Chapter Fifty-Eight

They say with anal sex you can’t get pregnant – then where are all these assholes coming from?

"Nature intended women to be our slaves. . . They are our property, we are not theirs . . . They belong to us, just as a tree which bears fruit belongs to the gardener." ~ Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821)

Savannah, Crystal, and I were initially sandwiched together behind the window in the truck cab. However, as Odd-Jobs drove, we found ourselves getting pulled around and jostled in the back of the truck. Naturally, we also got poked, prodded, and even kicked as we tried to keep our balance with our hands cuffed to the baseball bats.

We typically found ourselves hunched over and squatting with our hands behind our back uncomfortably. There were times we laid down flat on our tits or used our elbows to prop us up – but usually we were rutting around squatting on two legs with our hands squarely behind our backs.

The bats were wedged pretty far up our asses so there was very little danger of them ‘popping out’. I suppose that was one small consolation to the permanent indignity of being seen with them jutting out like reverse erections coming from our ‘stink holes’ as Savannah called them. The pain had grown mild once I was used to wearing it – but moving around I was constantly aware of how my body had been packed with a foreign object.

We were told we’d put them right back the ‘hard way’ if the bats did come out, so we had a vested interest in keeping them from sliding out anyway.

Savannah and I had to crouch down which drug the baseball bat drag against metal floorboard like a dinosaur tail. The resulting vibration from the metal chilled my spine and sent shock waves of a cruel sort of pleasure through every fiber of my being. I looked at Savannah and didn’t see the same reaction in her face. I was too ashamed to say anything about it for fear that she think I am just as nasty as her mom and doing my lewd behavior is just for some sort of twisted sexual gratification. I can’t say that is why Crystal was doing what she was doing – but it seemed the most likely theory.

Speaking of my Aunt she was padding around on all fours wiggling her ass and tits with aplomb. As before she was playing the part of the playful doggy and being passed around, pinched, and petted by Daisy’s kids, who shared the back of the truck with us all the way home.

Daisy’s kids poked and prodded each other almost as much as they did the rest of us. They wanted to push our buttons, but honestly I was so exhausted and drained from the night that I just wanted to rest. I hadn’t eaten dinner and I was so hungry and thirsty that I would have been thankful for just about anything.

Ryan and Conner each took a seat on the metal hump over the rear wheels on opposite sides of each other. Ryan seemed like a smart guy who probably enjoyed computer gaming. I was hoping the two of them hit it off, but there was only awkward silence between them.

I was free to talk to Savannah finally; but as Ted had predicted, once Odd-Jobs started flying down the dirt roads the wind whipping down our backs made it nearly impossible to hold a conversation and it caused our tits to bounce up and down just as Ted said. He even pointed at us with a big smile from the passenger seat next to his sister Daisy.

FIRST STOP:

We could chat when the truck slowed down for a stop sign or railroad tracks – but out in the country that was rare. “Should I call you the rain-maker?” Savannah teased me at one such stop about how much I squirted all over the place.

“That was so crazy!” I squealed. “I didn’t know what was happening.”

“Have you never watched porno?” Damian interrupted our conversation to explain what it was.

“No, and you shouldn’t be seeing that either!” Savannah.

“You are supposed to call ME, Sir,” Damian proudly proclaimed, like a noble lord talking to a lowly peasant in his manorial fields.

“You are supposed to kiss MY ass, SIR,” Savannah begrudgingly gave him the title he asked for, with a little ‘fuck you’ attached to it.

“I would, but you have a baseball bat up your turd-chute!” his shit-eating grin was the kind you would expect from a smart ass kid who realized he just won the argument. Savannah had nothing to say in response – which only made Damian’s brother and sister laugh a little harder.

“You are so naughty for doing that,” his sister Sara chided us both for sitting on the baseball bats.

“We didn’t have much choice now did we, MA’AM,” Savannah said the word Ma’am very patronizingly to take all the fun out of their hearing it applied to them.

“You could have gone on to Mrs. Joleen’s if you really didn’t want to do it,” I felt like the only one at the Buckman who must never have heard of this Mrs. Joleen and her infamous, wayward detention center for troubled teen youth.

“You little sociopaths will end up there before I do again,” Savannah was able to get the last word before the truck gained enough steam we couldn’t hear each other the whipping wind in our hair.

SECOND STOP:

The next time we stopped we thought we had seen another truck pull up next to us. We were crouched down so that they couldn’t see us when Odd-Jobs came to a stop.

“Oh my god,” Sara chided us for being such babies about it. “You let everyone see you at the party do everything – why do you care now?”

