Chapter 1

Dorothy looked out the window of her small bedroom at the farmhand working on the fence outside her window. Enos was a tall, thin man, kind-hearted but tough as nails. He seemed to have unlimited energy and was a hard worker. He had been working the farm for as long as Dorothy could remember and knew Dorothy since she was born.

She liked Enos and when she was younger, her and Enos had spent many enjoyable hours as she read to him from some of her storybooks. Enos wasn’t well educated and he couldn’t read or write except for scrawling his name, but he was patient and enjoyed listening to Dorothy as she learned to read herself.

The family farm had seen better days. The last few years the crops didn’t produce well and the last couple they didn’t produce much at all. Henry, Dorothy’s father, had borrowed heavily against the farm to try to keep it running and was now deeply in debt. When the farm was in better days, there were over a dozen men working the fields. But the drought had whittled away at the crops and Henry had to start selling things to keep the place afloat.

Shortly after the drought started four years ago, Dorothy’s mother, Jessie, took ill and passed away, leaving Henry and Dorothy alone to handle the farm. Dorothy, just barely fourteen at the time, tried to pick up the slack and do what she could to make up for her mother’s absence, but Henry was devastated and had since become quiet and withdrawn, even around her.

This tragedy added to the stress and pressure everyone felt. It became too much for most of the workers – the sullen air coupled with financial difficulties made most of the workers leave the farm. Only Enos and Big John remained ... Enos because he wasn’t educated and had limited opportunities, and Big John because he was just loyal to Henry – he had been with him so long that he wouldn’t feel comfortable working for someone else. Henry couldn’t pay the two men wages, but they did have free room and board. The four of them were more like a family than employer/employee.

Dorothy watched Enos as he repaired the fence. He had taken his shirt off and she admired his thin, but strong body as he worked. She always liked watching the guys work, it excited her to see them sweating, lifting heavy things and working hard. Dorothy felt a tingle in her pussy as she watched Enos that day.

Dorothy was a bit of a nympho – she had a very high sex drive and the two men were really the only game around. It was all very hush-hush and her father had no idea that his little girl was the farm whore, but on the farm you learn to make do with what you have! She’d had both men a couple times and each one gave her something she needed. Enos had a regular diameter cock, about two inches, but he was quite long at eight inches.

Big John, on the other hand, was about an inch shorter but very fat in girth. So each one brought something different to the bedroom. Enos felt really good when she wanted to be fucked in the ass – one of her favorite activities – or when she felt like a little deepthroat fun. But when she really felt like being stretched she called on Big John, who was aptly named, to fill her needs!

Dorothy watched Enos working and as she did, her hand slowly found its way down between her legs and she began stroking her insistent pussy through her thin cotton panties. The summer heat was simmering and Dorothy wore only a pair of cut-off jeans (cut off higher than Daddy would have liked!) and a loose fitting spaghetti-string camisole top that left her midriff enticingly bare. Dorothy loved dressing flirty – and even naughty sometimes – to attraction the guys attention, much to her father’s dismay. But Henry didn’t say anything ... he didn’t react to much anymore it seemed.

Dorothy found herself already getting wet as her hand slipped under her cut-offs and rubbed the damp cotton undergarment. She smiled softly then moaned as her hand softly stroked her hungry kitty. As she watched Enos’ muscles rippling under his smooth tanned skin, she thought about a certain muscle she wouldn’t mind seeing again. She slipped her hand under her panties and parted the dewy lips of her pussy, dipping a finger into her steaming depths.

“God, I am so fucking horny!” she said out loud, clamping a hand over her mouth quickly, then remembering that Daddy had to run into town for some supplies and groceries. She had to do something to quench the fire in her belly. She couldn’t call the boys this time – Big John had gone with her father and Enos was busy with the fence. It was up to her and her wicked imagination to solve this one! She went into the fridge and got one of the cucumbers she had picked from the garden. It was the right shape and a good size for fucking too – this would do nicely!

Stopping by the sink to give the vegetable a good washing, she took it back to her bedroom and closed the door about halfway. This would give her a little privacy and if Enos “happened” to stop by, he would see what he was missing out on too! She licked and sucked her green boyfriend for a bit while fingering herself, wanting to get her pussy nice and wet before filling it with the cuke-cock. She moaned softly as her fingers found all her special places and her pussy willingly gave up its sweetness. Quickly her moans grew accompanied by the wet squishing of her fingers in her tight hole.

