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The Barn Ch. 01

By: Ballzac



To the world at large Winston Winslow is unknown, and even to those few individuals who have delved deeply into the occult, he is a passing footnote amongst the more famed practitioners of the forbidden arts. However, Winslow was a master of the mystical arts, who delved deep into obscure practices and unlocked secret rites and rituals, which had best been left forgotten. During the first decades of the Twenty Century, he used his considerable fortune to acquire a vast amount of material drawn from ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia. His wealth allowed him to fund various archeological expeditions around the world. In this manner, he was able to unlock secrets, which had been buried since before the building of famed Ur or Babylon. Winslow built around himself a cult, which carried on the ancient rites, which had not been practiced in thousands of years. He shared his knowledge freely with his followers, but one thing Winston could not tolerate was disloyalty. Once a person became a member of his cult, he or she was a member for life, unless Winslow decided to allow them to go, which was something he never did.

The year was 1936. The Ford roadster raced down the Sacramento California Valley dirt road through the dead of night. Heavy storm clouds covered the night sky and in the far distance, behind the racing car, lightning occasionally flashed. The driver was risking his life by out driving his headlights, but he knew that if he slowed down for even a second, a terrible fate would overtake him. He knew that no matter how fast he traveled, the odds were that the thing, which pursued him, would shortly overtake the fleeing car. 

The driver's heart beat like a sledgehammer against his chest, his eyes were wide, and his breath came in quick gasps. He cursed himself for the thousandth time for being such a fool as to join Winston Winslow's cult. Those esoteric truths, which he had sought from Winslow's forbidden knowledge, had led nowhere but down an evil filled spiral path, whose ultimate end must surely result in damnation.

Through the night sky behind the car something moved, which was darker than the storm filled clouds, something that moved with a speed far greater than the wind. The flashes of lightning did nothing to reveal the entity's form. It was as if what moved through the night was a hole in normal time and space. The thing moved with a purpose, as if its entire attention was focused solely on the speeding car, and before the creature blew an unholy wind, stronger than a hurricane. Ever so quickly the thing was overtaking the fleeing vehicle.

The first blast of that terrible wind hit the car, causing it to skid on the dirt road. The driver skillfully brought the vehicle out of the skid, but carried by the wind was a thick, billowing cloud of dust, which had been lifted from all the sounding countryside. Suddenly the man's vision of the road was completely obscured by the roiling airborne soil. He vainly fought to keep the car steady as he hit the brakes, but all to no avail. The car suddenly slid from the road, to plunge down an embankment and into a ditch.

As the vehicle entered the ditch it rolled over onto the passenger's side, tossing the driver across the seat to hit into the passenger door. The impact of the crash stunned the man, and for a moment he hovered in that limbo between consciousness and darkness; however, the cold water, which poured into the car brought him to full awareness. He realized that death hovered very close to him and that if he were to survive, he must move quickly. Although his body was wracked with pain, he rose up and grabbed the driver's side door. For a moment it seemed as if the door was jammed, but with his remaining strength he was able to force the door upward, where the force of the wind blew it wide open allowing him to crawl out of the car.

Blood poured into his eyes, but through the gore he could see, with horror the thing was almost upon him. Crying out in terror the man fled through the ditch water, knowing that at any second the entity would have him in its grasp. In that moment, when hope died in his breast, he saw a small culvert, which opened in the road's embankment allowing the water from the ditch to flow into fields on the other side of the road. He dove into the culvert and crawled wildly inside. Behind him he heard something crashed into the ditch behind him. A tentacle-like arm reached out for him, but the force of the displaced water pushed him along the culvert and away from the grasp of the being.

A terrible cry of rage and frustration boomed through the culvert. Seconds later he heard the sound of rending metal as his car was mangled and pounded into the silt of the ditch. Suddenly everything went silent and the wind died. For a moment his heart filled with hope that he had escaped what had seemed like certain doom; however, his horror returned with renewed strength as he saw, in the direction he was crawling, two large crescent shaped eyes glowing with red fury before him. The water in front of him churned wildly, as the thing reached out to grab him. Quickly he moved backward out of the reach of the raging creature. Moments later he heard the sound of heavy pounding coming from the road above him as the being made its way across the road.

The man franticly crawled through the water of the culvert in a desperate attempt to avoid the clutches of the thing that sought him. His shrieks of pure terror reverberated through the culvert drowning out the sound of the churning water caused by the being's efforts to grab the man. To the man it seemed like an eternity passed, as the creature went from one side of the culvert to the other in its effort to take its prey; however, always the man eluded the thing of darkness, slowly but steadily his strength ebbed and his screams became whimpers. 

From outside the culvert came a numbing howl, which the man felt in his nerves and his bones, rather than heard. Following that awful cry there was only silence and the thing which had sought him appeared no more. The man wildly looked from one end of the culvert to the other, but nothing outside moved. As the minutes became hours, the man remained where he, feared that the creature was lurking outside. The coldness of the water spread through his body causing him to shake uncontrollably, and at last the man knew that if he remained where he was hypothermia would kill him. 

Slowly he went through the culvert and emerged on the side opposite from that which he had entered. As he pulled himself from the ditch, his mind was too numb to care if the being waited to pounce upon him. He lay down upon the rich soil of a field and passed out until sometime the next morning. He then pulled himself up the embankment and onto the road to walk along it until he flagged down a passing farmer. He said only that he had an accident and made no mention of the horror, which had come upon him in the night. 

As the man sat in the farmer's truck, he stared out the windows with unseeing eyes. His soul had been touched by a darkness, which would haunt him the rest of his life. For years to come he would awaken in the dead of night screaming as he relived the awful night when he had almost been taken by the evil entity. His horror was only intensified when he heard the news of the events, which took place that same night at the headquarters of the cult of Winston Winslow.

In the barn at his farm Winston Winslow stood naked at the center of a pentagram drawn in alternating red and blue rays. Before him one of his female follows sucked deeply upon his rigid cock, while she rubbed her clit. At the point of each ray of the pentacle, within a white colored circle, a man and a woman were performing various sex acts. In one circle a man feasted deeply upon a woman's rich pussy as he rubbed his cock. In another circle a man was fucking a woman doggy style, his rapid thrusts bringing cries of ecstasy from her lips. A third circle contained a woman and a man engaged in anal sex, as the man fucked the woman, she rubbed her pussy bringing herself to repeated orgasms. The forth circle contained a couple fucking in the missionary position, while the fifth circle held a woman tossing her head back and forth as she rode the man below her to orgasm.

All the participants of the strange orgy had taken a rare and costly potion, which allowed them to cum and cum again without losing sexual vigor. The women and the men in the circles directed their sexual energies toward the focal point of the pentagram where stood their master, Winston Winslow. The obscene sounds of cum filled pussies being continually fucked filled the air. Of all the members of the cult only Winslow had held himself back from climaxing. Instead, he held concentrated upon a chant, which was ancient before the pyramids arose from the dust that was to be Egypt.

The rite, which he performed, required the powerful energy released through sexual contact. He gathered the force of his followers' orgasms and sent that power forth into the darkness to summons and sustained a being of infinite evil. One of the members of his cult of thirteen had decided to leave, and Winslow could not allow such a defection to go unpunished. 

Using a blasphemous and dangerous ritual, Winslow called across the void, which lies between the spheres and brought forth into the world a demonic being of total evil. When the thing first manifested itself above the scene of the lustful rite, Winston Winslow sent it forth to hunt down the man who had broken his covenant with the coven, promising it the man's blood and life energy.

In his mind, Winslow saw the demon rending its prey into bloody pieces, and the thought of destroying his wayward follower caused Winston's prick to throb. With a roar Winslow came hard and long in the mouth of the woman. His cock slowly became limp, but the woman continued to pleasure him with her lips until his cock regained its vigor. 

Winslow knew with certainty that the creature, which he had summoned would carry out a form of vengeance that would ensure that none of his followers would ever break ranks with him. He would replace the defector with another person who would remain true to the coven and its master's will.

Little did Winslow imagine that the demon's mission would fail due to a simple culvert. Nor could he imagine the rage of the creature at being cheated out of its promised reward of life and blood. Filled with an unholy anger the demon rose from the culvert where its prey hid safely beyond its reach. The promise which had bound it had been broken, and it turned back toward the place where it had been called from the darkness between worlds. It flew through the oncoming storm causing the clouds to part and lightning to flash at its wings; however, the flames of the heavens were no match for the fire of hate, which the demon held at being cheated of its prey.

Filled with a wrath beyond description, the thing came and broke through the doors of the barn. The demon filled the barn with its darkness and the participants of the orgy shook in terror at the two hate filled eyes, which gazed down upon them. The entity moved slowly downward with an awful purpose.

Winston Winslow had forgotten the cardinal rule, which should never be broken when summonsing a creature of the shadows, "Never call forth that which ye cannot bind unto thy will." Winslow looked upon the demon and his mouth moved to utter the words to cast down the being; however, his vocal cords were frozen as surely as if a giant hand were clutching at his throat.

Then the demon broke through the protective boundaries of the pentacle and fell upon its helpless, naked victims. One by one the thing embraced Winslow's followers, draining them of life and blood, to leave only broken husks of flesh and bone.

By sheer chance only one person escaped from the barn. Somehow, Winslow managed to evade the clutches of the demon, and ran screaming into the night. Behind him Winston heard the fatal yells of his coven and the awful sounds of them being mangled beyond description. He was only halfway to the farmhouse when the sounds behind him died. He looked back to see the entity's glowing eyes staring out from the barn at him, and he knew that only moments remained until he too would feel the embrace of the demon.

On the limb of a great oak tree, which stood before the farmhouse, hung a noose that Winslow had assured his followers would await anyone who decided to quit the coven. Below the noose stood a wooden barrel and toward that barrel Winslow ran, drained of all hope, he sought only to elude the embrace of thing, which he had called up from the void. Filled with madness and despair he faced the entity that was beginning to move out of the barn doors.

"You won't have me, damn you!" He yelled at the demon. "I have called you forth from the darkness, and if I cannot put you down, I will bind you for all eternity. Foul demon, with my life's spirit I bind you to the place of that barn from this day forth. Yallanna ellwaith phug Challung!"

Uttering his final curse at the creature, Winslow jumped down from the barrel and kicked it aside. As his life was slowly choked from his body, the demon was caught and stopped at the entrance to the barn. Thus Winston Winslow died and the demon was bound in a cage it could not break. In frustration the creature retreated into the shadows, fusing its being with the fabric of the structure, which had become its prison and for a long while it lay dormant glutted from the life's energies it had devoured.

The police came, called by a horrified neighbor who had seen a body hanging from the tree in front of the house. They found the indescribable scene within the barn, where Winslow's followers lay mangled and bloodless. Their investigations made them believe that some sort of satanic ritual had taken place; however, they could never explain where all the blood had gone. The authorities thought there must have been a rival coven that came in and slaughtered Winslow and his people. 

The press got wind of the story and for a day and a half it was on the front page, but as those things do, it was quickly replaced by other stories to fade from memory. The matter may have been forgotten by the public at large, but for the local people the terrible events, which happen at the Winslow farmhouse, would never fade from their minds. As time passed the story only grew in its gruesomeness and the house and the area around it were called cursed. The place became shunned with not even the most foolhardy of school children daring to set foot upon the property.

As time passed the demon slumbered and grew weaker. At time it would awaken to upon the life energy of various small creatures, which sought refuge in the barn only to fall victims of the horror that dwelled there. With the passing of the years, the being became a thing of shadow without shape or substance.

Winslow's heirs tried to sell the propriety, but found that the reputation, which surrounded the place kept all local buyers away. They did manage to lease out the surrounding farm land, but it was only after seventeen years had passed that the Winslow place was bought by a family from West Virginia.

The year was 1964, a station wagon raced down the Sacramento Valley dirt road toward the turnoff to the Winslow place. Behind the wheel of the vehicle sat a seventy-something year old man, Amos Clayton, who has driven across the county with the four other passengers in the car. With Amos were his grandson Luke's wife Sarah, their son Luke Jr., their baby daughter Eve, and Sarah's sister Rachel.

Amos's eyes shone bright with the hope of a new life in this promise land. His grandson, Luke has been able to purchase prime farmland at a bargain price. 

For long years the Clayton clan had farmed their West Virginia land, but then a series of events caused them to look elsewhere for new horizons. The first of those events had been a terrible tragedy, which occurred when Amos's wife Rebecca, along with his son and daughter had driven into town to get groceries and were killed in a head-on collision with a drunken driver. The drunken driver had been a wealthy man and the lawsuit, which followed greatly, enriched the Clayton's. However Amos continued to be haunted by the memories of his departed kinfolk. He remembered them everywhere around the homestead, and as time went on his health declined. When a coal mining company discovered a vein of coal beneath the Clayton land and had offered a fair price for the land, Amos quickly agreed to the deal. He sent his grandson Luke to California to find some good farmland where the family could settle down to begin a new life.

Luke Clayton drove to California in the family truck and for two months he had searched for a home for his family. At last Luke came across the old Winslow place, which the heirs to the estate were more than willing to part with for a bargain price. While the land, around the house was leased until the fall, Luke had jumped at the deal to purchase the property, knowing that while it was still spring, come the fall all the land would soon become ready for the Clayton's. He rapidly sent word to his family to head west.

The station wagon churned up a cloud of dust behind it but slowed as the numbers on the mailboxes became closer and closer to the address, which Luke had said was their new home. Then they saw, at the right side of the roadway, an archway with the words Clayton Ranch boldly emblazoned upon it. The old man slowed the vehicle and turned up the drive toward the house and the nearby barn.

Sarah's heart beat faster at the desire to see her loving husband from which she had been separated for longer than at anytime during their married life, now she would see him and feel his loving arms wrapped around her. In the backseat sat her nineteen year old sister Rachel holding Sarah's four month old daughter Eve, and next to them sat Sarah's nine year old son. Everyone in the station wagon looked around at their new home with wide eyes and new found hope.

As the car neared the large oak tree, which stood in front of the house, two men came out of the house to greet them. It was obvious that the younger of the two was Luke, he stood tall and handsome, and his face glowed with joy at seeing his kinfolk arriving. The other man was short, stocky and obviously of Hispanic heritage. Although the shorter man was a total stranger, he was laughing and waving his straw hat wildly in greeting, as he was an old friend of the family's.

It was only seconds after Amos had stopped the car that the front passenger side door flew open and Sarah sprang from the vehicle to run into Luke's waiting arms, followed shortly by Luke jr. and the other occupants of the car. For the next few minutes the scene was chaos as everyone hugged and tried to talk at once.

"It is really great to see you all again," Luke said. "But I'm forgetting my manners. This here is my friend and helper Jose Ortiz. He has been working with me fixin' up the place so it is livable."

"Mucho gusto," the smaller man smiled. "I am so glad that Senor Luke hired me to work for him. He has told me so much about you I think maybe I know all of you already."

"Well, if Luke says you are a friend," Amos laughed. "Then you can consider yourself one of the clan. This place sure does look mighty nice!"

"It surely does," Sarah said her voice filled with admiration. "I can see you two have been paintin' and doing all sorts of work. Luke, honey this place is a wonder. I just know we are all goin' to be very, very happy here."

"Grandpa," Luke's voice trembled with enthusiasm. "Wait till you see the land hereabouts, it can grow anything. Right now the land is leased out, but in a few months that ends and we can start working our own land."


The Barn Ch. 01



"Boy, I've been drivin' through fields all day," Amos replied, "and my eyes haven't failed me yet. I can see this is prime growin' country. You did well boy, very well indeed."

"Well, everyone come inside and see the place. That moving van from back home arrived two days ago will all our stuff. Jose and I did our best to get it all put away proper. Let's grab your things and go see the house," said Luke. "Now we haven't had a lot of time fix things up, and Sarah and Rachel will have to give the place a woman's touch; but, I don't think things are too bad."

The inside the house was very pleasant, and it was evident that a lot of recent work had gone into making it homey. The downstairs was comprised of the kitchen, a pantry, a dining room, living room, a bedroom and a bathroom. Upstairs were five bedrooms, the largest of which was designated as Luke's and Sarah's room, but all the other rooms were spacious and comfortable. 

As Sarah looked around her new home, her mind was filled with ideas on how to improve things to make the place an even better home. She was filled with love for her husband who had obviously put so much work into fixing up the house. From somewhere Luke had managed to find a large ornate bed for their bedroom and a matching dresser. A lot of time and thought had gone into making that room special and Sarah felt like a special and much loved woman. The room was large and had more than enough for the baby's crib. The next room over, to the right, was all set up for a nursery where baby Eve could have her own space in due course. All and all Sarah had to admit that Luke had thought of almost everything to make a perfect home.

That night, after the baby was put to bed, Sarah had Luke all to herself. The period they had been separated had seemed like an eternity. Luke's rough hands softly caressed his wife's breasts setting fire to her dormant lusts, which had been held in check during the couple's separation. Now as Luke slowly freed her from clothes her desire for her husband raged wildly throughout her body. Her pussy moistened as she rubbed the hard bulge between Luke's legs and Luke's lips covered her mouth. His tongue reached out to dance with her tongue for a few moments, before he moved his head lower to suck in the nipple of her left breast. 

Sarah moaned as her husband devoured her, and she reached out to pull down the zipper to Luke's pants. Her fingers eagerly sought out his rock hard cock. She pulled it free and began to rapidly rub it. A moan escaped her lips as she felt the cock's power and pictured in her mind it plunging into her body.

Luke pulled back from her long enough to shed his clothes. He pulled her close and showered her with a hundred hungry kisses. Moving her backward, he lowered gently onto the bed. His lips traveled rapidly over her, beginning at her neck and descending downward to her breasts. After briefly pausing to suck on the woman's breasts, Luke's head moved further down her body, drawn by the irresistible power, which radiated from between his wife's legs.

"You are even more beautiful than I remembered," Luke panted between his kissing of her body. "I've thought of you every second of every day and night. I've wanted nothing more than to hold you and make love to you."

"Oh, Luke," Sarah gasped. "I've missed you more than I can say. You are the best lover that any woman could ever want. I want you toooo..." 

The rest of Sarah's words were cut off in her throat as Luke's fingers spread her legs wide and his mouth covered her flowing pussy. His tongue swirled into her opening, plunging in and out with lustful abandon, before licking her slit from her rear rosebud to her clitty. After several long, slow licks, Luke sucked her clit between his lips, while at the same time his tongue forcefully caressed that rigid bud.

Sarah began to moan, as her hips began to move of their own accord in response to her lover's attention. Luke suddenly abandoned her clit and moved his mouth to her opening where he eagerly drank in her flowing nectar. Again Luke began his assault upon his wife's clit, and Sarah raised her pussy upward to receive the full benefit from the lips, which were fervently consuming her. 

Luke's hands reached upward and massaged her aching breasts. Sarah could feel the force building up within her like a dam filled with too much water. Her moans became louder and louder as the lust within reached its peak and the dam broke in a powerful orgasm, which swept through all her body. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her small frame, as she cried aloud her joy at her husband's efforts.

"No more, Luke," Sarah managed to finally gasp. "That was perfect. It was wonderful, but now it is your turn."

She kissed the remnants of her sweet nectar from her husband's lips before pushing him flat on the bed. She softly bit his nipples before pecking her way down across his taunt stomach toward his rock hard cock. Her little bites continued up the shaft of his manhood until she opened her mouth wide and took him deep into her mouth. Her tongue darted around the head of his cock, which caused him to moan loudly. She then began to rapidly bob her head up and down his member. With each down stroke she made she took more and more of his hardness into her throat.

"Oh sugar," Luke groaned as his hands grasped her head, "it has been too long away from you. If you keep that up I'm going to blast right off."

"Well then," Sarah pulled her mouth from his cock and looked intensely into his eyes, "I just guess that you are going to have to blast away." 

She covered his cock again with her mouth and renewed her sucking with greater vigor. Luke's body tensed up and with a growl he filled her waiting mouth with his cum, shooting stream after stream down her throat. Only when Sarah was certain that she had drained the last of her man's cum from his pulsating organ did she raise her head to smile in triumph.

"Now wasn't that worth waitin' for?" She slyly asked as she moved up the bed to lie next to Luke.

"I'll say it was, but we aren't done by a long shot. We have the whole night ahead of us and we have a lot of lovin' to make up for tonight."

"Well, I am ready as soon as you are, big boy. I've wanted you for so long that it is going to take a lot of loving to put out my fires. In fact it can't be done in one night; it is going to take night after night for the rest of our days." Her hand reached down and grasped his flaccid cock and began trying to rub life back into it. Although he had just cum Luke's sex twitched with returning vigor in Sarah's hand. 

Luke's hands roamed freely over his wife's body. One moment covering her breasts, the next rubbing up and down her slit and the cheeks of her bottom, while his lips covered her mouth and his tongue played with her tongue. The couple were soon panting with desire and after several minutes of intense petting Luke's cock began to stiffen. 

Luke moved into position above Sarah's parted legs, as she reached up and drew his cock down toward her waiting sex. Ever so slowly he penetrated her pussy; however, although she was more than a little wet she was too tight for him to slide all the way in with one thrust. He moved his hips back and forth, each time going a little deeper into his wife. With each thrust, Sarah gave a little moan, and finally after the fifth hard thrust he buried himself all the way into his woman.

"Oh darling," Sarah softly cried out, as she thrust her hips up to meet Luke's downward strokes, "you hit all the right places. I've wanted this for sooo long!"

"Dearest, you are the best lover a man could ever want," Luke groaned as he began to drive himself into her with a steady rhythm of fast, hard strokes. Words were forgotten as the pair communicated with the most intimate of acts. It was as if the couple had never been parted, as they timed each others moves in a dance of lustful desire designed to ensure each other's mutual pleasure. 

Luke entered his wife to his fullest length before pulling him almost free from her clinging depths. Ever faster, Luke plunged himself deep within his wife as she shoved her hips upward to meet his every thrust. The two lovers moans became louder and louder as they approached the ultimate gratification. Sarah's orgasm ripped though her as her husband rode her, but no more than that climax had died down than another built up within her body. She wrapped her legs tightly around her man as her next orgasm pulsed through her body, and she was rewarded by feeling Luke tense up as he shot his seed deep into her womb.

Sated the couple lay connected to each other until Luke's erection withered and slid from his woman. The pair snuggled close, speaking soft words of love and devotion before they drifted off to exhausted sleep after their intense love making.

The energy of the two lovers filled the house and spilled outward. In the hayloft of the barn two red eyes suddenly opened as the entity felt the sexual power, which flowed from the main house. Behind those eyes was an evil intelligence, which began to plot and plan on a renewed existence.



The Barn Ch. 02



It was a mild spring that year, filled with alternating sunshine and rain. The countryside bloomed, and both Amos and Luke looked out with envy at the farmers plowing their fields. While they knew that in a short time the leased land, which was theirs, would soon revert to them, farming was in their blood and they wanted nothing more than to be out tilling and planting the soil. 

They tried to take their minds off of farming, by working around the house and the barn by working, on various projects. One of the first of those projects was construction of a henhouse at the side of the barn. Sarah said that she wanted some chickens to tend and wanted eggs, which were fresher than the store bought kind. Before they knew it Luke, Amos and Jose found themselves building a fully enclose chicken coop. The efforts of the three men soon saw the building and fenced yard completed and a dozen hens taking up residence.

Around the same time Jose began to fix up a room inside the barn as his living quarters. He had been living in the downstairs bedroom of the house, but he insisted that now that the family had arrived he would like his own space. Both Amos and Luke offered to help with the work, but Jose told them that he would rather do it on his own and surprise everyone when it was done. 

