Chapter 4

Gladys and I made our way back to her place carefully, along the rutted roads. Once again, I had a difficult time keeping my eyes on my driving lanes due to the obscene amount of jiggling, flopping and wobbling that was happening on Gladys’ chest. But I got us there safely, though she did chide me several times while chuckling.

Once there, I volunteered to handle whatever chores she needed done, and she put me to work getting the smoker ready; clean the grill, gather the right kind of wood, tend the fire ... etc. Once the embers reached the right point, we tossed on the pork butt procured from the grocery store. From there, all I had to do was keep a good smoke rolling from the embers, using pecan and apple wood I’d gathered earlier. A few hours later, the meat was cooked to perfection. In the interim, she had prepared a batch of fresh bread and several vegetable dishes.

She’d been right when she said she always cooks too much food. There was enough here to feed 14 or more people! And we were only expecting three, counting me! (The next day, Gladys informed me that she generally took most of her leftovers to her sister’s house, and that’s why she overdoes the food quantities when cooking.)

We did some general tidying and light-duty cleaning also, but nothing too strenuous or time-consuming was needed. Her place may have looked run-down from outside, but she kept the inside as neat as a pin.

Soon enough, all the chores and cooking were done and Gladys asked me to “clean yersef up fer comp’ny”, so I took another cold bath in the creek, shaved and put on fresh clothes. When I looked presentable (per Gladys), she took another creek bath also, then donned a slightly less casual dress – still simple, but a little more ‘pressed’ looking.

Not long after, we heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. Louise was navigating her old Chevy up the driveway and Gladys went to the front porch to greet her. After hearing the vehicle stop, the engine cut off and a couple door slams, all I could make out was the somewhat-muffled excited talking of two ladies who acted as if they had not seen each other earlier that day.

Then, quite plainly, I heard Gladys’ voice, “Daisy! Good Lord, girl! Lookit yew! C’mere an’ lemme hug on ya’”. Apparently, Louise had decided to bring her granddaughter along for supper. “No problem there”, I thought, “we’ve certainly got enough food”. Almost immediately, my next thought was a memory of Louise talking about Daisy’s boob growth. My cock began to stiffen with curiosity and anticipation. Soon enough, the ladies decided they’d had enough of “visitin’ on th’ porch” and entered the house. In an effort the hide my lower body, I chose to remain in the kitchen, behind the counter.

“Hey, honey!” Gladys called. “Guess what? Daisy came along with Lew-eese for supper. Ain’t ‘at good news? And she brung those sweet potaters I tol’ yew ‘bout.”

“Yes, indeed” I replied. “I thought I was going to be dining with two lovely ladies, and now I’ll be dining with three lovely ladies! That’s certainly good news, in my book.” I offered my best smile and extended my hand across the counter to Louise, who ignored it and came around to grab me in a friendly hug that was very tight, but only lasted a few moments before she half-released and looked down.

“Yew wasn’t kiddin’, Gladys,” she half-mumbled, and then released me, stepping back toward her granddaughter.

Gladys took care of the introductions. “Jim, you done met Lew-eese, an’ this here’s ‘er gran-dawter, Daisy. Daisy, this here handsome man is Jim Summers.”

I offered my hand to her across the counter and she took it daintily, blushing and avoiding eye contact most of the time. It was a good thing I’d hidden my lower body behind the counter. Because, even fully clothed in complete overalls with a shirt underneath, there was no hiding her figure. Petite, in most ways, she looked to be about 5’3”, and quite slender – with breasts that looked enormous. If that weren’t enough, the movement under her shirt seemed to indicate that she (like every other I’d seen in town) was braless. The blood in my body was continuing to make its way to my groin.

“Ladies,” Gladys said, “supper is all ready t’ eat. So ya’ll grab a chair an’ we’ll dig in, ‘kay?”

While they were choosing chairs and settling, I quickly made my way around the counter and seated myself, hoping to avoid embarrassment. Just before I sat down, I noticed Gladys’ staring at my crotch, bug-eyed. I caught her eye and she just smiled.

Supper was delicious. Gladys and Louise chattered on about all manner of gossip while I did my best to relax and lose my erection. Eventually, it deflated and I was able to finish my meal without a raging boner.

After the meal, Louise offered some ‘shine from her husband’s still. “Can I have a taste, Gramma?” Daisy asked. “I ‘on’t see why not.” Louise replied. “Hell, yer almos’ 16 fer Pete’s sake!”

Louise poured a small glass of moonshine for each of us and we sipped slowly while everyone’s relaxation level improved.

“Did she say you’re ALMOST sixteen?” I asked Daisy.