She actually had kind of a point, but at the same time – both of us did care and we snuck down. “It’s a lot harder to explain to someone why you are in the back of a truck naked with a baseball bat in your butt – then you might think, Ma’am,” I giggled. These kids were only a few years younger than me and they were jaded about some things but completely naïve about others.

“Just say ass,” Damian told me. “It’s not like you are going to get in trouble for saying a dirty word if you do – you don’t have to say butt or touche’. You have an ass! And it’s a hawt one too,” the youngest brother said.

“Oh my gosh,” Sarah put her hands on her hips and then shook her finger at her brother. “We poop from back there! It’s disgusting!”

“Yours is,” Damian smiled. “Theirs isn’t.” and with that the truck lurched forward and soon no one could talk again.

THIRD STOP:

My Aunt was being chased around the back of the truck by Daisy’s kids. There was a chaotic sort of hair pulling and nose grabbing but it wasn’t as sexual as you might think. She was obviously naked and has a very sexual naked presence but other than a kick or poke to the ass – they played with her like she was an actual dog.

I know it is evil, but there were times when the truck took a curve that I kind of wish one of them fell out.

I knew we were going to stop when Damian, Gene, and Sara became animated and stopped their merry games with my Aunt in order to frantically scream “KRYSTAL!”

At first, I thought they were calling my Aunt’s name and she may have actually fallen out of the truck. I soon learned this was the name of a southern fast food place known to be open all night and serve tiny little hamburgers. They banged on the windows and begged for O.J. to pull over and let them have a late night snack.

I shook my head no – but I was pretty sure Savannah and I didn’t get a vote. I was also fairly hungry, so at this point willing to endure the possibility that I would be seen in the drive-thru by the cashier for something to eat. We had, as they pointed out, been seen by just about everyone else.

Savannah was also not particularly happy we were stopping at Krystal’s, shaking her head “Fucking, no way”; but her Mom paid no attention and continued to look happy, stark naked.

The first thing I noticed was the well-lit Krystal marquee in the parking lot read “Try our Juicy Big Anus Burger - Now hiring for all shits”. The sign hadn’t been updated in a long time. Almost everyone in the truck laughed at it - which is probably why the manager of Krystal hadn’t bothered to have it fixed. The town of Buckman was most definitely a PG-13 kind of place still stuck in the 1980s. In Cherry Lawn someone would have complained about a restaurant with a vulgar sign whether it was accidental or not – they definitely had a stick up their butt.

Then again – at this moment, so did I!

This Krystal is out on the highway by itself as a shining beacon to people heading from the town to the trailer park but even as remote as it was – it still had some cars in the drive thru.

We pulled into the well-lit parking lot and we hunkered down. Even Crystal stopped rough-housing when we pulled up to the menu for Odd-Jobs to order. Daisy’s kids began frantically calling out “Krystal sackful” and “Chili cheese pups”.

Their spoiled chatter sounding more like “I want..I want..I want..” to the rest of us, than any sort of order. We were flush with cash from days working at the swimming pool though and the adults in the front seat were willing to order a little of everything. Savannah, Crystal, and I didn’t order – I think we knew better and let them order for us. We had a much better chance of getting something to eat tonight if we kept our mouths shut.

Once they finished ordering, Gene reached out and pinched my nipple hard to get my attention. My muscles were taut and starting to strained as the cuffs around my wrists strained against the bat shoved deep into my ass - it must have looked so obscene. He wanted to get my attention, “What are you going to say to them if they ask why you are naked?”

“I am going to squat down and hopefully we will get out of here with minimum fuss, sir,” I didn’t mind calling Gene sir the way that Savannah did. I had called rednecks and yokels sir all day – it was becoming second nature to me and felt weird when I did not address someone that way. I think even Savannah was finding it rapidly becoming a habit.

“Yeah, but what if,” Gene was not going to let it go – he poked my nipple this time. My stubby nipples were fat, hard, and erect. They jutted out like tiny, fat cocks and curved slightly upwards when fully extended. The baseball bat shoved up my ass, coupled with the realization I was naked, cuffed and outside had the side effect of making my pussy and tits course with blood and be hyper-sensitive.

“Gene Sir,” I warned him as politely as I could, “You know you really should not push things with us. We are only under this discipline until Sunday and you know payback is a bitch.”

“Just tell me what you will say,” Gene insisted while continuing to poke me. I had no idea what he was actually allowed to do to me – and if I had to just take it or not. I was completely vulnerable with my hands behind my back – but I knew I didn’t have to pretend to like it.

