Playing with Molly in the barn

Molly awakens suddenly in the middle of the night. She lies in the bed listening, but hears only the sound of the night breeze flowing continuously across the vast fields of corn and hay. She steps from the bed and stands at the open window, feeling the cool breeze seep under the buttoned fold of her night shirt and soothe the feverish nakedness concealed beneath the cotton fabric. Molly breathes deeply, as her eyes try to drink in the huge star-filled sky. She stands on the tips of her toes and allows the breeze to play with the ends of her shirt, lifting then dropping them to caress the smooth skin of her hips and buttocks.

With the moon having already set, the surrounding fields appear dull and half-visible to her. However, a dim glow from the distant barn catches her attention and sets her mind to wondering who could be in there this late. Intoxicated by the breeze and stars, Molly feels an irresistible urge to go to the barn. She steps into her slippers and carefully treads passed the nearby bedroom from which Ruth's slow breathing can be heard. Briskly leaving the house behind her, she approaches the dimly lit barn. She quietly slips through its half-open door and blinks at the lone light bulb radiating from its rafters. Molly walks slowly toward the stall at the other end, the one where on the previous day she found Ruth, or imagined that she found her.

The pounding of her heart gradually accelerates as she approaches the stall. She swallows the continuous flow of saliva into her mouth, breathing heavily between each gulp. Grasping the corner post, she nervously peers around it and into the stall. The stall is empty, except for one lone chair whose presence and orientation she finds odd. It is facing the back wall and appears to be one from Ruth's kitchen. Something within her tells Molly to sit in the chair. Lowering herself onto it and gripping the sides of its seat, she gazes at the shadow her body casts along the floor. The shadow starts to grow and creeps up the back wall. As it suddenly stoops, she feels hands clinching her wrists and pulling them around to the back of the chair.

Molly tries bending her body forward but is unable to free herself from the seat. Then, she feels a rope slide over and around her wrists. The rope tightens its grip, and the hands withdraw. Next, a folded red hankerchief appears before her eyes and is drawn tightly against them. When the knot in the hankerchief is secured, a hand is placed against her head, handling and stroking her blond curls. Then the warm hand settles on her neck and its hot fingers brush her throat whose adam's apple is rising and falling with her continued swallowing. She feels the other hand warm against her shoulder, squeezing it gently.

The hand on her neck slides down onto her rapidly heaving chest and squeezes a breast through the cotton material. It then nervously undoes the top button of her night shirt, then the next button down, and creeps under the fold, firmly cupping her breast. Its fondling of her accelerates, as it kneads the breast roughly and pinches and twists hard its nipple. Next, the hand spreads its warmth over the area of her sternum, as the large body to which it is attached leans into the back of her head. His breathing becomes heavy, as he continues to rub his hand over her chest while rubbing his crotch against her neck. After about a minute, the hands and body withdraw, leaving Molly breathless and very wet between her legs.

She then senses two large figures moving in close on either side of her. Something warm and smooth brushes her left cheek then slides over her parted lips. Another like it comes from the right and meets it in front of her mouth. There is a musky scent emanating from both. Molly feels one trying to insert itself between her lips. She turns her head away, only to encounter the other attempting to do the same thing. She moves her head up and down and from side to side, trying to evade their attempts to penetrate her mouth. A hand grips her forehead and holds it still, then turns it to one side. She nervously presses her lips tightly together, as the man chuffs the tip of his penis against them. The other man's hand grips her jaw and forces it down, letting the first man enter her mouth.

Molly tastes the salty flavor of his pre-cum, as the man moves in and out of her. He then pulls out, letting the other man turn her head his way and insert his penis, pumping her mouth faster. Molly feels her head being jerked from side to side, as one man enters her then the other. Finally, they both try to enter her mouth at the same time. But finding the opening too narrow, they take turns slipping in and out of her. Molly, blind and delirious, finds herself accepting the two penises without struggle. Soon, she is even missing the feel of each as it is withdrawn from her mouth, turning her head in search of it, wanting to bring it back, but then feeling a hand gently pull her toward the other penis which she welcomes greedily.

The men tease Molly's lips with their penises, bringing them near then withdrawing them. She now feels hands on her knees, pulling them apart, then stroking and squeezing her thighs. One of the hands cups her crotch and caresses her moist labia. It inserts a finger, then two, which move in and out, while its thumb rubs her hardened clitoris. Molly feels other hands lifting her body from the chair then onto the shoulder of one of the men. He carries her, as the others shuffle their feet behind. Then, she is dropped onto a pile of dry hay. She lies there, listening to the scrape of more zippers being undone. One of the men kneels over her and rips her shirt open, popping several buttons loose. He then takes hold of her breasts and madly squeezes and rubs them together. His hands then frantically wonder over her squirming nakedness, then pulls her close so that one of her supple white breasts makes contact with his thick, dark hot lips. He hungrily sucks into his mouth her pink and tender areola, while his hands squeeze and stroke her buttocks.