“Yes sir” she replied. “Won’ be long ‘fore I can get me a drivin’ license” she stated proudly.

All I could think to say out loud was, “Good for you, Daisy.”

“Hey, Mr. Jim...” she started, “can I ax yew a question?

“I suppose so, Daisy.”

“Will yew lemme see yer dick?” I emitted a startled cough. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, except I had a mouthful of liquor at the time and the cough made some of the flammable liquid shoot out my nose.

She continued “I ain’t seen one ‘cept Ol’ Skeeter’s and I shore hope they all ain’t that tiny.”

“Daisy!” barked Louise. “That ain’t now way to ask a feller fer such a thang! Sakes alive, child! Act like yew got some manners.”

As my coughing subsided, I looked to Gladys for some kind of direction or assitance in dealing with what was becoming an increasingly-common request. “Um...” was all that came out of my mouth.

Gladys finally interceded, though not the way I was expecting. “Daisy, he’ll be happy to show yew his dick. But yer gonna hafta recip’rcate, ‘kay? I know Jim real good, and he’s gonna wanna see yer titties. Yew okay wi’ that?”

“Why shore, Miss Gladys! He can see my titties all he wants! I see’s these thangs ever-day, so they’s nothin’ special ‘bout ‘em t’ me. But I ain’t never seen a dick ‘cept Skeeters.” Daisy responded. “Tha’s alright, ain’t it Gramma?”

“Honey, tha’s up t’ yew an’ Jim.” Louise replied. “Yer damn-near grow’d up, sugar. But yew done make up yer mind, I can tell.” Louise grinned at Daisy. “Yew jus’ ‘member what I tol’ yew ‘bout bein’ safe, honey, ‘kay?”

“Yes ma’am” said Daisy. And with that, she stood and began to quickly disrobe so quickly that she was down to nothing but her panties before I could say a word. Her boobs were simply spectacular! Her teen body, so slender and tight, with narrow hips but a little bubble butt – and those knockers! Firm and seemingly cantilevered over her trim tummy ... I felt a little dizzy from the blood rushing away from my brain enroute to my cock.

I looked at Gladys again and she just grinned and shrugged.

So I stood and unlatched my belt buckle. While kicking off my boots, I unsnapped, unzipped and then dropped my trousers to the floor. I reached for the waist of my boxer shorts when Louise stopped me.

“Jim, will yew take of yer shirt too, please? It’d shore be nice t’ see all of ye’.”

Obliging her, I removed my shirt, leaving me in only my boxer shorts. At this point, in what was appearing to become a ceremony for her, Gladys moved to me and grabbed the waist of my boxers. She slowly pulled them down while watching the faces of Louise and Daisy. When the root of my cock hit the air, Louise groaned at its girth. When my cock eventually sprang free and slapped Gladys in the chin, Daisy began to whimper. “Oh, Mr. Jim ... I never ‘magined it’d be that big. Gosh, it shore looks hard. Is ‘zat ‘cause o’ yer lookin’ at my boobies?”

“Daisy, I’m hard as a rock for a lot of reasons right now. But the biggest reason is I’m looking at your beautiful body” I responded.

Gladys grabbed my cock and began to slowly, teasingly stroke it. With a conspiratorial smile, she said “I wanna see if he’ll get even harder. Let’s all pull out our titties!”

Louise blushed and stammered for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and adding “Ya’ll need to ‘member I’m a married woman an’ I love my husban’. I ain’t gonna cheat on ‘im wi’ no other man.” Then, after sharing a few glances with Gladys, added “But I’ll get nekkid jus’ like ever-body else if’n it means Jim’ll keep that big ol’ mule dick out where I can see it.”

Gladys let go of my cock and began undressing herself, watching Louise do the same. “Just so’s yew know, ladies. Much as Jim loves ‘im some big titties, he shore loves pussy too. So ladies, show ‘em off!”

And three pairs of panties dropped to the floor while I stared in hungry stupor at the three nude women sharing the room with me and my twitching cock.

Gladys, with her monumentally large, heavy, beautiful funbags and shaved pussy. Louise, with her fit, but matronly curves, probably D cup breasts and a small thatch of dark brown hair. Daisy, with her slender teen body and those bouncing titties ... at least D’s! She had a very sparse, almost see-through, growth of light brown pubic hair.

As I surveyed the glorious landscape of flesh before me, I unconsciously reached for my cock before Gladys slapped my hand away. “Huh-huh, sugar. ‘Member what I tol’ yew ‘fore. Yew ain’t gonna be jerkin’ that big pecker yersef while I’m ‘round.” And she proceeded to slowly stroke.

