After leaving Amon, my emotions were running pretty high. However I was looking forward, more than ever to having Beth do the cleaning and chores in the house. I would have to pick her up at her farm and then return her after work. This was always pleasant to see her beautiful body and pretty face. It started out as a quiet relationship and I surmised it was because of the beating her father had given her and the exposure of her naked body to my view that caused her to be quiet and reserved.
The weeks went by and I never tired of watching her gracefully go about the chores. We still hadn't gotten very far with our conversation and I still wanted to get closer to her, "if you know what I mean". On some mornings when Beth is working, I like to go jogging and am usually gone for one to two hours. But it was one of those hot summer days and the humidity was high. I just didn't feel like doing the full routine and turned back after only a few minutes. I was wearing my jogging shorts and an old T-shirt which was now soaked and sweaty.
I needed to get in shower and clean up. As I entered the house the air conditioning had come on and was already cooling the temperature down. I made my way up the stairs wondering where Beth was cleaning. The upstairs window air conditioning was running in the bedroom and was making quite a noise. As I entered the master bedroom I saw Beth standing in front of the dresser with her back to me. She couldn't see me come in and with the noisy air conditioning, she couldn't hear me either. I slipped around the door and stood with my back to the wall, so I could observe what she was doing. Much to my surprise she was in the drawer that contained my underwear and also the place that my wife and I keep some of our play toys.
Beth had found the custom made dildo that we used to play with. The dildo is one of those kits that you can order and then make a casting of your own cock. It was something that we both wanted to do and the results are very realistic. Now I'm not huge by any means, but my cock is about 8 1/2" and is 1 1/2" thick. When I made the mould, I was amazed that it showed all the veins and even made a nice casting of my balls. Now I was watching someone other than my wife play with this dildo and my own cock rose to the occasion. I watched Beth's small hands stroking the dildo and imagined her stroking my own cock, and yet she was stroking my cock or yet it seemed that way. My hand went down and I could feel how hard I was getting. I knew that this might be the opportunity that I had been waiting for. I stood there transfixed with the moment. Beth ran her hands up and down the dildo feeling the texture and squeezing the spongy rubber. She felt the well-hung balls and gently squeezed them. I was sure that I could feel her doing this same thing to me. Then she took the dildo and placed near her face to see if she could smell the aroma that might have been left behind. She placed the head of the dildo against her lips and licked the end. I thought I might explode right there and then. I couldn't wait much longer and had to seize the moment.
"Beth" I shouted, "what are you doing". She froze and her head snapped around, knowing that I had caught her. The blood drained from her face and she couldn't move, her hand still clutching the dildo.
I slowly walked over next to her. Her head dropped and her breathing got heavier. I thought she was going to cry. I said once more "Beth what were you doing in my drawer." She just looked at me but didn't answer.
Beth should I tell your father what you were doing! Suddenly I could see fear in her face and she started to plead with me not to tell Amon. "Please, please don't tell my father." She begged. "I will do anything that you want, just don't tell my father." At this point I needed to push the envelope even further.
"Beth," I said, "would Amon beat you with the strap again."
"Yes," she said.
"Would he do other things to you also Beth?"
"Yes" was her answer.
"Beth if you don't want me to tell your father, I want to hear the whole story. Please let's go sit down on the bed and you can tell me."
With that I took her hand and led her to the bed. She was still clutching my dildo in the other hand.
Beth started her story telling me that it was several months ago and her mother had taken the rest of the family over to an uncle's farm, leaving her father and her to do chores. Beth was in the barn cleaning the stalls when she begins the story.
"I was raking the hay around and just sort of daydreaming. I have begun to notice things that are changing in my body and have become aware of animals and what they do when mating. I have started to notice the things that hang down on male animals and especially the horses and bulls. I am quite intrigued in the interest that these animals are now having for one another, both females and males. It was sort of a lazy morning and I was watching the pony in the next stall. He was still young, but his thing was hanging down and swinging from side to side as he walked around the stall. I wondered if I could get next to him and maybe just touch his thing. I went into the stall and took his halter and tied him up against the rail so he couldn't run around the stall.
"At first the pony seemed nervous, but I just kept talking to him and rubbing his back and down around his belly. He seemed to calm down as I rubbed him. I kept moving closer down and under his belly, closer to his thing. As I got closer I could see it was starting to get longer and thicker. Then my hand brushed against his thing and he flinched. Finally after several minutes the pony let me rub my hands up and down the length of his shaft. It now had grew to about 20" and was as big around as my arm. I knew that I was stimulating him and he was feeling the need to mate. I kept rubbing up and down his shaft and had knelt down so I could see the whole thing. I just couldn't stop; I had to see what was going to happen. As I worked his thing up and down, he became more and more excited. Then his feet and legs went rigid and his thing started spraying a hot gooey liquid all over the floor. It got on my hands and was spraying all over my shoes. I started to giggle at what had happened and then I felt it.
"It was a large hand and it grabbed by the arm. I looked up and saw the angry look on my father's face. With one movement, he jerked me to my feet and half drug me towards the house. His breathing was heavy as we went up the steps and through the door to the house. On the way through he grabbed the strap off the wall and I knew I was in for a beating.