"It will be a little bit of Mexico," Jose told the family. "I can finally have a place of my own, if you don't mind."

"Well, Jose you know you are welcome to stay in the house," Luke told him, "but if that is how you want it, then it is fine with me."

"The house will always be open to you," Sarah added, "don't you dare bother with knocking. You can consider this house yours to come or go as you please, we consider you one of the family."

"Mucho gracias Senora Clayton," the man replied, "that means a lot to me. I have never had a really family before, my parents died when I was a baby, and I was raised by people that felt I was a burden. I made my way up North when I was very young, working wherever I could. Senor Luke has been more of a friend to me than just someone who pays me for my work, and I consider him to be my friend. I would be honored to have you wonderful people as my new family."

"Then it is settled," Amos spoke out, "you can consider yourself to be one of the kinfolk. I am a sure judge of character and as sure as the sun rises, you are a good man. We will be here for you, as I am sure you will be here for us if we ever need you." 

"I had better get back to fixing up my room," Jose said with his voice filled with emotion, "you people can always count on Jose."

Jose worked hard on fixing up his apartment, and in addition he added a small lavatory insede the barn just behind his room, so that anyone working in the barn could make use of the facilities without having to run up to the main house. When he finally showed them his apartment they were amazed at Jose's tasteful decoration of the room. He had several sombreros, two tapestries, and a guitar hanging on his walls. Jose had been right; it did look like a bit of Mexico. Everyone was in agreement that Jose's work was first rate.

A week before Jose finished the work on his room Sarah began to notice that some of the hens were missing from the coop. The area was carefully inspected for any means by which the chicken could have escaped, but as Sarah pointed out, the hens did not have anywhere to run off to and that they should have returned for their feeding in any event. They finally decided that some animal was taking their birds.

"Here Jose take this," Amos said, giving the man a shotgun. "When you move into your room you can be the official guard."

"Senor," Jose answered, "I don't know much about guns."

"Don't worry, son," Amos replied, "I'll teach you everything you need to know about handling this thing safely. I bet that with you livin' out there will be enough to scare off any varmint. Besides if you blast this here scatter gun off once or twice, any critter will turn tail and won't becoming back."

"Ok, I'll do it to protect my family's chickens."

The nearest town was Potterville, which was a typical rural town with little more than a store, gas station, and a couple of churches. The store was a combination grocery, seed, feed, and hardware store, which was designed for the needs of the local farmers. The biggest city near the house was Sacramento, which was almost 100 miles away. While the family visited both Potterville and Sacramento, they did most of their business in their local town. 

The Clayton's also joined one of the local churches and they found themselves gladly welcomed into the congregation. The church was similar to the one they had belonged to in West Virginia. Each Sunday the family, with the exception of Jose, who was Catholic, would faithfully go to services and afterward would return home where Sarah and Rachel would fix a large dinner.

Rachel enrolled for the summer semester in the junior college in Beaverton, which was around twenty-five miles beyond Potterville. She would leave in the family car early in the morning and would return late in the afternoon. Rachel had the complete support of all the family, all of whom looked forward to her being the first in the clan to earn a college degree. 

When Sarah was not busy around the house, she was involved with church work. While she rapidly made friends, she was often asked if living in the terrible house didn't frighten her. In that manner she first found out about the events, which had taken place at the Winslow farm so many years ago. When she learned the history of her home, she became angry that Luke had neglected to tell her anything about it.

"Well," Luke said when Sarah confronted him about the farm's reputation, "I never thought it was all that important. It is just a bunch of wild ghost stories about something that happened long ago. Some people did get murdered here, but we have had murders and feuds back home. This here is our new home and we got it a bargain price. If we had to pay what this lands is really worth we couldn't have afforded it. If a few ghost stories helped us buy this place, then so much the better."

"And you didn't think I might want to know about these murders?" Sarah challenged him. "I live here too, and I think it is important to know about all of this."

"I'm sorry," Luke apologized. "I really didn't think it was important. If I thought for an instant that it was, I would have said something. Heck, I haven't even told grandpa."

"Well, we had better get everything out in the open, Luke. I don't want grandpa, Rachel and Luke Jr. to find out about all this from other people."

"Okay," Luke agreed, "we will gather everyone together tonight and tell them the whole thing."

"Well, you had better do it in a way that won't get everyone afraid."

"Trust me, honey we'll get things settled nice and proper without any problems at all."

"I hope so, Luke. I really hope so for everyone's sake."

That evening the family, including Jose, gathered in the living room for a special family meeting. After the family was led in prayer by Amos, Luke stood up and addressed the family. He knew that he had to be careful in the manner in which he addressed his subject.

"Well, Sarah and I wanted you all here to hear something from us, before you hear it from someone else. Around thirty years ago something not very nice happen at this place that got all the countryside in an uproar, which is still going on today; seems, that there were some killings here. The word is that the people who lived here were involved in black magic or some such nonsense. Anyhow, the law figured out that some other folks had a struggle with them and everyone was killed. 

"I never gave those stories any mind. Heck, the hills back home are filled with ghost stories. There ain't no spooks around here, but that is what some folk believe. I wanted you to hear this from me and not from outsiders. Take my word for it there ain't nothing that is wrong with this place."

"Wow," Rachel exclaimed, "we live in a witch house where people were really killed! That's great! I can't wait to tell my friends at college."

"Senor Luke," said Jose, "I knew about all these things before I came to work for you. Back home in Mexico, my land is filled with many ghost stories, but those are like the wind, little poofs of air. I do not fear little poofs of wind."

"I don't believe in ghosts either," Luke Jr. said. "This is a nice place and doesn't bother me any what people say."

"Boy," Amos said to Luke, "this ain't something we can let slide. While I'm all with Jose and Luke Jr. on not believing in ghosts, but I know people, and if we are going to put down roots and live here we have to do something to lay to rest this wild talk. Folk hand their stories down from generation to generation, and more times than not those stories get wilder as time passes.

"I think it would be right and proper to have the pastor come out here and give this place a blessing. That way folks will know that past is buried and all the ghost stories will die down."

"Si, Senor Amos," Jose spoke out, "and I could ask Father Wilson to do the same."

"That's not a bad idea, Jose," Amos answered. "While I don't usually hold with the Church of Rome, it will be good if folks knew that the place is getting a lot of blessing put on it."

"Well, I didn't quite expect all this," Sarah sighed. "I was more afraid you'd be afraid of ghosts or something. Still and all, if getting the placed blessed will cut down on the wild talk of the girls at church it will be well worth it."

"Well then," Luke spoke out, "it is settled. We'll get the pastor and the Padre to do a blessing, but if the talk don't die down, don't give it a never mind. We know this place is our home now and there ain't spooks running around haunting things."

"Yeah," Rachel said, "that's too bad. I wouldn't mind a ghost or two to keep things interesting; however, having an exorcism right here at our place is really good."

"Rachel," Sarah rebuked her sister, "I'm surprised at you. We don't hold with no spirits other than the Holy Ghost of the Lord, and we ain't having no exorcism, we are having a blessing." 

"I was just kidding," Rachel smiled. 

"Okay," Luke interrupted, "that's that. Let's get things moving."

Within a week both Bob Pastor Howard and Father Wilson had agreed to perform a blessing of the land. One Saturday, Father Wilson arrived and blessed the house and the land. The next Sunday after church Pastor Howard and his wife arrived and another blessing was done, after which everyone sat down to a big dinner.

"I have heard all these rumors about your place since Ellen and I moved here," The pastor told the family as they sat in the living room after dinner. "I think a blessing here was needed. You are good people, strong in your faith, and if we can do a bit to set things right, then we are doing the Lord's work."

"Well, Pastor Bob we give you great thanks and praise to the Lord for your work, "Amos spoke out. "We don't hold with those rumors and believe only in the power of our Savior."

"Amen, brother Amos," The Pastor replied, "well spoken. We wish you only the best and may these tall tales die away into the past, where they deserve to be"

The tall tales did die down as people heard about the blessings that had taken place at the old Winslow farm. It was as if all the ghosts of the past were laid to rest. The members of the Clayton's church looked upon the family with new respect; in addition, the family joined the local grange without a word ever being said about the strange history, which surrounded the Clayton land. It was as if by the simple acts of the blessings all previous things were buried and forgotten.

In the fall the leased land reverted to the Claytons and Luke and Amos. Using some of their reserve funds they brought a couple of rebuilt tractors and equipment to begin getting things ready to plant a fall crop. All the while Sarah was busy around the house and with her church work. Rachel enrolled in the fall semester at the Jr. College and was engrossed in her studies, while Luke Jr. began school and began making friends. All and all, the fall seemed to hold great promise for the family. Things seemed even brighter because, since Jose had moved into his apartment in the barn, none of the hens had gone missing.

It was nearing the end of October when Rachel began to beg the family to let her have a Halloween party in the barn. She wanted to invite twelve of her girlfriends, no boys included, to a special party to poke fun at the evil that once had been associated with the place. With some reservations everyone finally agreed to the party, with firm the firm provision that no drinking would be allowed.

"Oh," Rachel exclaimed after had Amos laid out the rules for the party, "I don't hang out with drinkers. My friends are good God fearing girls."

"In that case," Amos told her, "have a good party and don't let the boogieman get you."

"Grandpa Amos," the girl said as she threw her arms around his neck, "you are the very most of all time!"

The week before the party the family jumped in to help Rachel decorate the barn. They climbed up ladders and strung black and orange streamers from ones side of the barn to the other, which were followed by colorful balloons. Two tables where set up in the center of the barn to hold refreshments. Upon the tables were set a series of black and orange candles, which were to be lit when the electric lights were put out for the telling of ghost stories. In addition, a record player was hooked up to one of the barns electric outlets to supply music for the event. 

"Now don't go blasting the music until midnight and keep Jose up," Sarah cautioned her sister. "You don't want him missing out on sleep because of your party."

"No, no," Jose called down from the ladder where he was busy hanging up balloons, "Senora Clayton, it is no problem. Let the girls have their fun, they will not disturb me. When I decide to sleep nothing can wake me."

"Well, no matter Jose," Rachel smiled as she handed up to him more balloons, "we will keep down the noise, and if you find it is too loud, you just tell us, and we will turn it down."

Rachel gave out her invitations and was filled with enthusiasm when everyone replied that they would come to the party. Her friends thought there was something spooky and exciting about attending a Halloween party in a place where people had been horribly murdered, and more than one young man at the college said that he would like to attend. However, Rachel made it clear that this was to be a girls only happening, but held out the hope that other parties would take place where both girls and boys would be welcome, provided suitable chaperones could be found.

The day of the party finally arrived, the party started at seven o'clock and was scheduled to end a little after the witching hour of midnight. Sarah made one last visit to the barn to ensure that the tables were well supplied with snacks enough for all the girls, before leaving them alone to have their fun. For the first couple of hours music blared and the girls talked about their boyfriends and their hopes for the future. Once that was done the lighting was dimmed, except for the candles, and the girls began to tell ghost stories. Each girl seemed to want to outdo the previous storyteller with a tale filled with horror and gruesomeness. 

Almost all the stories the girls told involved covens and the evil practices of witches, which seemed somehow appropriate given the past history of the farm. As the midnight hour approached one of the girls suggest that the group perform a witch ritual. At first the rest of the girls rejected the idea as being too silly, but as time passed more and more members of the group began admit that holding a witch ritual on Halloween in place, which once was they home to an actual coven would be exciting. In the end, it was only Rachel would expressed strong opposition to the idea. The rest of the girls pleaded with her saying that Halloween was the prefect time to conjure up spirits and after all, the whole thing would only be make-believe. 

"I don't know," Rachel said, "my folk don't hold with any dark arts."

"We aren't doing dark arts," Kimberly, one of her friends assured her, "all that stuff is superstition. What would be more thrilling than doing something forbidden in a spot where superstitious people did their stupid rites and died so mysteriously?"

"That's right Rach," Loretta, another one of her friends added. "It's not as if we were serious about this. I mean we are 13 girls gathered in the darkness of this barn. Thirteen is the number of a coven. It is just too spooky to pass up. Come on Rach, it will be fun, and none of your family have to know."

"Come on," several of the girls said at once, "don't be a spoil sport."

"Oh, alright," Rachel finally conceded, "but not a word gets back to my family—is everyone agreed?"

Without exception everyone agreed to Rachel's conditions, and Rachel ran back to the main house to check on the whereabouts of the family. Only when she was assured that her family was asleep did she return to the barn. 

"To do this right," Cindy, another one of Rachel's friend said, "we have to do this skyclad." 

"What is that?" Rachel asked.

"We all have to take off all our cloths" Cindy replied, "It's something that a coven does when conjuring up the spirits. Oh, come on, this will so exciting, if we are going to do it right, let's do it right. I mean it is not as if we don't have an idea what we look like."

With everyone in agreement, Rachel couldn't for long resist the pressure of her peers and soon the barn was filled with young women shedding their clothes. Soon everyone gathered naked in the candlelight in the middle of the barn. 

"Who knows what to say?" asked Rachel's friend Linda, "This is so sexy and evil!"

"I know," replied Cindy, "I've read enough about this sort of stuff that I know it by heart."

"Okay Cindy, you go ahead and lead us," Linda said. "This is the best Halloween party ever."

"Well, okay," Cindy answered, "everyone gather in a circle around me. All of us should be touching in someway. We will conjure up the sprits that are loosed upon this night.

"I call upon the unseen forces of the night to come forth and make yourselves manifest. Come to us from the dark realms. We, your coven await your arrival. Come from the darkness and give us a sign. We stand here in this place as naked as brides before the groom awaiting your coming." 

Deep in the soul of every naked girl, which stood in the center of the barn, was felt a chill as Cindy called out her chant to the void. Each young woman felt a thrill pass through her as they sensed some outside force looking upon their naked bodies. The candles flickered as if moved by some unfelt breeze. 

"Oh, this is getting too spooky," one of the girls said as she saw the movement of the candles' flames. "I think it is time to stop."

"The spirits are here," Cindy said trying her best to make her voice sound mysterious, "they are all around us. Don't be surprised if you feel them touch you."

"Oh, did one of you touch me?" Linda gasped. "It felt like someone touched my bottom."

"No one is close enough to touch you," Cindy replied. "It was one of the spirits. They are here and they want us to be their brides."

"This is so erotic," another girl said, "standing here naked. I wish my boyfriend was here."

"I'm beginning to feel so evil waiting for the spirits to make me their bride," Rachel spoke out. "I think this has gone far enough. This isn't right."

"Doesn't all this make you excited?" Cindy asked her friend. "You can't tell me you don't feel turned on by standing naked calling up the forces of this All Hallows Night? Just think there are unseen hands reaching out to clasp us and to claim our prized processions."




The Barn Ch. 02



"Cindy that is just wicked," Rachel replied even as she felt her nipples harden and a strong desire began to flood her abdomen. From the corner of her eye, Rachel saw Jill and Gale standing in the dimness almost beyond the light of the candles. She was shocked as she saw her two friends embrace in a passionate kiss. Jill's hands eagerly sought out Gale's small breasts as the two young women's tongues danced together. "That's enough! This is getting out of control. Let's stop this before it goes any further."

However, a strange force was filling the minds and bodies of the girls. It was as if wave after wave of canal lust was washing over the group, setting them on fire with unfamiliar desires. Rachel felt someone standing behind her cover her breast, while that person's hot lips rained kisses all along the back of her neck. For an instance, Rachel tried to break free of the other girls hold upon her, but her resistance was shattered as she noticed all around her girls were engaged in similar acts. Cindy stepped close to her and kissed her fully upon the lips. Dimly Rachel knew that something was radically wrong, and she should run out of the barn before she lost her very soul; however, the touches of the other two women filled her body with unexpected longing.  

Cindy's mouth moved down to cover first one breast and then the other with moist, sucking kisses, even as the fingers of the other girl parted the secret fold's of Rachel's flowing pussy. A lascivious madness seemed to take procession of the young women, which banished all common sense and drove them to sate their raging desires. One after another girls began to lie upon the floor of the barn embracing their partners with wild abandon. Soon all restrain gave way and not only were lips covering lips but pussies were rubbing against pussies, while some girls' tongues wildly lapped and penetrated their companions' most sensitive regions. The barn became filled with soft moans as the women experienced the forbidden ecstasy of lesbian sex. Suddenly the girls found themselves talking in terms, which normally would never had passed their lips.

"This is good, but I need a man," groaned Loretta. "Can't we find someone? I really need to be fucked."

"So do I," another one of the girls gasped reveling with torrid emotion, "I need a hard cock. Can't we go find someone? Anyone have a boyfriend that lives near that we get?" 

Once the idea of getting a man was brought up, each girl expressed a desire for heterosexual intercourse. The girls rapidly made suggestions about going out and picking up some men, but everyone they ended up agreeing that given the late hour it would be impossible. They also were reluctant to break away from the strange pleasures they were receiving.

"Wait," Rachel exclaimed, "there's Jose! He is right here in the barn."

"But do you think he'd come here?" one of the women asked.

"Are you kidding?" Cindy replied, "What man would pass the opportunity to fuck thirteen young, beautiful women?"

"Come on," Rachel said to her friends, her eyes glazed with lust, "let's get him in here."

The excited women raced around to the door of Jose's apartment. After a few moments of pounding on his door, a sleepy looking Jose appeared dressed in a long robe. His eyes went wide as he saw the group of naked women gathered before him. Disregarding his protests he was pulled from his room and led back into the main barn.

"No, no," Jose complained, "this is not right. Senorita Rachel we are like family. Please, l cannot, I must not be here. Let us all forget that this is happening. In the morning we will all feel much better. I think maybe you are unwell."

Jose's protests for an instant caused the young women to pause and they almost felt ashamed at what they had done; however, it was as if some intoxicating force was at work, over powering them and lowering their inhibitions to release their most wild sexual urges. Rachel and a few others the others managed for a moment to back away from the weird scene, but as they watched the other girls pull Jose's robe away to reveal his naked body, they moved forward to get a better view of the man's rigid organ. For all Jose's protests his manhood stood at full attention at the sight of all the naked females, which surrounded him. While Jose was not the largest of men, he was amply hung, and his cock was soon grabbed by one girl and then another.

"Oh, we feel fine," one of the girls purred, "and in a little bit we are going to feel a lot better."

Jose's eyes closed and his head rolled from side to side as the hands of the girls moved all over his body. He knew he should break away and run from the barn, but the sensations, which flooded through him made his legs weak. His will to escape weakened and then vanished as he felt hot kisses cover his nude form. Soon he was returning kiss for kiss and his tongue played with the waiting tongues of the girls. He gasped with delight as he felt one of the girls mouth engulf his standing cock.

"Okay," Jose groaned, "but no one says anything about what happens here tonight. Each of you must promise me this thing." Almost with one voice the young women agreed. Rachel thought that Jose's voice sounded strange, somehow deeper, stronger and more compelling; however, she soon found herself kneeling before the man, taking his sex as deep into her mouth as she could manage.

After each of the girls had orally taken Jose, they led him to where a pile of decorative hay lay scattered and covered by pumpkins. Quickly the pumpkins were removed and one of the girls lay down on the hay to spread her legs wide for all to see.

"How about a roll in the hay, Jose?" the girl laughed. "I can see you are up to it."

Soon Jose lay down beside her and his rough hands passionately seized her breasts. His mouth sucked long and hard upon the girl's nipples, before he moved one of his hands moved down to her flowing pussy. At first his hand only rubbed over her hairy pussy, before he parted her cleft to allow his fingers to massage the panting girl's clit.

"Come on, Jose," Loretta urged the man, "we want to see you fuck her." Soon the other girls were joining in a chant for Jose to mount the willing woman.

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" the girls called out in unison. Whatever restraint Jose had felt at first totally vanished, and he moved his body into position between the girl's legs. Rachel reached out her hand and grasped Jose's cock to guide him toward the waiting woman's entrance. Some of the other girls pushed down on Jose's bottom sending him forward into the body of the waiting female beneath him. With fast, hard strokes the man fucked the woman as the other girls grasped his hips helping him to rise and plunge downward.

"That's right," Rachel said her voice filled with lust, "fuck her good, but don't use yourself up, you have the rest of us to satisfy."

Within a few minutes the girl being fucked began to cry out as she felt the irresistible force of her impending orgasm build up within her body. Moments later her body went wild as wave after wave of pleasure flowed over her. As the girl's form began to relax from cumming, the other girls pulled Jose from her embrace. Jose was rolled over onto his back, his cock still hard and glistening with the young woman's juices.

"It is my party, so I am next," exclaimed Rachel as she positioned herself above Jose's wet lance. Soft hands reached out to ensure that Jose's cock aligned itself perfectly with Rachel's most willing pussy. With a sigh, Rachel lowered herself down upon the man's shaft, feeling him enter her inch by inch until her pussy fully encased his manhood deep within her sex. She rocked herself back and forth for a minute before the hands around her began to lift her up and down upon the hard cock that was filling her.

While she had two previous lovers back in West Virginia, neither of them had ever brought her to a climax. Now, as she pumped up and down on Jose, she began to feel herself beginning to climb to new heights. She tossed her head from one side to the other as she felt the hands of her friends' grasp her breasts with gentle caresses. She moaned as those hands began to pull firmly upon her nipples, while other hands sought out the area where she and Jose were coupled. 

When someone's finger softly slipped into her bottom hole, Rachel went wild with the first orgasm of her life. The force of her cumming tore through her body, radiating through her tits, filling her belly until it consumed her entire being. She cried out, not caring how loud her voice was or who could hear. At the same time Jose yelled that he was cumming, and his cum flowed like a wild torrent from his balls through his steel cock to fill her pussy with his seed until it leaked down from her hole to cover his balls.

Rachel was not allowed long to enjoy the afterglow of her first orgasm as the other girls lifted her free of Jose. Moaning mouths quickly covered Jose's manhood, drinking deep of the nectar they found there. Rachel collapsed upon the hay, while other mouths sought out her pussy to lap up the freely flowing fluids, which gushed from her well fucked orifice. 

Jose lay silent enjoying the administrations of wild women who were tending to him. In the past, Jose had only been able to perform the sexual act once or twice a night; however, this night he suddenly felt renew vigor filling him. Much to his surprise, his cock rapidly was regaining its former power as mouth after mouth devoured his sex. With almost superhuman strength, Jose found himself fucking woman after woman during the night. One after another he would take them in all manner of positions. Some would wiggle beneath him as he had them doggie style, while others would lie under him as he pumped them full of his cum. No matter how many times Jose climaxed he was able to regain his sexual vigor. 

That night Jose managed to fuck each girl, two of whom were virgins, and he was able to perform the act with several, including Rachel, a second time. It was around four in the morning that the party began to breakup, as each of the girl's fantasies were fulfilled and fatigue began to began to get the better of lust. One by one the girls dressed and began to leave. Everyone agreed that it was the best Halloween party they had ever attended, while Jose managed to rise out of the hay to find his robe and to wobble back to his apartment.

As the morning dawned everyone slept soundly in their beds. Even as they slept the memory of the orgasmic night faded rapidly from each person's mind. By the middle of the day everyone had somehow forgotten the lust filled deeds that had taken place on that strange Halloween night. 

In the shadows of the barn, two red eyes looked out with renewed life. The owner of those eyes felt power returning to its being. The entity, which had so long been dormant felt itself come to life and looked forward to increasing its power in the days that lay ahead.



