sensation triggered her own explosion. She whimpered loudly. "Me too right with you… Ooohhh… yes, yes… there… I did it!" She bucked up and down so wildly Woody had a hard time staying with her. He was amazed at the tremendous energy of her unleashed passion. The stretched lips of her vagina sucked and clasped his draining penis deliciously, squeezing him as if it were attempting to crush his captured organ.
"Baby… oh, baby, baby," Woody whispered, feeling one last spurt of his thick semen fly from the tip of his penis. Together he and the young girl grunted and moaned and sighed and panted, gasping through their mutual orgasms.
Woody trudged through the darkened evening, wondering about the girl he had just left. He enjoyed little girls-much more than grown women-but he had never come across one so eager and aggressive before in his life. Usually he had to find some way to convince them it was alright to do things like that. But you never know about these small towns, he thought. Especially these little kids from a farm community. Sometimes they learn about sex very early… the way Maybelle did. He smiled to himself, knowing that if he could get a job at the Sutter farm and lay low for a while, he would certainly be seeing Maybelle as often as possible.
He came to a row of mail boxes and paused. The moon was full and gave off enough light for him to read the names. One box had the name Sutter painted on it. He looked around and saw a small, dirt lane leading to a darkened house far from the road, a dim light coming from one of the downstairs windows. It was the only house he could see, so he walked up the lane toward it. There was a long porch with an old fashioned swing on it, and he stepped toward the door. He knocked lightly and waited. It was quite late, and he didn't want to disturb the whole household, knowing farm people went to bed early and got up early. Even if he couldn't get a job here, he was hoping they would let him spend the night because he was tired from the long walk from town.
He lifted his hand to knock again, knowing someone was up because he could hear the sounds of a television behind the door. Suddenly the door was opened and Woody found himself looking at a very lovely redheaded girl. Her eyes were huge as she peered at him in the darkness, and Woody saw she was dressed in an old-fashioned, well-worn robe.
"Yes?" the girl asked, her eyes wide as if frightened of something.
"I was told in town I might be able to get a job here," Woody said politely.
"Kind of late to be applying for work, ain't it, mister?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Woody said, about to turn, realizing his mistake at coming here so late at night.
"Who sent you out here?"
"The woman at the diner."
"Well… " the girl hesitated. "Momma did want to hire a man. Matter of fact she was fixing to go into town and ask around tomorrow."
"Then I've saved her the trouble, haven't I?" Woody smiled.
The girl returned the smile, a bit shy. "What's your name?"
"Woody," he replied, hoping he wouldn't have to invent a fictitious last name.
"Well, Woody… "
"What's your name?" he said, Interrupting her quickly.
"Penny. You don't let a person get a word in edge… "
"How about inviting me in, Penny?" he said smoothly, smiling at her. "It's kind of cold, standing out here."
"Golly, you don't like to waste time, do you?"
"Well… it is cold, and I'm kind of tired from the long walk."
"Well, I guess it would be okay if you came in but just for a while," Penny said, moving out of the way and opening the door wider.
"Maybe I can talk to your mother," he said, moving into the high ceiling room.
"She's asleep, so I reckon not. Only one's awake is me."
"I was kind of hoping I could talk her into letting me spend the night, at least."
"Oh-oh… I don't know about that."
"I walked all the way from town. I'd sure hate to have to walk back and try to find a place to sleep this time of night."
"I don't think Momma would approve."
"Sure, she would," Woody said easily, moving further into the room, confident now.
"Well… I suppose you could use the couch, but it ain't none too comfortable. Still, I don't know… " She looked at him closer, thinking he was very handsome and he did have nice manners.
"I'm not fussy. The couch will do fine," he said, smiling crookedly at her.
"Well… you'll have to put up with the television for a while. I'm watching a real good spooky movie."
"I like spooky movies," he said.
Penny was uncertain of herself. Woody's personality was strong, like a magnetic attraction to her and she found herself coming under his spell. "There's the couch," she said, watching him warily. "You'll have to sleep in your clothes because I can't go searching for blankets this time of night. I'd wake everybody up and catch hell from Momma"
Woody told her he didn't mind at all.
"I feel kind of… I don't know. This is all pretty fast, you stopping her in the dead of night and now gonna sleep here. It don't seem right."
"Hell, Penny," Woody said trying to set the girl at ease. "Don't pay any attention to me."