“I guess I would say we lost a bet, Sir,” I admitted. Odd-Jobs had already pulled up to the cashier to pay– we’d be rolling out soon and I smiled that it was a non-issue.

“So lie then?” Gene sounded disappointed that I would be dishonest – as if his mom and dad are the pillars of morality and truth.

I have been so deeply programmed to be truthful since I was little that my immediate reaction was to fire back defensively that I wasn’t a liar. It dawned on me that Gene may not really understand what was going on. We had openly discussed the bet we lost, the split of money, and that it was a scam, but he may not have cared to question any of that.

I think in his mind it was as simple as we were a couple of bitches who were getting punished and it amused him. I believe that was true for Damian and Sara as well.

They had a tendency to blurt things out and, as greedy as they were, might ask for a cut just to keep silent if they really understood what we were doing. I decided to play things safely.

“You may have a point, sir,” I smiled politely at him and pretended not to mind his poking my chest, “the good news is they are already paying for our dinner and no one has noticed us.”

We were already at the cash register and from where I was huddled up next to Savannah and Crystal up against the front of the truck bed – we were practically invisible. There is a part of me that is jaded and resigned to the fact we never seem to have good luck; but there is an eternal optimist deep inside of me that, like Charlie Brown running to kick that football, keeps thinking this time will be different.

I noticed under the bright lights of the fast-food drive-thru that my Aunt had green eye-shadow, thick black eye-liner, cherry blush and waxy, red lipstick that had been applied to her face look more whore-ish than ever. Her hair had reminded me of Jennifer Aniston from Friends – frosted in places and always well-kept; but now it was matted, probably from cum or spit.

What I did not realize was that this was a double drive-thru and as O.J. pulled forward there were two other cars waiting to get their food at the next window. His truck moved forward just enough that we could now be easily seen by anyone in the window.

My jaw felt like it would hit the floor and my asshole felt like it gripped the baseball bat all the more tightly and spasmed, realizing that we would be stuck waiting here until the car at the front of the line got their food and left.

I haven’t had very good luck as of late. The moment I received a little freedom resulted in walking a tight rope with my pussy on fire and a baseball bat up my ass, for the couple of hours without supervision. I almost didn’t want to look at the window but I was pleased to see the cashier must have moved away after they took our order.

“Hah,” I smiled wickedly at Gene as we spoiled his fun, “Score one for the bitches!”

Savannah laughed as well, “I didn’t want to say anything, but I used to work here last summer. I would fucking hate it if they saw me like this.”

Gene stood up and wrapped on the window with his knuckles. We both shouted “Gene” but with my hands cuffed to the baseball bat I was helpless to pull him back down from the window.

The cashier was a scrawny, pimple-faced boy about 15 years old. He opened the little window to see what Gene wanted and didn’t notice us cowering below against the sidewall of the truck.

“Can I get a drink of water? I am thirsty,” Gene talked in mock baby-talk. He was almost my age but he seemed so much more immature. He smiled down at our discomfort and winked at us.

“That little bastard is on my list,” Savannah whispered in my ear while I nodded.

“I am surprised it took until now for you to put him there,” I laughed.

The cashier returned with the water for Gene and closed the window. I smirked at Gene “Okay, you had your fun, sir.”

It was very bright under the drive-thru canopy because they had installed flood lights to make it easy to see your credit card and food – there might be no mistaking us at the next window if Gene decided to play that game again.

The truck lurched forward slightly but not enough that we were completely away from the window. Gene casually knocked again on the window and this time the cashier seemed impatient, “What?”

“Did a Savannah Danville work here?” Gene asked politely. Savannah and I both became nervous, but her mom just waited patiently – there was just a hint of a grin on her face.

“Why that filthy, little, freckle-faced motherfucker!” Savannah was ready to explode, but whispered it under her breath.

“Yeah, but she quit last summer,” the kid in the cash-register window sounded annoyed.

“Was she nice?” Gene asked while sipping his water cup.

“No,” the kid admitted. “She told me to grow some hair on my balls before I asked her out and the day she quit she told everyone they could kiss her entire ass before she’d be caught back here, lol.”

He actually said “Lawl” when he finished describing how rotten Savannah was.

“She is my cousin,” Gene admitted, although they were technically step-cousins- which probably is not really a “thing”.

“Okay, well tell her Wayne says ‘Hey’,” the cashier tried to close his window again and return to work without giving it any more thought. It was late at night so there weren’t too many cars in the drive-thru, even though this was the only place open for miles around.