The Barn Ch. 03



The events of the Halloween party were forgotten by everyone and the fall progressed into winter, with Luke and Amos busy tending to the winter crop. Christmas came and went without any further incidents occurring in the barn, but the awareness of the entity was growing; strengthen as it had been, from the force of the carnal acts, which had taken place at the party. With inhuman cunning, the thing slowly began to devise a plan to regain its former power. Its mind discerned that two significant obstacles stood in its way. One was that while its consciousness had returned, it was still a thing of the shadows without shape or form. The other obstacle was that even if it was able to take on a physical state it was still bound by Winston Winslow's dying curse, to the confines of the barn. As the seasons began to slowly change, the entity's plan to overcome those obstacles solidified, and in its plot, the Claytons played a significant role.

First it must manifest itself in a form, which would allow it to gain further strength and power so that it might break the binding spell that held it within its prison. While it had gain vigor from the sexual acts it had provoked, it needed blood and flesh to take on physical being. The chickens it had devoured months before had barely sustained the creature; however, to take on actual shape it would need more, it would need to fully consume something much more fulfilling. 

Early in the spring the chickens again began to disappear. Jose swore that he checked on them every night and that he had heard nothing, although he admitted that he was a heavy sleeper. 

"I guess that I no good a guard," Jose sadly admitted, "but I will try and do better. I have Senor Amos's gun, and he has taught me how to use it. I will catch the beast that it taking our chickens. Your Jose promises you this thing."

"Now, Jose," Luke reassured the man, "don't you go blaming yourself too much. Some critters are mighty crafty when it comes to chicken stealing. I've got a hunch that what we are dealing with here are weasels. Those darn things are sneaky and hard to catch."

"Well senior, don't you worry. I will do better, and I will make sure that no more chickens disappear. You had better to tell Senora Clayton to be ready to make up a weasel fur coat, because Jose will soon be bringing her some skins."

"Good for you, Jose," replied Luke with a laugh, "that's the talk, but don't be hard on yourself if it doesn't pan out. We may have to set some traps."

"Si, Senor Clayton, but I think I will do better than any trap. You can count on Jose." Jose began to stay up at nights to watch the chicken coop and for three days it seemed as if his efforts were working, as not one chicken was taken during that time. On the forth night the Clayton family was awakened by the loud sound of shotgun blast. 

"My God," Sarah gasped as she sat up in bed and turned on the light, "what was that?"

"I reckon Jose took a shot at those weasels," replied Luke getting out of bed. "You stay here, while I have a look see."

Luke quickly put on his robe and made his way downstairs where he met Rachel, Luke Jr. and Amos. They were all making their way out of the door toward the barn. Luke signaled for the younger Claytons not to go any further.

"Hold on, Rachel and Luke, Grandpa and I will go out and see what is happening you two get back in bed."

"That's right, you git back in bed. It ain't nothing but Jose gitting after them critters that have been gitting our chickens," Amos agreed with his grandson. "All of us don't need to be running around in the dark."

"I didn't want Rachel and Luke out here with Jose shooting," said Luke to his grandfather as the two hurried toward the chicken coop at the side of the barn. "Jose might be a little jumpy and the less of us out here the better."

"Good thinkin' Luke," replied Amos. "I taught Jose good on how to use that gun and gittin a good target before shooting; however, you never know what a feller will do when he gits excited. Don't worry none because I've got a flashlight and he'll see it and know we are coming."

They made their way to the side of the barn and found the door to Jose's apartment wide open with the light from inside pouring out into the night. As they came to the chicken coop they found the gate firmly shut but not a chicken was in the coop. Other than the chickens were missing there was no sign that anything unusual had taken place. There was no blood; no feathers other than the ones that a person would expect to see in a chicken coop, but the chickens were mysteriously gone. 

"Jose, where are you boy?" Amos yelled into the darkness of the night; however there was no answer to his cry. 

"He's got to be around here somewhere, Grandpa. Jose! Where are you, what's happening?" called out Luke.

The two men searched the area around the chicken coop without finding any sign of Jose. They went back to Jose's apartment and entered it through the opened door but found the place empty. Their concern for the missing man grew greater as they continued their search for their friend. Finally they entered the barn, where they found Amos's shotgun lying in the dirt. 

"Yup, it has been fired," said Amos holding the barrel up to his nose. "Son, this ain't right. Something spooked Jose and he fired off this gun and dropped it to run away. I got a hunch that the chicken snatchers ain't the four legged kind but run around on two legs."

"You mean Jose came across some folks stealing our chickens, shot at them and ran off? Well, if he had the gun, why did he feel he had to run?"

"I don't know boy," replied Amos, "but maybe he knew those folks and couldn't shoot them. Don't git me wrong, I don't mean to say that Jose was in cahoots with them, but maybe he knew them and couldn't do them no wrong."

"Jose would never back anyone over our family, Grandpa. You know that and so do I."

"You're right," Amos conceded, "but just think, if it were some of your own people you caught doing something wrong, what would you do? I think that Jose shot off this here gun and then found out that the chicken thieves were people that he knew. He probably had some strong bonds with them and couldn't turn them in at the same time he knew he couldn't come back to us and tell us he let them go."

"Well, Grandpa you are entitled to your own opinion, but I just don't think Jose would do such a thing."

"Okay, then what do you think happened?"

"I don't have a clue, but I'm sure Jose will explain everything when he shows back up here."

However, Jose did not show up the next day or in the days that followed, and as June approached, even Luke had to admit that Jose was not coming back home. Everyone in the household was upset by Jose's vanishing, but for the most part everyone saw logic in Amos's explanation about what probably happened on that fateful night. Only Luke was dissatisfied with his grandfather's story. Deep inside Luke a dark premonition of dread was beginning to grow. To his mind it seemed as if there was something far more sinister involved than Amos's theory took into account.

They did not report the matter to the sheriff both out of fear of getting Jose into possible trouble with the law and because they did not to restart the stories about their home. Jose had run off leaving behind all his processions. Luke carefully closed up Jose's apartment and locked the door being careful not to disturb any of the man's belongings. 

Luke secretly hoped that one day Jose would get over whatever had happened that fateful night. Even if Jose never returned, Luke was determined to keep the man's possessions incase he might one day send for his things.

It was a busy spring with Luke and Amos being gone for long hours working their land. Rachel was away most of the week attending college and during the weekends she was either busy studying or going out with her friends. Luke Jr. was doing well in school and was often invited to other children's homes to play. He also spent a lot of his time playing and exploring the land around the house; however, since Jose had vanished he became fearful about going into the barn alone.

Sarah had made many friends at her church and was often away helping plan for a special start of summer church party, but often times it would just be her and the baby in the house. She was also kept busy with household chores such as taking care of little Eve, and preparing meals. At those times a strange loneliness would flood over her and she would sigh as she remembered the hills of her former home where many of her kin still lived. Although she felt that she had been blessed to have such a wonderful husband, home, and family, she found herself wishing for a life with more excitement and glamour. She would often laugh at her ideas telling herself that just because she had moved to California was no reason for her to take on Hollywood notions.

At the start of May, Sarah began working on a small garden, which she started next to the house. Although Luke offered to help her, she insisted that the garden was her very own project and that everyone would be beholding to her when they ate the fresh vegetables she grew. Around the boarder of the garden she planted flowers before planting a wide variety of vegetables in neat rows. She put in carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, green beans, and onions, all of which she tended with loving care; however, even as she worked the restless longing for adventure and excitement was growing within her soul.

As the spring progressed the little garden began to sprout, while at the same time, her efforts to organize a summer party for the church were becoming solidified. The party would take place at the Clayton farm. Tables would be set up both inside and outside the barn to allow people the option of sitting in the sun or the shade. Food would be served from a portable kitchen, which would be set up inside the barn. There was to be plenty of soft drinks for everyone and a special committee was appointed to devise games for children and other games for adults.

"We're going to have the party the first day of summer," Sarah told the family one night as they sat around the dinner table. "There's going to be fun for everyone and all of the ladies are going to bring food. The pastor and his wife are going to supply soft drinks. We still have to line up some ice and some coolers but everything is coming together real nice."

"That's mighty good," smiled Amos. "I'm sure everyone will have a great time. We'll make sure that our work is all taken care of a head of time so Luke and I can take the day off and enjoy the party."

"I have someone special for all of you all you to meet," Rachel blushed suddenly looking down at her lap. "I want to bring him over to dinner one of these days."

"Rachel's got a boyfriend, Rachel's got a boyfriend," Luke Jr. yelled out with glee. "Kissy face, kissy face, Rachel is a kissy face!"

"Now, Luke Jr. you stop that this minute," Sarah scolded her son. "If your Aunt Rachel has a boyfriend it is her business and never no mind to you. Rachel, honey you just go ahead and tell us about this friend of yours and don't listen to this fool boy of mine."

"He's just the greatest! He goes to the college and will be moving on to the state college in the fall. He has asked me out with him a couple of times, and I think it is time for you people to meet him."

"Yep," agreed Amos who sat at the head of the table, "I think it is high time we sized up this feller you're so set on. You bring him around to Sunday dinner next week and we'll git to know him. Do we know any of his kinfolk?"

"I don't know. His name is Mark Fuller and his family has a farm the other side of Potterville."

"He must be Hank Fuller's boy. We know Hank from the grange, while his people don't go to our church their good God fearing folks."

"Well girl, you bring the boy around so we can meet him," Amos nodded his approval. "I've been wondering when you were going to hook up with a beau."

"Oh, Grandpa," Sarah said in a shocked voice, "that's a horrible thing to say."

"No it ain't! Girls are meant to have boys and boys are meant to have girls. That is in the Good Book. The thing we have to make sure of is that everything is done right and proper."

"And that is just what is happening," replied Sarah.

"I reckon that is right. Don't go gittin' in a dander. It is just that I worry about all my family and only want what is right for all of them."

"I know that Grandpa," Rachel said. "That's why we love you so much."

"Well, yes and I love all of you," clearly Amos was embarrassed by the sudden expression of affection. "Now where is that dessert you've been making all day, Sarah?"

The middle of the following week, when the rest of the family was gone and the baby was taking a nap Sarah went out and began to work in her garden. She busied herself pulling weeds, before deciding that part of the garden needed further hoeing. She looked around in vain for the hoe she kept sitting next to the house.

"Those men," she exclaimed as she made her way to the barn where other tools were stored, "always carrying stuff off and never bringing it back to where it belongs"

Stepping from the bright sunlight into the shade within the barn caused Sarah to stop until her eyes became adjusted to the lesser light. She quickly made her way to where shovels, rakes, and hoes were kept lined up against on the walls of the barn. A sudden noise caused her to quickly turn to see a hint of movement from within the deeper shadows further in the barn.

"Who's there?" she gasped. "My men folk are right outside. You had better show yourself and explain what you are doing in our barn."

"Please, don't be afraid," answered a deep, rich voice. "I'm just a poor traveler. I have to admit I spent last night in here, and I'm ashamed to say that I was so tired that I have just woken up. I'm not here to take anything and I don't believe in violence of any kind."

As the man stepped from the shadows, Sarah felt her heart leap as she saw before her the most handsome man she had ever seen in real life. He stood over six feet tall, his hair was so blond that it was almost white, while his clean cut features were accentuated by his two deep compelling blue eyes. The man was dressed in work boots, blue jeans, and a red shirt, which was unbuttoned to expose his chest. 

"Who ever you are," Sarah scolded the man, "you don't belong here. You get out of here before my men folk catch you and do something we'll all regret."

"My dear lady, I don't want any trouble. I have traveled far in this world and seen many things. I have never stolen and I have always worked for my keep. Perhaps, I can work off my debt to you for allowing me to sleep in this barn."

"I didn't know you were out here, so I didn't allow you that. What you can do is head out that barn door and keep on walking."

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, and I'm sorry for having scared you, which I have obviously done. Yes, I will go and move on to see more of this world. My life has been one of excitement and adventure, but I was hoping to pause for a moment. I have seen many beautiful things across the face of the world, but I never had expected to see the most beautiful woman in the world right here in this barn."

"That's enough of that kind of talk," Sarah sternly said even though she felt a glow within herself from the man's compliment. "You just get on your way."

"Indeed, I'll go as you order. Before I go, may I trouble you for a glass of water? The road is long and dusty. If you insist I'll go now, but if you will get the water, I'll stand here and not move a muscle."

"Well, you had best not be making any moves. I've never turned the hungry or thirsty away, but you have to promise to behave yourself."

"My dear woman, I assure you I am no threat to you. Please, if you can do this one thing, I will be upon my way."

Against her better judgment, Sarah nodded and went out of the barn. In a short time she returned not only with a glass of water but also with a full plate of food. She put down the items near the man and backed away a good ten feet.

"You are wise to be cautious with a stranger, especially one, which has appeared in such as manner as I have done. The wide world is filled with many wonderful things, but there are also wicked things. However, you can trust me, and perhaps I may be able to repay your kindness."

"I don't want any repayment," Sarah replied her voice felt husky in her throat. "Just eat and go."

"By the way," the man said as he ate, "my name is Micah Talbot. As I have said, I am a world travel, a bit of a philosopher, and poet."

"My name's Sarah. I live here with my family, which includes Luke my husband."

"Luke is a very lucky man to have a wife like you. Yet, I sense that you have been recently been restless, perhaps from feeling the mundane pressures of day to day life. I know the signs. Before I began to wander, I felt a similar feeling, like I was in a prison of my own making. I didn't think I'd ever be able to go free to enjoy exciting things and meet exciting people. Maybe you would like to hear about some of the places I've seen. I mean, it is the least I can do to repay your kindness. Have no fear I will remain where I am."

"Well," Sarah said slowly as she sat down on a wooden bench, while Micah sat down of the dirt floor, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to listen."

For the next half hour the woman sat enthralled as she heard about the stranger's adventures around the world. In her mind she pictured herself going to exotic places, meeting different people, and leading an adventurous life. As she listened to Micah she felt that she had never seen a man so perfect in body and face. His eyes seemed to bore into the very fiber of her being, warming her with odd never before experienced emotions. 

"I hope that I have repaid you for your generosity," Micah said putting down his empty plate and draining his glass. "I also hope you no longer feel me a threat to you. I will now be on my way; although, if I could only spend a few more days sleeping here, it would mean the world to me."

"I don't fear you anymore," Sarah said as she picked up the plate and glass, "but if you stay here no one is to know. Grandpa and Luke would never understand, and I can't imagine what Rachel or Luke Jr. would think. You have to be out of the barn when any of them are around. Now don't get any wrong ideas. What I am doing is a kindness and a mercy. I also like hearing your stories, but you have to promise never to be seen."

"My dear lady," Micah assured her, "I can assure you that the only person that will ever see me is your own dear self. I shall only be here a few days and once I am rested from my travels, I'll be on my way."

"Okay, I don't know why I'm agreeing to this fool thing but you can stay here for now."

"You are doing it because it is exciting and adventurous and right now you need a little bit of excitement and adventure. I shall live up to your faith in me and know one will ever know I am here."

Sarah found herself breathing heavily as she made her way back from the barn to the house. Her mind was filled with the almost hypnotic tones of the stranger's voice telling her stories of far away places. Part of her mind told her she was being foolish and that she should have insisted that the man leave the property, but another part of her mind said that she was just doing a kindness. However, guilt caused her to blush as she realized that the stranger's presence had to be kept secret from all the rest of the family. While she had done nothing wrong, she knew that no one would understand her allowing someone to sleep in the barn without first consulting with the rest of the family.

That night, as she made love with her husband, she again felt a strong wave of guilt flood over her. In that moment she almost decided to tell Luke about Micah, but the fact that she had so far kept the stranger's existence a secret from her husband all of the day stopped her from doing so. She felt that Luke would never believe that all that had taken place between herself and Micah were stories of adventures. Simply by hiding the fact that she had kept the secret to herself so far, made it seem that something much more serious had taken place.




The Barn Ch. 03



That night as Luke made love to her, Sarah's mind returned to the man who lay sleeping in the barn. Even as her orgasm built up within her body she wondered why she had kept Micah's presence in the barn a secret. The stranger was extremely attractive, but as she felt her husband's cock release within her, she knew there could only be one man for her. 

That night Sarah's sexual desires ran rampant and she demanded more from her husband than she had ever asked at any previous time in their marriage. No more than Luke had pulled out of her than she had her lips glued to his organ until it began to grow harder under the wild sucking it was receiving. She even pushed Luke's head down between her legs after Luke came in her.

In the barn the being that was Micah felt his eyes turn from deep blue to fiery red as he felt the sexual power radiate out from the house. So far, everything was falling into place, and he was content to wait and work on bringing his plan to full fruition.



The Barn Ch. 04



The next morning Luke got out of bed far later than normal and Amos was already out in the fields. The previous night had been a wild one for Sarah and him. She had been a wild woman and insisted on sex over and over again until they had both collapsed from the exertion. Luke still felt his wife's hot lips sucking his manhood with an intensity he had never experience before in his life. He blushed as he remembered how after he had cum in his wife, she had forced his head down to lick up their combined juices. Never before had Sarah been so demanding, and Luke had ensured that her every desire was fulfilled. Tired and sore, Luke mounted a tractor and drove it out into the fields.

Sarah pretended to be asleep as Luke left their room. The memories of what had happened the night before swept over her and she was ashamed at the very daring acts, which she had her husband perform. She had to admit that she had been sexually sated in full that night; however, just thinking about those events caused Sarah to crave more. She rose from the bed and took care of the baby. She was too late to fix breakfast for the family, but it was about time that they took care of themselves for once.

She took the baby outside while she worked the garden. The sun was warm and later in the day one of the women from the church would be coming to take her to the planning meeting for the church party. As she watered the garden her mind drifted to the night before and she wondered if she might be able to talk Luke into taking her anally. She had never done that before, in fact, she had been raised to think it was a terrible sin; however, there was something so exciting about exploring new sexual horizons.

As she reflected upon the sex of the previous night she suddenly remembered Micah in the barn. Evidently he had stayed out of sight while Amos and Luke had taken the tractors out for the day's work. She realized the mysterious, extremely handsome man must be hungry and thirsty. Sarah decided to put the baby down for a nap and take Micah something to eat and drink. Quickly she took care of the baby and gathered up some food and a glass of apple cider. 

"Micah, Micah where are you?" she called as she entered the barn.

"I'm right here," Micah said stepping from the shadow. "I've been keeping myself out of sight as you asked."

"Luke and Grandpa would never understand about you being here and how I like to hear your stories, but I'm thinking all this isn't right and you had better be on your way."

"Have I offended you, Sarah? If so I am truly sorry. I don't wish to impose upon your kindness. Staying here has been wonderful, but if you want me gone, I'll go. First perhaps you would like to hear some more about my adventures."

"Yes, I would like that. You see, I've never been much of anywhere. The furthest I've gone is from West Virginia to here and there wasn't a lot of time during that trip for much sightseeing."

"Then, sit down and I shall tell you about strange places and even stranger people who inhabit this world."

The man then began to spin tales of distant locations and the practices of diverse cultures. Sarah's mind was caught up with the spell the man's words wove and she saw herself wandering new and far locations. When Micah's descriptions turned to sexual practices of different cultures, she felt herself redden and knew that she should not listen to such sinful things. However, Micah made her realize that different cultures looked upon sex not as a sinful thing but as a natural act, which all people need. She heard about people who offered their wives to guests as a sign of friendship and respect. She learned about men and women who were not ashamed of their bodies and gave their bodies freely without guilt. 

At the end of an hour, Sarah rose from where she sat with weak legs to take Micah's empty plate and glass. She knew that what she had listened to was sinful, but it had also been very exciting. The stranger's words seemed more exciting than anything she had ever heard before during her life. Micah stood and bowed to her, before taking her in his arms and pressing his lips lightly against hers.

"Thank you, dear lady for listening to the ramblings of this poor philosopher. I thank you for all you kindness and while I would love to stay here, I realize your position and will go."

"The day after tomorrow Rachel will be having her boyfriend over to meet the family. I guess you can stay until then. I'll bring you out something for supper, after all the family is fed and things quiet down in the house."

"You have my undying thanks, dear lady. I truly enjoy our talks. Perhaps in the future you can tell me more about yourself."

"I'm afraid there isn't much to tell there. Well, you just keep out of sight and I'll bring you supper. I won't be able to stay and you will have to hide the plate so Grandpa and Luke won't see it."

"You can count on me. I shall be as the very shadows themselves."

Sarah found herself trembling as she left the barn. The very intimate descriptions, which Micah had told her had set her body afire with desire; so, that when her friend arrived to take her and the baby to the church meeting, she found it difficult to concentrate on what was happening at the meeting. 

That night, after she had taken Micah a plate of food and a glass of drink, Sarah returned to the house. She quickly went to her room and got into bed with her husband. Luke found that the wild woman of the previous evening had return with renewed intensity. She insisted that Luke anally penetrate her and would not take no for an answer. Although Luke had been raised to believe that it was a grave sin to sodomize a woman, he caved in to the demands of his wife. Lubing up her back entrance with a liberal amount of petroleum jelly, he slowly forced his cock into her bowels. At first Sarah cried aloud with the pain of his advancing cock, but when Luke said he would pull out, she told him to continue. Once he was firmly entrenched in her anus, Luke began to fuck her hard and fast. Her moans of pain swiftly turned to sighs of pleasure as she felt her husband performing such a wicked act upon her body. 

Her hand sought out her clit and her fingers rubbed quickly over it in time with her man's thrusts. The combination of the sensations of Luke's cock and her fingers on her clitty quickly brought her to an intense climax. She felt her pussy squirt out its juice as she gasped from the force of her cumming. Moments later, Luke groaned as he sent his seed into her, pushing himself deeper with every thrust until he was fully drained of cum. 

After they had both cleaned themselves up, they snuggled tight and Luke fell fast asleep. Sarah lay awake for awhile longer, feeling Luke's cum slowly oozing from her well fucked bottom hole. As she lay there in the darkness, her thoughts turned to the whitish blond man who was sleeping in the barn. His words about the sexual practices of distant cultures warmed her lower regions and caused her nipples to stand fully erect. Satisfied that she had finally done something exciting and forbidden, she fell into a deep sleep.

She awoke early the next day to fix the family breakfast. It was Saturday and Luke Jr. was home for the day. Rachel left soon after breakfast to meet some of her friends in Potterville. Luke and Amos left to go out into the fields leaving Sarah with Luke Jr. and the baby. Sarah soon found herself calling up one of the neighbors telling them that Luke Jr. would like to come over to play with their son. Taking the family's battered truck she drove Luke Jr. over to the neighbors to spend the day. When she returned, she put the baby in her playpen and fixed Micah something to eat and drink.

In her mind she was having an adventure. The man in the barn was her secret stranger. He opened new horizons to her and fired her with thoughts, which she had never dreamed existed. As she entered the barn she looked around for her friend, but did not see him.

"Micah?" she called. "Are you in here?"

"Yes, indeed," came the man's deep reply as he stepped from the shadows at the far end of the barn. "I wasn't sure it was you that entered. You did want me to keep out of sight. Here is the plate and glass you left me last night. I'm sorry we didn't see each other then, but as you wish I must keep hidden."

"Well, here is something for you. I hope you like it. I can't stay too long because I want to get things ready for when Rachel's boyfriend arrives tomorrow."

"Even a few moments with you are a blessing, I assure you. Spare me but a few moments while I eat and tell me about yourself. While I have yet much to tell you, I would find it very enjoyable to learn more about my hostess."

"Like I said, I don't have much to say. I haven't done the things you have done or seen the things you have seen. I am very much an ordinary farm housewife. Still and all if that's what you want I'll do my best."

