Marlowe tried the ignition again. He got a couple of weak growls from the starter, then zip. He had worn the battery down to dead trying to start the fucking rental car.

He took his cell out of his pocket and checked to see if it had miraculously recharged itself while he was fucking with the car battery. It hadn’t.

He climbed out of the car and looked in both directions. There was nothing but gravel road and fields of corn and soybeans as far as he could see. “Fucking son of a bitch,” he muttered.

He wanted to kick the fucking headlights out of the car, but that would only cost him cash and aggravation when he turned the son of a bitch in. He sighed, realizing he would miss all of today’s appointments and probably tomorrow’s as well. He hated selling fucking term life insurance policies to barnyard rubes anyway.

But he still had to get home. He remembered passing a farmhouse about a half-mile back. He could walk back and use their phone to call Triple-A. He looked at the lowering sky, getting darker as day slid into dusk. If he was going to avoid getting rained on, he’d better hoof it. He took off the jacket of his seersucker suit and folded it over his arm, then loosened his tie. He hadn’t started walking yet and was already perspiring.

He had walked about a quarter-mile back along the road when he saw her. She appeared suddenly out of a growth of cedar trees that edged a dirt-red farm pond, just across a three-strand barbed-wire fence. She was young, blonde, cute as the dickens and naked as a jaybird. He stumbled, tripping over himself, almost falling. She grinned and darted back into the cedars, her large breasts jiggling sexily.

“What the fuck?” he muttered. Was that a hallucination or had he actually seen a naked blonde nymph in pigtails running off into the woods?

He walked on, every detail of the bizarre incident etched in his brain. By the time he reached the farmhouse he was sweating like a pig. It was getting darker, but not any cooler. He couldn’t get the image of the girl with the pigtails and the jiggling titties out of his mind.

As he approached the house, he saw a man who looked to be in his 60s sitting in the shade of the front porch. Obviously a farmer, he was wearing a pair of faded overalls and scruffy work-boots, with a battered straw hat. He was shirtless, and Marlowe could see he had a broad chest and muscular forearms and biceps. He was chewing on a kitchen match and holding something on his lap.

As Marlowe got closer, he saw that the object in the farmer’s lap was a double-barrel shotgun. Ten yards from the porch, Marlowe called out “Howdy,” trying to keep the city slicker out of his voice.

The farmer nodded. His eyes narrowed a bit, apprizing Marlowe. He switched the matchstick to the other side of his mouth.

“I’m having car trouble, about a half-mile up the road,” Marlowe said. “I wonder if I could use your phone to call Triple-A?”

“Be glad to let ya. ’Cept we ain’t got no phone.” The man’s voice had a growling, husky quality.

Marlowe paused, wiping the sweat off his brow with a handkerchief. The heat was oppressive, and the billowing storm clouds looked ominous.

“Could I plug my phone charger in somewhere? It won’t take long to charge up.”

“Ain’t got ’lectricity. Co-op says we owe ’em money. I say fuck ’em.”

Marlowe saw the man’s eyes darken and noticed him tighten his grip on the shotgun. He wanted to ask about the naked girl he had seen in the woods, but was afraid he would just sound like an idiot.

“Maybe I could trouble you for a glass of water.”

The farmer turned toward the screen door next to his chair and yelled so loudly, Marlowe jumped. “Ellie May! Bring some drinkin’ water out here!”

Marlowe heard someone in the house moving around, and a few minutes later a stunning blonde walked out onto the porch carrying a metal water bucket with a dipper. The woman looked to be in her mid-20s and was wearing a cotton sundress so thin, he could easily see that it was all she had on. She was barefoot and had her long blonde hair pulled up off her neck and fastened with a plastic flower clip on top of her head. Several strands of blonde hair had escaped the clip and were swirling sexily around her face.

Her dress came to mid-thigh, showing off her long, tanned legs. The bodice of the button-up dress was unbuttoned to just below her breasts, revealing a double handful of double-D décolletage.

“Well, give the man some water, dammit,” the old man said. “Don’t he look thirsty enough?”

The woman handed the dipper to Marlowe and propped the bucket up on one hip in a sexy pose. He took the dipper, trying to tear his gaze off of her magnificent tits. She grinned.

“He looks hungry to me, Daddy. Like he could just eat something up.”

She caught Marlowe in mid-drink, and he almost dropped the dipper. He managed to save it, but still spilled water down the front of her dress. “Fuck,” he said. “Sorry — I — ”

“Never mind,” she said. “Helps cool me off.” She took the dipper from him and filled it full, then raised it to her neck. Tilting her head back, she poured the water slowly over her breasts, grinning at Marlowe the whole time. As the wet dress molded to her breasts, her nipples became hard and very visible.