He sat down on the fat-cushioned couch, looking at the girl as she sat in the chair next to him and drew her legs up beneath body. She had pulled the robe tighter about her, but he didn't fail to notice the rounded, firm breasts that strained at the worn garment. The robe fell away from her thighs and he saw they were well tanned, almost golden in color. As he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, he decided she was hardly 15, and extremely pretty. The girl did not look at him now, her attention on the silver flicker coming from the television screen.
"You like spooky movies?" he asked softly.
"I love horror films," Penny replied. "They make me shiver all over. I enjoy being scared. I don't know why I just do."
"A lot of people like being scared by horror films," Woody said. "I think it's kind of a sexual thing, myself."
She looked at him then, her eyes sparkling innocently. "You really think so?"
"Well," he said, openly admiring her golden thighs and rounded breasts. "I'm not sure if that's my own view of it I just happened to read it some where… but it seems to make sense."
"Oh? How's that?"
"Well, you see… the monsters are sort of supermasculine, in a way-an exaggerated way. Unconsciously girls who watch the horror movies think of themselves as being raped by them. And guys think of themselves as being the monsters. You know how there's always a lot of girls in horror films?"
"Sure… there are always a lot of them, and they don't seem to… wear very many clothes, either."
"There it is," Woody said in a tone of finality.
There, the monster's a vampire type," Penny said, squirming in the chair and the robe opened wider, her creamy breasts almost exposed to his eyes. She didn't seem to realize her exposed position. "I like the vampire movies best."
"Sexiest movies," Woody offered, watching her shiver deliciously.
"Ooooo… it gives me goose bumps just to watch," Penny whispered, her eyes wide. "Look at him; his fangs are going into her neck!"
"Scares you silly, huh?" Woody said, a faint smile on his lips as he watched the excited young girl. "Don't worry… I'll protect you. I won't let that mean old vampire bite your pretty neck."
"Don't joke!" she hissed. "It does scare me!"
Her attention was riveted to the screen, and Woody, smiling, slid over on the couch until he was close to the girl. Abruptly, without warning, he brushed his teeth down on her bared neck and bit gently into the soft flesh.
"Eeeeiiii!" Penny screamed, jumping away in fright. "Golly! Don't do that! You trying to scare me to death?"
"Wild, huh?" Woody laughed at her fear.
"That wasn't funny at all," she glowered at him.
"I'm sorry," he said contritely. "Want me to make it up to you?"
"What do you mean?" she said, her eyes back on the screen again. Woody leaned toward her and pressed his lips to her smooth neck and this time, instead of biting her, he ran the tip of his tongue over the spot, licking at her flesh. "That's what I mean," he said, pulling his mouth away. "Did you know that you taste very sweet and fresh?"
"Well, I should," she said. "But you shouldn't be doing things like that. I hardly know you."
She stood up and moved to the television set, turning it off as the movie ended. "I've got to go to bed, now," she said softly.
"Morning, mister."
Woody heard the words as the cobwebs of sleep were clearing from his head. His eyes snapped open and he stared up at a woman whom he judged to be in her mid-thirties. She was red-headed, like Penny, but with more copper tint to it and not nearly as pretty. In fact, he found nothing about this woman at all attractive to him.
"Good morning," he returned the greeting, sitting up on the couch.
"Don't usually find a strange man sleeping on my couch early in the day," she said. "What are you doing here, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Didn't Penny tell you?"
"Penny? She's still sleeping. Besides, what does my daughter have to do with this?"
"I came here last night," Woody explained, saying he was looking for a job and was told to come see a Cora Sutter. "You must be Cora Sutter, right?"
"That's me."
"I hope I haven't gotten your daughter into trouble," Woody said, using his best charm.
"No… nothing like that. She's always been a soft touch with strangers. One of these day's she gonna meet up with the wrong stranger and be a little too trusting, and she'll get her cherry popped right out of her. Don't pay any attention to my talk. I'm a woman that calls a cherry a cherry… a spade a spade." Cora looked him over, seeing the handsome face, the strong shoulders.
"You're hired."
"Just like that?"
"Why beat around the bush? How much you figure to make off a poor woman like me?"
"That's up to you," Woody said. "Whatever you think you-can pay."
"Room and board… maybe a bit of pocket money once a week."
"Fine with me," he said. "You won't have to move anyone out of a room just for me, will you?"
"Sure, but don't you worry none about that. My babies ain't fussy. They get along with each other, unusual as it may seem. I've brought them up right."