Sarah began by telling Micah about her childhood days and soon found herself talking about things, which she had never discussed, even with her husband. Micah was a good listener and interrupted very seldom. As she looked into his deep blue eyes, she knew he understood her every emotion. She soon found herself talking about her sex life and how Luke had taken her anal virginity the pervious night. "Good for you, Sarah," Micah complimented her. "You are beginning to explore the boundaries of your sexuality. That is important for a woman. You have only one life and during that life you should reach out and take all that you can. Experience all you can experience, without guilt, without shame, with just pleasure. You were meant for pleasure and you should take it while you can."

"I don't know. Maybe you are right. Last night with Luke was something wildly wicked. I don't think anyone in my family ever did such a thing, but you know it did make me feel good."

"Of course it did. You were opening yourself to new feelings. There is nothing wrong or unnatural with that. You are a most beautiful woman. One who deserves to explore all life has to give. Let me tell you there are many men in this world that would enjoy having you to themselves for only a few moments. 

"Now, of course you must leave and get about your duties. In the morning I will be gone so as not to be a further burden to you."

"No don't go," Sarah pleaded, "stay just a few more days. I need someone to talk to around here and you are a good friend."

"Very well, as you wish," the man stood and helped Sarah rise from where she was seated. He took her firmly in his arms and kissed her deep. His tongue softly invaded her mouth before he pulled himself away from her. "I know you will be very busy tomorrow, but perhaps tomorrow night, when everyone is asleep you can come out to see me for a short while and we can talk."

"I'm not going to promise anything. It is risky enough bringing you food. I'm a fool for doing this, but I will try to come to see you tomorrow night."

"I shall live only for that moment, dear lady. We shall sit here in the dark of the barn and weave tales. You shall find that it will make you a new and stronger woman."

"I have to run. Like I said, I don't promise but I will try to come out for a little bit."

Sarah was positively shaking when she left the barn. The implications of what she had just agreed to coursed through her mind. She was actually thinking of sneaking out of the house when everyone was asleep to meet a relative stranger in the darkness of the barn. As she went into the house to tend to the baby she knew that no matter what she would keep her appointment with Micah. There was something almost mystical about him in the way he could describe things, making her feel she was actually somewhere else. Then there was the fact that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Luke was handsome and loving, but the man in the barn was more compelling than any movie idol that had ever lived.

She was busy all the rest of that day, running errands here and there to make sure that everything would be perfect when Rachel's beau came to visit. When the day was done, she and Luke lay in bed. She held her man close. To her, Luke would always be her love. He was a rock that she could cling to through all time and eternity. The stranger in the barn would soon be gone, but she had to admit that he had inspired her to do things, which she would never have done if she had never met him. Micah's tales of love and lust filled her mind and she turned her attentions to her husband. Luke found that the wild woman of the last couple of nights had returned and he had his hands full meeting her desires. No less than three times did Sarah demand sexual satisfaction that night, and it was only after he ate the residue of their love, after their last coupling, that she let him fall asleep.

Sunday was a busy day. After Rachel and Sarah fixed breakfast, the family left for church. Sarah did her best to concentrate on Pastor Bob's sermon, but she felt an almost overwhelming tingling in her pussy, which made it hard for her to think. She realized that what she was doing was very wrong. Although nothing serious had happened between her and Micah, she could clearly see where events were taking her. She was risking everything and somehow that seemed very adventurous and exciting. 

Rachel's boyfriend arrived right on time. He was a tall, dark haired young man who seemed very nervous at meeting his girlfriend's family. He was very polite and well mannered. Quickly, Luke and Amos took to him and began to talk about everything from farming to sports. Before long Mark seemed to relax and his shyness began to fade away. Even Luke Jr. warmed up to Mark and the two fell into a conversation about school and pranks and practical jokes.

They sat down at the dinner table and after Amos had everyone hold hands and said grace, they ate the fine meal Rachel and Sarah had prepared. Rachel was sitting next to Mark during the supper and as dinner progressed, Mark appeared to become nervous again. Finally the young man cleared his throat and looked toward Amos, Luke and Sarah.

"I wanted to come here tonight for two reasons," Mark announced. "One was to meet you fine people, but the most important was to ask for Rachel's hand in marriage. I've already asked her, but I want all of your blessings."

Amos's jaw dropped and both Luke and Sarah looked stunned. The last thing they expected, at the first meeting with Rachel's boyfriend, was to hear they were intending to get married. Sarah looked at Luke, Luke looked at Sarah, and then they both looked at Amos.

"Hot dog!" cried Luke Jr. "Aunt Rachel's getting hitched."

"Well, son this was mighty unexpected," Amos spoke at last. "We don't hardly know you and gittin' married is mighty serious business. A lot of young folk don't think it over near good enough and by not thinking, they end up making a mess of both their lives."

"Grandpa, we have thought it over for awhile," Rachel said. "Mark and I have been going together for a lot longer than I may have suggested. We have talked about this up one side and down the other."

"It isn't something that we plan on doing right this moment," explained Mark. "I've got almost two years of studies ahead before I finish college. We were thinking that right after I graduate and get a job we could get married."

"Two years, huh, and then get a job? That sounds down right logical and proper. In that time you two can get to know each other and think things over a lot. For me, if that's what you two are going to standby, then you have my blessing. If during that time either of you want to back out of things, I won't think hard of either of you." "What do you think, Sarah?" Luke asked his wife.

"Rachel is no longer a little girl, she is a woman with a mind of her own, and if she wants, then I'm all for it."

"In that case," smiled Luke, "so am I."

"Thank you," blushed Mark. "During the time ahead I think you'll all get to know me and find out that I love Rachel and will make her a good husband."

"Thank you everyone," beamed Rachel. "I was sort of against announcing this tonight, but Mark insisted. He said that we had better be straight with everyone if we were to get off on the right foot."

"I reckon that boy of yours has a good head on his shoulders," grinned Amos. "Now where is that pie we are havin' for dessert?"

After the family finished dinner they went into the living room and sat talking for a long while. They listened as Mark described his life growing up around Potterville and how he expected to get a degree in agriculture. He hoped to one day have a farm of his own but was also interested in working for the Farm Bureau helping farmers grow better and more profitable crops. 

At last it came time for Mark to leave and Rachel saw him out to his car. Sarah hurried Luke Jr. off to bed, while Amos and Luke discussed the young man who had captured Rachel's heart. Both men agreed that they liked the boy, but were also in agreement that two lovers should wait the full two years before making such a serious move as marriage.

Finally, Rachel returned to the house as Sarah came down from tucking in her son. Everyone agreed that the events of the day were both wonderful and surprising. Slowly everyone began to make their way to their beds. Amos and Luke were so tired that they fell to sleep right after getting into bed. Rachel lay in bed for almost half hour thinking about how well everything had gone that night, with a contented sigh she rolled over and fell asleep.

Sarah tossed back and forth for a long while. She was very happy over the announcement, which had been made at dinner and couldn't wait to see Micah to tell him the good news. When she was sure that the rest of the occupants of the house were soundly asleep, she rose out of bed and quickly fixed Micah a plate of food and a glass of water. She quietly slipped silently from the house, while moonlight flooded over the land making it light enough to see her way without the aid of a flashlight. All the way to the barn she thought about how Micah would be surprised that her sister was actually engaged.

She opened wide the barn doors to allow some of the moonlight to enter; however the interior of the barn looked pitch black as she entered. For a moment she became very afraid and almost turned and left the barn. After all, she was entering a dark barn dressed only in her nightgown and robe, while somewhere in the barn a stranger waited.

"Micah," she called, "It's me, Sarah. Are you awake?"

"Very awake, Sarah," came a reply from the deep darkness far within the barn. "I was wondering if you were going to come here tonight. I was almost tempted to sleep, but I would much rather talk with you."

"I brought you something to eat and a glass of water."

"That is most kind," Micah stepped from the darkness into the moonlight around the entrance to the barn. "Again I find myself in your debt. You must really allow me to do something for you."

"Don't think anything of it," Sarah said as she handed the man the plate and the glass. "Our talks are rewards enough."

"I'm afraid our regular sitting place is very dark, indeed. Perhaps I could move the bench out here and we could sit and talk while I eat?"

"That would be nice. Give me back the plate and glass while you get the bench."

Micah was gone but for a moment before he returned carrying the bench. He set it down before taking back the food and drink. Then both of them sat side beside on the bench while Micah ate.

"I can see you are excited, Sarah. Tell me what it is that is on your mind."

"My sister's boyfriend asked everyone at dinner for Rachel's hand. Grandpa and Luke both said yes!"

"That is good news. I have seen your sister, and she will make the man a good wife; however, I hope they don't rush things. A young woman should experience a little bit of life before committing herself to married life."




The Barn Ch. 04



"They plan on waiting two years yet, until he graduates college and gets a job."

"That is very sensible. It will give her time to explore a life a bit. No one should rush into such a commitment without first having experiencing life and other men."

"She's not interested in other men! I'm sure that Mark is enough for her."

"Yes, but how is she to ever fully know unless she first has others. Don't get me wrong. It is just that so many people marry young and never experience life at its fullest. I hope that during this two year interval both your sister and her finance will be able to know the intimate pleasures of others and thereby be able to best judge their compatibility for a life long relationship."

"I don't hold to such goings on, Micah. I didn't do them; I don't want my sister to do that sort of thing."

"Sarah, haven't you ever imagined what it would have been like to be with another man?"

"Of course not, that's sinful!" Sarah exclaimed but squirmed on the bench before confessing, "Well, maybe I have a little, but I'm happy with Luke."

"I am sure you are very happy, but you are also a bit curious about what you might have missed out upon these past years. There are a lot of wonderful things to reap from life, if you are willing to reach out and take them into your grasp. You have never experienced many of the things that you once dreamed about, I imagine. Do not allow your loss to color your outlook about your sister. Let her be free to explore her horizons. I know she loves this young man, even as you love yours, but encourage her to be adventurous before the shackles of matrimony are placed upon her. In that way she will really find out if this young suitor is the one for her or not, after all she must live with the outcome for the rest of her life." 

"Well, maybe you are right," conceded Sarah.

"Oh, I am. By experiencing others, you are able to better understand yourself. You find that you are your own person, able to make your own decisions and guide your own destiny."

"What you say does make some sense. It goes against what I've been taught, but maybe what I've been taught isn't the only way in life."

"That's correct, my dear Sarah. I've have been around the world many times and seen many different cultures, some are for the better and some are for the worse. Can you honestly tell me that you have not been curious about receiving the excitement brought on by the embraces of others?"

"Goodness, no," squealed Sarah, then suddenly she felt the truth wash over her. "I do wish that I had more adventure to my life. I feel that I'm missing something. I don't know what. I love Luke with all my heart but I wonder what it might have been like if I had known some other before marrying him."

"That is good, now you are being honest with yourself. If you are to expand upon your experiences as a woman and in the end strengthen your marriage, you need to pursue your desires. Find out for yourself what life is about and thereby enrich yourself and your marriage. If you begin to feel that all your history is behind you and you are locked into today, then surely as time goes by your happiness in your marriage will fade."

"Do you really think so?" Sarah asked. "I want my marriage to go on being fresh and alive. I have so much. I can't imagine doing anything to jeopardize that!"

"Not jeopardize your marriage but refresh it, my dear lady. Allow yourself to reach out and gather life to you. Experience what you have missed. Know the things you have not felt and by doing so, you will be able to enrich your life."

"You make it sound so easy."

"Trust me, it is easy. All you have to do is give yourself over to the moment and take away from it those things that make you happy. In than manner you will see your husband in a new and better light. You will be able to appreciate him all the more for what you have lived and return to him a thousand fold for the pleasures you have taken."

"That's sinful talk, and I shouldn't listen to it," She wanted to run out of the barn, but her feet felt rooted to the floor. Her mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions. All the things, which she had been taught were right and proper, were being put to the test. New feelings were flooding over her, in a way she did not understand.

"None the less, it is true. You can deny it from even yourself, if you will, but I can see your desires. You desire to reach beyond what you have to satisfy your innermost curiosity. If you turn away from yourself, you will eventually harm your life with Luke and your family. I know about these things. I ask you to see clearly and to know your own desires. In the end everyone will benefit."

"What? You want me to experiment with you?"

"Have I asked that? It is not so, my dear Sarah. I am only advising you. I am not suggesting anything between you and I that has not already crossed your mind. I am not here to separate you from your husband. No, rather I want to enrich your married life to its fullest. Without some experiences, your married life, in time, will wilt and diminish; I do not want to see that."

"But how can I do anything like you suggest? It just isn't possible. There are too many eyes everywhere. No, I have to remain as I am."

"Then, there is no hope. Tomorrow will remain as today and yesterday with no new experiences to enrich your body or soul. As your friend, it hurts me to see you so unfulfilled. Yet, I see it is your fate. I wish you had seen the people who have different ways of life, as I have and to know the things I know. However, I am afraid that you shall remain as you are, a farm housewife, confined to her life as it now exists."

"You make me sad, Micah. I came here feeling so happy about my sister. Now I have to leave feeling sorry for myself."

"No, you do not," Micah said putting his arm around the woman, "while I do not suggest it, I can guide you upon the road to self understanding, if you so choose. All you have to do is tell me that you desire it."

Sarah stood up, taking the empty plate and glass, which Micah had emptied upon the bench. She stood deep in thought, weighting the words that the stranger had spoken to her. Many of the things he had said were true; however the bonds of her marriage lay heavy upon her. Slowly she turned, as if to leave the barn, before turning back to Micah, who had risen from the bench. Against all her conscious will, she felt pangs of sexual longing course through her form, even as she reluctantly turned to face Micah.

"I, I, desire it," Sarah's word came slowly, as she watched the man approach her. "Heaven help me, but I desire it."

"Then rest assured that whatever happens here tonight will stay here in this barn, between you and me and no one else. You are a beautiful lady, who deserves to feel all aspects of her being. I shall guide you to places where you have never been before and in the end your experience will enrich your entire life." 

Micah wrapped his arms around Sarah and his lips ground against hers in a passionate kiss. His hot tongue forced its way into her panting mouth and danced against her tongue in an erotic dance. Sarah felt her entire body tingle with the emotion released in that kiss and her arms reached around Micah to hold him close to her body. His eager hands moved to slide between the two of them to cup her waiting breasts. Ever so softly his hand explored her tits, pulling gently upon her nipples until she was gasping with emotion. His hands seemed to know just where to touch and how much pressure to exert in able to bring her erotic senses to the forefront.

The man quickly removed her robe with one hand, while keeping other hand busy caressing one of her breasts. No more than had the robe had touched the floor of the barn than he pulled back from her embrace, using both of his hands he grabbed a hold of the fabric of her nightgown where it buttoned near her neck, and with one rough motion, he tore her flimsy sleeping gown all the way from where it was buttoned past down to its hem. He pushed the torn garment over her shoulders and forced it from her body before she had a chance to complain. He quickly forced her to face away from him, while at the same time he pushed her upper torso to bend forward.

"You have never had a man who lusted after you as I do. You will be the cup, which I shall now fill!"

"My nightgown," Sarah gasped, "it is ruined."

"Some things in this life need to be wild and unexpected to allow the best sensations to come to the forefront. You have other night clothes; I am sure, which you can wear when you discard this torn rag. Give yourself up to the moment, and worry not what the future may bring, for at this moment, all that matters is what happens in this barn."

Micah forced her legs to part as he rapidly shed his pants and brought his stiff organ toward the opening of the woman's sex. While he grasped one of her breasts with one hand, he guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Thrusting his hips ahead, he seated the top of his manhood within her body. With a moan, Sarah sought to break free of the man but he was not to be denied. Moving his hand from the woman's tit, he took hold of her shoulder and pulled her still leaning form back toward him. Micah moved his hips backward for an instant only to shove himself forward again, to enter her body even further. 

Four rapid, hard thrusts later found him well entrenched in Sarah's pussy. While Micah's organ was not as long as Luke's, it was far thicker, and she moaned at the unaccustomed feeling of being stretched to widely apart. The man fucked her with wild abandon, as her pussy began to flow and to respond to his rough attentions. His cock felt strange within her sheath, almost as if it were covered by many strange lumps, which rubbed her in a manner beyond description.

"Do you like the feel of me?" asked Micah. "In my youth, I had implanted pearls in my cock, during a secret rite performed in the South Seas. It is said that those pearls allow a woman to feel extra, almost mystical pleasure. Sarah, give yourself over to feeling the fucking, and let yourself go. Live only in the moment and give pleasure even as you receive it."

Sarah was beyond replying. She could barely keep herself standing as Micah renewed her efforts and increased the speed with which he plowed into her depths. Soon the man moved his hands to both her hips in an effort to steady her for his intense fucking. Her moans began to fill the barn as a tidal wave of sexual sensation washed over her. So strong were the feelings, which rose up in her, soon she could no longer cry aloud but could only gasp, as her lover fucked her with a wildness she had never imagined possible.

Sarah's legs gave away, and she would have fallen, if Micah had not wrapped one arm around her to keep her in place. Although he was now supporting the farm wife, the man slowed not a bit in the speed with which he fucked her; to the contrary, the speed with which he pounded of her pussy only seemed to increase. Sarah felt her all her body filled with carnal greed, which soon caused her to cum with incredible force. For long minutes Sarah came hard and long on the cock of the relative stranger. When her first orgasm had died down, she was able to regain her feet, which allowed Micah to remove his arm from around her and to take both her tits in his hands.

The combinations of the feelings caused by Micah's hands on her breasts and his jackhammer thrusts into her pussy soon caused Sarah to climb the heights of another orgasm. Again she would have fallen, if the man had not caught her, as she was brought to another magnificent climax. No more than she had regained her senses than she felt herself swept away as she came yet another time. She tried to scream out in ecstasy at the pleasure she felt, but her throat could only produce whimpers. As she reached her climax, her lover gave animalistic growl, and she felt him release his seed deep within her womb. Not for an instant did Micah diminish his fucking until the woman had fully experienced all the pleasure she could from the cumming cock. Then, slowly they both sank to the ground.

As Sarah lay panting beneath him, Micah's eyes suddenly blazed like fiery coals, and he knew that his plan was working. He knew then that it would be only the matter of a short time before the fullness of his plot would come to fruition.



The Barn Ch. 05



Sarah awoke the next morning and fixed the family breakfast, before they went their separate ways. Most of the details of the previous night were lost to the woman. She could not understand how she had gone to bed with one nightgown on and woke up wearing another nightgown. She had worn her favorite nightgown the night before, and now she could not find it anywhere in the house. She remembered that she had sneaked out of the house to tell Micah the great news about her sister's engagement, but Micah, ever the gentleman, had made sure she immediately returned to the house.

She had fallen asleep immediately after she returned from visiting Micah. She thought that she must have slept very soundly, for she was sure from the soreness in her pussy that Luke must have taken her very vigorously in the middle of the night, but she only vaguely remembered having sex. The sex had been terrific but for some reason, it seemed to her that Luke had felt strangely different. The whole experience seemed like a strange dream. If it were not for the soreness in her private parts and the still leaking cum, which dribbled from her, she would have put down the entire thing to an erotic figment of her imagination.

After she had tended to the baby, she fixed Micah some food and took it out to the barn. She found him sitting waiting for her on the bench where they usually sat. For some strange reason, when she saw him, her heart leaped and her breath came in short gasps. To her mind, he seemed to be almost the perfect man and if she was not happily married, she would not mind getting to know Micah better. Still, she was a happy farm wife, with a beautiful son and baby girl, which her wonderful husband had given her, and any other relationships outside of her marriage were not to be thought about in any case.

Micah was her friend, and while he sometimes told bold stories about the sexual practices of people living in distant lands, she knew she could trust him. She even attributed her recent daring acts with Luke to the influence of the man, and to her mind, that was a good thing. Sarah felt that she was deepening her relationship and her love with her husband, all due to Micah's coaching for her to expand her horizons.

"Thank you, dear Lady," Micah said as her took the food from her. "Your kindness fills me with joy. I realize that my presence here is a danger to you. I would like nothing more than to meet your family, especially your loving husband, but I know that is not possible. I feel that it is time for me to leave. I am sure that none of your family would understand our platonic relationship."

"No Micah, don't go yet," replied Sarah. "I need your friendship. You have been a positive influence upon my life. You have let me expand my feelings, and I feel everything is better for that. 

"Stay at least until the church summer party. I can introduce you then to everyone. I will say that you are someone who is passing through and wants to stay in the area. If you will say that you are interested in joining our church, I am sure that everyone will welcome you. Then you can meet Luke, Grandpa, and the rest of the family. I'm sure that once they meet you they might even allow you to live in poor Jose's apartment."

"I don't know," replied Micah. "I am a wanderer and a stranger. I would very much like to be accepted by your people and by your church. I love to meet people and learn about them and their beliefs. I am very willing to meet your family and the people of your church. If you can arrange that, then I shall surely stay and perhaps I will find a place to finally call home."

"Micah, I am sure that I can make everything right. You will see that they are wonderful people. Once Luke meets you, I am sure that he will like you every bit as much as I do."

"I would like nothing more than to meet and become friends with your husband. I am sure that I could be a help to both of you in keeping your love fresh and alive."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Luke and me. Just between you and me, he made love to me while I was asleep last night. I only remember bits and pieces, but it was great beyond what I can tell you. Luke is my true love, and I am sure that we will always love each other with the same emotions as we now have toward each other."

"That is good news to me. In too many marriages the love between the couples settles into a routine affair, which in time slowly begins to slow down and become mundane. I would like to think that I could talk frankly with both you and Luke so as to ensure that you love for one another would always explore new intensity. I feel very fulfilled when I can aid a man and a woman to become closer to each other. I have done so in other places, and I hope that I can repay your kindness by doing so to you and your husband."

"Then we are agreed? You will stay here until the church party?"

"Yes, I feel that the time has come for me to finally to settle down. Perhaps I will be lucky enough to be like this young Mark, you have told me about, and I shall meet a charming lady like you or your sister."

"Good, then everything is settled. You will just love living around here, and I am sure that everything is going to work out for the best."

"I am sure it will, with your help and encouragement," Micah rose and kissed Sarah's hand. "Until that time, I shall live in the shadows of this barn, but soon I hope to come forth."

"Micah, you will step out of the shadows of this barn, and you will find that everyone accepts you for the wonderful person you are."

"Until that time, I hope that I may stay here and that you will come out to meet me from time to time."

"Don't worry about that," Sarah reassured him, "I will be out here a lot, and I will make sure you are well fed."

"As always, my dear woman, I am in you debt. I look forward to what the future brings us both."

Sarah left the barn feeling uplifted and filled with joy. She was sure that her friend would find acceptance with her family and her church, if only she could devise the right way to introduce him. She even began thinking of various single women, which she might pair up with Micah. There was no doubt in her mind that the man would make a good catch for any woman. Momentarily she had a pang that she wasn't available to be courted by the handsome man who had taken up residency in the barn.

Coinciding with the fullness of the moon, Sarah's period came upon her that night. Although she had begun to flow she induced Luke to have sex with her that evening, although until that time the pair had considered relations during that time of the month taboo. They spread a towel over the bedspread, and as Luke mounted her that night, she felt more sensual than at any pervious time during their marriage. It was as if Luke was willing to take her unconditionally, and she felt more loved than she had ever felt.

Each day Sarah would take Micah food and drink. She would open her soul to her secret man and would listen to his tales of distant places. All the time she felt herself becoming more entranced by the man in the barn who wove his philosophy slowly but steadily into her mind.