Molly moans and groans in response to the roughness of the man. Pushing with her feet against the slippery hay, she works herself free from his grasp. He grips her ankles then lifts and spreads her kicking legs, dragging her squirming body back down the hay stack. Kneeling in the hay and draping her legs over his shoulders, he takes hold of his penis and points it at Molly's vagina. He chuffs its tip against her labia, but their tightness resists its penetration. He chuffs harder, and its head starts to spread the moist lips. Bucking his hips, he grunts and presses against her more fiercely. When the head of his penis breaks through her lips, Molly feels a stinging sensation which travels up her vagina and into her uterus. The pain that she feels as her vaginal canal is widened causes her to cry out and to try to pull away from him. But with her hands bound behind her back, her eyes blindfolded, and her legs held tightly to his shoulders, she is hopelessly caught like a mouse in a trap.

"Man, you don't know what you're doing," one of the other men says. "Let me show you how a woman is supposed to be fucked."

The first man pulls out of Molly and lets her legs drop. The pain in her vagina begins to subside. Then, she senses the other man kneeling beside her and hears the smacking of his hand as it slides rapidly up and down his penis. He rolls her over onto her stomach and lifts her pelvis up from the hay. She drags her knees under herself for support, but then feels the man squeezing himself in between her legs and spreading her knees apart. The lips of her vagina start to spread again and to sting as the man's thickness begins to squeeze its way into her. She groans loudly, as her whole body is rocked back and forth by the man's deep pumping. She now senses another man positioning himself above her head, then feels him lifting her shoulders and sliding under her. He points his penis at her mouth and, grabbing a hand-full of her curls, chuffs the mushroom-shaped head between her parted lips. As he tries to get a better grip on her hair, he pushes loose the hankerchief from Molly's head, allowing her eyes to gaze upon his dark and sweaty belly inches away. His body odor, mingling with the smell of the hay, fills her nostrils and seeps into her brain, causing it to reel and spin.

"Hey, Joseph," says the third man, "save some for me, man."

"Just scoot on down under here, Jimmy my boy," says the man pumping her vagina. "There's plenty for all of us."

Molly's vagina continues to ache and pulsate, even after Joseph's penis slips out of her. She longs for another to take its place and soothe the aching, but instead feels Jimmy's lips sucking her labia and piercing them with his wayward tongue. Joseph slaps his penis against her tail bone a few times before pressing its tip hard against her anus. Danny's penis begins to take on a semi-sweet taste in Molly's mouth, while the head of Joseph's thick member painfully spreads her anal opening. At the same time, Jimmy's mouth continues devouring her dripping vagina. Finally, Joseph's penis invades her rectum and starts sliding in and out, causing a muffled groan to sound deep within Molly's throat. Feeling the first shot of Danny's semen against the back of her throat, she lets his pulsating penis slip from her mouth. As the mixture of cum and saliva drips from her lips, she pauses to catch her breath before licking and slurping up the creamy substance mingling with his sweat on his dark hairy belly. The sight and sensation of her lips on his belly causes him to issue more semen from his stiff member, most of which Molly laps up eagerly.

"Oh, shit!" shouts Joseph, his hips shaking and flinching as he unloads into Molly's anus. After pulling out of her, his penis continues squirting semen all over her buttocks and back. Molly feels a surge and a tightening in her own groin, and she cries out and releases her own juices which stream over Jimmy's cheeks and chin. After a few minutes of recuperating from the mind-numbing orgasm, she manages to raise herself up onto her knees, panting and still feeling the moisture dripping from her vagina and trickling down her thighs. She looks down at Jimmy's wet and grinning face. Then, her eyes look up into the rafters overhead, and the sudden draining of the blood through the swollen veins in her neck makes the inside of the barn do somersaults and sparkle with star-like flashes. Molly feels her body topple onto the soft hay and go limp.

When Molly later comes to, she finds herself alone and still lying in the hay stack with the light bulb dangling and shining high above her. Her arms are free, but their muscles are aching and her wrists are stinging. She discovers her complete nakedness, and looks for the night shirt to cover herself with, but it is no where to be found. Then, she sees a bright smiling face suddenly hovering over her own. It blocks the overhead light, but Molly can tell that it belongs to a young woman with blond curls and wearing a night shirt just like the one Molly was wearing before it was ripped from her body.

"Hey there, Molly girl," the woman says.

"Who are you?" asks Molly, blinking and trying to focus her eyes on the face above hers.

"Don't you recognize me?" asks the woman. "Don't you remember me? Surely you've seen me before."

"Where?" asks Molly.

"Why, in Ranger," says the woman. "I was the one looking back at you from the drugstore window. I'm you, Molly. Or rather, I'm what you call your naughty part. I first became a part of you, when you looked at your reflection in that window. And the four black men who stood behind you there, they became a part of you, too. We've had so much fun playing with you, Molly, playing with your mind. . ." Naughty Molly now strokes Molly's blond curls.

". . . and playing with your pretty body," now running her other hand over Molly's belly and sides, then over her breasts.

"You have such a pretty body, Molly," says naughty Molly. "And we so enjoyed playing with it."