Penny crouched behind the towering stacks of baled hay in the darkness of the huge barn, trembling with fear and anticipation. Fright tightened her throat muscles, filling her mouth with the taste of dirty brass. Although frightened, her fear was not as strong as the intense desire and excitement which had brought her to the barn-she was waiting for Woody. Her heart pounded heavily inside her chest with growing impatience, her body full of a strange, yet delicious rippling sensation. She leaned against the sweet-smelling hay, wondering silently if Woody would actually come to her.
Penny shut her eyes, mentally visualizing the big, sun-bronzed, muscular figure of Woody, the man who had been working the farm for a week now. Just the thought of him caused a tautening of her pointed breasts that were round and firm, upthrusting without benefit of a bra. A delicious tingling swept over her as she felt the erect nipples push and brush at the cheap cotton fabric of her dress.
She no longer remembered any of the conversations they had had… but she had felt his eyes run over her body every time she was in sight of him like caressing hands. She remembered how strange her own voice had sounded to her as she whispered to him: "In our barn this afternoon… Momma is going to town."
Woody had merely nodded, then gone back to repairing the fence.
Penny had taken him a lunch, and after her whispered words, she had hurried jack to the old house, fear and excitement tingling in her blood. During the next hour, her body retained that peculiar warmth-that tingling sensation of the unknown, never diminishing. The hour went slowly… pure agony for her young body. She was burning with desire, anticipating his arrival. Her loins constantly quivered with the intenseness of this new sensation. She watched the rattling old car move down the dusty lane to the road, seeing her mother leave. She had no fear of her younger sisters they would stay inside the house. "Not long," she whispered to herself. "Not long now."
She heard him before she saw him-the quick, firm footsteps outside the barn. Frantic with anticipation, she tugged at her dress and smoothed her red hair with trembling fingers.
The door at the end of the barn creaked open; she saw the wide-shouldered form, outlined for a moment in the sunlight… and then the door closed.
"Penny?" his voice came to her in the dusky shadows. "Penny?"
Slowly, she stepped out from behind the stacked bales of hay. In her uncertainty, she was not sure whether she would be able to speak.
"I… I'm over… here," she breathed hesitantly.
It was very dark in the barn, yet she was aware of him as he approached-as if his very presence gave off some sort of electrical static to which her body was responsive. Then he stopped. After the bright sunlight, he could not see her in the shadows. His tone was impatient and somewhat harsh. "Damn it, kid… where the hell are you?"
"H-here, Woody… here," It was a groan of eagerness. She ran toward him, throwing her pulsating body against his muscular one. She heard his breath suck in quickly… then his arms were around her. She pressed her face against the broad chest, saying, "Oh God, you did come… didn't you?" It was an out rush of relief.
Woody chuckled slightly. "Yeah… you bet your sweet little ass! You think I'd pass up a chance at something as juicy as you?" His arms pulled her tightly against his rough-textured shirt. She trembled as one big, hard hand moved down her back… then over the round swelling of her firm bottom.
Instinctively, she flattened her breasts against him, automatically grinding her pelvis to his. Penny had see the farm animals in copulation; she knew the hardness she felt on her quivering stomach was his answer to her hot, throbbing vagina. She shoved hard against his bulging organ, raising her full lips to his hungry mouth.
In her innocence, Penny did not even know how to kiss, and her lips remained closed. She was startled when she felt his tongue prying them open, and his oral appendage began to penetrate her teeth. Then, with a blazing mind, she accepted his tongue, her own responding greedily. By the time she had finally started sucking at his lips and tongue with pleasure, he pulled his mouth away, and she felt all rubbery
and absolutely helpless. She was lost in the insane world of intense passion.
Woody, too, was gasping as loudly as she when he finally lifted his face from hers. His voice was a bit shaky, hoarse with his growing lust. "Goddamn… where can we… is there any place…"
"The loft. Up in the loft…"
Penny began climbing the wooden ladder, Woody directly behind her, pushing her with bold, hard hands that cupped and squeezed each cheek of her delicious little buttocks. The loft was a bit lighter, sunlight goldenly streaked through the cracks in the walls, gilding the loose, soft hay. And in the light she saw his face, white and set with firm muscles, his eyes glowing with his inner fire.
Woody placed his wide hands on her quaking shoulders, gently pushing her down into the yielding hay. "Take off your dress, baby!" he said sternly.
"D-do I… have to? I… don't have anything… under it."
"Hurry up, Penny," Woody said. "It's better that way."