When her time of the month was over, Sarah found herself within the barn talking to her friend. The family was gone and the baby was down for a nap when she brought Micah something to eat. As usual Micah was his charming self and encouraged the woman to talk about the happenings in her life. Always he seemed to reinforce Sarah's love for her husband and gave her advice about techniques for advance lovemaking. 

"Micah," Sarah said in a subdued voice, "some of the things that you are telling me are down right sinful'

"What I tell you is just between you and me. I only want the very best for you at all times, you know that. If I make your love life with Luke more exciting, then I will be well rewarded. The time has come for you to take mind about having another child. Your son and daughter deserve to have a little brother or sister, don't you think?" 

"I really would like to have another child, and I am sure that Luke feels the same."

"My dear woman," Micah looked deep into her eyes. "I think that it is time that I meet Luke face to face. It is no good me living here without him knowing. My being here without your husband knowing would be misinterpreted if anyone were ever to find out I was living here."

"But what would you tell him?" asked the farm wife. "What if he wanted you to go away from here? I feel that in you I have found a real and dear friend, and I don't want to lose my friend."

"Thank you, for your feelings. I can assure you that I also treasure your friendship and that is exactly why I want Luke to know about me. I want to be his friend as well as yours. 

"You can introduce me as a traveler who was looking for work and you gave me a job to do in this barn. Trust me," the man assured her, "I shall handle the rest and in the end, I believe that Luke will allow me to stay here to help with chores around the barn. Just introduce us and I am sure that Luke will accept me."

As Sarah gazed deep into Micah's deep blue eyes she did trust him, and she began to feel that Luke would want to keep him around the place. An overwhelming urge flowed through her to go out to the fields at that moment and bring Luke in to meet Micah.

"I can get him and Grandpa now if you want," she said. "They are working the fields close in to the house today."

"No," Micah shook his head, "not Amos, not yet. Let me meet Luke and there will be time enough later to meet the rest of your family."

"Okay, maybe before long we can have you up to the house for dinner. That would be real nice. I'm sure you'd make a good impression upon everyone."

"Perhaps in time we can do that," nodded the man, "but for now, meeting your husband will be enough. Please be so kind as to bring him here. When you return, you will find me working here, and you can say that you have put me to work in return for a meal. That won't be too far wrong, will it?"

"You have repaid all the meals I have given you with your wonder stories. I will run and get Luke and be right back."

She turned and actually ran from the barn in her eagerness to bring her husband to meet her mystery man. The fact that Sarah had hidden Micah's presence from her husband had caused her great guilt, and now she felt that guilt float from her shoulders. She knew that Luke might well send Micah on his way, but somehow she was sure that the strange man's charm would win over her husband, as it had captivated her.

Sarah ran out into the fields near the house where she saw Luke on his tractor. In the distance she saw Amos and was glad that he was further away so she could speak privately with her husband. She waved to Luke as she ran toward his tractor. He stopped the machine and killed the motor so that he could better hear what his wife had to say.

"Hi sugar, what is up?" 

"Luke, I want you to come back to the barn with me. There is someone that I want you to meet. He was traveling through looking for work, and I gave him some chores to do in the barn. I didn't want to say too much to him until I had you meet him. I know that since Jose has been gone there is a lot more for you and Grandpa to do, and I thought that maybe he'd be some help. Mind you, I wanted you to size him up first."

"Honey," Luke replied, "it is just plain dangerous letting strangers around the place. Who knows what this fellow wants? Maybe he is sizing us up to steal from us."

"Luke, he just doesn't strike me as that type of person but see for yourself. That is why I came out to get you. I wasn't going to do much until you met him."

"Alright, darling," nodded Luke starting the tractor back up and yelling down to his wife, "You get on up here with me, and we'll go take a look at this stranger of yours."

Sarah mounted the tractor and Luke waved to Amos making it known that Luke and his wife were returning to the house for awhile. Amos waved back with a smile thinking that his grandson was in for a little daytime loving, before he returned his attention to his work on the field.

As the tractor pulled into the yard and approached the barn it began to sputter. "Darn thing has been doing that the last couple of days," Luke told his wife. Luke drove the tractor into the barn where Micah could be seen hard at work arranging some tools at one side of the building. After Luke killed the engine, he and Sarah got down from the tractor. In the meantime Micah had turned from his work and walked toward the pair.

"My name is Micah and your wife was kind enough to give me a job in return for a bite to eat," Micah introduced himself. "Sounds like your tractor has a bit of a problem, mind if I take a look at it? I've done some mechanic work in my day, and I think I may know what might be wrong with it."

"Well Micah, my name is Luke. I usually don't cotton to having strangers on the place, but Sarah here says you seem alright. Tell you what, if you can find out what the problem with the tractor is then we'll throw in dessert along with that meal Sarah promised you."

"Sounds like we have a deal," smiled Micah, "where do you keep your tools?"

"Over there against the other wall."

"Let me grab a couple of things and you start it up. We'll soon have it running smooth again before you know it."

Luke climbed back up on the tractor while Micah grabbed several tools from the tool box, which stood against the other wall. A few minutes later Micah was bending over working on the tractor's motor. Suddenly he straightened up and signaled Luke to stop the engine.

"Give me a second," Micah called up to Luke and returned to work. A couple of minutes later Micah could be heard blowing, which was followed by him spitting and coughing. Shortly later he looked back up at Luke. "The fuel line had a clog in it, try it again now and take it for a run around the yard."

Luke started the tractor again and backed it out of the barn to drive it around the yard several times before returning to stop the engine. Luke jumped down from the tractor and walked over to Micah to shake his hand.

"She's running like a charm," grinned Luke, "better than she has in awhile. I never thought it might be the fuel line. You have my thanks."

"It is the least I could do to thank you people for befriending me. I've been traveling around seeing the country and meeting people. I'm always glad to help out those people who are willing to help me. I don't suppose you would have some work for me for awhile. To tell you the honest truth, I'm getting tired of wandering and would like some steady work."

"Well, I don't know," replied Luke. "We did have a hired hand but he sort of vanished. We could use someone that could do mechanical jobs and keep the equipment in running order, but I'd have to talk with Grandpa first."

"I not a drinker," Micah assured him, "and I don't bother folks and don't like getting bothered either. I won't be any trouble. I'll keep to myself. All I want is a place to stay and something to eat at regular intervals. I can fix myself a place up in your loft and won't be any trouble at all."

"Oh Luke," Sarah interrupted, "couldn't he stay in Jose's place, if you and Grandpa decide to give him work?"

"Jose's things are all in his apartment and I don't want to move them out just yet."

"That is no problem," smiled Micah. "Like I said, I can fix me a place in the loft. I am not looking to cause any problems. I just need some work. Why don't you just give me a chance to prove myself? If I don't live up to your expectations, you can send me on my way with no hard feelings? 

"Honestly I would be very grateful. There is just one thing, I know it is kind of strange, but I would like to do all my work here in this barn. I know that this sounds strange coming from someone who has wandered a lot in the wide open spaces, but I really need four walls around me for bit. I won't bother you people up at the house and I will do everything you put before me, as long as I don't have to leave the barn."

"You're right about that sounding strange," Luke said his voice filled with suspicion, "sort of sounds like someone on the run from the law."

"No, no," laughed Micah, "if you have any doubts about that at all, call your sheriff over and I'll have a talk with him. I hate to admit it, but I think I'm developing a phobia about being out in open places. Maybe too much of my life has been spent like that. No, I think it best for you to have your sheriff check me out and let you know if I'm a fugitive or not. I'd like as few people to know I'm here as possible, but it doesn't have anything about being on the run."

"Sarah, you get back up to the house, and I'll be up there directly to call the sheriff. Micah, if he gives you a clean bill of health then you have a job."

"I'll keep working right here until the sheriff arrives. Make no mistake, I'm not about to bolt and I sure don't blame you for checking me out, after all that is what I'd do if the situation was reversed."

It was around three hours later when then sheriff's car pulled up in the Clayton's yard. Luke went out of the house and explained about the stranger in the barn. The deputy told Luke to go back into the house while he went into talk to Micah. Twenty minutes later the deputy returned to his car and made a call on his radio, before returning to the barn. Finally after an hour the deputy came back to the house to inform Luke and Sarah that the man was not wanted.

"Now, I am a fairly good judge of character," the deputy informed Luke, "and this Micah seems to be okay. I've checked him out and there are no warrants out on him in this state. I'll check further when I get back to headquarters, but I don't think I'll find anything. He seems to be a well educated man who has been traveling around the world for the past few years. I sort of wish I'd been able to see some of the things he talked about, but I got into this job instead. Like I said, I'll do a bit more checking and let you know. I probably wouldn't trust him with the family fortune, but he should make a good hired hand."

"Thanks a million," smiled Luke. "The man seems to be a good mechanic and I could use someone who could keep our equipment running. We bought the tractors used, and they have given us a lot of trouble. I think we may have paid more to keep having them repaired than if we had broke down and got them new. Thanks again for your time."

"That's what I get paid to do," the deputy nodded. "You did the right thing by giving us a call. I'll be in touch if anything develops, and I think I'll drop by in a couple days just to see how things are working out."

The deputy turned and went back to his car. Luke and Sarah watched as the lawman drove away from the farm house and back out onto the main road. Then Luke started moving toward the barn.

"What are you going to do Luke?" asked Sarah.

"I guess I'm not going to wait to talk with Grandpa about Micah. Seems to me like I had better offer him a job before he decides to walk, it must have put him off a bit about having the law talk to him. I just want to make sure we don't lose him."

"That's right good, Luke. I'm going to start making dinner and we can both explain things to Grandpa when he gets here and looking at the time, that shouldn't be too long now. The school bus will be dropping Luke Jr. off any minute."

When Luke entered barn he found Micah working on the tractor. Micah turned to him and pulled a rag from his back pocket to wipe off his hands. 

"I've just been doing a little tune-up work. That deputy was a friendly sort of fellow. I hope he gave you a good report about me."

"That he did, Micah. I hope you understand about why I called him. You just can't be too careful these days," Luke put out his hand and Micah clasped it firmly in a friendly handshake. "If you want to work for me, then you have a job."




The Barn Ch. 05



"Don't worry about calling the sheriff. I'm glad that you did. I know that what I told you about not wanting to leave the barn right now, sounded pretty strange, and if I could explain it to you, I would. The fact of the matter is that I don't know why I feel the way I do, but I can assure you that I'll work my butt off for you."

"I'll pay you a dollar an hour with room and board. Give me some time to get Jose's things packed up and you can move into his apartment."

"That sounds fair, but I really don't want to leave the barn for now."

"His apartment is built onto the barn, so you won't be leaving it at all."

"Can you enter it from here?"

"No you have to go around on the outside to get to the door."

"I don't suppose you would consider me making a door to it that opens out here into the barn?"

"I don't see where that would be a problem, if you are anywhere as good a carpenter as you are a mechanic."

"I've picked up a lot of skills over the years, and I think you won't be dissatisfied with anything I build. Until you give me the go ahead, I'll see what I can set up in the loft."

"It shouldn't be too bad up there," Luke replied. "We stored some of the old beds from the house up there that were in good enough shape to keep. I hate to part with anything that might find a use later on and this case that would seem to be a good thing."

"Then it is a done deal," Micah again shook Luke's hand, "I think I'm going to like working for you."

"Now, Grandpa will be coming in here in a short time, and I'll introduce you. I think you will like him."

"I'm sure I will, but for now I'll get back to work on that tractor. I wanted running at one hundred percent for you tomorrow."

It was only minutes later that the school bus dropped Luke Jr. off, and the boy came running up to the house. Around half an hour later Amos drove his tractor into the yard and pulled in the barn. Sarah came out of the house and found Luke introducing Micah to Amos. 

"I reckon it was a wise move having you checked out by the law, Micah. I don't mind if I say so myself; however, if Luke says everything has checked out right and he is willing to take you on, I don't have any objection."

"He's a good mechanic Grandpa," Luke said. "He's gotten my tractor up and running better than it has in long time."

"Is that a fact, boy? Then that is a bonus. We could use some help around the place. There are things that need doing while Luke and I are out working."

"Don't worry I'm going to make sure that you won't be disappointed in me. I'll keep your machines running in top shape and I will be doing a lot of other things for you in the meantime."

Sarah came over to Luke and kissed him long and hard, which surprised Amos, because very rarely did the couple display such open emotion around him. Sarah told everyone that it would be about an hour until dinner was done, before turning and leaving. A short time later Amos followed her up to the house, satisfied with Luke's choice of a hired hand. Luke went up into the loft with Micah and together they pulled down one of the mattresses, which stood against the wall.

"I'll bring out some blankets and pillows. I'll also bring you dinner, as soon as it gets done."

"That will be fine. I think I'll be more than comfortable tonight."

After Luke took bedding out to Micah and took out his supper, the family sat down at the table. Rachel was eating at one of her girlfriend's that night. The main topic of conversation was Micah.

"I wanna see the new guy!" Luke Jr. said. 

"Not right now," Amos replied, "we don't know near enough about him. While the law says he is clean, I want to get to know him better before you meet him."

"Aw, I can watch out for myself!"

"I know that, but we have to do things right and proper. In this case right and proper means for Luke and me to get to know this man a lot better before you, Sarah, or Rachel have much to do with him."

That night while Amos lay sleeping, his dreams turned to nightmares filled with erotic scenes, which he had never dreamed about previously. He seemed to be surrounded by a group of naked young women, one of whom was Rachel. They were all were intent on some equally naked man lying down on a pile of hay. At first Amos thought the man was Jose, but suddenly the man changed into a wing demon shape with fiery red eyes. Amos watched helplessly as the creature fucked girl after girl in succession. 

Then the dream changed and it was Sarah being fucked as she bent forward to receive the demon's cock deep into her foaming vagina. Amos tried to separate the couple from their obscene coupling, but found that he could not move. As he watched the devilish creature empty its seed into Sarah, the being looked over at Amos and laughed aloud at the elderly man's inability to intervene.

Sarah and Luke made wild love that night. Both seemed to be overcome by new sexual feeling, which carried them to new heights of ecstasy. Luke seemed to find extra stamina as he repeatedly was able to bring his wife and himself to cumming. It was after midnight before the pair finally collapsed exhausted by their amorous pursuits.

In the barn, the entity who was Micah lay upon his mattress. His red eyes glowed in the darkness as he thought of the days and nights, which lay ahead. His plan was working.



The Barn Ch. 06



The next morning the family awoke to the smell of Sarah's and Rachel's cooking. Before he sat down to eat, Luke insisted on taking Micah some breakfast. When he returned he reported that Micah had said that he had a good night and was looking forward to work. Amos only said that he had not slept well and made no mention about the strange dreams, which had haunted his night.

By the time Luke and Amos came out to the barn they found that Micah had started their tractors. Micah told them that the equipment seemed to be working fine but that if the machines gave the men any problems to quickly return to the barn for repairs. The men mounted their machines and went off to work, while a short time later Rachel left taking with her Luke Jr. to drop him off at his school before going on to college. 

For most of the morning Sarah concentrated on doing housework and taking care of the baby, but after she put the baby down for her nap, she decided to go out to the how Micah was doing. As she entered the barn, she saw Micah building a tool rack along one of the barn's walls. The man turned and smiled at her as she entered and walked over to where he was working.

"Do you think that Luke and Amos will like this? I think it will make it much easier for them to find their tools."

"I am sure they will love it. They have often talked about doing something like this but never seemed to find the time."

"Good," exclaimed Micah, "I am most grateful for your husband hiring me and will do whatever I can to repay him. I am glad to see you, dear lady. Although in actuality it has not been long, I have missed our usual conversations."

"I cannot stay long," replied Sarah, "I have to get back and start lunch for all you men."

"Then spare me a few moments and let us make the most of them. I shall get your bench, and we can talk for a short while."

Micah walked across the barn and quickly returned carrying the bench. He placed it down and indicated that Sarah should sit down upon it, while he sat on the dirt floor. Sarah sat down and her eyes met Micah's. She felt his mystical power fill her body as she look intently at the man. 

"Now Sarah, it is your turn to talk. I want to reward both you and Luke but to do so I have to know more about your relationship. You will now describe for me, in great detail, your sexual life with Luke and do not leave out anything. Be sure that I have seen and heard about many different things in my travels. I can help you and Luke become even closer. There is nothing like sex to make a man and woman grow closer in their love for each other. I can teach you and Luke many things, but first I must know what you have already enjoyed."

At first Sarah hesitated. It went against all her upbringing to talk so openly with someone else, let alone a man, about her intimate love life. As she gazed into Micah's eyes, her words began slowly but as each moment passed she spoke more and more quickly, pouring out all her and Luke's most hidden sexual secrets. She described how she and Luke would engage in oral lovemaking and how she felt when Luke's hard cock filled her pussy. She described what her feelings were the night she insisted that Luke take her anally and how much she loved the sensations, which resulted from that coupling. 

Micah sat on the ground never interrupting the woman but would only occasionally nod his head in understanding. Sarah explained all the different sexual positions, which she and Luke had tried and how each position had made her feel. As she spoke, Sarah could feel herself becoming more and more excited by the sexy descriptions she was telling to Micah.

"That was very enlightening," Micah said when Sarah had finished speaking. "You and your husband have a very good attitude when it comes to sex. So many people are so inhibited that they never are able to experience new things. I see that you and Luke are not like that. I believe that I can be of some assistance to further both Luke's and your sexual boundaries. Now, I believe you deserve a reward for telling me everything you have in such a short period of time. Remove your panties and lie down upon the bench, so that I may fully give you the reward you deserve."

Sarah quickly complied with Micah's demand. She stood up from the bench and pulled down her undergarment before lying upon her back on the bench. Micah stood and unfastened his pants. He was wearing no underwear and stepped out of his jeans to position himself above the woman. She opened her legs at his approach and Micah guided his hard cock into her waiting pussy. She felt each one of the pearls, which lined the man's cock slide into her body. The man was no more than halfway in her when she came with mind boggling force. Micah did not slow for an instant but continued until he had buried his entire organ into her sheath. Rapidly the man thrust himself in and out of her opening, causing her moans to come faster and louder. Sarah could not see Micah's red eyes when she reached her third climax and he released his cum into her hungry womb. The man seemed to come for a remarkable long time, pulling back only when he had shot the last of his semen into her.

Back in the house, the telephone was ringing. It rang a full fifteen times, but there was no one there to answer it.

Micah stood up from where he had taken the woman and watched as his cum began to seep from her well fucked pussy. An evil, contented grin crossed his face as his eyes returned to deep blue, but Sarah saw nothing as she had her eyes tightly closed concentrating only on the intense feelings, which coursed through her being. Micah bent over her reclining form, and his mouth descended to cover her streaming vagina. His tongue reached far up within her as he sucked out the rich fluid, which he had deposited. As Micah ate her pussy, Sarah came another time and with a moan lost consciousness for a moment. When she came to her senses, both she and Micah were fully dressed and all memory of her recent fucking had faded from her memory.

"What happened?" a perplexed Sarah asked. "Why am I lying down?"

"Don't you remember?" Micah answered. "You felt faint and I had you lie down before you fell. I think that perhaps you are not taking good enough care of yourself, my dear lady. How well have you been eating?"

"Maybe you are right," conceded the woman, "I have been very busy and one thing and then another always seems to come up before I get something to eat. I'll take this as a warning, and I'll watch over myself better in the future."

"Good, that is what I want to hear. Now you had best get back to the house and get lunch ready. Please come again when you are able and we will talk more. I will also be talking to your husband, and I am sure that I can enlighten both of you on many different subjects."

Sarah left the barn feeling strangely uplifted, almost as if fainting had done her good. She found herself smiling and humming as she brought the baby into the kitchen to begin preparing lunch. At that moment, in her mind, everything in the world seemed to be going right.

When Amos and Luke pulled their tractors into the barn, they found Micah hard at work putting tools in place on the tool rack he had built that day. Both the men complimented Micah on his efforts and conceded that they had wanted to build something similar but had never seemed to find the time to do so. After admiring Micah's handiwork, the two men went up to the house, but in a short time Luke returned bring Micah some lunch.

"You know," Luke said, "you are welcome to eat at the table in the house."

"I know that, Luke and I thank you for the invitation, but I still have some things to sort out in my mind; however, rest assured that someday I'll take you up on your offer."

"If you don't mind me saying so, you are a strange man Micah. I've never known anyone like you."

"I've been all over this world and have seen many things. Some of those things have been very good, while other things have greatly disturbed me. If you care to listen, I am willing to tell you more about myself and my life."

"I reckon that wouldn't be a bad thing, Micah. If you're going to stay here for a spell, I had better know more about you. I'm afraid I've never known a man that wanted to close himself off from the world the way you do. I'd like to know what has caused your feelings. Your work has been first rate but to be honest with you I need to know more about you, if you are going to stay here for any length of time."

"Well spoken, Luke! How about tonight, after dinner is finished, you come down here and we talk a for a little while. I like to turn in early, as I am sure you do, but we can turn on the lights for a bit to talk."

"Speaking of which, how is the light up in the loft. Jose only put in that one light bulb. Is that enough for you?"

"Yes, it is fine as you will see when you come out tonight. I don't need much light, and like I said, I like to turn in early."

"Good, then I'll bring you supper and when we are done up at the house, I'll be down and we can talk for a spell."

"I look forward to that and perhaps before long you will know me good enough that we can consider ourselves friends, but that will be up to you to decide in due course. I know that I have several things going against me. First, I am a stranger who has suddenly shown up looking for work. Second, I have a peculiar dysfunction, which makes me feel as if I should stay here in the barn of yours. Perhaps, after we get to know each other better you will understand me and I will understand you."

"You've got yourself a deal, Micah. If there was more talking going on in this world, there would be fewer wars. People need to understand each other, and I'm willing to give it a go."

Luke left and returned to the house to finish his lunch. A half an hour later Amos and Luke returned to mount their tractors to resume their work. For the rest of the day Sarah busied herself with working around the house and in her garden until everyone started to arrive back home at the end of the day. 

Luke Jr. was the first to come home, and he ran quickly up the drive to the house. He looked over at the barn and wondered about the stranger, which everyone was talking about, but his natural curiosity was overcome by an unreasoning fear of the place. While he had never spoken to his parents about his fears, he felt he could not go near the barn. Rachel was the next to arrive at the house. She did not feel the fears, which haunted Luke Jr. and was eager to meet the mysterious stranger. Getting out of the car, she went straight to the barn and introduced herself to the man she found inside working.

Micah cordially introduced himself, but explained that he didn't think she should be there without the knowledge of Amos or Luke. Rachel laughed and told him that she was a grown woman and didn't need permission to step into anywhere on the property. 

"In that case," said Micah, "I look forward to see you again in the future, but I have feeling that Luke and Amos don't quite trust me. I very much want to keep working here, and I think your men folk would not take kindly to you being here with me alone."

"Are you some sort of terrible criminal or sex fiend?" Rachel asked laughing. "I know you were checked out by the sheriff. Still and all, if it means you might lose your job by me being here, I'll go for now, but I'll be back."

"I shall wait until that time. It was a pleasure to meet you Rachel, and I hope we can become friends in the future. I want to be very close to all your family."

"It was good meeting you and as I said, I'll be back another time."

With that the young woman turned and left the barn. She had been gone only an hour before the sound of Amos's and Luke's tractors could be heard coming into the yard toward the barn. After the men had turned off their equipment and dismounted, Micah came up to them and asked how the machines had run during the day. Both of the men replied that the tractors had run better than ever. They told Micah to keep up the good work and that he would have a permanent job if he kept the equipment in such fine running condition.

