"I don't think that's fair," he said. "I get you all primed for action and Bill gets all the benefits."
"You've got a nasty mouth," she said.
"Why don't you give in? I'm going to fuck you. You're hot for me. Why don't you just give in?"
"You're insane," Judy said.
Judy started clearing away the breakfast dishes. She was aware that he was watching her closely and she wished that she had worn something else. She was aware that the gown she wore did little to conceal her body.
Randy looked at the barn again.
"We've got plenty of time," he said. "Why don't we go up to your bedroom?"
"You're insane," Judy repeated.
He reached for her and she jumped out of his way. She picked up a kitchen knife.
"This is the only thing you'll get from me!" she said angrily. "This whole thing has gone far enough. I think you should pack your bags and get out of hat."
"No," he said. "I won't leave. Not yet. And you can't make me. You wouldn't want to tell your husband about the reasons you want to make me leave, would you?"
"No," she admitted.
He stood up and she brandished the knife at him. A sneer of contempt came to his face. He moved closer to her.
"You keep away from me," she warned. "I'll cut you. I will."
"You're holding the knife all wrong," he said. "You should hold it closer to your side. You can get it taken away much easier the way, you're holding it."
She stabbed at him, but he took the knife away as easily as if he were taking it away from a child. He put the knife on the table and captured her in his strong arms. She tried to claw at him, but he caught her arm.
"I could hurt you," he said. "Like this."
She felt a sharp pain go through her shoulder and she gasped.
"Or I could have fun with you," he said.
His hand went beneath her gown to her panties. He grasped the top of her panties and ripped them downward. Her panties were in two strips and he forced his hand between her thighs.
"Stop that!" she groaned. "Stop that!"
He was still looking at her with contempt in his eyes as he fingered her dry cunt. She winced with pain.
"You're a hot piece," he said. "I know you are. I've always wanted you, cousin."
His finger went in and out of her cunt. She began to feel her body respond. She couldn't help herself. He was right about her being a hot piece. She had always gotten hot so easily.
"You like that?" he questioned.
"I think you're sick," she said.
She tried to move but he held her tightly. Her juices were beginning to heat up. He bent her backwards against the sink.
Now his finger was going very deeply into her pussy. Her titties were starting to ache with passion. It was a humiliating position but it was also a hot one. She couldn't move.
She was entirely in his command. She expected any moment for him to take out his cock and plunge it into her cunt.
Instead he kept working her pussy with his finger.
"You're getting hotter," he said. "I can feel it. You're starting to bum."
"Let me go," she said.
"When I'm finished," he said.
She bit her lip as a spasm of delight shook her. His finger had found her clit and he was massaging the tiny bud to hardness. She couldn't stop her nipples from swelling against his hard chest. He smiled.
"Goddamn you!" she said.
Her hips were jerking against his finger. She closed her eyes as spasm after spasm rocked her body. Her juices were flooding his finger.
"Oh God!" she screamed. "I can't help IT!"
He withdrew hi finger from her cunt and wiped it on her skirt. He still had not released her. She prepared herself for what she knew was to come.
"Well go ahead," she said. "Fuck me."
She tried to make her voice sound bitter but already she could feel the need in her cunt. She had wanted his cock the night before and she wanted it now, but she would never admit it.
"No," he said.
"No?" she gasped. "What do you mean no?"
She couldn't believe that he was releasing her. He allowed her to stand up straight again.
"You're going to come to me," he said.
"I'll never do that," she said defiantly.
"Yes, you will," he replied. "You're a hot piece. You're going to come to me. You're going to have to if you want any of my cock."
He gave his cock a suggestive rub and grinned at her. Then he walked out of the roam. She almost called him back. Her cunt was aching and she knew it was an ache that only he could fill.
"You bastard," she said softly.
"Stop that," Trish said.
Judy was on her way outside when she heard Trish's voice. Trish was joking with someone. There was a crack in the kitchen door and Judy pressed her eye to it.
Trish was washing dishes and Randy sat across from her. He was obviously admiring her body.
"Stop what?" Randy asked.
"Stop looking at me like what," she said. "You act as if you could see me without any clothes on."
"I'd like that," Randy said. "Wouldn't you?"
"Shut your mouth," Trish teased. "Do you want anybody to hear?"
"Are you worried about your reputation?" he asked.
"No," she said. "I'm worded about my job. This is a good job."
Randy got up from the table and stretched his long legs. He walked to Trish. Thigh pushed him away.
"Would you stop him?" she protested.
Trish didn't sound angry. She sounded a little flattered. Perhaps there weren't that many good-looking boys paying attention to Trish. Judy had certainly never seen any around.
"I think you're a fine-looking girl," Randy said.
He was pressing himself against her again. Judy felt weak as she looked through the crack. It seemed like a very filthy thing to be watching them, but somehow she couldn't pull her eyes away. She wondered if something was wrong with her. She had been doing and saying strange things ever since Randy had arrived.
"I said stop," Trish said.
This time she didn't push him away and he was getting even closer to her. Judy imagined that she could feel Randy's hot prick pressing against her own buttocks. Why didn't Trish push him away? No decent girl would allow that.
Judy remembered that she hadn't behaved very decently that morning when Randy had fingered her. She had behaved like a bitch in beat so she really couldn't say all that much against Trish.
Judy pressed her face to the crack again. Randy had Trish bent over the sink and his hand was groping underneath her skirt. Trish was making no attempt to stop him.
"Please," she said. "I'm a good girl. I really am a good girl."
"I'm sure you are," Randy said.
Trish gasped loudly and Judy could almost feel his finger inside her hot cunt again. Judy knew what be was doing. She pressed her body against the door, needing something hard against her.
"Please stop," Trish said again.
"I just want to see how good you are," Randy replied.
Randy stepped away from Trish and unzipped his trousers. Judy gasped as she saw his hard prick spring out. She wanted to rush in and stop him.
Then she realized that she was as hot as they were and it wasn't anger that made her want to stop them. It was jealousy and hurt pride. Judy wanted his cock. She wanted it to be her cunt that he was filling up.
"Are you going to fuck me?" Trish asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Oh Randy!"
Randy pulled up her skirt so that her silken thighs were revealed. He peeled down her panties and spread her legs so that her glistening pubic thatch was readily exposed.
"I'm going to get you wet," he said.
She nodded and bit her lips as his fingers wan into her cunt. Judy was getting as hot as Randy and the door wasn't helping much. She wanted to fuck his cock. She needed that cock. She just didn't have the courage to turn the doorknob.
Judy could tell that Trish was now wet and ready and Randy positioned her with her body resting against the sink and her pussy ready for his cock.