What else could she do? Once or twice the girl had peeked from between the lace curtains of her room and saw Jack striding across the small yard, his bare chest glistening with sweat under the warm mid-day sun. Everytime she looked, Patty thought he was going to turn around suddenly and stare up at her. She felt her spine chill at the thought. But he seemed to have forgotten her. Not once did he stare up at the room, not once did her aunt mention that Jack had said hello. Strangely enough Patty felt something like regret.
Shuffling back to her bed, the blonde teen wondered if her adventure here at the farm was over. Surely she couldn't really want more. During the time she spent in her room, Patty thought over her part in the horrible episode. She'd been guilty, without question. Not once had she fought off her cousin. Not once did she really try to escape. Instead she spread her legs, hunching up her hot, dripping pussy, letting them paw her, suck her, fuck her. One man hadn't been enough for her. She had to have two and, if she hadn't been so weak, she would have taken on all of them!
"Ohhhh!"
Burying her face in her hands, Patty sat down on the edge of the mattress and rocked back and forth, feeling guilt and shame rush over her. What was worse was that Patty wanted this to happen again. In her heart, she wanted Jack to sneak up to the bedroom and fuck her savagely.
"Have to get away… have to get away," she repeated again and again, hugging herself.
But where was she to go? Surely escape would have to be from herself. For it was her burning pussy that had caused all the trouble. Even now, sitting on the bed and thinking, Patty wanted Jack up there, his big hands caressing her shoulders, his thick-muscled legs pushing hers apart while his fat dick slid up and down her greasy cuntal cleft.
"Dear God, help me!"
The blonde teen slid back under the covers, drawing them up tightly against her chin and drifted back to sleep. In her dreams she saw herself stripped naked, running through the fields with all those men pursuing her. Everything stood in her way – trees, bushes, all of nature seemed to conspire against her. Looking back, she saw those hard, thick dicks, balls jiggling as the men gained on her. What was worse was the silly smile she had on her face. Yes, she was letting them catch her, letting them fuck her!
"No!"
She awoke with a start, her eyes wide, her body shivering. This was stupid. She couldn't lay here all night and day and expect her aunt and uncle to say nothing. Throwing back the sheets, Patty reached over and flicked on the light. It was growing dark. "Patty. Patty? Are you all right? Are you coming down for dinner?"
It was her aunt's voice. Running to the door, Patty cracked it open. "Yes, Aunt Martha. I think the flu's gone. I feel much better. I'll be down."
Would Jack be there? Lately her aunt had told her he was always busy in town with one thing or another. Well, she'd have to face him sooner or later. At least now he couldn't frighten her quite so much. She knew what he was capable of, knew his friends. Let him do his worst. She'd be ready for him.
Shrugging off her gown, Patty caught her figure in the full-length mirror. She understood why Jack had fallen for her. Even now, with the bruises still faintly apparent, her white flesh glistened with an exciting glow. Her hips, hourglass figure, firm, pouting tits, her blonde hair hanging just beyond her shoulders – it all was enticing, exciting. Trailing her fingertips up and down her tits and belly, Patty closed her eyes and felt the room swaying around her. No, she couldn't ignore her body. It had taken over completely, turned her into a hot little slut.
"Patty!"
"Coming, Aunt Martha!"
She made a half turn, standing on her toes, watching her firm tits move slightly as she inhaled. Yes, she knew why Jack wanted her, why all the guys in the country wanted her.
Dressing quickly in a flannel shirt and jeans, Patty smoothed her hair, glanced quickly in the mirror, then walked into the corridor.
"Well, there's our little invalid," Patty's aunt said, smiling over the steaming food on the kitchen table.
Patty moved into the brightly lit room, smiling at everyone, then feeling her heart jump when Jack walked into the kitchen, brushing back his black hair.
"Sorry I'm late," he muttered, glancing up at Patty and acknowledging her with a nod. "We're gettin' ready for the hay ride."
"Oh, that sounds like so much fun," Aunt Martha chirped, passing Jack the roast beef before turning to Patty. "Why don't you go? You've been cooped up so much in that room. I insist you do," she said firmly, tilting her chin up.
"But, but I…"
"Yeah, it might be fun. All the guys'd like to see you," Jack said, leering at her.
That dark, sexy look of his triggered Patty into heat. She could feel her cuntlips curling back, her clit stiffening, popping out from the surrounding moist pink flesh while juice seeped from her hole, wetting down the crotch panel of her briefs.
Patty fidgeted with the table cloth. She felt everyone staring at her. She couldn't say no, especially not with her aunt sitting next to her. Patty had been so secretive lately she was certain her aunt and uncle would suspect something was wrong. No, she couldn't let them know what happened. The girl was sure Jack would tell them a lie… that she had seduced him as much as he seduced her. All the family would smile at Jack, feeling that it was a man's prerogative while they'd condemn her as a slut!
"Oh, go on, Patty," her uncle said, putting one hand on her shoulder and rubbing it. "I remember plenty of hayrides in my time. They're lots of fun. Nothing like them in the city. And besides, the guys are rough, but good-natured, right, Jack?"
The young man narrowed his eyes, smirking at Patty, then shoving his fork back into the potatoes and wolfing down his dinner.
It was settled. While her aunt gathered up the dinner dishes, Jack drove the pickup around. Aunt Martha kept going on about bow much fun she was going to have while Patty looked forward to the ride with mixed feelings. Jack was going to get her, fuck her, perhaps do something much worse with her. Of that she was certain. She saw Jack's black eyes glistening with excitement, caught his knowing smile, even though she caught him winking at her when her aunt kept talking about "spooning" and even a little "petting".
"Wait a sec. I'll get Bobby over here. He just lives down the road," Jack said, storming into the living room just as Patty slipped on her red sweater.
Patty stood up like a condemned person in the middle of the large room, watching Jack set up her upcoming degradation. Once more she'd be faced with those men. And, yet, something inside her was quivering with excitement. She could run, could hold her stomach, could faint and pretend she couldn't go on the hayride. Instead she stood there, her heart beating wildly, her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her sweaty flesh while her full cuntlips ballooned with blood.
She waited, sitting with her knees held closely together. In a few minutes Bobby's footsteps were heard in the yard.
"There he is," Jack said, opening the door for Patty.
"Now, you have a good time, dear. And don't bring her back too late, Jack," Martha cautioned, wagging a finger at her son as they walked out of the house.
Jack slipped behind the wheel while Patty slid next to him, Bobby sitting on the passenger side of the vehicle. They drove for several miles, Jack checking his mirror every now and then to make sure no one was following them.
Patty sat in silence, feeling her flesh crawl as Bobby nudged his knee against hers. How odd! Neither of them spoke a word. Then Jack reached down under his seat and pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Uncorking it with his teeth, he took a swig, then passed it over to his buddy.