Hesitantly, but eager, Penny obeyed him. The fabric made a soft whisper as she slipped the dress over her head. As she exposed her body, she felt the rippling waves sweep throughout her inner being as the harsh intake of his breath came to her.
"Oh, Christ," he breathed. "Christ! What a pair of titties! What a lovely, sweet body!"
His passionate admiration produced a strange reaction in Penny. All at once she was no longer afraid, no longer felt dominated by him. Wantonly, she ran her hands up over her flaring hips and cupped each of her breasts, forcing them to stand out even more, offering the succulent ripe tips to him. She felt competent now, complete master of this strange situation. With lewd deliberate movements, she lay back on the hay, spreading her slender, golden thighs wide. Woody gazed down at the curling red pubic hair, saw the glistening moisture of her pink viginal lips that peered delightfully from the triangle with open invitation.
"Do you like me?" she asked, her voice no longer quaking. A hoarse sound came from deep within him, and Woody suddenly lunged for her. She rolled away, giggling. "You too," she giggled in childish laughter. "You've got to take your clothes off too!"
Without hesitation, Woody's fingers worked swiftly at the buttons and zipper of his clothing, and in seconds was stripped. Penny stared in awe at his nakedness-his swollen penis rigid, standing upright and cleaving the air with throbbing, powerful need. The head was purplish, moistened at the tiny slit with a bead of clear fluid. Her huge eyes moved the length of this monstrous organ, down to his swinging, heavy hair-covered testicles, almost hidden in the thick thatch. As she stared, seeing a male organ for the first time in her young life, her yearning grew stronger-so strong, she could feel the palpitations ripple through her. "Come here," she whispered huskily.
Woody dropped into the hay beside her, his hands going out greedily to seize her swelling breasts. She welcomed the harsh rasp of his hands as they brushed across the turgid, red nipples. With inflamed urgency, her own hands sought out his cudgel, caressing the throbbing erection down its full length to cup his huge testicles exploringly. He was the first man she had ever known-had ever touched and seen in this manner and she wanted to know every inch, every pore, of this bludgeon.
"So big," she said softly, awed by the tremendous strength she knew this throbbing, hot organ must hold. "So very, very big!"
Woody remained silent, knowing a girl-especially one as young as this-wanted to examine and fondle for the first time. He dipped his head as his lips quickly began tasting her virginal breasts. Penny felt him tugging at her swollen nipples, his tongue fluttering gently but urgently, and unconsciously her hips began to rotate gently as the pleasure built higher inside her stomach. Her lust grew and boiled until she thought she would burst… erupt into thousands of pieces of flesh and bone and blood.
Wrapping her fingers about his hardened penis, she began to instinctively work her fist up and down, stretching his skin tighter, masturbating him slowly as she thrilled to the sensations of caressing a man this way. Her other hand fondled and rolled his swollen testicles. Moving her palm over the blood-engorged head of his phallus, she felt the warm liquid of his dripping seminal juices. Involuntarily, Penny moaned, "Please… God, let me see it!"
Woody pulled his sucking lips from her nipples and sat back on his heels, legs spread wide. Penny raised her naked body on one elbow and stared with hunger at the throbbing instrument. As if controlled by some outside, unknown force, her face moved closer and closer to the penis… and when her lips touched the swollen tip, they opened automatically in response and her tongue darted out, flicking delicately at the tiny slit. The taste of his sperm filled her mouth and senses, a shock rippled through her quivering body, slamming into her groin like an electric probe. A chill of delight caused her to shiver and Woody saw the young, naked body shake. A moan came from her lips as they parted… and Penny was helpless in what she did next. She slipped her lips over the wide expanse of his burgeoning phallus, then closing them tightly around the pulsating flesh. She began to make gentle sucking motions, her tongue rolling and fluttering and swirling around the rubbery smoothness, tasting and thrilling to his maleness. She found his organ warm and throbbing between her lips, and her action was one of female instinctiveness. Not understanding the significance of what she was doing-not caring •but wanting to continue-she felt his penis jerk between her lips. Hungry now, she slid her mouth further along the thick length, feeling the rubbery tip brush over the roof of her mouth and she closed her cheeks around it and pressed her tongue tightly against the undersurface. She groaned again as the head throbbed against her throat, and hardly realizing what she was doing, she began to suck back and forth with furiously sucking motions, her hand tugging hard at his testicles.
Woody began to rock gently back and forth, sliding his penis in and out of her tightly clasping lips, knowing what she wanted now.
He gave it to her.
