She heaved a sigh and went sort of weak. "I've thought all night about this," she said. "I guess I knew it would come to this. I'd be fooling myself to think you'd be nice about it. I know what you want and I guess I'm gonna have to give it to you."
She sighed again before going on, then she said, "If I do – I mean, if I let you – will you promise never to tell?"
Jed swallowed hard. Was she talking about giving him her sweet little cunt? Was he going out of his mind or was Sissy Clanton offering her ass?
"I promise," he said thickly. He thought his prick would burst right through his denims.
To his surprise, those two words created a miracle. Sissy's hand trembled on his. Her fingers moved to the right – slowly, tantalizingly. She looked agonized about something as she slipped her hand onto his bulging hard-on. Her fingers curled around his cock-shaft and she squeezed his prick gently.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" she breathed. Her hand started moving on his cock in a slow pumping movement.
Jed's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Sissy was opening his fly, getting his rigid prick out. He stared down in amazement as his unruly cock leapt into her gently massaging hand. She took his prick into her fist and jerked his cock up and down.
"It's bigger than I remember," she panted.
Jed went to pieces. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down on her back along the sofa. Sissy moaned as he pulled her dress up and got between her thighs. Jed groaned as he shoved his big, wet cock up into her tight little pussy.
Sissy's slim arms twined around his bull neck and she whimpered, "Ohhhh, you terrible man."
Jed kissed her mouth hornily and fucked his stony prick in and out of her cunt smoothly. So smoothly that Sissy began to wonder about something. As Jed kissed her and played with her tits and sucked her nipples and fucked his stiff boner in and out of her cumming pussy, she wondered why he was so gentle.
Jed couldn't take much of her tight, fucking cunt, and he shot a fiery load of thick cum into her. Sissy's mind whirled, and she threw her pussy up in the air and came wetly on his fucking, cumming prick.
It took her some time to get her breath back, and by then, Jed was withdrawing his thick, wet cock from her squirmy cunt. He left her there on the sofa, practically naked, panting like a tired kitten. He put his cock away and walked out of the house. In a daze, he returned to his work.
"Bless my soul," he said, crawling under the porch.
Sissy was in a muddle. She caressed her tits and pussy, wondering, wondering, wondering. It couldn't have been Jed who had fucked her in the barn! Whoever had fucked her there had been brutal, violent, extremely horny. Jed had been gentle, almost loving. In fact, getting fucked by Jed had been rather nice.
So who had fucked her in the barn?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sissy was bound to find out who had fucked her in the barn. It was inevitable because she lived just up the road from her unknown assailant. And her secret attacker wanted more of her young body, her pretty tits, and her hot little cunt. For two whole days Jonathan Sutter could think of nothing else.
So when he saw Sissy prancing across his property on her way to the local pond, he did something he'd always wanted to do but never dared. He set his twin German shepherds on her.
He unleashed the powerful animals from their chains in the barn and pointed his arm across the field at the blonde-haired girl running into the woods.
"Chief! Baron!" he ordered. "Down!"
Sutter's dogs were well trained to handle trespassers. "Down" to them meant charge the person pointed to and bring him down to the ground.
With deep growls in their throats, the huge dogs took out after their prey. Sutter stood at his barn door with a grin on his lined face as his dogs disappeared from view. He watched the waist-high grasses part and sway, marking the rapid advance of the two animals.
Sissy was well into the woods, stepping over fallen trees and moving through underbrush. She was anticipating a cool dip in the pond, eager to submerge her naked body in the refreshing water. The pond was in sight when she heard grass being thrashed somewhere behind her.
She turned, curious, and gasped to see the Sutter dogs charging her. She screamed, alarmed to see them unleashed, which they rarely were. She turned on her heels and ran shrieking toward the water. Her heart pounded and her blood rushed as she ran as fast as her young legs would carry her.
Suddenly something heavy hit her right between the shoulder blades with such impact that she went flying. She stumbled over a tree trunk and landed on her tits, her face hitting the ground hard. Instinctively, she tried to escape by rolling, but instantly a huge animal was on here his hand legs be tween her splayed thighs, his forelegs planted firmly on her chest. His teeth were bared, white and gleaming, and his eyes looked deadly. His growl was enough to make Sissy tremble in fear.
"Chief, Baron," she gasped. She knew the dogs, but she also knew they weren't pets. She remembered what they had done to a city slicker one day when he tried to hornswaggle Mr. Sutter.
"I-I'm Sissy," she whimpered fearfully, as if that would make a difference.
Baron stood firmly near her head, glaring as though he was daring her to move. Chief looked like he wanted to bury his fangs in her throat.
Sissy froze with terror, but her mind went a mile a minute. The dogs must have broken loose when they saw me running across the field, she thought. Only Mr. Sutter could control them. How could she call to him?
She knew she had to think of a way. She was so far from the houses, she'd have to scream awfully loud to be heard. At least the dogs weren't chewing her to pieces, that was one consolation. She felt safe for the moment.
Except for the rapid rise and fall of her straining tits, she lay absolutely still so as not to provoke the beasts. Her young mind frantically sought some solution.
In fear for her life, she kept her eyes fixed on Chief's. She didn't dare move her arms lest Baron tear her apart. But she had an idea – a wild, woolly idea. From her own experiences, she knew two things that calmed animals down – food and sex.
She wished she had some bloody meat to throw to the snarling dogs, but she didn't. She did have sex, however – if it would work. She had to find out.
Slowly, carefully, she eased one foot out of her sandal. She held her breath. Her pink tongue flashed across her parted lips. Then she slowly lifted her bare foot up under Chief's massive body.
She swallowed tensely. Her foot trembled. Her leg began to shake, and she slowly let her breath out, trying to be calm.
"It's all right, Chief. Good Chief. Nice Chief. Easy, boy," she panted.
Her toys touched his belly. She wiggled them, moved her foot, contacted his thick, furry cock sheath. Breathing heavily, her tits almost bursting, she inched her toes down to the animal's balls.
Chief growled when the girl's toes rubbed his balls. But Sissy saw something change in his big brown eyes as she wiggled her toes on his balls, and she knew she was on the right track.
"Oh, thank God," she breathed, seeing that her ploy was working. "Good boy, Chief. Nice Chief. Doesn't that feel good on your balls? Easy now, easy. Sissy'll make you feel real good."
She drew her toes up along his sheath and felt something hard growing there.
"That's it," she murmured soothingly. "Get a nice big hard-on for Sissy. Come on, Chief, bring your cock out. Good boy. Mmmm, doesn't that feel nice?"
Chief's enormous red boner slithered wetly out of his hairy sac, and Sissy quickly rubbed his cock into greater stiffness with her foot. His prick was soon long, thick and erect, and Sissy slid her toes up and down its full length.
Jonathan Sutter couldn't believe his eyes. He peered from behind a tree and stared in amazement as Sissy tamed the ferocious dog with her foot! He had expected her to scream her fool head off, and he'd intended to rescue her from his dogs and then claim the reward of her cunt.