Frank Levy - One bed family

Cindy felt increasingly nervous and unsure of herself the further out into the country the taxi took her. She hoped she would have enough money to pay the man his fare. And if the job interview didn't work out, how was she going to get back to town? Her fingers twisted nervously on the handle of her suitcase. She braced her shoulders back, thrusting her fine tits out against the fabric of her blouse. I'm twenty years old and in fine health, she said to herself. If I have to, I'll walk back!

The ad in the paper had said: "Wanted: Helper for trucker's family. Good pay." She had called the phone number in the ad, and the man had sounded very warm and friendly in an "aw-shucks, ma'am" country way. He had three teen-aged children and no wife. Since he was away much of the time driving his truck, he needed someone to live in and supervise the kids. The pay had been surprisingly good, eighty dollars a week plus room and board. She had few expenses and would be able to save most of it to pay her way back to college in the fall. She didn't want to spend another summer with her aged grandparents and she didn't get much money from the trust fund that her parents had left her when they died, so she had agreed to come out to his house for a job interview.

The taxi pulled into a long, narrow lane among the fields and woods of the beautiful countryside. It looked so lush and green in the early summer. She knew every thing was going to work out just fine. The cab stopped in front of a big, rambling old farm house with a huge trailer truck parked beside it. This was the place all right. She paid off the driver and lugged her suitcase up the steps to the front door. There was no door bell, so she knocked as hard as she could on the door. The paint was peeling off the weather-beaten wood. It looked as if the trucker didn't take much care about his house. The yard was nothing but beaten-down dirt. Cindy felt her heart sink a little as she waited for someone to come answer the door.

Finally, after knocking several times, she heard someone coming, and the door swung open. Oh, my dear Lord! she thought to herself as she took a look at the man standing in the doorway. He was very tall, well over six feet, lean and hard-muscled. His black hair was short and tangled. He had a day's growth of whiskers on his jaws and thick matted black curls of hair on his chest, but what startled her most of all was the fact that he was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts! A very, very full pair of jockey shorts! They bulged out from between his thighs and halfway down to his knees! She felt her knees going soft and wobbly on her. What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into now? she thought.

"Oh, hello," the man said. "Are you the girl that's come lookin' for the housekeeper job?" He wiped his eyes and smiled at her. He was a very handsome-looking man in a rough sort of way. He had big dark eyes and long, black eyelashes, slightly sticky from sleep. His teeth were white, and his lips thin but warm-looking. He scratched the black stubble on his jaw with his fingernail and grinned down at her.

"Come on in. You'll have to excuse the way I look. I forgot you was comin' out, and I fell asleep on the couch watchin' the ball game. Come on in. Let me take your suitcase for you." He didn't seem to be at all embarrassed to be standing in front of a strange woman in his underwear. Well, if he wasn't going to act embarrassed, then I won't either, she thought, and answered his smile with one of her own.

The living room of the house was a perfect mess. Newspapers were strewn all over the floor. Beer cans on the end tables and a bowl with some leftover popcorn showed that the house desperately needed a housekeeper. The man put her suitcase by the door and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa. He turned off the television and sat down beside her. He had his legs spread far apart, and she could easily make out the shape of his very long, thick cock bulging out the crotch of his underpants. His pants weren't too clean, either.

"Your name is Cindy, did you say on the phone?"

"Yes, Mr., uh," she had forgotten his name in her nervousness.

"Just call me George. We're a friendly bunch out here, but I hope you're goin' to like us just fine."

"Uh, what does the job entail, uh, George?" she stuttered.

"Well, I got three kids, and they ain't got a mom to raise 'em right. They're awful messy as you can see. You won't have to clean up after 'em or nothing like that though. You just got to keep on 'em, and they do the work for you. You can cook, can't you?"

"Oh, yes, I'm a pretty good cook."

"That's fine. You want to start cookin' some dinner? I'm gettin' awful hungry already."

"You want to hire me, then?"

"Sure, you'll do just fine, Missy. You want me to show you your room? Don't you want to take the job?"

"I, I suppose so. Perhaps I should meet your children."

"Oh, they'll like you just fine. They're down to the creek in the back swimmin'."

"How old are they?"

"Junior, he's the oldest. He's twenty. Then there's Sam. He's nineteen, and my girl, Mary Lou, just turned eighteen. Had 'em right in a row, then my old lady got tired of gettin' knocked up all the time and me being out on the road so much, she up and took off right after Mary Lou was born."

Cindy was not very sure that this job was going to work out after all. And the man, this handsome trucker sitting next to her in his jockey shorts, how was she going to be able to keep him in line? Or did she want to? He was so tall, dark, and handsome. His body made her feel a little dizzy, and she could smell the all-man smell of him like incense in her nose.

"I'll call 'em in to meet you," he said, and went over to the window. He shouted their names and told them to come in. A couple of minutes later she heard the back door bang and the sounds of noisy teenagers trooping through the house. The kitchen door opened and in they piled. They were all stark naked and dripping wet! Cindy nearly moaned and fainted in embarrassment.

"This is Junior." The man indicated the taller boy. You could hardly call him a boy. He was nearly as tall and strong as his father, and he had the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life! His balls hung down like a couple of oranges in a loose sac of hairy skin, and his limp dong hung down even further than that! Jesus, he looked like the heaviest-hung stud in the world, and good-looking too, except for a foolish grin on his face.

"Hi!" he said. He made no effort to cover up his naked dork.

"Junior's a little simple-minded," his father said. "But he's a good old boy, aren't you, Junior?"

"I ain't got much smarts, but I got a big cock," Junior announced proudly as if she couldn't tell by looking at the thick hose hanging from his groin.

"It's not as big as Papa's!" the girl said with a sneer on her pouty little lips.

"It's bigger than Sam's!" the idiot boasted.

"You want to see me get it hard?" he asked Cindy. She nearly choked on her tongue.

"Shut your mouth, George Jr.!" his father said. "That's no way to be talkin' to a lady. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

The boy hung his head and pouted like a huge five-year-old. "Well, it IS bigger than Sam's!"

"This here is Sam," his father pointed. "He's the smart one in the family." Sam was blushing a deep red. His cock might have been a little smaller than his brother's but not by much. He acted much more shy, too.

"I'm sorry we don't have any clothes on, Miss," he said. "We didn't know there was any company here." He was the only one besides Cindy who was embarrassed. Cindy felt a great liking for the boy at once. He was the handsomest of them all, thinner and more boyish-looking than his older brother was, but he had the same donkey tool that seemed to be the trademark of the males of his family.