“Louise, yew wanna get a feel of this mule dick?” Gladys asked.

“Lord, I don’ know if I ever wanted sump’n more,” Louise replied. “But I know if’n I get my hands on it, I won’ be able t’ stop mysef. An’ I promised my husban’ before God an’ the preacher man that I wouldn’ cheat. So I’m jus’ gonna sit ove’ ‘ere and rub on my pussy fer a while.”

“Can I touch it Miss Gladys?” Daisy eagerly asked. I was beginning to feel like a lab experiment, talked about as if I couldn’t speak for myself. But there was no way I was going to complain.

Gladys gently pushed me back into the chair. “Shore thang, Daisy” Gladys said. “Yew jus’ come on over here an’ crouch down, so’s yew can get a good hold on ‘im.”

Daisy approached nervously, then slowly sank to her knees in front of me, her titties continuing to bob and jiggle with her movements. She grabbed my dick with one, small, cool hand and my cock lurched.

“Ahh!” a startled Daisy exclaimed, but she didn’t let go. “Wow! It’s so big, Mr. Jim! Jeez, it’s sooo big ... and hard!”

“He’s a special man, Daisy” said Gladys, with a proud smile. “Yew ain’t gonna find another fella with a dick like Jim’s. Least-ways, not ‘round these parts, yew ‘on’t.”

Gladys continued, “If yew keep on a-jerkin’ ‘im like ‘at, he’s gonna cum. But if’n yew want a make it better, yew oughta put it in yer mouth and suck on ‘im. He’s loves it when I do ‘at.”

Daisy’s eyes grew large. “Miss Gladys! Yew get this big ol’ thang in yer mouth? How’zit ever fit in ‘ere?”

“Yew ain’t gotta get the whole thang in, sugar. Jus’ get as much as yew can, then keep a-jerkin’ on the part that won’t fit.” said Gladys. Louise began a low, animalistic growl. We all looked toward her to see she had two fingers in her cooch, sawing away while her eyes were beginning to roll back in her head.

Daisy looked up to meet my eyes. “‘Zat alright wi’ yew, Mr. Jim. Can I suck on it?”

My dick lurched in her hands again as I looked into her eyes and tried to craft a romantic, poetic reply. “Yep...” was all that came out.

She then added her other hand to her stroking efforts on my cock and tentatively licked the head. Then again, then again and so on, until she mustered the courage to put the head in her mouth. The girth alone was causing her to stretch her jaw wide. When her tongue touched the underside of my cock, I almost came right then!

Instead, I closed my eyes and focused on holding back the flow for as long as possible. When initial urge passed, I opened my eyes again. “That feels so good, Daisy. You’re doing so well right now.” I offered. She hummed to herself in satisfaction.

I leaned over and began touching her shaking breasts, very lightly squeezing and testing their weight. Soon enough, I lightly pinched her nipples and her eyes bugged out while she began moaning. I had never met a girl with nipples as sensitive as hers. I continued to twist and pinch her lovely points and she kept sucking. After a few minutes, she took my cock out of her mouth, yelped and tensed up ... shook and relaxed. Keeping one her hands on my cock, almost to hold herself from falling, she rested for a few moments.

“Golly, Mr. Jim! I shore like ‘at! Yew made my pussy cum so hard when yew was playin’ wi’ my titties. Whew! I don’ reckon’ I’d ever git tired o’ that.”

Gladys had made her way to Louise and was licking her clit while rubbing on her own. Louise had both her hands on Gladys’ tits, mauling them.

Louise spoke up, between gasps. “Daisy, honey. If’n Jim hepped yew t’ cum that hard, yew need t’ help him cum too. Don’ tease the poor man. His big ol’ pecker an’ balls mus’ be achin’ to shoot a load by now. Huh, Jim?”

I just nodded “Where do you want my cum, Daisy? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” That suggestion gave her a sour expression, so I immediately said “I wanna cum on your beautiful titties. Is that okay with you?” She seemed confused, but said “Okay, Mr. Jim, if yew want to”.

“I won’t be much longer” I warned her as I stood up, pushing the chair away from the back of my legs. Now, looking down on her kneeling form, I said “Hold your titties up for me, honey. I’m gonna shoot my cum all over them.” She took her hands from my dick and reached underneath her teenage D cups, lifting them to my gaze and cock.

I only made a half-dozen strokes before I felt the dam about to break. So I aimed my cock at her glorious knockers and let loose. My vision blurred while copious globs of my cum shot onto her tits. I kept stroking until I felt dry and my cock began to soften.

