Lumber Jacked

by Chance Carter

  “Autumn?”

  “Yes. Please make sure you keep your wits about you with that one. Don’t believe a word she says. She’s a delinquent.”

  “A delinquent?”

  “Yes, and a girl of very poor virtue, if you know what I mean. Watch your belongings around her, and don’t fall for her false charms. She’s not to be trusted. A liar and a slut.”

  Mrs. Hildegard turned and left before Grady had a chance to respond.

  Chapter Nine

  Autumn

  Autumn had just finished her bath and was about to start another of Mrs. Hildegard’s romance novels when she heard a noise coming from the room next to hers.

  Betsy’s room.

  A shiver ran down her back. Ever since seeing it, she had a distinct sensation that the room was haunted.

  She crossed her room and held her head to the wall. There was definitely noise, creaking floorboards, like someone was walking around in there. She stood and listened for some minutes, remembering Mrs. Hildegard’s warning not to ever go in.

  She sighed.

  She didn’t want to, but she knew if she didn’t go and look, she’d lie there all night conjuring up images of ghosts and bogey men. She tiptoed to her door, carefully opened it so as not to let it creak, and went to the door of Betsy’s room.

  The door was ajar and she peered in.

  A ghostly white figure drifted toward her and she screamed, before realizing that her ghost was just Mrs. Hildegard in her silk nightdress.

  “Oh my God, you scared the crap out of me.”

  Mrs. Hildegard looked very amused.

  “I thought I told you not to come in here.”

  “I heard something.”

  “Oh, you heard something? I guess that means you can forget what I said.”

  “I thought you were a ghost.”

  Mrs. Hildegard laughed, then her expression turned more mischievous.

  “I suppose you want to know what I was doing up here?”

  “Oh, that’s okay,” Autumn said. “I’ll go back to my room. I promise to mind my own business in future.”

  “No, no, you’re here now. I might as well show you.”

  “Show me what?”

  “Come over here,” Mrs. Hildegard said and led the way to the far side of the room.

  She pulled the bed from the wall and sat down on it.

  “Come, sit,” she said.

  Autumn sat next to her and followed Mrs. Hildegard’s view to the floor.

  “See? There?” Mrs. Hildegard said.

  Autumn peered at the floor and saw there was a hole in it. Through the hole she could see straight down to the room below.

  Grady’s room!

  “Room seven. I always put the hotties in there.”

  “The hotties?”

  “You have no idea how filthy men are, child. All they think about is touching themselves. I’ve seen it a thousand times.”

  “Touching themselves?”

  “As soon as they’re alone, they pull out their cocks and start stroking. Mark my words, Mr. Cole will do it if we sit here and wait.”

  “You watch?” Autumn said in shock.

  “You bet I do,” Mrs. Hildegard said.

  Autumn stood up and made to leave but Mrs. Hildegard grabbed her by the arm.

  “Let me go,” Autumn said.

  “No. You’re going to sit here and watch with me. It’s more fun doing it with friends.”

  “I’m not doing anything,” Autumn said.

  “You’ll do as I say, you wicked child, or you’ll be sorry.”

  “Sorry?”

  “What if I tell Mr. Hildegard I caught you in here?”

  “What? I wasn’t in here?”

  “What if I send you down to him right now, and tell him to take off your panties and spank you till your bottom turns pink.”

  “He can’t do that.”

  “Do you want to go down and test him?”

  Autumn shook her head. After the truck ride earlier, she intended to avoid ever being alone with Mr. Hildegard again if she could help it.

  “Then sit down and watch this hunk. I bet you’ve never seen a cock before in your life.”

  Autumn sat down.

  “Have you?” Mrs. Hildegard said.

  “Have I what?”

  “Ever seen a cock?”

  Autumn looked at her. “No,” she lied.

  Mrs. Hildegard shook her head. “You’re such a disappointment.”

  They both sat there and watched Grady through the hole in the floor. Contrary to what Mrs. Hildegard had said, he didn’t whip out his cock and start stroking it. He was sitting on the bed with Destiny in his arms. He was talking to her, telling her a story. Autumn couldn’t quite make out the words but it seemed to be a fairytale of some sort. Destiny was asleep and after a while Grady put her down on the bed and went into the bathroom.

  Thankfully, Mrs. Hildegard’s little spy hole didn’t afford a view of the bathroom, but when Grady came back to the bedroom, he was naked.

  Mrs. Hildegard hit Autumn on the arm.

  “See! What did I tell you? Watch. I bet he jerks it off next. Have you ever seen a man cum?”

  “Of course I haven’t,” Autumn said, unable to take her eyes from Grady’s naked flesh.

  “You’re in for a treat then,” Mrs. Hildegard said, and Autumn noticed her putting her hand up inside her nightdress.

  Mrs. Hildegard’s hand start moving vigorously inside the dress, and it was a moment before Autumn realized what she was doing. She was pleasuring herself.

  She wanted to say something, to protest, but she said nothing.

  They watched as Grady got down on the floor and began doing pushups before bed. The muscles in his back were perfectly visible. They rippled sensually as he exercised. His buttocks were so perfect and despite the terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling of guilt for invading Grady’s privacy in this way, and a feeling of disgust that she was sitting next to a woman who was very obviously fingering herself, she couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to sit on Grady’s back and ride him like a horse.