“You can say ‘hey’ yourself,” the little shit pointed to us and Wayne leaned out the window to see. A giant smile spread across the boy’s face, and his eyes bulged from shock, as he saw not one but three naked woman all huddled together hiding from him.

“As you can see,” Gene explained, “my Uncle has been working on adjusting her attitude. Do you have any ball hair now? Because Savannah doesn’t have any pussy hair now – show him Savanah.”

Savannah would have flipped off Gene or worse throttled him by the look on her face. She would have to eat crow; and while she did it regularly for money at the pool – it felt very different. They were all strangers to me at the pool and even that was embarrassing, it was twice as hard for Savannah who had gone to school or knew these people for years.

Their opinion of you seems to matter so much more than those of faceless, nameless strangers who you may never see again.

“I don’t have to do what you say Gene,” Savannah shot daggers with her ice-blue eyes at Gene and they would have intimidated him if she wasn’t completely helpless to defend herself.

“MAW-MMM”, Gene tapped on the side of the window to get his mother’s attention, “Savan-nuh won’t be poh-liy-ite to the cash-ear-er,” he said in the sing-songy voice of a tattle-tail who draws out every syllable.

“Oh Jesus,” Savannah was squatting and pulled her knees apart for a split second so that Wayne had a good view of her bare pussy and closed them to satisfy Gene, but it was too late now that his mother was involved.

“Why do I give a damn?” Daisy yelled back with an annoyed tone from inside the truck and rolled up her window. She didn’t care about fair and she didn’t give her son any direction – that was pretty consistent with her parenting style to date.

Crystal had her hands cuffed as well and just smiled at the boy who looked down on us in the back of the truck with questions on his lips and lust in his eyes. She made it look easy to prance about on her elbows and knees. We were sure of one thing – he would be talking about ‘that one night three naked women were in the back of a truck’ for years to come.

“You have yourself a real good night, Sir,” Crystal offered the cashier a sultry goodbye as we rolled down to the next window so that O.J. could pay. Ted and O.J. were clearly very aware of what had happened and were chuckling to one another, even though we couldn’t hear them.

“You know that was very embarrassing,” Gene insisted we were the ones who had humiliated HIM by not cooperating when he was trying to play Mr. Cool to the cashier.

“Goody-goody gum drops, Sir” Savannah’s contempt for Gene was increasing. I wanted to warn her that we should probably be nice just until Sunday was over, and THEN we could get even, but I couldn’t say anything while Gene was confronting us. “You know how embarrassing it was for ME to have to be seen in the same truck like this?”

“What is the big deal,” Gene quipped. “Lots of people have seen you naked.”

“Not that,” Savannah had a broad grin on her face as she delivered. “How embarrassing it is to be seen with you three losers!”

The comment was like a slap to the face to Gene – he was quiet for a time.

The girl handing O.J. the food got a good glimpse of us as we pulled out of the drive-thru and Savannah gave her a goofy grin. “She used to hate me so much,” Savannah whispered to me, “Jealous-ass.”

“We should probably be nice to Daisy’s kids – just until Sunday,” I whispered back when I got the chance to say it out of their ear-shot.

“Wha-eye?” Savannah’s southern drawl elongated the syllables when she asked that question.

“Why?” I couldn’t believe she didn’t have the sense to see. “They can probably make life difficult for us – it might not be a bad idea to be on their good side?”

“Cuz,” it was the first time Savannah addressed me as “Cuz” and I was flattered, “Those three little psychos don’t have a good side. My mom has kissed their asses and they just treat her like shit. The worst that is going to happen is we’ll get punished. And you see these bats sticking out of our asses? They haven’t broke us yet.”

“They do hurt though,” I admitted, while conceding her point.

“Yes, they do.”

FOURTH STOP:

Our next stop was unfortunately only about two minutes after our last one had ended.

Odd-Jobs circled the parking lot of the Krystal and then parked the truck next to some cement picnic tables right next to the drive-thru. Everyone in the front got out laughing and Daisy called her kids to ‘come eat’.

It was late at night and there weren’t any other cars parked near us, or anyone else sitting at the picnic tables, but every now and then a new car would pull through the drive-thru only 30 feet away from the tables.

I was surprised they didn’t back-in and pull the gate down so we faced the cashier windows – and I sure wasn’t going to mention it or they might just have. This was very bold – if a truck pulled up next to us or someone happened to walk by they would easily see us completely naked on all fours and handcuffed.

Ryan and Conner stood up to get out as well but Ryan turned to me, “It’s kind of shitty what they are doing to you – I will talk to my Uncle.”

