Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
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Lacy's jumbled thoughts swirled in her pretty head. She drove the one-horse buggy through desolate land toward the town of Bedford. On the outside, she projected youthful innocence. Inside, a sinful soul yearned for something more than her current mundane existence. Submerged sexual desires contrasted with her modest dress. She opened several buttons letting the dry wind caress her ample breasts. The buggy wheels groaned with each turn, echoing her restless spirit. She glanced down at the leather-bound book in her lap, the only possession of value she owned. It contained dark secrets she had never revealed to anyone. For a good reason.
A yellow straw sunhat shielded her face from the harsh rays of the intense sun. The buggy's rhythmic sway rocked her into a contemplative silence. Since turning eighteen this summer, she had felt a growing sense of unease. The lack of boys her age in the town had left her feeling isolated. With no opportunity to date, Lacy drew handsome men in her sketchbook. Not ordinary drawings, but erotic scenes. Men with huge cocks and muscular physiques who took sexual advantage of her. It was a secret she kept hidden from her ma and pa.
Bedford was a dustbowl town full of forgotten hopes and shattered dreams. Most folks had moved on looking for greener pastures and more opportunities. The few that remained were either too old or too stubborn to leave. Lacy knew she didn't belong here. Her mind was full of vivid fantasies. It painted a picture of a life beyond the horizon, where she could shed her inhibitions like a snake sheds its skin. She yearned to explore the dark, uncharted territories of passion.
Stepping down from the buggy, her cornflower blue eyes took on a mischievous gleam. The biggest thrill she got coming to town was exposing the tops of her fleshy breasts to the town's men. Even if they were old, it gave her a thrill to know she could cause lumps to form in their pants. Some of her drawings were of the town's men, but she made them young, handsome, and virile. She shook her red mane and it danced on her shoulders. She had her favorite dress on, the flowered faded one that hugged her blossoming figure. Her creamy cleavage exposed to any man lucky enough to be on the street.
She left her horse and buggy hitched to a rail at the livery stable. On her short walk to Jenkins General Store, Lacy hoped this was the week Mr. Jenkin's received new supplies. Her ailing ma had a list of things they needed on the farm. Lacy tried to stay positive, but the farm was becoming an eyesore. All the crops failed, and they survived on a few chickens. a cow, and a horse. The slow ride into town left her sweaty and red dust clung to her skin like a lover's embrace.
When she pushed the door open a little bell chimed a greeting. The wide plank floorboards creaked under her bare feet. Dust motes danced in the sunlight. Lacy let out a defeated sigh, it didn't look like she had anyone to tease. The General Store was empty of men. No one was sitting around playing checkers. Or spitting tobacco juice into brass spittoons.
Sid Jenkins pushed aside a curtain that separated the store from his living quarters. "Lacy! Good to see you again!" Sid had a soft spot for Lacy. He liked her pa and knew her ma was not doing well. Most folks around here had given up farming long ago and moved on. He knew the health of Lacy's ma kept them fixed in place.
"Hi, Mr. Jenkins! Ma needs these supplies," she said, handing him the list. Lacy liked Mr. Jenkins, he was one of the few men in town who looked but didn't make rude or snide comments about her breasts. It left her wondering why not.
Sid took the list and shook his head in a negative manner. His gaze lingered on her chest. Today, her dress was half undone, revealing more of herself. Lacy had blossomed into a beautiful girl. As he pretended to read the list, he couldn't fight a twinge of lust in his pants. He'd never act on it, but she always made his cock go hard. "I'm sorry, Lacy, I only have one or two things on the list. I still haven't received any new supplies. Seems like this year is going to be worse than the last."
Lacy's heart sank. "Ma's gonna be real disappointed." She bit her bottom lip, worry etching lines on her freckled face. The general store's shelves looked barer than usual. Mr. Jenkins eyes remained glued to her chest. Life was hard for everyone. All the men in town were old like Mr. Jenkins. She tried her best to give them something to ease the drudgery of their lives. A little flash of skin, a wink, a playful giggle. She knew it made them horny, and she liked the power it gave her. Her Ma would be horrified.
Her secret sketchbook travelled everywhere she went. She had discovered her talent for drawing at an early age. As the years went by her art changed from trees and animals to something closer to her heart. Puberty hit Lacy hard. Her dreams were full of romance and love. And sex. Lots of sex. The boy she thought she would marry left town with his family. It tore her heart in two. She never did anything more than kiss him, but she wanted to. The loss left her sulking for months in despair.
With no other young men left in the area Lacy took refuge in her sketchbook. Her drawings became explicit. Her thoughts more depraved. She started drawing the men in town. Not only their faces, but their naked bodies. It turned into an obsession. Her hand would sketch a scene in detail, her pencil bringing to life a new fantasy. All the men had thick long cocks that seemed to bounce off the page. The realism was astounding for a girl that had never seen a man's cock.
Each new drawing made her cheeks flush. The sketches grew bolder, more graphic. When she inserted herself into the drawings it brought on nightly fantasies. Her talented hands would explore her body. Her breasts, nipples, and the folds between her legs. Her eyes would glaze over as she touched herself, thinking of the men in town. How she wished they weren't so old. Wishing they would fuck her. The desire to experience sex was strong and growing every day. She would bite down on her pillow to hide her nightly orgasmic screams from her ma. Her fingers a blur under the covers.
Her sketchbook lay open on her bed with a new drawing. This one depicted her naked in the barn. Two well endowed men were having sex with her. One in front and one behind. She made notes at the bottom of page describing what it must feel like and what she wanted them to do her next. Lacy was still a virgin, but in her sketchbook, she was a whore.
The bell jingled again. Lacy looked up from her daydream to see a group of men, dusty and unkempt, saunter into the store. They were strangers, something rare in Bedford. The store's wooden floorboards creaked. The strangers ambled around. When they spotted her, their eyes went wide. Not hiding their gazes or thoughts. Their sudden presence made her squirm in a good way. A shy smile, a flutter of eyelashes along with the demure tilt of her head drew the men closer. It was a dance she'd perfected on the town's men. They thought her naive, but she was anything but. The hunger in their eyes met hers.
Brook Redmond, the leader of the gang, strutted forward with authority. His piercing green eyes scanned the store in a sweeping motion before landing on Lacy. The other men followed his gaze, their smiles predatory. They nudged each other at the sight of Lacy and talked in hushed tones. They were all young, their faces free of years of toil and regret. Destined to reach the coast and escape the Dust Bowl of 1932 and the Great Depression.
Sid swallowed hard, recognizing danger had walked through his door. He wasn't a big man, nor was he a fighter. The hard times had taken its toll on his spirit and body. His wife ran off with a stranger like these men. Rough and tough. He was no match for these strangers.
"What can I do for you boys?" Sid asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