“Ellie, you waste water like that, you’re gonna have to pump some more.” The farmer broke his gun open. He took two shells out of his overalls pocket and put them in the chamber.

“Cooling off ain’t a waste, Daddy. Is it, Mr. — ?” As she responded, she turned her back to the farmer. She grinned sexily at Marlowe and circled her fingertips over each large puffy nipple.

Marlowe had to clear his throat before he could answer. “Marlowe. Pete Marlowe.”

She smiled and extended her hand for a handshake. He reached for her hand, trying to keep his suit coat in front of his crotch to hide his growing erection. She shook hands and smiled at him. Her fingertips were damp.

“Hello, Mr. Pete Marlowe. I’m Ellie May. Honest to God. My mama loved the Beverly Hillbillies. That old grump with the shotgun is Bentley. Bentley Carter.”

Marlowe glanced at Carter and nodded his head. “Pleased to meet you. I appreciate the drink.”

Carter nodded in return. He looked at Ellie May. “Where’s Sarah?”

“She’s pickin’ some corn. She’ll be back in a minute, Daddy.”

Ellie May set the water bucket and dipper on the porch and went back in the house, giving Marlowe a seductive look before she turned away.

As the screen door shut behind her, Marlowe turned to Carter. “You have a lovely daughter, Mr. Carter.”

“I do. But that gal teasing you with her titties is my wife.”

Marlowe felt a knot tighten in his stomach and was suddenly short of breath. He thought he saw just a hint of a smile on Carter’s face.

“She calls me Daddy ’cause she knows I’ll whup her ass if she gets too naughty.”

Marlowe couldn’t think of a thing to say. I wonder, he thought, just how naughty is “too naughty”?

The awkward silence was finally broken when a girl of 18 or 19 walked around the corner of the house. Marlowe recognized her immediately as the naked nymph he had seen in the woods. Only now her cute ass and perfect breasts were covered in a pair of Daisy Duke cutoffs and a bandanna halter top that barely concealed her tits. She was carrying a basket of corn.

When she saw Marlowe, she stopped. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. “Hey,” she said. “Who are you?”

“This is Mr. Marlowe,” Carter said.

This must be the daughter, Marlowe thought, wondering how a grizzled old codger like Carter ended up with such a knockout.

“You been skinny-dippin’ in the pond agin, ain’t you? Your pigtails are rusty.” Carter pointed a finger at her. “I’m tellin’ you, you better watch out for snakes.”

“I watch out,” the girl said. “Besides, I can handle snakes.” She grinned at Marlowe and dropped her gaze to his crotch. “’Specially one-eyed white snakes.”

“You hush that,” Carter said, “or I’ll wash your potty mouth out with soap.”

Carter looked at the sky, then at Marlowe. “You kin spend the night. If you want. We kin make you a pallet in the hayloft. At least you’ll be dry. Be better than hikin’ back to your car and sleepin’ in the back seat. Our mailman comes at eight in the mornin’. You can use his phone to call for help with your car.”

A rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.

“Well, I appreciate that,” Marlowe said. “And I thank you.”

“Sarah, go git some quilts and make a pallet in the hayloft.”

The girl set the basket of corn on the porch and went in the house.

“Sarah’s 19 goin’ on 29. She kin be a handful.”

I’d love to get a handful of that, Marlowe thought, glad that Carter couldn’t read his mind.

A few minutes later Sarah returned with a pile of quilts. “I’ll make you a fine bed, Mr. Marlowe. You’ll sleep just like a baby.” She gave him a wink as she passed.

Holy crap, Marlowe thought. Talk about frustration! Two gorgeous women flirting with him and their ’daddy’ sitting there holding a shotgun.

Carter said, “You hungry? We done et already, but Ellie May could fix you somethin’.”

“No, I’m fine,” Marlowe replied. “But thank you anyway.”

“Well, we’d best get to bed. Be rainin’ in a bit. We go to bed at dark, get up at sunup.” He rose from his chair. He looked to be at least six feet four or five and maybe 300 pounds of muscle. “Barn’s ’round back. Sarah will show you where you kin sleep.”

At the moment Marlowe wasn’t sure he could sleep. The situation he found himself in was both arousing and scary as hell. As he entered the barn he was surprised to see a pickup parked at one end.

From the other end of the barn Sarah called down from the hayloft. “Up here, Mr. Marlowe. Just climb the ladder.”

It was darker in the barn, but he could see the ladder at the end of the loft. Sarah was leaning over the edge looking at him. “Come on up, Mr. Marlowe. I made you a nice pallet to sleep on.”