Not long after Amos and Luke went up to the house, Luke returned to the barn carrying food and drink to Micah. As Luke handed the meal to Micah they confirmed that both of them would meet later in the loft of the barn for a long talk. As Luke walked back to the house he thought that, while Micah was an odd person, he was definitely very likable. As the family sat around the dinner table, Luke explained that he was going down to the barn later to talk to Micah and get to know him better. Everyone agreed that it was a good idea for Luke to get to know more about the stranger.

"You're a good judge of character," Amos said, "and I think it is a good idea that you find out more about this feller. You get him to open up to you and tell you more about himself. I'm not sure about the man. You size him up and let us all know if he is worth letting stay on or if we should send him on his way."

"Yes, Luke let us know about him," Sarah looked over at her husband somehow feeling embarrassed. "I'm staying here all day and deserve to know."

"Sarah," replied Luke, "you're the one who took him in first, but I know what you mean. I've got some serious doubts about the man, but I've been willing to hire him on a trial basis. I'm going to let you all know what I think about this man. If he strikes me wrong, he will go down the road; if he is alright then he will continue to work for us. At any rate, I want you women folk, and you too Luke Jr. to keep away from him."

"Oh, I'd never think about going near such a mysterious man," Rachel said with seeming seriousness. "I won't go near that barn until you check him out fully, Luke."

"I don't wanna meet him at all," Luke Jr. spoke out. "Daddy, if you like him that's fine, but I'm not going near the barn."

"Why is that, son?" asked Luke.

"I can't say," Luke Jr. confessed. "Maybe because of what happened to old Jose. I don't know, but I don't wanna go there"

"We don't know what happened to Jose," Luke answered. "Sometimes folks do some mighty strange stuff. They sometimes run away, and the reason for their going isn't known to us. Just because Jose vanished suddenly isn't any reason to go fearing that barn, son. Still and all, I'll talk to the man and let you all know what I think."

"That's fair enough," replied Amos, "and don't you be spooked about Jose, Luke Jr. It is just like your daddy told you, sometimes people take it into their minds to do something and they don't never tell anyone the why or wherefore of their doing what they do. Maybe that is what Jose did."

After dinner, when the family went into the living room, Luke told them he was going down to the barn. He told Sarah not to wait up for him, as he didn't know how long his conversation with Micah would take. He also told everyone that it would take more than one talk with the man for him to make up his mind about the man's character. 

When Luke entered the barn, the lights were on and Micah stood waiting to greet him. Micah told him to thank Sarah for cooking such a good supper and pointed out the empty plate and glass, which Luke could return to the house. Micah softly laughed and invited Luke to come up to his home in the loft. Micah led the way up the ladder to the loft to be followed by Luke. 

The loft was lit by a single light bulb, and Micah indicated that Luke should sit down on the mattress, which Micah used for his bed. When Luke sat down, Micah pulled up a small stool and sat before his employer. For a moment neither man spoke a word, as they both seemed to take value of the other person.

"I welcome to my domain," Micah said at last. "I also want to thank you for you kindness for hiring me. I want you to know that I hope to live up to your full expectations. I also want to thank you for giving me this opportunity to explain my history and to give you an understanding of who I am and why I feel I need the safety of this place."

"I'll be honest with you Micah, I have serious doubts about you, but I believe a man should have an opportunity to explain himself. I also want you to know that I am not easily conned and can spot a phony a mile off, so I want you to be open and honest with me. If you do that, we will get along fine. If you don't do that, then I'll know it and it will be the open road for you."

"I appreciate your saying that," replied Micah. "It sets us off knowing where we stand. I hope that after tonight you will know a little bit more about me; however, I realize that one conversation in the night won't be enough to fully convince you about my nature. Getting to know a person takes time, but hopefully after this evening you may see me in a slightly different light."

"That is fair enough. I'm willing to let my doubts go until I hear more from you, but I want you to be open and honest with me. So, you go ahead and start telling me about yourself, and I'll be the judge."

"Very well, your Honor," Micah smiled and nodded. "I don't blame you a bit for taking that attitude. I'd do the very same thing if I were in your position."

Micah wove his story beginning with childhood days and progressed to his travels around the world. He described many of the same different cultures that he had told Sarah. As Micah spoke, Luke felt himself swept away to strange places, where the people held far different values from those which he had been caught were right. The stranger included many dark and terrible things, which he had never told to Sarah. As Luke listened, he began to understand some of the fears, which haunted Micah. Luke began to understand that the world was far different than he had previously imagined. When Micah began to describe some of the more erotic behaviors of distant people, Luke felt as if he were actually there witnessing those obscene acts. 

Luke had been raised to hold a strictly set of rules concerning right and wrong, but when Micah spoke, he began to realize that there were many sets of values in the world. As the stranger described different sexual practices, Luke began to feel his cock harden. While he was ashamed that the man's words had so influenced him, he wanted to hear more of what Micah had to say. 

Luke began to feel that this strange man was not so difficult to understand given the circumstances, which surrounded his past life. In fact, Luke began to envy the man his past experiences, with the exceptions of some of the dark and fearful things, which the man related. As Micah spoke, Luke's mind opened onto a new world of sexual pleasures, which he had never before contemplated. Luke felt the stiffness in his pants increase as Micah told him about certain strange sexual practices of people from around the globe. Luke began to feel that there was more to life, especially sexual life, than he had so far lived.

"That is some of my life's story," stated Micah. "The hour grows late and I know that you need to rise early, as do I. Perhaps, if you are willing, we will continue our conversation tomorrow. I will tell you then more about myself and maybe you will begin to tell me something about yourself."

"You are a remarkable man," Luke said. "There is no mistake in that. I think that I am beginning to understand you a lot better. You have seen things, which I didn't imagine existed and done things that I never thought could be done. I will be back tomorrow night and you can tell you more. At that time, maybe I can tell you something about myself, in as much as you have so completely opened your past life to me."

Luke left the barn with his mind filled with the erotic images, which Micah had poured into his mind. His cock was so hard it hurt as he made his way from the barn to the house where he found his wife sleeping. Inspired by the tales, which the stranger had told him, Luke woke up his wife and made passionate love to her until the wee hours of the morning. 




The Barn Ch. 06



Sarah was exhausted from the loving her husband had given her during the night, and she forced herself out of bed to fix everyone breakfast. Luke was in no better condition, as he got dressed and ready for the day's work ahead. As the family headed their various ways, the weary Luke entered the barn and got onto his tractor, while Sarah and the baby went back to bed.

During the day, Luke felt his stamina return and that evening he again took Micah dinner, to return afterward to hear more of the man's story. As Luke sat upon Micah's mattress listening to his tales of distant places, he was again swept away to feel himself actually witnessing the things, which the stranger described. While Micah spoke of many things the sexual images, which the man wove again caused Luke's cock to harden. 

Micah then asked Luke to tell about his own life, but Luke confessed that it was nowhere as exciting or daring as the stranger's. Luke told him about his roots back in the hills, which he still considered home. He told Micah about meeting Sarah and surprised himself by talking openly about their love life. He went into detail about how Sarah and he had met and the first time they had made love. Luke felt compelled to describe, in the greatest detail, the most intimate acts, which he and Sarah had engaged.

"My friend," Micah said, "and now I think of you as my friend, I think I can be of some assistance to you on broadening your sexual horizons. From what you have told me, I am very surprised that you and your wife are so opened minded. Make no mistake there is much more to life to explore than what you have so far tasted. I can give you no greater gift, for your kindness, than to increase your sexual knowledge, if you allow me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean only that, in time, sexual attraction fades if there is no other stimulus to keep it fired. I would hate to see that happen to you and your wife, my friend. Allow you to teach you some of the things, which can keep a woman satisfied throughout a relationship. Let me be your mentor in this, and by doing so, I can repay you for you many kindnesses."

"How will you do all that?" Luke said with his voice filled with suspicion. "Just what are you talking about here?" 

"Nothing that will harm either you or your lovely wife, I wish only to strengthen the bond between you and to ensure it never fades. By now you know I have great knowledge in the most intimate of acts, but let me assure you, I have no desire for your woman. I seek only to expand both of your erotic pleasures."

"Like I said," said Luke, "how will you do that?"

"I shall show you both how to achieve the most pleasure from each other. Have no fear of me. I seek only to enlighten and expand your experience. It is the least I can do to repay you.

"Tomorrow bring your wife with you when you return to talk with me, and I will guide you both to rapture."

"I don't know," Luke said. "I don't think Sarah will go for anything like you describe."

"I am only going to be your guide. What you do after you leave this barn will be totally up to the two of you. I shall instruct you on forms of lovemaking, which will delight you for all the days of your lives.

"Have faith in me. If at any point, if either you or your wife, feels uncomfortable with what takes place, you can leave; moreover, if anything I do offends either of you, I'll gladly leave. I am in your dept and I can repay it in this way if you allow me."

Everything in Luke's mind told him to reject the man's offer and to tell him to get off the property, but he also felt, from Micah's tales, that there were sexual things in life he was missing out on doing. For long moments Luke pondered Micah's offer. The battle between what Luke had been taught was right and the many fold ecstasy, which Micah had described to him fought in his mind. In the end, Luke nodded his head and told Micah that the next night he would try to bring Sarah to the loft.

"Keep in mind," Luke firmly said, "that if she doesn't like anything you say, we'll leave, and I will hold you to your word to leave the place."

"That my friend, is fair enough, and I will look forward to seeing you both here tomorrow night."



The Barn Ch. 07



To all appearances the sun came up in the normal fashion, and the day progressed in its usual manner. After Sarah and Rachel fixed the family breakfast, Luke and Amos left to be about their work in the fields, while a short time later Rachel and Luke Jr. left for their respective schools. Sarah went about her chores and took the baby outside with her as she busied herself by working in her garden. 

The flower border around the garden was in full bloom, and she busied herself planting other flowers, which would bloom after the first plants had faded. The official start of summer was rapidly approaching and already the family had fresh vegetables reaped from her small plot. She was very happy with how her efforts were being rewarded and looked forward to continuing to harvest her garden's bounty throughout the summer and into the fall.

She paid a short visit to the barn to make sure that Micah was doing well, before returning to the house to fix lunch. In the early afternoon one of her church friends stopped by to pick her and the baby up to take them to the church for a planning session about the upcoming start of summer party. Just about everything was ready for the church event, including food, drinks, entertainment, and even designated babysitters. For over the past month, after Pastor Howard had finished his Sunday sermon, he would invite everyone in the congregation to the event. 

"Make sure that all of you come, because this is going to be something to remember," Pastor Bob would tell his flock, "and make sure to invite your friends that aren't members of the church party. Once they see how much fun we have, I'm sure that they will want to join with us on a regular basis. When they see the joy that we experience and feel the spirit moving through us, they will be beating down the doors of this church to join us."

Sarah returned home late in the afternoon and quickly began fixing supper for her family. She thought about how much fun everyone would have at the upcoming party and how the event would allow Micah to meet people, which would probably help him overcome his reluctance to leave the barn. Luke Jr. returned from school all excited about having received an A on one of his tests. Sarah took his test paper and posted it on the refrigerator.

"Now you just keep up that good work and you are going to grow up to be someone rich and famous," Sarah beamed at the boy as she hugged and kissed him. "You have a good mind and a lot of talent."

Rachel returned from college almost as excited as Luke Jr. had been. She couldn't wait to tell Sarah about how Mark had invited her to dine out that coming Saturday and to go to a movie afterward. Sarah laughed and told her sister that courting could be a lot of fun, but cautioned her, with a wink, not to put the cart before the horse and to make sure Mark behaved himself. 

"Sarah," Rachel slyly grinned, "you aren't going to tell me that you and Luke didn't fool around before you got married?"

"I'm just reminding you to watch your step, little sister. You don't want to have big belly when you walk down the aisle, do you?"

"Oh, Sarah!" gasped Rachel. "You should know me better than that!"

"I do, but I also know that sometimes people get carried away and think that being engaged is the same thing as being married, which it isn't."

"Okay, your kind words of wisdom have been taken to heart, and I will be a very good girl and will make Mark be a very good boy. There does that satisfy you?"

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't get hurt."

"I know that," Rachel said hugging her sister, "and I appreciate it. I really do, you don't have to worry about me."

Just before the sun went down, Amos and Luke drove their tractors into the yard and into the barn. A short while later they entered the house. Luke kissed his wife and listened to her describe how the events of her day had gone, while Amos went to clean himself up for dinner. Luke called his son into the kitchen and made a big display of about the test paper hanging on the refrigerator.

"You know, you keep up that kind of work in school and you're going to end up a rocket scientist."

"Aw, I don't want to be a scientist," the boy groaned, "I want to be a farmer like you!"

"Then, I guess if you keep getting grades like that, you are going to be one of the best farmers that ever was in the whole world!"

"Pa, you and Great Grandpa are the best farmers and anyone that says different has got to answer to me."

A few moments later Amos came into the kitchen and Luke went to wash up before supper. Shortly after Luke returned, Sarah said that everyone had better get up to the table because the food was ready.

"I'll take Micah his dinner and I'll be right back," Luke told his wife. Sarah fixed Micah a plate of food and a large glass of cold cider. 

Through the deepening twilight Luke walked to the barn where he found Micah closing up the hood to one of the tractors. Micah greeted him and said that the food, which Luke brought him smelled good.

"Well, here you go Micah," Luke handed the plate and glass to Micah. "I'll be back after awhile to pick up the dishes."

"You haven't forgotten what we discussed last night have you?" asked Micah. 

"No, but I haven't said anything to Sarah about it. You just eat up and I'll have a talk to my wife and see if she wants to sit in on our conversation."

"I can hardly wait to get at that food. I look forward to seeing you later."

Luke returned to the dinner table and dinner followed the normal routine. Much of the conversation surrounded the upcoming church party. After the meal was finished everyone helped clear the table, while Rachel and Sarah began to do the dishes. 

"I'll run down and get Micah's dishes," Luke said. "It wouldn't do to leave them for later."

As Luke returned to the barn he felt serious reservations about including his wife in the coming night's talk with Micah. While he couldn't put his finger on any specific thing, he felt uneasy about the entire idea of having his wife accompany him that night. Luke thought that the man's strange insistence on staying exclusively to the area of the barn might be a sign of a serious mental disorder and that having his wife close to a man who might have such a problem would be a mistake.

"Luke, please tell Sarah that the food was excellent, as always," Micah said giving him the empty plate and glass. "That was a wonderful meal."

"I will tell her, but I don't know if she will be back down with me later."

"That would be unfortunate. I was truly looking forward to seeing her and talk with the both of you, but I understand. A farm wife has many tasks, and I am sure she wants to turn in early; however, if both of you can spare me a little while, I am sure that both of you would benefit from it. I can assure you that if anything is said, which makes you uncomfortable we will stop then and there. My friend, I have only your best interests at heart. Talk over things with your wife and let her decide."

Luke suddenly felt that letting Sarah decide whether or not to come down and talk to Micah would be a good idea. It seemed that Micah was really trying to help and perhaps it would be worth it for Sarah to hear what the man had to say. Luke looked at Micah for a moment before nodding and turning to return to the house with dishes. 

When Luke entered the kitchen he found Sarah alone drying the last of the dishes. She smiled as Luke entered and took the dirty dishes from him. "You're just in time. I was about to let out the water." 

In a few moments she washed Micah's dishes and started wiping them dry. Luke watched her for awhile before getting up nerve to tell her about Micah's invitation to come down to the barn that night.

"Micah has asked me to invite you down to the barn tonight to talk for awhile with us," Luke told her expecting her to refuse outright.

"That would be nice," Sarah's reply came as a surprise to Luke, "I've been wondering what you two have been talking about down there. So when is all this talking going to take place?"

"I guess anytime you want after the children are asleep."

"The baby is sound asleep and Rachel took her up to bed. Luke Jr. will be going to bed before long. He is going to read for a bit and then go to sleep. So, I guess we are free to go anytime. I'll ask Rachel to keep an ear out, in case the baby wakes up, so I don't see any problem."

"Alright, I'll just go and tell Grandpa we are going down to see Micah for a bit and not to wait up for us."

Luke went into the living room where he found Luke Jr. hugging Amos goodnight. The boy ran over to his father, who kissed him and told him to go into the kitchen to his mother. After the lad left the room Luke told Amos that he and his wife were going down to the barn for little while. Amos arched his eyebrows at his grandson's announcement.

"What's up, boy?" Amos asked. "What's the idea of taking Sarah down to talk to this stranger?"

"I just want her to get to know him a bit better, that's all Grandpa."

"Well, why does it have to be in the middle of the night? Something about that man just doesn't sit well on my mind."

"I've talked to him and he is harmless enough. I just want him to get to know us, and I hope to take you down some evening to talk with him."

"I'll do my talkin' during the day time, and that's not a bad idea for you and Sarah to follow. We have to git up plenty early. Don't let this feller go flim-flaming you. I don't trust him a whole lot. Take what he has to say on face value."

"Don't worry, Grandpa," Luke replied, "I'll watch out for Sarah and all the family. There isn't anyone that can pull anything over my eyes, but the only way for Micah to get to know us is for us to talk to him."

"It ain't natural for a feller to coop himself up the way this guy does. You keep your eyes wide open, and don't let him fill your mind with any tomfool ideas."

"I won't, Grandpa. Don't you worry any on that account. You turn in when you want, and we'll be back in a bit."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. Listen to your grandpappy and keep both eyes wide open."

At that moment Sarah entered the room accompanied by Luke Jr. She announced that she was going to tuck in Luke Jr. and Luke told her he would be up in a moment. Luke turned back to his grandfather and assured him that everything would be for the best. Then, Luke went upstairs to help Sarah tuck their son into bed.

When Sarah and Luke came downstairs Amos said goodnight to them and watched them leave the house. Amos shook his head as he watched the pair go down to the barn. While Amos could not put words to his feelings, he felt that something was terribly wrong about Micah. True the man seemed friendly enough, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of some indescribable wrongness about the man. Amos reached over for the family bible and began to read scripture.

"What all does Micah want to talk to us about," Sarah asked as she and her husband walked to the barn. "He seems like such a strange man."

"He is strange and there is no mistaking that, but he has traveled all around the world. I think he wants to tell us both something of his travels."

"We haven't done a lot of traveling, except crossing the country, and I'd like to hear something about other places," Sarah replied.

As the pair entered the barn they found Micah waiting for them. He smiled and jokingly welcomed them to his abode. He invited them up to his "room" in the loft and waited until the two had ascended the ladder before following them.

"Thank you for coming down and easing my loneliness," Micah said as he directed them to take a seat upon the mattress, which was his bed. "I wish I felt able to come up to the house, but I am sure that will happen in time."

"You know you are welcome to come up and meet the whole family some evening," Luke assured him.

"That's right," added Sarah. "We would like to have you come up and visit us sometime."

"That I'll do all in good course but for now, allow me this short while to talk with you both and to share with you some of my exploits. I want to repay the two of you for your kindness and cannot think of any better way to do that at the moment."

Micah pulled up his stool before the couple and began to talk to them. For awhile they exchanged small talk about each of their lives and their hopes for the future. Micah listened intently as Luke described what it was like to be a farmer.

"To tell you the truth," Micah told the pair, "while I have done a lot of things, I have had almost no experience farming. I guess the closest I came to doing that was helping out work some rice paddies on a small island off China."

Micah then told them about different places that he had visited and as he spoke, his voice took on a hypnotic quality. Soon Luke and Sarah felt that they were actually with Micah as he visited a strange tribe living far up the Amazon River. They watched as the members of the tribe, both men and women, danced naked around a large bonfire. Drums made out of hollowed logs beat wildly as voices lifted to the night sky chanting in an erotic rhythm, the words of which they could not understand. 

"There are people in this world who do not look on sex as something sinful, which should only take place in secret. Some people, like those in the tribe I've been telling you about, look at sex as a gift. They are not ashamed of their bodies or having intimate relations with each other. Although it may amaze you there is no jealousy among the members of that tribe. 

"Civilized man has taken the sexual act and everything associated with it and labeled it forbidden. By repressing the natural urges, which men and women have, society has led its members down the road of guilt and shame. What guilt should there be for a man to make love to a woman or for a woman to make love to a man? To experience the joys of sex is one of the reasons why men and women were put upon this world. Everyone should enjoy lovemaking to the fullest without any stigma attached to what they choose to do. Do you agree with that?"

"I guess, in general I can agree to that," Luke replied.

"Me too," Sarah softly said, her voice hardly more than a whisper. 

"Good, then perhaps I may guide you to the enjoyment both of you deserve," Micah smiled. "I think I can reinforce and intensify your experiences."

"I think Sarah and I do fine in the lovemaking department."

"Luke is the best lover any woman could ever want," Sarah grabbed her husband's strong arm and smiled up at him. "I don't think anything could make things better than they all ready are between us."

"Have faith in me," Micah held up his hand. "Before this night is done both of you will expand your knowledge of lovemaking in ways you never imagined. Have no fear, if anything I say or do gives you offence, I will stop and forever leave. Is that agreeable?"

"I don't know," Luke felt reluctant to allow events progress any further. "What do you think Sarah?"

"I guess it might not be too bad if we hear the man out a ways. We can always cut him off if we don't like what he says."

"Then, if Sarah is willing, I listen to what you have to say."

Back in the house the phone rang and Amos answered it. The man at the other end of the line asked if he had reached the Clayton residence. 

"Please listen to what I've got to say. My name is Howard Wright and years ago I was a member of the Winslow cult, but I left that cult. Winslow sent something terrible after me and it was only by luck I escaped."

"I don't hold to such things," Amos growled, "I think you had best not bother us anymore."

"I won't bother you again," the man answered, "but if you notice strange things happening around the barn please call Dr. Thaddeus Orion. He is an expert in such things and has helped me. He is a physiatrist and knows about such things."

"Well, I reckon you need to talk more to him. Don't call anymore."

"Please just take down his number and if you notice anything odd, give him a call. In the name of God, please do that if not for me then for yourself and your family."

For reasons, which Amos could never explain he took down the number of the physiatrist before hanging up on the man. Amos shook his head but placed the paper on which he had written the phone number as a bookmark in the bible before going to bed.

"I feel that the two of you are more open minded to different sexual matters than most of your neighbors who probably only make love once a month and then in only the missionary position," Micah said to Sarah and her husband. "I imagine that you have experimented with some of the more advance lovemaking techniques and that those experiments have helped to enrich your intimate lives. 

"When you are able to cast aside your inhibitions and allow yourselves to embrace your inner lusts then you will find indescribable sexual fulfillment. Both of you need to listen closely to me and do exactly as I tell you. I will lead you to the realm of lust and enjoyment, which you both deserve. Listen and do as I say, okay?"

Both Sarah and Luke felt as if they were sinking into warm, deep water, which caused their skin to tingle and their nerves to pulse with anticipation. Micah stared into the couple's eyes, one after the other until he was sure they were ready for the next step.

"Luke, I want you to kiss your wife. Yes, that's a good start, but now I want you to give her a real kiss, which will show her your passion and your love for her. That was much better, Luke. Now kiss along her neck and bite gently upon her right ear lobe. Good, good, you progress nicely. Kiss along her throat to her left ear lobe, only this time, I want you to lightly suck upon it. Use your tongue to play over it and as you do that bring your left hand up to caress her right breast. 

"No don't look up at me. Trust me in this for I am your guide. I have seen many things in this world and you do not have to be afraid of me being present to aid you in this experience. 