  She wanted to clench his muscular buttocks in her fingers and squeeze.

  “Touch yourself if you want,” Mrs. Hildegard panted, getting more and more fired up as she flicked her fingers rapidly back and forth over her clit.

  “That’s okay,” Autumn managed to say.

  “Do it or I’ll send you down to Mr. Hildegard for a spanking.”

  “I will not,” Autumn said, and stood up and left before she had to witness Mrs. Hildegard cum all over her hand.

  Chapter Ten

  Autumn

  Try as she might, Autumn could not get to sleep. Her mind kept wandering to Mrs. Hildegard in the next room, spying on Grady. For some time she could hear Mrs. Hildegard moaning quietly to herself as she masturbated, and when she finally went back down the stairs it was after midnight.

  Autumn lay there and waited. She wondered if Mrs. Hildegard was gone for good. She wondered what Grady was doing now. Was he asleep? It certainly sounded like the entire house was asleep.

  As quietly as she could, Autumn climbed out of bed and walked barefoot to the door. She opened her door carefully and went out to the hallway and checked the door to Betsy’s room. It opened with a loud creak and she froze, listening for any sign that Mrs. Hildegard had heard. She imagined that the old woman would guard jealously her little secret spying spot. She wouldn’t take kindly to Autumn stealing a little peek of her own.

  When she was satisfied the coast was clear, she went quietly to the bed and pulled it back from the wall.

  There was the hole, a little patch of light in the dark floor.

  She sat down and peered through it. Grady was lying on the bed, on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Autumn saw his face and recoiled in fright, thinking he was looking right at her. Then she realized there was no way he could see her. She could see him clearly, down in the bright room, but to him, the
tiny hole in the ceiling was nothing but a little black crack among countless others in the wooden panelling.

  She gasped as she took in the view. There, lying before her, was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life. Grady was completely naked, his body glistening in a light sweat after his pushups. He had the faint trace of a smile on his face and he was breathing deeply but slowly, perfectly relaxed.

  Autumn’s eyes followed down over his tattooed chest, over his perfectly chiseled six pack, all the way to the cock. She leaned closer to the hole in the floor, trying to get a better look. She’d never before had the opportunity to look directly at a penis and she wasn’t going to waste this one. She felt guilty for spying but she told herself there were plenty worse things in the world than one curious girl taking a peek at a God of a man and getting a thrill from it.

  She wasn’t doing any harm, she was just looking.

  But then, wasn’t that what Mrs. Hildegard had been doing?

  She felt her pussy dampen with desire as she stared intently at the semi-hard cock that was resting against Grady’s muscular thigh. She wondered what he’d think if he knew she was looking. Would he cover himself up, or would he put on a little show.

  A wave of desire washed through her body at the thought of him putting on a show for her.

  Her pussy was bare beneath her nightdress and she reached down and touched it, staring intently at Grady’s cock while she did so.

  A part of her mind told her she was every bit as filthy as Mrs. Hildegard, but she couldn’t help it.

  She ran a finger over the moist fold of her clit, pleasure tingling up through her.

  To her surprise, at the very moment that she touched herself, Grady’s hand moved too. He reached down over his stomach and brushed his fingers over the shaft of his cock.

  Autumn gasped. It was almost as if he was joining her in the stolen moment of pleasure, except for the fact there was no way he could know what she was doing.

  She licked her finger and rubbed it more vigorously over her sensitive clit, all the while staring at Grady as his cock grew and stiffened. It rose up away from his body and pointed at the ceiling, at Autumn. She looked at Grady’s face and felt as if his beautiful, piercing eyes were looking right at her.

  She imagined that she was lying on him, straddling him, and those eyes were really looking into hers. She imagined that his erect cock, now glistening and engorged from Grady stroking it, was inside her pussy. She had no idea what a cock would feel like in her pussy, until this moment the thought of it had terrified her, but now she knew it was something she wanted. A deep instinctual need inside told her she had to have it, she had to feel it. She had to know the pleasure of Grady’s cock sliding into her deep, delicious pussy and pouring its sticky seed inside her.

  She’d do what Grady wanted.

  She’d be his woman.

  If he wanted, she’d do anything he asked.

  He could stick that huge shaft inside her tiny spot and pour himself into her. Her pussy would swallow every drop he had to give her and beg for more. She’d be his, if only he asked.

  And then something amazing happened. White semen gushed from the tip of Grady’s cock and flew up over his abs and chest, landing in a long streak over his tattooed muscles.

  Autumn imagined it was pouring into her pussy, splashing against her cervix, and the thought of it pushed her over the edge. A surge of delicious pleasure gushed through her pussy and she gasped for air, clenching every muscle she had as her climax overpowered her. She tried to contain herself, she tried to remain silent, but a cry of pure lust escaped her lips before she could stop herself.

  She was looking at Grady’s face and saw his reaction.

  He’d heard her!

  She had no doubt.

  He rose up, listening for the sound. She put her hand over her mouth, the very same hand that was soaking from her juices, and forced herself not to breathe, not to move, not to make the tiniest, faintest sound.

