Chapter 10

Larry Parker wiped sweat off his brow as his car lurched over the rough dirt road. It was not yet noon but it felt close to a hundred outside. A look of grim determination was painted on the middle-aged farmer's face. Larry had just received his invitation to Frank Judge's wedding. It was up to him to put an end to that ill-conceived scheme.

Larry fumed at the idea of his sister daring to invite him to the wedding. He had cut off all ties with the Judges over the last few years. It was as if Catherine had forgot all about her past, including the promise she had made to let him take care of the boy's education.

Well, he was going to take matters into his own hands. There had been nothing to do when Frank was sent off to college. That in itself was a good thing, since it had removed the boy from Catherine's influence. But now the young fool wanted to marry with a girl who was probably as perverse as the rest of the family.

Only two miles separated Larry from the Judge farm. Larry drove the car carefully around a steep bend, cursing at the state of the county road. His reputation as a foul-tempered bachelor was something Larry Parker never disputed. What other man had ever been given so much cause for misanthropy.

He was going to take things into his own hands all right, painful as it would be to see Catherine again. It was impossible to expunge the memory of the woman and the happy adolescent years they had spent together. If only she had not left him, had remained on his farm. But no, Catherine had insisted on marrying and raising a family, disregarding all his warnings.

Larry Parker cursed as he saw an unfamiliar car straddling both lanes of the narrow highway. The car had its hood open and had evidently overheated. It seemed deserted until Larry pulled over and got out of his own auto. Then he could see the car's only passenger struggling to get the thing moving.

"Say, mister, can you help me get this heap moving?" a feminine voice addressed him from the other side of the car. "I've got to be in Bridgetown by noon and the damn thing's broke."

Ordinarily, Larry would have cursed and driven on, only it was impossible to do so with the old sedan blocking the road. He walked over to the woman and grunted as he leaned over the open hood. Yes, he would help the girl, obviously a stranger to his area, and then hurry on to the Judge farm.

"It don't look good," Larry commented. "Your generator's in bad shape and that distributor cap looks ready to melt."

At that point, the young girl burst into tears. To his surprise, Larry found himself quite sympathetic to her plight. Gloria was doing a fine job of acting the helpless woman, crying and fretting in a way that no man could resist. For a moment it had been touch and go but soon she would have her way.

"We'll have to let the motor cool down," Larry continued. "But then I can fix it up for you. Lucky thing there's not a lot of traffic today. You'd get plowed right off the road."

Five minutes later, Gloria had talked the man into taking a walk through a nearby field, accompanied by a bottle of rye she had thought to bring along. She was surprised at Larry, having expected an out-and-out ogre and finding instead a good looking and quite healthy middle aged man, not at all rude or impolite.

"Let's sit down here for awhile," Gloria suggested. "I'm so tired and its' really hot. Are you sure you don't mind taking all this trouble for me? I feel so stupid."

Larry and Gloria sat down under the shade of a copse of elm trees. It was high noon and the broad-leaved bows shaded them for a few minutes from the pitiless sun. Gloria sat close to the old man, knowing her role perfectly. Her skirt rode high over her naked thighs and her blouse had been carefully arranged so that the man could see her tits while pretending not to look.

"Have a drink?" Gloria offered. "We could both use it." Larry accepted the bottle, taking a deep pull before handing it back to Gloria. The girl was a little older than he had thought at first and a damned sight better looking. It was criminal the way she was taunting him with her gorgeous young body. A few more minutes of that and he would not be responsible for his actions. A man, even a moral man, could take only so much.

All the while, Gloria continued to suck up to the ill- tempered bachelor, moving closer and closer until her shoulder was touching his side. Then Gloria whispered a few more words to Larry, still playing innocent but revealing more and more of her scantily clad body. The man was sweating heavily, which was a good sign. He would be after her ass within five minutes.

"So you live all alone," Gloria commented. "Seems strange some woman hasn't trapped you by now. You're really very good- looking."

"I don't care much for women," Larry answered. "Life's much simpler without them. I like to be by myself."

Gloria waited a few more minutes before making herself available. There was an incredible amount of sexual tension in the air and it was easy to believe that Larry had not been with a woman in years. His gaze was so intense with longing that Gloria was almost afraid, not her usual reaction to a potential sex partner.

Larry seemed to go through agonies of indecision before finally approaching the girl. He looked around as if the woods were occupied with spies. Satisfied that they were alone, he leaned forward and breathed the fragrance of Gloria's hair. If only the girl would say something, give him a signal to proceed.