For a few moments, she sat there holding her cum-covered tits, apparently stunned. Gladys turned to us and said “Daisy, honey. If yew ain’t gonna lick up ‘is cum, will yew lemme do it?”

“Yew wanna lick it off my titties, Miss Gladys?” Daisy asked incredulously. Gladys just nodded and smiled.

“Okay” was all Daisy said before Gladys descended on her, licking the teenager’s heaving cum-covered breasts of all traces of my ball batter. With each mouthful, she would make a show of swallowing it. “Yum. So good. Daisy, yew should try ‘is. Jim has th’ sweetes’ cum of any man, I swear.”

Daisy eventually relented and use her fingers to scoop some of my cum off one of her nipples. She sucked the finger into mouth. And after a few moments, seemed to relish it. “Mmmm, yer right, Miss Gladys, I like it. It’s a little weird tastin’ but it’s good. ‘Course, I ain’t never had no other fella’s cum, so I caint compare it. But (lick) I (lick) shore (lick) like (swallow) it.”

“Can I have some more, Mr. Jim?” Daisy asked.

“Yew’ll hafta wait ‘til some other day, sugar” Gladys said. “He caint cum all the time without restin’. It takes some time fer a fella to store up some more cum.”

Daisy began to pout.

Gladys hugged her, “But I promise yew, sugar. Jim’ll be happy t’ give yew s’more o’ ‘is cum later, okay? I’ll talk to yer gran-maw and we’ll set aside some time fer yew t’ come visit.”

Louise nodded. “That’ll be fine, Gladys. Yew jus’ let me know when ya’ll want comp’ny again, okay?” And Gladys and Louise hugged. “Ya’ll ‘re welcome anytime, Lew-eese. I jus’ figured it’d be bes’ if yew know when Daisy is comin’ over here, s’all.”

“Tha’s good thankin’” said Louise, while beginning to get dressed. “Daisy, it’s time t’ put yer clothes on, girl. We gotta git outta here so’s Gladys an’ Jim can git some sleep tonight.”

Daisy again mopingly said “Yes ma’am” and began to dress herself.

“I’ll see ya’ll out” Gladys said, and put her dress back on.

When all the ladies were presentable again, Louise hugged me and thanked me for the evening, complimenting the way I had cooked the pork roast earlier. “So juicy and tasty!” she said before walking toward her car.

Daisy hugged me tightly, grinding her hips into me seeming to try to feel my cock through the crotch of her overalls. Not much to feel at this point though. Though her actions had cause me to rouse again, I was still not even half-hard. Undaunted, she reached a hand down and grabbed my semi-flaccid cock, squeezing and smiling. To counter, I reached up and grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing and rolling my thumbs over her nipples through her shirt. She began to quiver and moan – then I let go and stepped back, removing my cock from her hand.

She looked shocked. So I grinned and said, “That, little lady, is a lesson you should learn right now: Don’t start something unless you can finish it.”

She got a twinkle in her eye, grinned and said simply “I hope I git t’ see yew soon, Mr. Jim.” And walked toward the door.

Gladys and I cleaned up the remnants of supper, wrapped the leftovers and settled in for a long night’s rest. We both lay on our sides, with me acting the ‘big spoon’, one arm draped across her, so I could grab a handful of her delightful funbags whenever I chose. Most other nights of my life, I’d have been horned-up beyond belief. But even with this huge-titted, beautiful woman naked against me, after such a full day and the prurient exercise we’d enjoyed, it didn’t take long for us both to drift off the sleep.

Surprising myself, I woke before Gladys the next morning. Gingerly getting out of bed to avoid waking her, I started a pot of coffee, grabbed my shower kit and hiked down the hill for a cold water bath in the creek. After cleaning all over and shaving my face, it occurred to me that I should tidy up the hair between my legs also. Using only scissors, with just a trim in mind, I carefully trimmed my pubic hair back to a more manageable outcropping. On a whim, I decided to shave the hair from my balls and did so. “What the hell...” I thought, “you’ve already gone this far...” - and I shaved off the remainder of the hair, except a small, trimmed patch above my cock. I had to admit, the rumors were true: It really does make your cock look bigger without a thicket of dark pubes around your equipment. Satisfied with my decision, I rinsed and climbed the hill back to the cabin.

When I came back in, I accidentally allowed the back screen door to slam, waking Gladys. She mumbled, rolled onto her back and heaved her upper body upright in bed, her chestnut hair frizzy and matted all at once, she smiled sleepily at me and began chuckling. “Hehehe, well SOMEbody done got a start on the day, huh? And it looks like yew did some trimmin’ too!” she said while pointing at my mostly bald crotch.