After breakfast Ash and Catherine drove to the village to have another look around and when they got back they had a swim in the lake. Toby was working in the gardens again and Ash made his wife take her top off and show him her breasts.
Old Reg watched from the kitchen window with his binoculars again and formulated his plan for what he considered to be fair retribution.
After lunch on the balcony Ash started getting sleepy. He simply couldn't keep his eyes open and had to go to bed. Catherine had agreed to take down the dishes from lunch for old Reg and when she entered the kitchen he closed the door behind her.
"So your old man's asleep?" Reg asked, leaning back against the closed door. He looked menacing with his folded arms and stern brow.
Catherine's heart started pounding. "Umm. Yes he's asleep, but-"
"Yes, well I put a little something in his orange juice to help with that," Reg cut in. He motioned to a doorway that led down to the basement. "Come on down and we'll have a chat about how you've been teasing my boy."
"But I-"
Catherine's plea was cut short by the old man taking an iron grip to her arm and forcing her through the door. There was a stairwell and a room with two beds and a TV set on a dresser. Toby was sitting on one of the beds but as Catherine was pushed onto the other one he got up bobbing his shoulders and looking back and forth from his father to Catherine excitedly. Catherine's heart was in her throat. She was petrified and unable to get a sound out.
"Now, personally I fully approve of attractive young women sunbathing topless but it looked an awful lot like you and that man of yours were deliberately trying to tease young Toby here. Am I right?"
He was indeed right and Catherine knew the look on her face was answering his question. She couldn't lie to save her life.
"We didn't mean any - harm," she managed to stammer, sobbing a little.
Old Reg smiled. "And there's no harm done either! As long as the young fellow isn't left - well - shall we say - high and dry!"
Toby was staring at Catherine's legs. She had on a short lace skirt and it was hiked up displaying her panties. She tugged it down as she edged back against the wall. She thought about screaming for help.
"The nearest neighbour is half a mile away and your man wouldn't wake up if a bomb hit," Reg said easily, as if he had read Catherine's mind. "The only question is do you want it rough or are you going to co-operate?"
"Co-operate with what?" Catherine sobbed. She knew what was about to happen though and her mind was ticking over the possibilities. If she fought she would probably be hurt and there was no way to run with the only avenue for escape being the stairwell where the old man was sitting.
"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, looking from the old man to the young giant standing over her.
"He's not going to hurt you," Reg said calmly. There was even a hint of warmth and compassion in his tone. "Just start with taking your top off like you did out there."
Reg motioned for Toby to step back and he did so, giving Catherine some room to breathe.
"Now, let's see those nice boobs," he the old man said, putting his glasses on and moving a little closer beside his boy.
Catherine expelled a ragged breath and took another. She then lifted the top she was wearing over her head and exposed her breasts. They shuddered upon her next breath and she sniffled a tear.
"Go on, boy," Reg said, prodding Toby forward, and the child giant shuffled close to where Catherine was cringing in the corner. He then bent down and reached forward, feeling Catherine's right breast.
His hand was coarse but his touch was gentle and Catherine couldn't help the sparks flittering through her body as he carefully felt her other breast and rubbed his thumb over the nipple.
"That's it, boy - she likes that," Reg urged, and Toby grinned back over his shoulder then turned back to concentrate on what he was doing.
"Lie down," Reg said to Catherine. "All the way down, flat on your back."
She complied immediately and when she did Toby's attention returned to her legs. "Oh god," she uttered as the boy's eyes lit up and he folded up the front of her skirt.
Catherine's knees were trembling together. She couldn't look down at her body but she felt the coarseness of that hand against her inner thigh and then pressure against the crotch of her panties.
"Pull them down, boy," that raspy old voice said and Catherine for some unimaginable reason lifted her butt so her panties could be removed more easily.
"That's it, now spread her legs and lick her," old Reg instructed, and at that point Catherine's mind blurred out of focus.
She felt her legs being parted and then there were fingers peeling the lips of her pussy open. There was a snuffling, grunting sound and suddenly there was a tongue slicing into her. She clung to the cotton blanket beneath her body and stared at the ceiling. The weight of the giant lying down on top of her forced the air from her lungs and then there was a fumbling of fingers between her legs and she was being penetrated.
"Oh god," she moaned out loud as she felt the size of the young gardener's penis.
He worked it in and out forcefully, penetrating deeper and deeper until Catherine felt the head of the thing pressuring her cervix.
He was finally pressed against her down there and he started humping her wildly. He was jerking and thrusting awkwardly and the depth of his penetration was hurting but Catherine still felt an orgasm beginning to build.
All too soon the big guy was ejaculating though. He was clamped between Catherine's legs convulsing and groaning in ecstasy while powerful bursts of cum were gushing. He finally stopped writhing around and his body slumped a little but Catherine could feel that his penis was still quite firm.