With her pussy screaming for something inside it, Dorothy took hold of the end of the cuke and pointed it towards her ravenous fuckhole. She rubbed the tip around, lubing it with her juices and then slipped the tip between her soft folds. She stopped, playfully, at her entrance as if teasing her own pussy and making it beg. Dorothy bit her lip as she pressed the vegetable into service as a surrogate lover, easing the large cuke into her hole. She moaned as she felt it opening her hole and stretching her, much like Big John would have, had he been handy.

Dorothy pushed the cucumber deeper into her, relishing the feeling of being filled after needing it so much. She kept pressing the vegetable deeper into her, as if she couldn’t get enough inside her. She began rolling her hips and humping up at the green cock moaning louder and whimpering as it filled her. Her other hand moved up to pinch her hard aching nipples, the tender nubs wanting some action as well.

Dorothy then began fucking herself in earnest with the cucumber, plunging it hard and deep into her pussy while rubbing her swollen clit with the other hand. She needed a good hard cum in the worst way! She was jabbing her dripping hole almost frantically as she got closer to that blissful event her body craved. She was so close...

Just as she approached the edge of oblivion she heard a hard rapping on the door. “Fuck! she muttered as she pulled the cucumber from it’s warm wet nest. “Who in the hell can that be?”

“Just a minute!” she called out, hurriedly getting herself redressed and composed. This had better be fucking good! she thought to herself as she went to see who could be so rude as to interrupt her private moments.

“Yes, can I help you? she said, opening the door.

“I’m Mrs. Blankenship from the bank. Is your father home?” the woman said, curtly.

“No, he went into town to buy supplies and some groceries, Mrs. Blankenship,” Dorothy said, trying to be as well-mannered and polite as she could. Oh, she knew who Mrs. Blankenship was all right – she had heard her father talking to John and Enos about how the bank was hounding him to make the monthly payments and Mrs. Blankenship would call and threaten him all the time with foreclosure if he didn’t make this month’s payment in full and on time. She really was a heartless old shrew!

“Well, you tell you father to give me a call at the bank as soon as he gets home. It’s very important that he calls me. You will tell him, won’t you?” she said.

“Yes, Mrs. Blankenship, I will tell him the moment he gets home,” she said, trying not too sound too condescending.

“Very well then,” she said, walking out the door.

As soon as she shut the door, Dorothy headed back to her room “Bitch!” she said loudly as she walked down the hallway. She went back to her room and tried to pick up where she left off, but the woman had ruined the mood she was in. Frustrated and mad that she still hadn’t cum, she stormed off to the barn.

Dorothy had set herself up a corner of the hayloft where she could get away and be by herself to think. She was headed to her little thinking place after her encounter with Mrs. Blankenship ruined her sexy mood. But halfway up the ladder to the hayloft, the rung of the home-made ladder broke and she fell down onto the hard dirt floor of the barn.

Dorothy remembered the rung breaking and a short scream before things went black. When she woke up though, she was in the strangest place. It was a city park-like area, but a park and a city unlike anything she had ever seen. The buildings were all round, cylindrical shaped rather than square and they were mostly multi-story buildings surrounding this park. The park itself was quite odd – she had never seen trees like this and even the grass felt funny – not like the grass she had known.

As she slowly got up, finding herself quite sore from the fall, a few odd-looking people started to appear from behind the bushes. The people were all made up to look like dolls, with fake, almost plastic-looking hair, red circles for cheeks, the women had bright red lipstick and bright blue eyeshadow. It was all quite bizarre and frightening!

Apparently the people thought she was an odd sight as well because they all pointed and whispered, women hid their children from her and very quickly one of the townspeople that Dorothy could only assume was their version of a police officer came up to her. He poked her with his nightstick, “Who are you?” he asked her sternly. “Are you related to the Wicked Witch?”

“N-No Sir. I’m Dorothy. Dorothy Jenkins,” she said.

“What kind of a name is that?” he asked.

“It’s the name I was born with!” she said, a bit insulted.

“And where are you from Dorothy Dorothy Jenkins?” the man said.

“It’s not Dorothy Dorothy Jenkins, it’s just Dorothy Jenkins. And I’m from Kansas,” she said.