Marlowe climbed the ladder. As he reached the top, he saw Sarah lying in the middle of a pallet of quilts. She was on her back with her hands behind her head and her bare legs wide apart, smiling up at him.

She moved her bottom on the bed, writhing seductively. “Come on, Mr. Marlowe, it’s comfy.”

“Yes, I’m sure it will be fine.” He waited, watching the teenager. Sarah raised her knees, pulling her bare feet toward her butt. She let her legs fall to the side and ran her hands slowly over the insides of her thighs. “I hope these quilts ain’t too itchy.”

She repeated the caress, ending up with her hands on her crotch. “Do you sleep nekkid, Mr. Marlowe?”

Before he could answer, Carter’s voice boomed through the barn. “Sarah! Get your butt down here and into bed, before I come give you a whuppin’.”

“See ya later, Mr. Marlowe.” Sarah scurried off the pallet and down the ladder, obviously taking the “whuppin’” threat seriously.

Relieved to be alone, Marlowe sat down on a hay bale and took a deep breath. Holy shit, he thought. Those two women are drop-dead gorgeous, but they damn sure aren’t worth getting shot over. He sat quietly for a few minutes, then got up and took off all his clothes except his boxers.

Sarah had provided a sheet to go on top of the pile of quilts, and just as he crawled under it, it began to rain. It was a soothing, gentle rain, and in minutes he was asleep.

Marlowe awoke with his consciousness focused entirely on his cock. Someone had stripped off his boxers and was sucking him off, and doing a hell of a good job at it. The rain had passed, and in the moonlight he saw a head bobbing up and down on his cock.

“What the fuck?” He reached down, ending up with a handful of pigtail. “Holy crap, Sarah! Stop! You can’t be doing this! Your pa will kill you! And me too!”

Sarah answered by taking his entire cock down her throat, making a muffled noise as she buried her freckled nose in his pubic hair. He grabbed her other pigtail and tried to pull her off his now-rigid cock. She resisted, grabbing his ass with both hands.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

She had him right at the edge of orgasm, and resistance was becoming futile. Suddenly she abandoned her blowjob and slid up to straddle him, sinking down onto his cock in one swift movement.

“Christ, Sarah, you have to stop! Ohh! Ohh! Oh fuck!” He lifted his hips, plunging into her as she rode him.

She leaned forward and shoved a nipple between his lips. “Suck my titties, Mr. Marlowe. I like that.”

Marlowe grabbed her hips and tried to stop her sliding up and down on his cock, but she had the high ground and he couldn’t budge her off his waist. He began to relax and let her fuck him. The moonlight was getting brighter, and he could make out her cute features grinning above him.

“You know your pa will kill you and me both if he catches us.” Marlowe grabbed both of her breasts and twisted her nipples, making them grow hard and big.

Sarah whimpered in pleasure. “First off,” she said, “he ain’t gonna catch us. He’s snoring like a chainsaw. Second, he ain’t my pa. So he can go squat about whose tractor I ride.”

Surprised, Marlowe dropped his hands from her tits. “He’s not your pa?”

“No, he ain’t. I’m Ellie May’s sister.” She was still sliding up and down on his cock, swirling her hips enticingly on each down stroke. “So he can boss her around, but not me.”

Suddenly there was another voice in the hayloft. “He can too boss you around, you little slut. You know he’ll whup your ass if he’s a mind to.”

Sarah squealed and looked over her shoulder. Marlowe’s heart skipped a couple of beats, then began racing. “What the fuck?” He tried to raise up, but Sarah was weighing him down.

“Jesus, Ellie May,” she said, “you scared me cross-eyed.”

Ellie May knelt down next to the pallet. Marlowe could see her grinning in the moonlight.

“Move over, sis. I want to get some of this city dick.”

Sarah rose up off of Marlowe’s cock, and Ellie May slid over to take her place. She was wearing a short cotton nightgown, which she quickly stripped up and off. As she settled down on his cock, Marlowe knew she would ride him until she got what she came for.

Ellie May had doubled the chance he would get shot by both barrels of Bentley Carter’s shotgun, but with his hard cock in her wet pussy, he couldn’t bring himself to shove her away. Instead he reached up and palmed her double-D breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples as he had done with Sarah’s.

Ellie May begin to ride his cock in earnest. Sarah moved up to the head of the pallet and turned to face her older sister. Scrunching forward, she positioned herself over Marlowe’s head and slowly lowered her pussy down to his lips. Lifting his chin, he licked a wet swipe up through her slit. Her hips jerked and she moaned in pleasure, lowering her pussy back to his tongue.

As he continued to lick Sarah, the friction of Ellie May’s pussy sliding up and down on his cock was setting him on fire. If Carter showed up with both barrels blazing, he wouldn’t be able to stop fucking the man’s wife.