"Now, Luke take Sarah's breast in your hand. Now kiss your wife again long and hard. Move your other hand up to fondle her other breast. Continue to kiss her as you move your hands away from her breasts and begin to undo the buttons of her shirt. Don't hesitate, what goes on here will stay strictly between us. You both will find that your sexual enjoyment is greatly intensified by knowing there is someone guiding and watching you.

"That's good, Luke. Now pull her shirt from her and take off her bra, as you do that make sure to suck upon her left ear lobe. Ease the bra away from her. 

"No Sarah, you must not try to cover yourself. This is something you want to do to please your husband. Let him see those beautiful breasts of yours. Put your hands under your breasts and offer them up to your husband.

"Luke sit back and look down at your wife's breasts. Do you not think they are marvelous?"

"They are wonderful," Luke's voice was husky and filled with growing desire. "I love her breasts."

"That's how it should be, but for now don't call them breasts. That is too clinical a term for the intimacy we are trying to achieve. Remember, we are by ourselves and this a special night of sexual enjoyment. Call her breasts tits, Luke. Tell your wife how much you love her tits."

"Darling, your tits put the sunrise and sunset to shame they are so beautiful."

"Excellent, Luke you are a poet. Now perform poetry with your mouth and suck deep upon each of your wife's tits. Suck as if you are trying to bring forth her hot milk then shower her tits with kiss after kiss.

"Yes, Sarah that is right. Hold the back of Luke's head as he drinks from your nipples. Remember, he is doing this because he loves you and finds you very sexually attractive. Feel the sensations his sucking causes. Allow those sensations to flow from your tits throughout your body. 




The Barn Ch. 07



"Kiss Sarah again on the mouth and let your tongue find hers. She will want to savor the flavor of your tongue. Now, help her to rise and remove her dress. Good, pull it all the way down so that she may step out of it and once she is free of it, pull down her cotton panties and remove them.

"No, do not pause either of you. You are about to cross over into a wonderland of delight and if you stop now, you will never understand what it is to give free reign to your sexual beings. Remember, I am your guide and to find full enjoyment you must do as I say.

"That is much better, although Sarah, don't try to hide yourself. Your husband is rightly proud of his wife's secret beauty, and you should feel honored by such pride. Does it not feel very sexy to stand exposed naked to us both?"

"I am embarrassed," blushed Sarah.

"That is natural, but it is also very exciting for you too isn't it?

"Yes, it is."

"Don't you find your wife very exciting, Luke?'

"Very!"

"Sarah move your legs further apart. You have a nice, full bush of hair between your legs, and I'm sure Luke wants to see the crack that lies hidden beneath it. Not too far apart Sarah but just enough to give a hint at what Luke will see further in a short time. 

"Luke kiss her at the top of her slit and as you do so run your hands up and down her outer legs. Wonderful! Now lick the top of her slit as you move your hands along the insides of her legs. Move your hands all the way up to the top of the thighs and all the way down to her feet. Continue moving your hands, while you lick her pussy.

"Sarah, allow the feeling Luke is giving you to course through all your being. Rub your breasts and squeeze your nipples. Luke's tongue is building a sexual fire, which is engulfing you, and you must allow yourself to go with that feeling.

"The time has come to help Sarah lie down on the mattress, Luke. Ease her down and take off her shoes. Pull her legs far apart so that you can feast your eyes upon her sex. Excellent, now I want you to stand at the end of the bed looking at her pussy, while you take off your own clothing until you are totally naked.

"Sarah, see how Luke devours you with his eyes while he removes his clothes. Do you see how fast he is moving? That is because he is so eager for you. Does he not have such strong arms and chest? There is not a once of fat upon him. Look at the length and hardness of his manhood, of his cock. You are a very lucky woman.

"Luke lie down with your wife, kiss her, feel her tits, feel her inner thighs, rub your fingers in the moisture of her pussy. Sarah, show how much you love Luke by returning his passion with your kisses, while you run your fingers through his hair with one hand and use your other hand to stroke up and down the hardness of his cock.

"You two are born lovers. I know you are further excited knowing I am here watching your every move. Keep doing as you are doing for a few moments longer. I can sense your desires and growing need. 

"The time has come try something else. Luke, I want you to move so that you are above Sarah with your head facing her pussy. I want you down to lower your head to her pussy and let your tongue enter her waiting hole. Once you have done that, suck upon her inner lips, one after the other, before seeking out the clitty. You do that nicely keep it up and now suck upon her clit, while you let your tongue dance all over it.

"Sarah, take Luke's hardness in your mouth and suck deep upon it. Allow your tongue to play all over the head of his cock. Now let your tongue play with the slit in the end of his cock. Do your best to try to fit your tongue up that tiny slit. That's right! Well done! Now suck him into you mouth, relaxing your throat as you take him deeper and deeper. Oh, Sarah you have almost three quarters of his cock in your mouth. Continue I know you can take more! That right, just a bit more. There you have it all. 

"Luke show Sarah your gratitude by dashing your tongue all over her clit as hard as you can, while you take one of your fingers and penetrate her pussy hole. Move your finger rapidly in and out of her body. Now insert another finger. Move your fingers in and out, while at the same time you begin to wiggle them around inside her."

Sarah moaned around Luke's cock and suddenly moved so that his cock fell from her lips. She gasped and groaned as she came with tremendous force, her hips bucking uncontrollably and her body shaking. Micah instructed Luke to push yet another finger into the cumming woman, which seemed to cause Sarah to climax to even further heights. After what seemed liked minutes, Sarah went limp beneath Luke.

"Sarah has reached sexual satisfaction Luke, you may stop now. In a short while she will need further attention from you, but for now it would be best if you cuddle up next to her and shower her with kisses."

It was a full five minute before Sarah could compose herself to the point where she could return Luke's embraces. She contentedly moaned as Luke kissed her and reached out to take his cock in her hand.

"The time has come to mount your wife and fuck her. Sarah get up on your knees and arms so that Luke can fuck you from behind. There is something very animalistic about fucking in what is known as the doggie style. For one thing, the man is able to enter the woman's pussy very far in that position and for another thing the man's weigh is not on the woman. For me it will have another benefit for I will be able to see clearly Luke's cock going in and out as he fucks you, Sarah.

"She is now in position. Luke move yourself behind your wife and align you cock with the hole of her pussy. I want you to slowly to thrust yourself forward until only the head of your cock enters her. That's right! Now repeat that a few times, before going further into her pussy. Shove more of your hardness into her again and again until you can fit no more of your cock into her. Good, you are all the way in her pussy. Now fuck her hard and fast while I watch you please her.

Micah watched Luke fuck Sarah. He saw Luke's wet cock plunge repeatedly back and forth. Sarah loudly moaned with each thrust and soon Luke's organ began to be coated with white foam as Sarah came around his piston-like cock. Micah smiled at the fucking couple and removed his pants.

"Now comes the final act of the night. Continue to fuck her while I bring my cock to her mouth for her to suck. Do not worry about the bumps, which cover my cock, they are the result on an initiation rite from a South Seas tribe. Know always that Sarah loves only you. What I am about to do will not harm that love but it will cause both of you to feel sexual release such as you have never before felt in your lives.

"Sarah, take my cock into your mouth and suck deep upon it. Luke, never before has Sarah had a man enter her at both ends of her body. She is experiencing the fullness of her sexuality. Look at my cock going in and out of her mouth and see what I saw as she sucked you."

For a brief instant Luke wanted to strike out at Micah but something in the strange man's voice calmed his anger. Luke began to feel a growing lust, such as he had never felt before in all his life flow over him. Sarah came again but her moans were muffled by Micah's hardness in her mouth. Luke felt as if his cock was expanding beyond anything he had ever imagined, and he roared aloud his lust as he pumped his wife full of cum. At the same moment Micah cried aloud and shot his sperm into the throat of the cumming woman. Try as she might, Sarah could not swallow all of Micah's cum and some of it escaped to dribble down her chin to fall upon the mattress.

When neither man could cum anymore they pulled free of the gasping woman. Luke and Sarah collapsed upon the bed, while Micah pulled on his trousers and took his place upon the bench. He grinned evilly at the pair, watching them as they moved together to hug and kiss in the afterglow of the moment.

"Tell me," Micah said, "was that not all I promise you?"

"It was," panted Sarah. "That was the best sex I have ever had."

"I have to admit," Luke answered as he gave Sarah her clothes and began to put on his own things, "I never imagined sex could be that intense. I guess we should thank you. I think it is time for us to get back up to the house."

As Sarah and Luke walked up to the barn they felt as if they were naughty school children who had done something bad and had gotten away with it. In the barn, Micah watched them go and his eyes glowed as if they were on fire.



The Barn Ch. 08



Sarah and Luke awoke early the next morning before the other members of the family and made wild love. Their experiences of the night before were fresh and clear in their minds and images of those events fired their lusts. While their lovemaking was brief, it was very intense, and they got out of bed feeling as if a new sexual world had been opened to them. 

Their passion was did not go unnoticed by the rest of the family as the couple hugged and kissed at every opportunity before Luke had to leave to resume his tasks in the fields. Amos was surprised at the open display of affection, which the pair demonstrated before the entire family. It was very unusual for the Luke and Sarah to carry on in such a manner in front of the rest of the clan. Luke Jr. moaned about all the mushing stuff his parents were doing, while Rachel merely smiled and thought that such romance was soon to be hers once she and Mark were married.

Every evening during the following week Luke and Sarah would go down to the barn to visit Micah and would only return to the house late in the night. Amos wondered at what the three people were talking about for so long every night.

"What can you be talking to this Micah so much about?" Amos asked his grandson. "Seems to me that you must have jawed about everything in God's creation by now." 

"We're just telling him about ourselves and he is telling us about himself and his travels. Don't worry Grandpa, we'll have you down to the barn with us before long," Luke answered his grandfather's questioning. "This Micah knows a lot of stuff and he is just about the most interesting person I've ever met."

"I told you once, boy," Amos reminded Luke, "not to let this feller con you none. Don't take his words to heart. I've lived a while in my time and I know more than a little about people. This feller just don't seem right, and you'd be well served to take my advice. I don't know what he is up to, but mark my words, it ain't anything good."

"Grandpa, Micah has only all our welfare as his first consideration, I'm sure of that. Our talks with him are helping Sarah and I understand one another in a way we never had before."

"That may seem fine to you, but the two of you are carrying on like lovesick kids. I don't know if all this kissin' and feelin' you two have been doing in front of everyone is good. Why, I even saw you and Sarah feelin' each others privates. True I stepped in on you two while you were busy with the dishes, but still and all there is a proper time and place for such carryings on. I mean, what if Luke Jr. or even Rachel saw you two like I did? What would they think?"

"They would probably think that Sarah and I love each other very much; however, we will be more careful in the future. I am sorry if we offended you."

"It ain't that," Amos shook his head, "It's just that I'm having a hard time getting my mind around the change in you and Sarah since you've been going down to that barn at night."

"Don't worry about it, Grandpa," Luke assured Amos. "Micah has helped Sarah and me a lot and I'm sure that he will be glad to help you too."

"I don't need no help. I'm fine as I am, and you and Sarah were fine too until you met up with this feller."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Luke said in a low voice, "but give Micah a chance to talk with you and you will see things differently. He is a good man and wants only to help all of us."

"Well, I've said my piece, and you had best heed my word; however, it is your life, just be careful about how you live it."

The weekend came and Rachel went out on her date with Mark. She returned from her night out happy and filled with excitement. She described to the family where Mark had taken her and how the evening had been one of the best of her life.

The following weekend was to be the church party and members of the church showed up all through the week to help with the decorating of the barn. During that time, Micah was introduced to everyone and it seemed that he captivated every person he met, with the exception of Amos, who remained suspicious and aloof. While Amos helped every day to make the barn ready for the party, he stayed distant from Micah. No matter how hard Micah tried to win over Amos he could not overcome the old farmer's mistrust. Micah could not understand how the old, hardy, farmer could resist his will.

Two days before the party, Luke Jr. became sick and had a high fever. His parents made sure he stayed in bed and ensured he was well tended for during his illness. The following day Amos came down with similar symptoms, and while he protested, Luke, Sarah, and Rachel insisted that he too recover by having plenty of bed rest. Both Luke Jr. and Amos complained that would miss the church party if they were confined to bed, but the rest of the family insisted that the first priority should be on the two recovering fully and not spreading there illness to the congregation.

Amos had few sick days during his lifetime and it was with the greatest of reluctance that he took to his bed. He felt that it was his duty to lead the family and he do that best by being up working everyday. However, he had to admit that he felt terrible and that the care, which Rachel and Sarah gave him was very welcome both to his body and his soul.

The party took place that Saturday and members of the church party committee began to arrive early that morning to prepare the tables and food. Around noon the rest of the congregation and their guests began to arrive. 

Amos looked out one of the windows on the second story of the house to see the people arriving. As the cars began to fill the driveway of the farm, the party got into full swing. There were two types of entertainment, one for the children and one for the adults. There were three legged races, spoon holding egg in the mouth races and bobbing for apples; in addition, several members of the congregation formed a band and were playing country and western music.

"I wanna go out there and have fun too," Luke Jr. said as he came up behind his great grandfather and looked out on the festivities. "Everyone is having all the fun and I gotta stay here in the house. It isn't fair!"

"Darn right it isn't fair," Amos told the boy, "but that's how it is in life. I don't like missin' out on all the goings on either. You and me gotta think of those other people down there too. We don't want them to git sick the way we are, do we?"

"No, I don't want that, but it sure is hard not being down there with my friends."

"I know that," Amos smiled at the lad, "but there will be other parties. Don't fret none. You'll have lots of fun in the times ahead. The most important thing now is for us both to git over what we have and git feelin' normal like. Now, you git back to bed, and I'm goin' to do the same."

"Okay, if you say so, but I don't like it at all," Luke Jr. said. "It just isn't right for everyone to feel so good while I feel so bad."

"I know just how you feel," Amos assured his great grandson, "I'm thinkin' the same exact thing, but the best place for us both is in our beds. Your folks left little Eve in her playpen, and I gotta check on her first. Come on, I'll git you back to bed and then check on the baby."

Amos saw the boy back to bed and tucked him under the covers with comforting words. He then went and checked on the baby and found that she needed her diaper changed. Amos had changed hundreds of diapers in his life time and quickly got the job done and gave the baby her bottle before going to his bedroom. He left the door to his room open to hear the baby or Luke Jr. if they made any noise.

Down at the party, Luke and Sarah were introducing Micah to everyone in between the party's events. When Micah was introduced to Pastor Bob he warmly shook the man's hand and began to talk religion. While most of the people went out to take part in the party event, Micah stayed in the barn and helped to prepare the food.

Around two o'clock that afternoon the food was served. Everything came to a standstill while the people formed a line at the side of the main table. Table and chairs were set up in the barn for people to sit while they ate their meals. After everyone was seated, Micah went from table to table, making sure that he talked to every man, woman, and child. 

The creature that was Micah had gained great strength consuming the sexual energy, which had flowed so freely around it during the last several months. Micah reached out his will and took control of everyone at the party. As the demon felt the party goers fall under his spell it knew that its goal was in sight.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon Amos again went to the window to look out on the party. What he saw surprised him. Looking out from the window he saw all the minor children sitting in an area just to the side of the barn, while the designated babysitters slow walked around them. The sitters soon sat down among their charges and all the children sat silently. 

Amos knew almost everything there was to know about kids. He knew that children have an explosive amount of energy and that it was unnatural for an entire group of kids to sit silent for any length of time. Yet as he looked down upon the youngsters, he did not see one child fidget or move. Looking over at the barn Amos saw the doors where closed tight. The hairs at the back of Amos's neck stood up as he realized that something very strange was taking place.

A foreboding feeling came over Amos as he looked down upon the scene before him. He rapidly went to check on Eve and Luke Jr. and then went dressed. He went downstairs and made his way through the house and outside. He went first to the doors of the barn, but found them locked tight from the inside. He moved through the children at the side of the barn as he made his way to the barn's side door. As he moved through the seated children, not one of them looked up at him, but rather they all stared straight ahead. He tried to talk to a few of the kids, but received no response. 

When Amos reached the side door of the barn, he found it barred; however, he knew that the bar to the door was light, and with the help of his pocket knife, he was able to lift the bar. He slowly pulled the door open but stopped when it was only partially cracked.

The sight, which met his eyes, caused Amos to suddenly stop in his efforts to open the door. Inside the barn an orgy was going taking place. Everyone, from 89 year old Mrs. Keller to 19 year old Tom Baker, was naked and performing some sort of sexual act. As Amos looked into the barn he saw Sarah fucked by Howard Tate, while Luke was getting his cock sucked by Mrs. Burns. Throughout the barn it seemed as if everyone was engaged in fucking or sucking. Micah stood on a platform at the back of the barn and before him knelt the pastor's wife who had her mouth rapped firmly around the man's hard sex. 

"The time has come," Amos heard Pastor Bob as he saw the minister move to stand next to Micah, "for the ceremony to begin."

The group moved to gather before the platform where the pastor and Micah stood. The pastor's wife pulled back from Micah's cock and joined the rest of the people. Amos saw clearly that everyone in the barn appeared to have glazed over eyes. He had never seen such a thing, and the sight sent chills down his spine.

"Beloved," Pastor Bob said in loud voice, "we are gathered here in the sight of the might Micah to join together these gathered folk in binding matrimony. Each one of you shall come forth as I say the words and take our Master's holy cock into your mouths. 

"I call forth my dear wife Mrs. Bob Howard. Step forward my love and do that which I have watched you do for the last few minutes. Allow me to give my wife freely over to the Master who will guide and protect us in all the days ahead.

"Hold Micah's hand as I say the words, my dearest. Do you Amy Howard take Micah to be you lord and master for the rest of your life? Do you promise to be his wife-whore and to obey him and allow him to have and to hold you from this day forth?"

"I do," Amy Howard replied as she sank to her knees before Micah, "I open my mouth and body to my Master knowing that the pleasure I give him will be returned a thousand fold in the days that are to come."

Mrs. Howard took Micah's stiff member into her mouth and sucked greedily upon its richness. Her husband, the pastor, nodded his approval as he watched his wife eagerly devouring the Master's cock. After a few minutes the pastor told her to move away so that another could take her place.

Amos felt the urge to rush in and stop what was happening, but everyone seemed ready to accept Micah as their Master. He stood helpless as all the women, including Sarah and Rachel, were pledged to Micah. As each woman spoke her devotion the men in the group stood watching as they stroked their hard shafts. Even Amos's friend eighty seven years old Tad Miller stood rubbing his stiff cock, which Tad had told Amos had not worked properly for twenty two years.

When the women were all pledged to Micah, the pastor called the men to stand forth. Every man reached out and shook Micah's hand as the pastor spoke his obscene words.

"As you stand before our Master, are you prepared to take him into your heart and soul? Do you promise to give freely your sex and devotion to him from this day forth? Do you give up your rights as husbands, boyfriends or otherwise unto him for all the days of your lives?"

In horror Amos watched as each man present, including Luke and Mark, promised themselves to Micah. After each man pledged his allegiance, they knelt before their Master to take his mighty shaft into their mouths. 

The sight sickened Amos, but he realized that to try and break up the orgy was foolhardy. As silently as possible he closed the door and made his way back up to the house, where he was met by Luke Jr.

"Can I go out and play with everyone. If you are well enough to go and have fun, then I am too!"

"I didn't have any fun," Amos told his great-grandson. "You just git back to bed, because there ain't no fun going on worth to be had by you or me; so you just git along and git into bed."

"Aw, it just is not fair," the boy said as he made his way back upstairs to his room. Amos watched him go before he sat down in his chair to think over what he had seen and how to deal with the orgy, which was taking place in the barn. For awhile Amos felt overwhelmed by everything, which he had seen and heard, and he sat staring into space. For the first time in his life he did not know how to solve the problem before him. He sat thinking and thinking until he remembered the strange phone call he had received from the man who had been a follower of Winston Winslow. Amos recalled that he had written down a number of someone the man had told him to call, but he could not remember what he did with the number.

Try as Amos might he could not remember the name of the caller or the person the man had told him to call if anything strange happened. In the end Amos reached for the Good Book for inspiration and breathing a prayer opened the bible hoping that God would guide him through the divine scripture.

"Praise the Lord," Amos gasped as he saw the paper he had been looking for fall from his bible. "Thank you God for guiding me in this time of need."

Amos picked up the paper and read what he had written, the name and phone number of the physiatrist the Howard Wright had said to contact if anything unusual took place. Feeling that discovering the paper was divine providence, Amos when to the phone and dialed the number of the physiatrist. In his heart he was afraid that because it was the weekend and late on a Saturday that he would get no answer to his call.

"This is Doctor Orion's answering service," a female voice answered after the phone five rings. "Please state the nature of your call."

"My name is Amos Clayton, and I was told by a man named Howard Wright to call the doctor if anything strange happen at my place," replied Amos. "I need some help, and I need it right away. Please tell Dr. Orion that I called and need him to git back to me.

"I will do that sir," the woman said, "Please give me your phone number and the doctor will get back to you as soon as possible."

Amos told the woman his number and after she had thanked him, she again assured him that the doctor would be in contact with him at the earliest moment. Amos hung up feeling that it might take until the following week before he heard from the doctor. For almost two hours Amos sat wondering what he should do next. Often he would get up and look out the window of the house at the barn, but each time he looked he saw that nothing had changed. 

Finally Amos made up his mind and went to the closet and brought out his shotgun. He rummaged around in the top of the closet until he found his buckshot shells and loaded his gun. Amos felt that something had to be done and it appeared that only buckshot and blood would stop what was taking place in the barn. 

As Amos turned strengthening himself to go and intervene with the unholy activities, which were happening, the phone rang. The sudden ringing of the phone caused Amos to jump, and he put down his gun to answer the telephone.

"Hello," Amos said after he lifted the phone to his ear, "this is the Clayton residence."

"Hello, are you Mr. Amos Clayton?" a deep, rich voice answered him.

"Yes, I am. Are you Dr. Orion?"

"I am indeed. My service called saying that you were in need of assistance," the doctor said. "Please tell me, in brief what is happening."

Amos hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words, before launching into a full description of the events, which he had saw. The doctor asked him to describe Micah and to tell him how long he had been living in the barn. The doctor then asked him if the children at the party were still outside the barn. Amos told the doctor to wait a moment while he checked and returned to reply that all the minor children were still sitting outside.

"It's the darnest thing I've ever seen," Amos told Dr. Orion. "They've been sitting there for hours without moving."

"That is good," the doctor said his voice filled with relief. "You are about three hours away from where I am. I need you to take all the children into your house and guard them with your life. Don't let anyone from the barn come to get them. They and your family are in terrible danger. I will get there as soon as I can but until that time your first thoughts must be to keep the people from the barn from coming into your house and taking any of the children away from there. That includes the members of your own family that are in the barn."

"What's going on and who is this Micah?" Amos asked. "I've seen things today that I never thought would ever happen."

"Mr. Clayton," the doctor said, "I will explain more when I get there but for now know that this Micah seeks only to do evil to you and your family. He cannot leave the barn, but he may seek to have others come out and take the children. No matter what, you must protect the children."

"Alright," Amos spoke somberly, "just git here as soon as ever you can. I don't want to hurt anyone, especially my kinfolk, but there is evil going on here. I'll do the best I can to keep the kids safe."

"That is all anyone can ask," the doctor assured him. "I will be there within three hours. Lock your doors and don't open them until you see me arrive."