  Grady looked up at the ceiling, almost second guessing whether he’d heard anything at all, and then grabbed a napkin from the table by his bed and cleaned up the mess he’d made on his chest.

  Autumn looked at her fingers. She’d never cum so hard in her life. She was intoxicated. She wanted to cum again. She wanted more.

  She wanted Grady.

  Chapter Eleven

  Grady

  Grady lay naked on the bed and allowed himself the pleasure of thinking about a woman for the first time in a very long while. Ever since Destiny’s mother had died, he’d been too hurt, too shocked, to even think about being intimate with a woman.

  Now, his lust had returned and it was stronger than it had ever been in his life.

  Something about that girl, Autumn, made him wild with desire. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke to him, the way she looked, pretty and sweet and innocent and oh so sexy. She was too much for him to resist.

  Nineteen, almost twenty, she’d said.

  Old enough, he’d thought.

  Old enough to be with a man. Old enough to go all the way. Old enough to fall in love.

  He wanted her, he wanted to be the one who took her from the innocence of girlhood into the wild, passionate experiences of full womanhood, and he wanted her to want him too.

  As he lay there, his cock growing with desire, he gave in to his urges and began to stroke himself, picturing Autumn’s face as he did it. He imagined her sitting on his lap, looking down into his eyes, her delicious pussy clenched around his rigid cock like a fist gripping him.

  He wanted her to cry out with pain and pleasure as he slid into her, stretching her around the one thing in life she was made to receive, a hard, naked cock. He wanted her to feel him cum, the muscles clench, the cock spurting semen into her tiny body so forcefully it would be like an ocean wave overpowering her in a storm.

  He wanted to cum so hard inside her that she’d heal every wound his soul had ever suffered, and he wanted to make her cum so powerfully that she’d never be able to forget him, never be able to look at another but him, never be able to get rid of the feeling that he was inside her, deep inside the very core of her body, for the rest of eternity.

  He lay there, stroking himself faster and faster, his fist gripping his shaft tighter and tighter, and just as he was about to explode in pleasure, he heard a voice, her voice, moaning as she came with him. It was magical. His cum flew from his cock and landed so far up his chest it almost hit him on the chin. He came harder than he ever remembered cumming.

  He sat up on the bed and tried to hear the sound of her moan again.

  Had he imagined it?

  He must have.

  He listened for a moment before shaking his head at his silliness.

  The spookiness of the old hotel was getting to him, getting inside his head, and making him hear things that weren’t there.

  She was inside his head so much that he was hearing things.

  He cleaned up the mess he’d made, checked on the baby, and then fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  In the morning, Mrs. Hildegard brought his breakfast and it was nowhere near as nice as when Autumn brought it. Afterwards, he got dressed, dressed the baby, and went down to his car.

  He had a goal in mind and today was the day he was going to do it. He drove down the single main street of the town until he found a realtor’s office. Taking the baby, he went inside.

  The office was small and tidy with a young woman at the reception desk and a wall full of photos of the properties that were for sale.

  “Can I help you?” the woman said.

  Grady looked up at her. “Just taking a look at the listings.”

  “You’re in the market to buy?”

  “Yes, ma’am, if I see the right thing.”

  “And what would the right thing look like?”

  He glanced over the pictures. “I was thinking a nice little cabin in the woods, you know? Something cute and old fashioned and romantic. A place t
o start a new life with this little one,” he said, holding up Destiny.

  “Oh, isn’t she darling,” the woman said.

  Grady smiled.

  The woman stood up and Grady walked over to show her the baby. As they both admired her, an older man stepped out of an office behind her back.

  “What have we got here? A little visitor?”

  “Her name’s Destiny,” Grady said.

  “Well, isn’t that a sign if ever I saw one. You name her after the town?”

  “Other way around,” Grady said. “She’s the reason we picked this town.”

  The old man chuckled. “You’re a man after my own heart. I once lived in a town called Esther for four years because I’d been in love with a girl called Esther in my youth. She died, sadly, but when I saw the name on the map I knew I had to go there.”

  “How’d it turn out?” Grady said.

  “Well, I met my wife there and we’ve been happily married for forty years now. So I’d say there are worse ways to pick a town to live in.”

  “Let’s hope Destiny works out that well for me and the little one.”

  “Oh, I’m sure it will,” the receptionist said, looking up at him with fawning eyes.

  Grady smiled at her and directed his attention back to the realtor.

  “I was just saying, I’m looking for an old style cabin. Something quiet and remote.”

  “Do you need power and water?”

  “I don’t need it but I’d like it,” Grady said.

  “Well, I’ve got something I could show you. A really beautiful little place overlooking the town. It’s a beautiful, pristine little valley, but close enough to town that you could get here easily.”

  “And it has power and water?”

  “It does, but not hot water if my memory serves. A beautiful fireplace though. You’ll like it.”

  “When can you show it to me?”

  “No time like the present,” the realtor said.

  They rode in Grady’s car up to the cabin which was on the same road out of town that his hotel was on. When they passed the hotel, the realtor asked Grady if that was where he was staying.