John learned to drive the Jeep, and spent many hours with the hired hands, learning about the care and feeding of the animals. Before long, he could shear girl like a veteran, and the workmen were surprised and delighted with their young friend.
He loved riding, and decided he would like to own a farm like his uncle's, but more than that, he decided he would like to become a jockey, and ride in big races like the Kentucky Derby. That dream died though as Cyril told him he would be much too big for that, and that while he could ride for pleasure, he could never hope to become a jockey.
'Maybe if I didn't eat so much,' John suggested. 'I could live on just bread and water.'
'No, John, I want you to forget all about that. You'll grow up to be a big, healthy man, and a very happy one. Your genes determine what your size is going to be, and I'd say you'll be close to six feet and two hundred pounds by the time you're in your late teens.'
It hurt to have his dream taken from him, but being a practical and a reasonable boy, John accepted that. As he thought more about it, he told himself he didn't want to be a jockey after all, since anyone that small would probably have trouble getting women.
There was still the farm, he told himself, and since Cyril had no children of his own, perhaps one day the farm would be his. He thought of how he could buy more property and extend the farm all the way to the mountains, how he would breed the best horses possible and perhaps become famous that way.
But that thought lost a lot of its charm when he considered that his uncle was naturally going to grow older, and so was Greta, and that one day they would be gone. It was an unpleasant thought, especially since he had already experienced the shock of death. The deaths of his parents had turned out to be a wonderful thing for him and his sister, but it wouldn't be the same in the case of his uncle and Greta. For a long time, he was preoccupied by the thought of death, but in time, that passed and he resumed his happy life with the others.
About the only time John was less than ideally happy was when Jenny or Greta were having their periods, and one month, fate dealt him a cruel blow when they both had their periods at the same time. The thought of having to exist for four or five days without any real sex was a cruel blow, and he resented it, as though they had conspired to do it to him.
'Cheer up, John,' Cyril told him, 'and try to be a little more philosophical about it. It's only four or five days and we can use the rest. Besides, if you get too horny, I'm sure either of them will be pleased to suck you off.'
It was some consolation, but John was still less than happy on the second day of their periods, and he mooned around the house instead of going to the stables, his attitude being that if he couldn't get a piece of ass or a pussy to eat, he wouldn't do anything else.
It was one of the days when the cleaning woman came. She was a big woman of forty or so, one who looked like the picture on labels of Italian foods. A number of times, John had wondered how she would look naked, but he had never before taken her seriously. This time it was different though as he watched her washing the stake. She was a few steps above the bottom when he saw her; saw big, smooth-looking thighs, which promised even more bigness higher up.
Wearing crepe-soled shoes, he moved quietly closer, and then he bent and looked up under the wide skirt she was wearing. His cock came to life fast as he stared at her massive thighs, and saw the crotch of her clean, white nylon panties.
He wanted to reach up and feel her, but decided against it, fearful that it would make her angry. He decided instead to continue enjoying the free show. John was still doing it when Greta, passing through the dining room, spotted him. For a moment, she blinked in surprise, and then a smile came over her face. Slipping her shoes off, she approached quietly until she stood behind the boy.
'I see you have a fan, Rosa,' Greta said, and the big woman turned, just in time to see John scrambling to his feet, looking flushed and very guilty.
'What was he doing?' Rosa asked, puzzled.
'The little devil was looking up your skirt. I think he likes the look of your big thighs and ass. He's a very horny little devil.'
'I think maybe I should take his pants down and smack his ass.'
'If you were to take his pants down, Rosa, I think you'd find a very hard little cock. Come with me for a minute, Rosa, I want to have a little chat with you. You, John, wait here.'
Rosa went with Greta as they held a whispered conversation in the course of which, Greta offered the woman a very generous bonus if she would go to a bedroom with the boy, strip naked and fuck him. At first, Rosa was horrified that Greta wanted her to fuck a eighteen-year-old boy, then she began to feel differently about it. She was a widow and depended on masturbation for kicks. It had been almost two years since she'd had a real cock in her cunt, and she was hungry for one.
'By the way, Rosa,' Greta told her, smiling, 'the horny little devil loves to suck tits and cunts. Have you had your pussy lapped lately?'
That did it. In all her life, Rosa had never had her cunt licked, and she wondered what it would be like. She had once asked her husband to do it to her, but he had been horrified, and told her never again to even think of such a dirty thing. The promise of having that dream come true turned her on, and she felt a delicious churning sensation in her cunt. The deal was quickly made and they returned to where John was waiting nervously, not quite sure what the women had been talking about, hardly daring to hope that perhaps Greta was arranging for him to see a little more.
They were both smiling when they met him, then Rosa turned her back, bent a little from the waist, then drew the hem of her skirt slowly up over her fat thighs. John let out a little grunt of passion as she showed him her big, white ass cheeks only partially contained within sheer nylon panties through which he could clearly see her crack.
'Isn't that some kind of an ass?' Greta said as she saw perspiration standing out on his forehead.
'It sure is! Boy, I'd give anything to take those panties off and play with it!'
'I'm gad to hear that, dear. You see, Rosa hasn't been fucked in a long time, and has never had her cunt lapped. I think she'd appreciate it if you'd take her to the guest bedroom and look after her. There's a lot of woman there, and I hope you'll do a really good job.'
Rosa continued to hold her skirt up as she mounted the stairs, the boy following behind, his prick throbbing as he gazed at the big thighs and ass which were soon to be his.
While John led the woman to the guest bedroom, Greta found Jenny, and they went into the adjoining room to enjoy the show. They agreed it was a shame that Cyril was away for the day, but that wouldn't diminish their enjoyment of what they would watch.
In the bedroom, the big woman smiled and took John in her arms, pressing his face between her big tits and squeezing him hard as she whispered to him.
'So you want to suck Rosa's big tits, do you?'
'Oh yes!' he assured her. 'I want to do it all, everything there is!'
'Do you also want to put your face in my crotch and suck my cunt?'
'I sure do. I'll more than just suck your cunt; I'll get my tongue inside it and lick until you come. I'll give you all the comes you want. I'm real good at cunt lapping and fucking and everything,' he said, words pouring from him in his advanced state of arousal.
When she released him, she told him to strip naked, and as he began, his eyes shone while he watched her as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she finished, she drew it wide open to show him how her massive tits filled the big, white cups, and he saw the deep valley between them.
Her eyes flashing with passion, she unhooked the waistband of her skirt, then slowly unzipped it as he stared, then she pushed it down over her big tummy, allowed it to fall to her ankles, then stepped out of it. In bra and panties, she was massive, not as beautiful as Greta, John thought, not nearly, but in her own way she was terribly exciting. Her skin had a silken-smooth look to it, and he wanted to touch it and knew he wouldn't have long to wait.
'Do you want to feel me up now, John?' she asked, and he moved to her at once, both his hands going to the cups of her bra and fondling, then he felt his way down her body until both his hands were on her massive ass, and both he and the woman were panting as he went on playing while she reached for his hard little prick and gave it a gentle squeeze.
'Did you ever see a woman in just her bra and panties before?' Rosa asked as he pushed both hands inside