"But you're not real," says Molly. "I must be dreaming."

"Oh, but I'm very real," says naughty Molly. "As long as I'm a part of you, I'm as real as you want me to be. Here, let me show you." She pulls the night shirt over her head and from her arms. Her naked body now exposed, she lays herself on top of Molly, gently kissing her lips at first, then kissing more passionately, inserting her tongue into Molly's mouth. Then, she breaks the kiss with a smack and grins down at Molly's wide-eyed and stunned face.

"Like I said," says naughty Molly, "I can be as real as you want me to be. I could bring you such pleasure, Molly, like you've never had before, or like you'll never have with any man. That's because I know you, Molly. I know every inch of you inside and out, every pleasure point of your body. I'm a part of you now. As a matter of fact, I made you what you are. I made you into a cum-loving whore for those three black men. I can let them have you again, if that's what you want. Or, it can be just you and me."

"No," says Molly. "No, I don't want you anymore. I don't want you a part of me. Get off me!" Molly struggles to push naughty Molly off her, but she is still too weak and delirious. Naughty Molly laughs and presses her body harder against Molly's, holding her down. Then, with a fiery lust in her eyes, she begins rubbing her whole body against Molly's, rubbing her breasts and hardened nipples against Molly's breasts and nipples, and grinding her crotch into the hairs of Molly's pubic area, trying to rub her stiffened clitoris against Molly's. She reaches under herself and inserts a finger into Molly's vagina and with her other hand takes hold of Molly's head and sticks her tongue deep into Molly's mouth. Molly feels herself wanting to surrender to naughty Molly's invasion of her body, desperately wanting her to continue ravishing her both mentally and physically and to bring her once again to the heights of wanton pleasure. But her will to be free of the nightmare, to be free of naughty Molly's control over her, soon overcomes her worst urges and lends her the strength she needs to roll herself over and fling naughty Molly across the hay stack.

Molly struggles to stand up, reaching out to grasp something with which to steady her weakened frame. He hand grips the handle of a pitchfork stuck in the pile of hay. She sees naughty Molly lying in front of her, laughing at her.

"You really don't want to get rid of me, Molly," says naughty Molly. "Where ever you go, you'll always look for me to give you what your body craves. Because I have the power to give you as many man to fuck you every which way you want, as many as you want at any one time. I'll have them fucking every orifice of your pretty little sex-starved body, till it's so full of cum, it'll be oozing from your skin."

A fire begins to build inside Molly, as her grip on the pitchfork tightens.

"No!" shouts Molly, breathing heavily now. "You've had your fun with me. Now it's my turn to give you, naughty Molly, exactly what you deserve."

She pulls the pitchfork from the hay and thrusts its sharp tines deep into naughty Molly's belly. Naughty Molly screams, then the image of her naked body shatters and is vaporized before Molly's eyes. Molly collapses onto her knees, still holding the pitchfork handle. She then reaches for the night shirt and struggles to pull it over her head and arms. She staggers from the hay stack and hobbles back to the stall, where she finds the chair gone, but her slippers still lying on the floor. Placing the slippers on her feet, she limps toward the barn door. As the door is pushed aside, the light of the newly risen sun rushes in and washes over her weary body. She slowly makes her way back to the house, enters the kitchen and seats herself in one of the chairs. Ruth is standing at the sink and turns to face Molly.

"Molly!" says Ruth, coming over to her and kneeling beside her. "What on earth has happened to you? You look as though you fell down the well."

"Aunt Ruth," says Molly whimpering, "I want to go home. I want to go back to Mother. I can't stay here anymore. I feel so lost here."

"Well," says Ruth, sighing and wiping the tears from Molly's cheeks. "I can't hold you. I guess I didn't realize how homesick you were. And you are my sister's precious darling, so I know she'll be wanting you back with her. Well, go get cleaned up and dressed and packed. Then, you should have some breakfast, before I drive you over to Bentonville to catch the bus."

At the bus station, Molly hugs Ruth, picks up her suitcase and steps onto the bus. After placing her case in the overhead compartment, she seats herself next to the window and waves at Ruth. The bus pulls away, and as it heads down the highway, Molly stares across the endless fields of corn and soybeans.

Several miles outside of Bentonville, the bus comes to a stop near a side road, and three black men stand up and exit the bus. There is a truck parked on the side road with an old bearded black man standing next to it. Molly recognizes him as the same one she saw at Ben and Ruth's farm. As the three men climb into the back of the truck, the old man picks up a pitchfork from the truck bed and inserts its handle into the post-hole of the truck railing, then he grins at Molly, tips his cap and climbs into the truck cab. Molly notices something attached to the standing fork, but not until the truck turns and drives away down the side road does the object's familiarity become apparent. As the bus carrying Molly and the truck carrying the four black men drive off in different directions, Molly sees through the trailing dust of each, flapping in the breeze over the truck bed, her torn and ragged night shirt stuck to the tines of the fork, the last reminder of naughty Molly and the way she played with Molly's mind and body, now vanishing into the sunlit haze of the endless fields of Iowa.