His penis started spewing in jerking motions, filling her mouth with his thick, slimy semen. A soft gurgle came from the fifteen-year-old redhead as she began to swallow swiftly, surprised at the quantity of his discharge. She found to her delight the taste of him, and her mouth worked hard and strong on his squirting penis. Penny flicked her tongue over the sensitive head of his penis to drink in the last drop, them pulled her lips away and looked up at him. "I… I've never done… that before."
Woody chuckled, cupping her cheeks between his hands and pressing his mouth down on hers. He kissed her deeply, tasting the residue of his ejaculation that lingered in her mouth.
"You did just fine, Penny," he said softly. "A bit more practice and you'll make a damned good cock sucker!"
She gazed up at his face with lust-filled eyes, murmuring, "Woody… how can we… you're soft we can't… "
"We can in just a minute, baby," he said, pulling her thighs widely apart and dipping his face to the triangled orifice. He found her vagina was dripping with the secretions, her small, tight buttocks coated with the slimy mess. He cupped them in each hand, then pressed his lips to her pulsating orifice. His tongue snaked out and twirled about the sensitive tip of her clitoris. Penny mewled in delight, arching her crotch high in the air. For a long time he tongued her vagina, dipping into the succulent lips to taste the sweet honey she released in continuous streams. Then, lifting his smeared face, he was once again ready for her. Sliding up her naked body, his face went between her swelling breasts, his tongue licking the sides of the shivering mounds, his full weight pressing her into the soft hay. A small whimper broke from her throat as he lunged downward, the head of his once more turgid penis parting the soft curls of her pubic hair that surrounded the gates of her steaming passage. Penny trembled with anticipation as the huge, bulging bead slipped between the pink, slippery lips of her never before entered orifice. She felt a sharp, stabbing pain… but it was not enough to drive out the intense desire of wanting him inside her body.
She threw her legs wide, then clasped them around his body, her heels banging in mindless frenzy at his tight buttocks. She lifted her own naked crotch to meet his furious thrust… and then there was no more pain. The hay loft seemed to recede in the distance as if she were suddenly thrown into space, floating on white, puffy clouds of erotic bliss. Oh, she thought in the dark recesses of her burning mind. I've never felt anything so-so good! It's… delicious… wonderful! It gets better and better… everything he thrusts into me! From far away she heard herself whimpering, "So good… Oh, God… so good! That lovely hard thing is so much better than my finger." And as this big man lunged time and again into her, her whisperings became more and more audible to the man's ears.
"Shove it more! Deeper… deeper, Woody please! Oh, God, darling… don't stop… never stop… do it to me… forever… "
Her verbal urging and banging heels made him move deeper and quicker into her receptive passage. She clawed at his back, leaving streaks of blood in long, red furrows. His lips were all over her swollen breasts, leaving moist trails of his saliva as he attempted to devour the lovely globes. He probed at her gasping mouth with his tongue, running it deeply into her oral cavity as he plunged his instrument of pleasure into her beautiful body. Penny cried and moaned and sobbed with the intense heat that bubbled and churned in her body. She gyrated and tossed him about like a maddened bitch in heat. As her buttocks writhed in abandonment below him, she tried to drive her tongue down his throat, striving to reach into the farthest darkness of his inner being.
Dimly, Penny was aware of the prowling animal that had been caged inside her body for a long, very long time. The unknown beast now paced back and forth, seeking the gates of release. And this man was about to unlock those gates, and a part of her that Penny had never known before, a very important part, was breaking loose; it would never be restrained again… never in her life! This, she quickly thought, was what she had been born for… made for.
And as Woody stroked into her body with quick, rhythmical in and out movements, she realized it was becoming better with each of his thrusts… until it could not possibly get any better… her whole body, her very essence, felt as if she were splitting and exploding into the unknown universe of lust.
She screamed into his open mouth suddenly. Her vagina rippled and quivered, growing hotter and hotter, and suddenly the swift torrent of her orgasm shook her naked body, pouring forth the pent up secretions, causing her hair-lined split to become even wetter than ever before. And as she climaxed, so did Woody. His body stiffened suddenly when he felt the convulsive contractions of her inner muscles and his organ swelled to further proportions. He felt his bubbling semen roar up the thick, bulging tube underneath his penis, then spew out in great gobs of thick, foaming squirts to splash around her cervix, filling her delicious orifice until it flowed from the tightly clasping lips of her vagina to run in obscene rivers of passion, smearing her inner thighs, the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks, to pool lewdly on the hay below the pumping hips.