“Oh God! Ohmygod!” Sarah started coming first, smashing her juicy pussy down on Marlowe’s mouth and nose. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her enough to lick her cunt and still breathe. Then Ellie May began to climax, moaning and fucking him faster and faster as her orgasm began. Above him the sisters fell forward into each other’s arms, clutching each other as they shared simultaneous orgasms.

While Marlowe’s body surrendered to the incredible pleasure of sucking and fucking the two women at the same time, his mind was racing. He was amazed at how much alike the sisters sounded as they squealed through their climaxes, and terrified that Carter would hear them squealing and come climbing up the ladder with a loaded shotgun.

Suddenly he heard the farmer’s husky growl and was certain that he would soon be dead. He tried lifting the two women off, but they were in the middle of orgasms that could not be stopped.

“Goddammit, Ellie May! I said bend over!”

With his head trapped between Sarah’s legs, Marlowe could see nothing. But he felt Ellie May leaning forward until her large breasts were smashed against his chest. He could feel Carter shifting forward between his legs, and suddenly Ellie May’s climax was interrupted by a loud wailing moan. “Ohhh God! Ohmygod! Yes! Fuck my ass, Bentley! Shove your big cock in my ass!”

Carter shifted forward again and Marlowe felt his weight, felt the farmer’s cock sliding into Ellie May’s ass, separated from his own cock in her pussy by a thin membrane of flesh. As Carter’s cock slid in deep, Marlowe could feel its length and thickness and knew it must be massive.

Carter pulled out halfway and shoved back in again, and Ellie May’s cry of pain-laced pleasure echoed even louder through the barn. With her husband’s cock shoved in her ass and Marlowe’s in her cunt, her first orgasm blended into a second. Fueled by the two hard cocks, she writhed in total abandon between the two men.

Sarah’s orgasm finally ended, and she fell back, sliding off of Marlowe’s face. As she took a deep breath, he felt his own orgasm building, and in seconds he was filling Ellie May’s cunt with spurt after spurt of hot come. He felt Carter’s cock also jerking and knew the man was coming in his wife’s ass.

Growling and grunting as he climaxed, Carter finally finished and rolled off of his wife onto his back. The sudden shift of the man’s massive weight was a relief, and Marlowe took a deep breath. Ellie May rolled to the side opposite her husband, letting Marlowe’s cock slide out of her pussy. For several long minutes the hay loft was filled with the pants and sighs of the two men and two women.

It was gradually growing lighter in the barn, and from somewhere in the barnyard a rooster crowed. Marlowe looked at the threesome that had turned his night on a pallet of quilts into a full-blown farm-barn orgy. “My God,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. “That was fucking amazing.”

“It was,” Carter said. “Some pretty damn good fuckin’.”

“Well, we ain’t through yet, are we?” Sarah said, sounding petulant. “Ain’t nobody fucked me in the ass yet.”

“You keep whinin’, I’ll whup your ass so it don’t need fuckin’. Mr. Marlowe’s got to go on about his business.”

Marlowe sat up and leaned back against a hay bale, carefully pulling bits of hay off of his sticky cock. “I reckon I can’t leave until the mailman gets here and I can call Triple A.” He saw a slight smile turn up the corners of Carter’s mouth.

“No need waitin’,” Carter said. “I got jumper cables in the truck. We can get you goin’ anytime.”

Marlowe looked at Carter in surprise. “You’ve got jumper cables? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t ask. All you said you wanted was a phone or electricity, and a drink of water.”

“Son of a bitch,” Marlowe muttered, momentarily pissed off at the fucking smart-ass farmer.

“Besides,” Carter said, his grin now obvious, “if you’d-a left, who would have helped me fuck these two horny sisters?”

Sarah giggled and swung one leg over Marlowe’s waist to straddle his lap. “Yeah,” she said, “so why are you in such a hurry to git? Don’t you like fuckin’ me and Ellie May?” She rose up and grabbed Marlowe’s cock, aiming it for her asshole. “Oh my sweet God,” she moaned as she filled her ass with city-slicker cock, “don’t it feel good?”

Sarah rose up and slid down again. This time Marlowe moaned along with her. He glanced over at Carter and his wife. Ellie May was busy sucking her husband’s cock while he fingered her pussy. Ellie May lifted her head a moment. “Really, Mr. Marlowe, you ain’t ready to leave just yet, are you?”

As she leaned back down toward Carter’s cock again, Marlowe considered his options. He could fuck with the son-of-a-bitch battery on the rental car, or he could fuck two of the hottest farm-girl pussies he’d ever seen.

“You know,” Marlowe said finally, “I guess I’m not in that much of a hurry to leave after all.”