Gloria tilted her face upward, focusing her china blue eyes on Larry's unshaved face. Finally the man gathered his forces and kissed Gloria, taking her roughly in his arms and giving her no chance to resist. It was wrong to fuck a strange woman but she had given him little choice, asked for it.

Gloria allowed herself to smile as she felt Larry's mouth moving down her neck, to the low cut neckline of her fashionable blouse. She shifted her shoulders, making it easier for Larry to get at her firm, peerless breasts. The man undressed her as he continued his kisses, wondering why the girl was not resisting. Immorality was everywhere, he decided. Sometimes a man could resist it but there always came a time when he had to yield.

Gloria struggled out of the rest of her clothing and then stood up naked before Larry as he, too, undressed rapidly. She looked at the man's crotch and smiled at his hard-on. Larry was ready, all right, obviously every bit as virile as the rest of his family. She could only hope that things would go well.

Larry wasted little tune seducing the girl. He kissed Gloria again and then started to squeeze her tits roughly. His hands were calloused and horny but Gloria liked their feel. It was like making love to some savage. Besides, Larry's cock was pressed against her side, hard, imperious and impossible to resist.

Gloria broke out of the embrace just long enough to move into position to suck Larry's prick. She surrounded the thick weapon with soft lips and immediately drew it into her mouth. Larry was trembling with anxiety but she would calm him down soon enough. He would be begging for mercy within an hour.

Gloria used all her talents on the unwilling victim of her seduction. Her head bobbed up and down on Larry's cock while her hands caressed the man's heavy scrotum. Already she could taste a drop of cum leaking out of the man's rod. Indeed, it must have been years since his last woman. Despite all she had heard about Uncle Larry, Gloria found herself liking the man. Perhaps he would not even try to make trouble for her and Frank.

Larry sat still for a few moments, unable to believe his good fortune. Gloria was amazingly beautiful, fresh, voluptuous and sophisticated. Evidently she knew a good deal about sex. She was the first woman he had been able to enjoy since Catherine. The way she sucked his prick was enough to drive the man wild with desire.

Gloria spit out the huge prick and then lay back against the tree, rubbing her hand all over her light-colored bush. Larry saw what she wanted but could not bring himself to do it. His tongue had been in no other pussy than Catherine's. Still, this girl was different. Gloria knew what she wanted from a man and was not the type of girl to take no for an answer.

Finally Larry yielded, bending down and immediately forcing his tongue between Gloria's legs. There was a strange clicking sound around them, as if the area had been invaded by crickets. Only it was a more mechanical sound than that. As soon as they were done fucking, Larry was determined to investigate.

Given his first taste of cunt in decades, Larry was not about to let it happen quickly. He worked his tongue as far as it would go into the girl's fragrant fuck box and drank in the juices, feeling his prick throbbing almost painfully. It would have been nice to go on eating the girl for ages, feeling her hand moving his head into position. However, that was out of the question.

"Fuck me," Gloria commanded, as if reading the man's mind. "I like the way you do that but I want to feel your prick inside me. You want it, too. Come on, tell me how you want it."

"I want to fuck you," Larry answered in a strangled voice. "I want to stick it into you and not take it out until I feel your fucking pussy filling up with cum. Don't try to stop me, woman. You started this, and now you've got to take your medicine."

It was frightening to see how little joy there was in the man. He had done a good job of eating her pussy but Gloria knew that Larry was still struggling with himself. Since his experiences with Catherine had come a cropper the man had obviously turned against sex in classic Freudian manner.

Gloria lay back, letting the new grass tickle her buttocks. She parted her legs as wide as they would go and invited the man to fuck her, pointing at her cunt and then massaging her enlarged clitty. Larry waited another second and then did the girl's bidding, slamming his body on top of her with a grunt of relief.

Soon he was inside her, pounding away as if there would be no tomorrow. It was hard for Gloria to breathe with Larry's heavy body pressing her into the earth, but she moved with him anyway, refusing to be slowed down. The sooner the thing was over the better, even though she was enjoying it more than she had expected.

The mechanical clicking sound no longer bothered Larry Parker. His prick was sliding in and out of the girl's cunt and she seemed to have an endless repertoire of sexual tricks. Every time she moved it would make things better for him. Larry knew that it would not take much longer for his body to explode with lust.

He raised himself up a little and then slammed his weight down on top of Gloria, hearing the sloshing sounds of her warm, wet pussy. Still, he could not keep the bitch from moving beneath him. Women were not supposed to enjoy sex like that but there wasn't much he could do to prevent it. The girl was a slut, just like all the others, only she sure was a lot better in the rack.