The doctor hung up and Amos moved when out to gather the children into the safety of the house. At first Amos could not get any of the children to listen to him. Luke Jr. came running out of the house and asked his great-grandfather what was happening. Amos explained that they needed to get the children into the house as soon as possible and not to let anyone from the barn into the house.




The Barn Ch. 08



"But what about Ma and Pa?" Luke Jr. asked, "You don't mean them too?"

"I'm afraid I do, boy. Something bad is happening in the barn and we have to keep everyone away from the house. Can you do that? Can you help me git these kids up to home?"

"I'll help you," Luke Jr. said, "but I'm sore afraid. I'm worried about Ma, Pa, and Rachel."

"I am too, but help is on the way. It won't be here for three hours and until that time we gotta make sure the kids are safe. Are you with me, boy?"

"I don't understand," the boy said with tears in his eyes, "but I'm with you."

With little Luke's help, Amos was able to take the children, one by one, up to the house. Once they had all the children inside, Amos locked all the doors and picked up his shotgun.

"Something is really bad isn't it?" Luke Jr. asked.

"It is really bad, and I want you to git back up to bed. Thanks for your help, and if I need you again, I'll call you down here. Until that time, you shut and lock your door. Don't worry, I'm not goin' to let anyone hurt you, and we got help on the way."

The next few hours passed terribly slowly for Amos as he firmly grasped his shotgun and often looked out the window at the barn. During those hours Amos prayed that none of his family would come up to the house. He was not sure about what he would do, but he was sure he would not let them inside.

In the barn Micah stood at the forefront of the erotic revelry. He watched as all manner of sexual activity took place before him. He drank deep from the energy, which radiated from the orgy, and his eyes blazed an ever brighter crimson.



The Barn Ch. 09



Micah watched the members of the church fucking before him, and he felt their sexual energy flow into his being. Every manner of sexual coupling was taking place within the barn. Wives were pleasuring men other than their husbands, while some of the women and men were satisfying their lusts upon members of their own sex. 

As Micah watched the orgy, the pastor's wife was avidly sucking his steel-like cock. Micah grinned, filled with joy that his plan was working out so perfectly. He motioned the pastor's wife to turn around and when she was in place he mounted her pushing his cock deep into her womb. He drank in the energy, which she released as she came on the swirling bumps of his member. So great was the energy the woman released that he decided to have each woman come to him so that he could fuck her to orgasm and devour the forces she gave forth. 

In a booming voice he ordered all the women in the barn to come and stand before him. He commanded the men in the room to form a semi-circle around the women. He called upon the men to stroke their cocks as he filled the women's pussies with his manhood.  

The first in line to fuck Micah was Sarah, and she quickly knelt to suck his cock before turning around so that her master could fuck her doggie style. As Micah pushed his hardness into Sarah's wet pussy, he could visualize himself fucking Sarah down through the years until she died upon his cock. Sarah's cumming was so strong that Micah decided to cum in her. With a roar, which shook the barn, Micah shot his seed into the climaxing woman.

When Micah had filled Sarah with his hot cum his cock did not go limp. He fully retained his vigor as he motioned Sarah to move away and for another woman to take her place. Once he had shoved his cock fully into the next woman's pussy, Micah looked around at the men standing, masturbating before him. He saw that each man was eagerly staring at the fucking going on in front of them. As Micah watched, several of the men came, showering the floor of the barn with their cum. Micah grinned as he saw the cocks of the men who had just cum almost instantly return to full vigor. 

The being known as Micah grinned to himself knowing all the church members were his heart and soul. In awhile he would turn his attention elsewhere but for now that which was taking place in the barn would be enough. As he fucked the last woman, Micah told the men to take the place of the women and prepare to be mounted. Micah instructed the men to spread wide their ass cheeks and to masturbate while trying their best to achieve an orgasm. Micah assured each man who came, while being fucked up the ass, a reward, and Micah fulfilled his promise by flooding the men's rectums with his demon cum.

Later as the men and woman, with Micah's cum dripping from them, stood around him he laughed and motioned them to continue on with the orgy, "Fuck and be fucked, suck and be sucked for you are all free to do as you wish. Fulfill your every desire and fear for you shall not sin for I absolve you from all that takes place here this night.

"Men you shall find that tonight you are able to perform beyond your wildest imaginings, and each woman here will experience the excitement, which only few of the female sex have ever known in the history of this world. Tonight is for pleasure, and you must all drink deep from the cup of sensation."

In the house Amos watched anxiously out the window at the barn. His greatest fear that Luke, Sarah, or Rachel would come back to the house and seek entrance at its locked door, in which case he would have to turn them away with force, if necessary. Amos tightened his grip upon his shotgun and prayed that none of his kin came up to the house. He had seen a lot in his lifetime, but he had never seen anything like was happening to him now. 

It would have been bad enough to find an orgy going on in his barn; however he had seen similar things in his younger days. Liquor and lust could lead to an orgy, even among the best of God fearing people. Amos knew more than a little about human nature. He might have been born and raised in the hills, but he was more of a man of the world who more sophisticated. 

No, it was the silent children sitting still as stone at the barn, which really scared him. It had taken Luke Jr. and him to herd the kids up to the house and gather them together on the floor of the living room. 

Amos knew with all certainty in his heart that what lurked in the barn and took possession of the people at the party, was evil; and, he was determined to defend the innocent from all harm, not matter the cost. He was not a violent man and loved his family dearly, but he knew his duty. 

Each minute, which passed seemed like an eternity to Amos. Every now and then he would catch Luke Jr. watching from the top of the stair, only to motion him back to bed. After an hour, Amos gave a sigh, for during that time there had not been any sign of motion from the barn. Yet, time passed slowly for the watcher. A hundred reasons for what was occurring ran through his mind, but nothing seemed to make sense. The only answer he could come up with was that somehow the devil had descended upon his household, but for what reason, he could not fathom.

As darkness fell, Amos saw the headlights of a car turning in the drive. The first set of lights was quickly followed by another pair. From the light thrown out by the front porch light, Amos could see that a car followed by a bus had pulled up in front of the house. A tall light brown haired man stepped out of the driver seat of the car and began to walk up to the front door. Amos saw the driver of the bus follow the brown haired man up to the door. Outside the door the driver of the car smiled as he saw Amos looking at him and held to the window a card, which identified him as Dr. Thaddeus Orion. Amos rapidly opened the door to the men outside and welcomed them into the house.

"Mr. Amos Clayton, I presume?" The brown haired man who had identified himself as Dr. Orion asked.

"Yeah, I'm Amos Clayton and I'm mighty glad to see you, but I didn't expect your friend or a bus full of people."

"This is my associate Mark Allen," Doctor Orion said. Amos was struck by the doctor's deep blue eyes, which were even deeper colored than Micah's. The man before him had a thin face with a long, slender nose. His jaw was firm, and his mouth was full. "He is a man of many talents and tonight his talent is bus driver. I'm afraid that we have no bus full of people. Mark has driven a bus to pick up the children. The will be taken to their church, where somehow the door will open to another one of his talents, which we will not further describe. In that place the children will be safe from any harm. Please take my word when I say that my associate is more than capable of guarding the children."

The man Dr. Orion pointed to was a short African America of slender build. There was something about the man's stance, which struck Amos as if the man he was looking at was very, very dangerous.

"I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Clayton," said Mark Allen. "Rest assured that every child I take to the church will be safe."

"Good, I been worried out of my mind about them kids," Amos gasped with relief. "Git'em out'er here the sooner, the better, but you gotta take my great-grandson Luke."

"No they don't," yelled Luke Jr. running down the stairs. "I don't want to go anywhere. I know something terrible is going on and that Pa, Ma, and Rachel are in terrible danger. I am awful scared and I haven't every seen you so scared great-grandpa, but I'm a Clayton and I ain't running!"

"Boy, it's for your own good," Amos bent down and embraced the lad. "You go with these folks."

"Mr. Clayton," interrupted Dr. Orion touching the shoulders of Amos and the boy, "it would be for the best if your great-grandson remains. He knows more than you imagine, I can see it in his eyes, and he needs to witness these events so that his generation will not forget what happens here this night."

"What if things don't go the way you have planned?" Amos challenged the doctor, "then what?"

"He needs to witness this night so that his generation can remember and protect themselves from the darkness, which had descended upon this place. I can promise you this, no evil will happen to you or to him except over my dead body."

"Alright," nodded Amos feeling somehow compelled to agree with the doctor, "but he can do his watching from upstairs. Git up there boy and watch out of one of the front widows!"

"But first let me help you get my friends on the bus!" Luke Jr. insisted, "Didn't you see how easily I got them to come with me when you brought them up to the house?"

"You're right they seemed to follow you more than they followed me," Amos admitted. "but that was before I had these other fellers here to help. Now don't go feelin' bad, because you done your bit this night. We'll git your friends gone, but like this doctor says, you need to watch; so, git upstairs and watch!"

Reluctantly the boy trudged up the stairs and pressed himself against one of the front upstairs' windows. As he looked down, Luke Jr. saw the children led out of the house and loaded on the bus. He then saw Mark Allen get onto the bus and back it down onto the main roadway. He would have loved to go to the top of the stairs and hear what Amos and Dr. Orion were talking about, but he could not seem to move from where he was, so he turned and looked toward the barn. 

"Mr. Clayton," Dr. Orion said, "I will now tell you what we are up against this night. What I will tell you will be the truth to the best of my understanding. Some of what I may tell you might challenge your beliefs; in fact, you may not believe what I say. All I ask is for you to remember, what you have seen to night and what you know about the history of this place."

"That's fair," nodded Amos, "I'll hear what you have to say."

"Years ago Winston Winslow, in his ignorance and pride, summoned up something from beyond this world. Perhaps the best term to describe such a being is as a demon but that word is not exactly correct. There are many realities. Worlds upon worlds, existing in the same time and place but separated by differing forces, and in between those worlds are voids, which are greater than the void of heaven. Within those voids exists mindless, soulless entities, which always seek to enter into the reality of one of the worlds. Those beings are blocked from this realm, and they cannot enter into any world without the aid some intelligent being form one of those worlds.

"Given all things, I find it hard to call Winston Winslow intelligent, although he was well learned in mystical matters. Using an ancient, forbidden rite he summoned up one of the entities from the void between worlds and promised it the life of someone who had defected from his group. The entity took on the form of a winged demon and flew along in search of the man's fleeing automobile. Almost miraculously, the man escaped and in the being's frustration, at being denied, it returned to that barn out there to destroy all within; however, Winslow eluded the creature to hang himself upon a noose on the tree before this house. Winslow did not die before he cast a binding spell, which was powered by his fleeing life's energy, upon the demonic entity. The dying curse of Winston Winslow bound the creature to the area of the barn for all time. 

"The man that gave you my number is a client of mine. I have learned a lot from him and I have learned more from reading the sheriff reports and photographs. I am sure that the rite, which called forth the being, was ancient ritual that involved all manner of sexual debauchery. Therefore, the entity craves the energy, which is generated through carnal acts.

"If I am successful the people within that barn will return to normal. I will ensure that they have no memory of this night and in the same manner I will ensure that the children remember only a joyous party."

"That's all well and good," Amos looked the doctor in the eye, "but what if you ain't successful?"

"In that case," said Dr. Orion, "you and your grandson must leave this place and never return. Please stop by the church to inform Mark, he will know how to proceed."

"You don't sound any too sure of yourself," growled Amos.

"I am sure that I will do my best," answered the doctor, "but when dealing with such creatures there is always the possibility of failure. Know this; that if I fail it will be because I have died. Now, I must go out and prepare myself to face that, which waits inside your barn. Stay here and keep the doors locked. You will see a sign to flee, if it comes to that, but do not open the door to anyone unless you see me wave to you."

"I have to admit," Amos solemnly said, "I didn't follow a lot of what you were saying, but I got enough of it and I seen enough to know there's evil here. I will be praying for you Dr. Orion. God be with you!"

"May He also be with you, Mr. Clayton,' replied the doctor before he turned and went outside. Amos watched the man walk back to his car where he opened trunk and brought out a white staff, which had a large crystal on the top of it. The doctor bent down and picked up several other items from the trunk, but Amos could not see what those things where. Amos saw the doctor take several deep breaths before walking up to the main doors of the barn. 

Dr. Orion tried pulling on the barn doors but found them barred from inside. He raised his staff above his head and a light flashed out from the crystal top, and the barn doors began to slowly open wide. Amos saw the doctor enter the barn, but no more than he had gone inside than the doors flew closed.

As Dr. Thaddeus Orion entered the barn all the orgy came to a standstill. At the back of the barn, Micah's red eyes flashed in anger as he willed the barn doors to seal themselves. Micah sensed a sudden threat to his power, and he was filled with wrath. 

"How dare you enter this place?" Micah's voice boomed with anger. "Who are you? Give to me your pledge of devotion, partake of our pleasures and maybe I shall spare you."

"I enter this place because it is my sworn duty. I am one of the seven guardians at the edge of the world. I bow not to your kind; although, you have my understanding and pity."

"Fall before me and worship me, as do these followers," Micah sent forth a powerful burst of will. "Come here and taste of my cock."

"Once you were happy in the void, which was your domain. You were called here by a man filled with lies. A sexual rite called you into this world and from sex you derive the greatest of your strength. You desire to break forth from this place and return to the void. I can return you to your home."

"Fool!" Micah scoffed, "Once what you say is true. All I wished was to return home, but I have drank deep from the living well of mankind. I have absorbed the knowledge of each person I have touched. I am strong beyond the mindless thing I once was, and I have no desire to return to the void. I will dwell here and feed upon my flock."

Micah waved his hand and the orgy resumed, "See how well they feed me."

"You shall not have them!" shouted Dr. Orion. "They are not to be slain by you."

"I have no intension of killing them. They are the first of a congregation, which will spread across the face of the world. I will bring them only the finest of pleasures and in return they will feed me; but, I will never harm them."

"You have no real understanding about humans," Orion shook his head, "You would replace love with lust. You would deny these people free choice by keeping them tied to your will. 

"Your kind is not meant to dwell within this realm. I shall open the way, and you can go home."

"I go nowhere," shouted Micah. "I have crushed others, and I can crush you. Kneel now before me and suck my cock before I grow tried of you."

"I really don't think so," Dr. Orion smiled.

"Fool! You have no idea what I am! I am that, which your nightmares are made of and I am your doom."

"Perhaps," grimaced the doctor from the force of hate, which hit him as a physical blow. "but I will stop you if I can."

The entity shed its human form and took on the shape of the winged demon, which it had first taken upon entering the world. Its fiery eyes cast a crimson glow upon the man who stood before it. It directed all its will to consuming the intruder and for an instant it felt the man's will begin to crumble.

Dr. Orion stepped backward as he felt the power of the creature's will. For a second Orion's mind went blank and everything seemed to spin. The doctor took his staff in both hands and pointed it at the demon shape. A white light flashed forth from the staff and the entity recoiled. The instant when the light hit the creature was enough to allow the doctor to push his way out of the barn doors and into the yard beyond. As the doctor left the barn doors slammed shut behind him.

Orion staggered from the barn and was halfway to the house before he stopped and stood straight. As Amos watched from the house, he could see that the doctor appeared to be gasping for breath; however, Thaddeus Orion raised his staff toward the heavens and yelled something, which Amos could not hear. The doctor then touched his staff to the earth and again spoke. Once more Dr. Orion called out words, which Amos could not quite make out, and sudden flames appeared on the ground, as the doctor moved his staff over the flames. At last, Amos saw Orion pull a vial from his pocket and empty its liquid contents over his upturned face. Then the doctor returned to the barn doors.

This time the doctor did not touch the doors but shouted strange words as he stood before them. In response to Orion's cries the doors flew wide open and did not close as he stepped within. Amos watched the doctor enter the barn and move until he stood directly before a monstrous being, which stood at the far end of the barn. 

"Be gone and forever depart," Dr. Orion shouted. "I recognize these people and take them willing under my guardianship. You no longer have any power here. You come from without, but I tell you I am from within and have greater power than you. I have called to me the elemental forces of the world. I am their channel and their focus. I am one of the seven guardians at the edge of the world over whom you cannot prevail."

"If you do not bow to me then I shall destroy you," the thing that was Micah spread its wings a rose to pounce down upon the man who valiantly stood before it. "Die and feed me your life's energy."

The wall to the barn suddenly seemed to vanish and in its place appeared a black, swirling vortex. As the demon launched itself at Dr. Orion, the force of the vortex hit it and pulled it backward. The being howled in terror as it felt itself being carried backward, until it was sucked into the chaos, which emptied into the void. As the thing was pulled futilely screaming from the barn into the vortex to vanish within the whirling madness, which engulfed it; and, as it vanished into the void the opening in the barn wall faded and vanished as if it had never existed. 

Luke Jr. saw none of the sexual activity in the barn; his total focus had been upon the transformation that Micah had made into his demon form and the battle, which Dr. Orion waged with the being. His heart was filled with terror at what he had witnessed, but he gave a yell of joy when he saw the doctor banish Micah.

From his vantage point in the house Amos saw Dr. Orion collapse to the floor of the barn. Amos quickly ran from the house but by the time he entered the barn Orion had pulled himself up to his knees. He smiled at Amos as the elderly man helped him to his feet.

"That was close, very close, but the entity is gone; however, I still have much to do," the orgy had stopped and all the people sat with blank expressions upon their faces, "These people must never know of the evil, which touched their lives. Leave me here to free their minds of memories of this night. They shall dress and soon depart thinking only that they had a wonderful summer gathering. Those that have children will go to the church to pick them up and will think that the children were left at the church to have their own party. I must also get to the church before the parents arrive to ensure that the children also have only pleasant memories. I will be up to the house before anyone leaves to talk to you and Luke Jr."




The Barn Ch. 09



"I don't have words to thank you Dr. Orion," Amos solemnly said. "If you can take the memories away from Luke, Sarah, Rachel, and the rest of these folks, it would be a blessing. Maybe you could do the same for me and Luke Jr.?"

"I wish I could, my dear fellow," Thaddeus Orion replied, "but you and your great-grandson must remember these events. Both of you are strong enough to carry that burden with you, and I know that neither of you will ever relate what has happened here to anyone else. You are to be my watchers and if at anytime something strange begins to happen in this place, you shall call me and I will come."

"But Luke Jr. don't need to know about all this," complained Amos. "At least make him forget and I will be your watcher."

"I wish it were that simple," Dr. Orion firmly gripped Amos's shoulder, "but the years will go by and you need to pass your watchfulness on to someone else. Have faith in the character of your great-grandson. I see within him the same will and integrity, which you hold so dear. He will not fail or falter as a watcher."

"This will haunt us for the rest of our days," stated Amos.

"I know it will, but such is the fate of those who must stand guard against evil. In time the horror you now feel will diminish. Do not think less of your family members, or any of these other people who have taken part in the events, which have taken place in this barn. They did not do so of their own free wills. They were dominated by an evil being, which enslaved them to its desires.

"Please go up to the house and close the barn doors as you leave. I shall come up to the house shortly."

Amos silently nodded and did as the doctor asked. Once he reached the house, Amos was met by Luke Jr. who asked him many questions. Amos could only tell the boy that the evil in the barn was gone and that Dr. Orion would come up to the house to explain more in a little while. Twenty minutes later, Dr. Orion knocked on the door and Amos let him inside. 

"I have only a short time to get to the church and tend to the children," the doctor explained before turning his attention to Luke Jr. "Neither of you must tell anyone about what you have witnessed this night. An unimaginable evil has vanished from this world. I shall make sure that you know where to reach me at all times and if anything, no matter how small, seems strange to either of you, I want you to call me."

Both Amos and Luke Jr. nodded their agreement. The younger Luke, with tears in his eyes, then ran over to the doctor and hugged him. "Thank you for saving my folks. I seen that thing and it was terrible. I just want us to move away from this place."

"My dear boy," Dr. Orion hugged the lad as tears filled his own eyes, "I wish it was so simple, but you and your great-grandfather must be here to guard against the return of the entity. Many people run their whole lives from evil but by doing so the evil grows. I know it is a heavy responsibility, but the two of you need to watch and wait; although, nothing may ever happen in your lives. I truly hope that I have forever banished the demon. Can you be brave enough to be my guardian, Luke?"

"I don't like it none," the boy said, "but I reckon if my great-grandpa can do it, so can I."

"Good," the doctor freed himself from Luke's embrace and turned to the door, "I have to get to the church, but I will be in touch."

Amos and Luke Jr. watched Dr. Orion drive away from the house and half an hour later the door of the barn opened and people began to go out and get into their cars to drive away. Before long Luke, Sarah, Rachel, and Mark came laughing up to the house.

"I thought you two sick ones would be a sleep by now," Sarah said. "How are you feeling?"

"I think we could be better," Amos said, "but then things could be a whole lot worse."

"How are you Ma and Pa?" asked the younger Luke. "Rachel, how are you?"

"Son," the boy's father answered him, "we are just fine. You missed a great party. I wish you had felt good enough to go with the other kids to the church, but there will be other happenings. We all had a great time, but I think we had better get to bed. Thanks for waiting up for us, but you didn't have to do that."

"Did little Eve cause you any trouble?" Sarah asked.

"Not a bit," replied Amos.

"Well, I had better get going home," Mark said. "I guess I sort of lost track of the time what with all the gospel music and fun. I'll see all you before long."

Rachel saw her boyfriend out to his car as the rest of the family made their way to their beds. Luke Jr. felt strange as his parents tucked him into bed. He thought about the evil, which he had seen mark them, and he wished he could say something to his mother and father; however, he held his words and thoughts to himself from that day forth. 

In the days that followed Amos and Luke Jr. seemed standoffish to the rest of the family but as the hot days of summer passed, and everyone seemed normal, Amos and Luke Jr. relaxed and life resumed much as it had done before Micah had come on the scene. Everyone in the family, except Luke Jr. and Amos, believed that Micah had decided to resume his travels half way through the start of summer party. Luke and Sarah recalled him only as a hired man who was good a fixing the equipment, while Rachel thought she had first met him at the party.

Summer became fall, which was followed by winter and at Christmas the family received a Christmas card from Dr. Thaddeus Orion. Sarah almost threw the card away; however, Amos told her that the doctor was a friend of his and Luke Jr. In the years that followed each Christmas a card from the doctor would arrive, which boldly displayed the man's address and phone number. 

It was in 1976 that Amos passed from this life and everyone felt the void of his death. A short time later Rachel and Mark married and moved to the north of the state. Twelve years later Luke senior suddenly died from a heart attack and the younger Luke stepped up to take on the duties of man of the house. 

Luke Jr. married a couple of years after his father died. He his wife, Jane, and Sarah lived happily together. Jane and Luke had three children, the youngest was born in 1998 and the horror from the past seemed long buried and forgotten. Although Sarah felt heavily the loss of her husband, she fell into the role of grandmother with gusto and life was good.

The year 2007 saw the customary Christmas card from Thaddeus Orion arrive. Over the years the doctor's phone number and address had changed but without fail he always sent a card. Luke Jr. would always feel slightly troubled when the doctor's card arrived. In the depth of his heart he wanted to forget the awful happenings, which had taken place in the barn.

It was in late February of 2008 that Luke Jr. noticed a dark spot on the far wall of the barn. He felt a cold blast come forth from that spot, which caused his breath to turn to vapor. Outside the barn the weather was fairly warm, but toward the far end of the barn, the air felt frigid. Memories of the past came flooding back into Luke's mind and he ran into the house to dial a phone number from a Christmas card he had received.