Penny and Woody hung in space, suspended by the thin thread that was not of this world, yet a part of it. Then, with chest heaving in exhaustion, they rolled apart to sprawl in the sweet hay, gasping for air. Penny was aware that she would never be the same girl again-no matter how long she lived, and she was very, very happy with what had happened to her and in her emotions.
Woody had been on the farm almost a month now, and his secure feeling was growing each day. He enjoyed all the sexual pleasures he desired with Penny, and had almost forgotten about the young girl in town. Now, as he mended a broken gate near the barn, Cora came out to bring him a glass of cold lemonade. She noticed the small bag he had brought with him, as he did on every day.
"How come you keep that little bag with you all the time?" she asked, nudging it with her toe. Woody's breath caught, then he leaned down and picked the bag up, sitting it on a wooden crate near the barn. "How come you stick so close-to it?"
"It's got all she personal things I have in the whole world. You know, pictures of my family, that sort of thing."
"You plan on carrying it around with you while farming?"
"Oh, I'll find a place for it," Woody said, appearing calm.
Cora didn't mention it again, but she thought about it frequently. In her back country way, she knew it must contain more than momentos-he was just too possessive about it. She decided to find out what it held.
The following week, she asked Woody to drive into town and purchase some supplies that were badly needed on the farm. But first, she made sure he had found a place to keep his bag. Woody, feeling quite secure now, drove the rattling old car to town, and as soon as he disappeared from sight, Cora hurried to the room she had given him. She searched every nook and cranny without success. Then, sitting on the bed, she decided to peek under it.
There was the bag, not hidden at all, but in plain sight. She pulled it out and unsnapped the latch. The bag opened and Cora's breath sucked in quickly. Before her lay a fortune in small bills a small revolver. Immediately Cora's mind began working. She had known for the past week about Woody and her oldest daughter, having heard them in the barn one morning. Now, she put this knowledge to use. Quickly now, she went in search of Penny, and explained what she had found. She also told her daughter about knowing of the sexual activities she and Woody were involved in.
The Sutter family had been poor all their lives, and it didn't take mother and daughter long to devise a plan whereby they could have this money without Woody.
While Woody was in town, enjoying himself with the tender young girl in the diner, he was not aware of the fact that this was his last day of life. Returning to the farm late, Cora acted no different than usual. She prepared him a late dinner, then Woody went to his room-for the night. He was not at all interested in sex at the moment, but in sleep. The little girl in town had drained him physically and emotionally. He was drifting off into sleep-when Penny entered his bedroom.
She came close, setting on the bed in her thin, worn gown and leaned over to kiss him. Woody groaned about being too tired. "Besides," he said, "your mother might hear us."
It was the first time she had come into his room.
Penny paid no heed to his pleas, and her fingers wandered down to his groin. She cupped his limp penis and fondled him. Woody, afraid to cause an argument and create noise, allowed her to continue. But no how much and how hard Penny caressed him, his organ would not respond. Finally, she leaned over and kissed the tip of his flaccid organ. She sniffed delicately, then raised her head.
"You been with a girl," she accused, pouting at him.
Woody said nothing.
"I don't mind, darling," Penny whispered. "I know how much you enjoy sticking this big thing in a girl. I don't mind at all, but you must save some for me."
Her voice sounded odd, but Woody didn't dwell on it. He sighed as her lips closed around his organ, and she applied heated suction to him. He closed his eyes and let the warm mouth try its charm on his genitals. He did not hear the soft footsteps that entered the room.
Cora watched her daughter fellating Woody for a moment, then she lifted the small revolver and aimed it at Woody's head. Cora had never fired a weapon in her life, and when she pulled the trigger, there was a pop like a large firecracker going off. Penny, her lips tightly clasping the still soft organ, gave a short sigh and slumped forward, blood running from the tiny hole in her temple. Cora saw where the bullet entered her daughter's head and screamed. It had been so fast, Woody did not have time to understand. He was aware of Penny slumping across his stomach, and the next thing was the searing pain as a bullet entered his head just below his right eye.
The authorities recovered the embezzled money. Cora's mind had snapped when she had killed her daughter by accident and had to be institutionalized. Her other three daughters were placed in the state orphanage.
The case is presented to show the greed of people, greed that is so great a mother will conspire with her teen-aged daughter to gain the objective. Woody, an embezzler and child molester, was buried in the small town. Occasionally, one can see a thirteen-year-old girl placing flowers on his grave.