Hank Borden: Sex slave housewife

She was joined by the old man, who took his seat at the head of the table. She could see him staring at her jutting tits, which were exaggerated even more by the too-tight blouse.

"I want to thank you for your hospitality," said Erica, smiling. "I was really in a bind. I'm not from around here, and I didn't know what to do. Like I told your wife, everything was taken from me. I'm sure once I get to the police station I can call my husband and everything will be all right."

The old man said nothing. He just ate his food and glanced every now and then at her tits. Erica pretended not to notice, she figured this was her way of repaying him.

Presently, a truck pulled up to the back door. Erica, looking out the window, saw three people climb out. One, a heavy-set man, walked towards the barn, carrying a large box. The other two came through the back door and entered the kitchen.

"Come on in here, children. I got supper on, and we got a guest," the old woman said as she closed the door behind them.

"How do you do! I'm Erica."

"Howdy, Ma'am! I'm Joe Bob. Gosh, you're pretty." Erica thanked him for the compliment, but she was wary of something about him. He was a young kid, but big for his age. She could see the muscles bulging from his upper arms and shoulders, and she could see the enormous bulge of his cock in the crotch of his overalls. She could tell he was not too bright, but if anyone ever needed a good stud, he would fit the bill easily. As he sat down at the table, she took another look at his prick bulge and gasped.

"Now you mind your manners, Joe Bob," said the old woman. "This here is a city woman, and she came to us for help. She don't need no smart mouthin' from you. Just sit down there and eat. And you too, Marylou," she said, though Marylou had already sat down.

"Hi, there," said Marylou, extending her hand. "Hey, ain't those my clothes?"

"I believe they are," said Erica, shaking the girl's hand. "I got into a little trouble, and your grandparents were nice enough to help me. I'll return them of course."

"Oh, it don't make no difference," said the girl, smiling. "But I hope you don't bust no buttons, your tits are already falling out as it is."

"That's for sure," said Joe Bob. "Ha! Ha!"

"Now what did I tell you, Joe Bob?" screamed the old woman. "You just hush up now."

Erica blushed at Marylou's remark. She felt comfortable around this country girl, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps she admired the young girl's innocent-looking face, her thin lips, her dark brown eyes, and her rosy cheeks.

"I love your hair," said Erica to the girl. "It's so long and straight. I could never get my hair that straight."

"Thank you," said Marylou, raising her hand to her hair. "But I wish it was blonde like yours instead of just brown."

"It's beautiful," said Erica. "It matches your eyes."

"It matches what's 'tween her legs too," said Joe Bob, giggling.

"Doggone you, Joe Bob! You shut your mouth, you hear!" howled Marylou, tossing a piece of bread across the table at him. "Make him stop, Granny."

"Now that's enough outa both of you!" shouted the old woman, giving them both a stern look. "Now eat!"

Erica pretended not to notice as she politely finished her meal. She guessed the kids were just showing off because of her presence, but it seemed to her they should have been old enough to know better. She was sure they were both in their late teens, though the boy was over six feet tall and powerfully built, and the girl had the figure of a woman, with nice, round tits and a big, shapely ass that stretched her cut-off jeans at the seams.

Just then, the door burst open, and in walked the heavy-set man Erica had seen walking to the barn. As soon as he had closed the door, he caught sight of her sitting at the table. His eyes ran up and down her body, finally resting on her half-exposed tits. Erica could feel the heat from his staring eyes burning through the thin blouse, and immediately, her pussy lips began to quiver.

"This is Erica," the old woman told him as he sat down at the table, his eyes never leaving the blonde's big tits. "She had a little trouble and she came to us for help."

"Hello," said Erica, smiling politely.

"Howdy," he grunted, stroking his stubby beard with one hand and scratching his hairy chest through his open shirt with the other.

"This is my son, Jasper," said the old woman with what Erica took to be pride. "He's these children's pappy. Their ma is dead, from pneumonia. Caught it last winter."

"Pleased to meet you, sir," said Erica with a smile. She couldn't blame him for staring at her tits. After all, the blouse she was wearing did little to cover them. "Your mother was nice enough to help me. I was hoping you would give me a ride to the police station around here. I have to get in touch with my husband."

"Can't do it tonight," he told her as he chewed on a mouthful of beans. "All this rain has washed out the road to town. I just barely made it back. You'll have to stay here a day or two until it dries up some."

"Oh, I see," said Erica in a dejected voice.

"Well, I don't want to put you to any trouble. I'll just sleep in the barn." She could see that these people barely had room enough in the house for themselves.

"No!" shouted Joe Bob, his eyes widening.

Erica was startled by the boy's shout. She could see the others looking at each other nervously. She couldn't understand what she had said to provoke this reaction. Then she saw Jasper rise from his seat and look down at her.

"You'll sleep with Marylou. Me and Joe Bob will sleep in the barn." Erica nodded sheepishly, not understanding their nervous response, but not questioning it, either.

"Shucks, Pa," said Joe Bob, grinning. "Both of us ain't got to sleep in the barn. I'll be glad to keep this city woman company." Erica could see him staring at her tits again.

"Joe Bob, you shut your filthy mouth!" cried Marylou.

"Dad blame you, Joe Bob," said the old woman. "I'm gonna give you a whippin' if you don't mind your manners."

"Oh, he's just funnin', Ma. He don't mean nothin'," said Jasper, also staring at Erica's big tits.

Erica smiled at them politely, but she wasn't too comfortable around them. All the men seemed preoccupied with her half-naked tits. Even the old man continued to stare at her while he ate his supper. She began to silently curse herself, the young stranger, and even the rain.

They all retired for the night as soon as it got dark. Erica found herself alone with Marylou in the young girl's bedroom. It was a small room with a springless, queen-sized bed that appeared to be homemade. Erica sat down on the stiff mattress and looked about.

Other than a dresser and a couple of handmade stools, the room was practically bare. The walls and ceiling needed a paint job, and the window needed a washing. Erica's heart went out to these poor people. They were probably in worse shape than she, for her condition was only temporary.

"I'm glad you and me are gonna be roommates tonight. I usually have to share this room with Pa and Joe Bob," said Marylou. The young girl was slowly undressing.

"You don't all sleep in the same bed, do you?" asked Erica as she too began to undress.

"Why sure," said the young girl as she untied her halter strap and freed her plump tits. "It's not too much room, but at least I never get cold in the winter."

Erica gasped at the thought of this pretty, young girl having to sleep in the same bed with those two brutes, even if they were her father and brother. As the possibilities of such a situation drifted through her mind, Erica pulled off her blouse and placed it on top of the dresser. Then she removed her shorts and placed them with the blouse.

"You really have a nice body," said Marylou as she also removed her jeans and tossed them to the floor. "I just love all that blonde hair you have between your legs. Can I touch it? Please? I just want to see what your pussy hair feels like."