I thanked him while Savannah leaned her head over the truck wall and asked “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, but we are,” Odd-Jobs was amused as he sat down with a sackful of Krystal burgers at one of the tables. “You ladies behave yourselves and you might get to eat whatever is left over.”

Daisy had several bags of fast-food and was surrounded by her kids who were all clutching and grabbing at them while she fended them off. She lifted one leg and scratched herself and then ripped a very loud fart before belching, “There probably won’t be much left. Thanks to what I made today – we are going to feast!”

“What SHE made today?” Savannah sneered angrily in a whisper to me. I was now her only confidant in this wicked game we had started and she needed to vent some of her frustration, “There would be NO money if we hadn’t danced and twerked our sexy little asses off.”

I heard Ryan argue with Odd-Jobs and then he approached the truck with some of the small Krystal burgers in his hand to offer them to us.

“I don’t care if I get in trouble,” Ryan defied his Uncle and offered them to us. Savannah probably would have reached out to take one but our hands were cuffed behind our backs and attached to the baseball bats in our asses. He was going to have to hand feed us if he wanted us to eat.

“I am sorry Sir,” when he offered me a bite first, “I can’t accept without permission. Even though you don’t mind getting punished – I still have a bat up my ass from the last time I broke the rules.” A tear began to form up in my eye having to say that out loud – because, unlike the games at the pool I actually meant it this time.

“You won’t be,” Ryan insisted that it was he he was breaking the rules and held out another burger for Savannah to open her mouth and take a bite.

“We knew we were violating the rules earlier today and we did it anyway, Sir,” I calmly replied. I wanted that hamburger. It looked so moist and smelled so juicy.

Savannah shook her head ‘no’ as well, “Bitch is right.”

My Aunt just smiled at Ryan and wiggled her butt slightly with her tongue hanging out.

“Shit head is learning her lesson,” Ted observed of me, “I might just let them have a burger or two when we are done eating.”

“Don’t let them manipulate you,” Odd-Jobs warned. “The female is an expert at getting you to take pity on her condition.”

“Why ya gotta be so mean, Sir,” Savannah popped her head over the truck bed. “We have money – you can buy our food from that, please? We haven’t eaten all day!”

“Whose fault is that?” Odd-Jobs asked rhetorically, reminding us he was going to buy us dinner tonight. “You can go up to the window and order it yourself or you can wait until we are finished and beg for a little scrap.”

“We have to be mean to you,” Ted explained with a mouthful of sandwich. He chewed for a few seconds and continued with his mouth still full, “You see what you did without a little supervision – you ran off and ignored the discipline. If we had let you tonight, in your new clothes, to spend all your money- you would lose focus on what you are supposed to be doing and how you are supposed to behave. Tomorrow we would have a hell of a time getting you back into the swing of things and you’d be even more resistant.”

Ted chewed some more but his mouth was still full when he added, “If you are resistant and need convincing, then we have to punish you even harder. So be thankful this is all you have to endure to get your minds right.”

He ate another sandwich and we waited for him to continue before he cupped his ear, “I don’t hear any thank you’s!”

Savannah looked at me like he can’t be serious, but my Aunt swooned, “Thank you dear, for making me sit back here like a doggy while you eat – it’s for my own good!”

“We heard from the cunt in the hat,” Ted bit into his food as he talked. “How about Thing #1 and #2?”

I was surprised Ted used a Dr. Seuss reference.

“Oh yes Siree,” Savannah went next, “I am so glad you guys are out there laughing your asses off and eating burgers while we sit back here with a baseball bat up our asses at the restaurant you know I swore I would never go back to.”

Ted didn’t let me go next before asking “You know that wasn’t very sincere. I don’t think you are getting it. You have to behave like you would at the pool when you are out of the house. Do you want to try again, Thing #1?”

“At the pool aren’t I supposed to be a bitch in need of an attitude adjustment who tries to sass and smart-off, Sir?”

“Technically, yes,” Ted spoke with a full mouth so he couldn’t say much more.

“Yet, who lets you punish her and eats crow when she has to? To pay off her debts and be taught a lesson?”

“Yeah, but I would rather you be more like your mom and just behave yourself,” Ted answered her with a snort while downing a large root beer through a straw.

“You should be thanking ME though for sticking to it, Sir,” Savannah turned his logic against him, “If I were as compliant and well behaved as my mom – would anyone want to punish us tomorrow, or think we already learned all we need to know to be well behaved? You would have to treat us nicer, and give us more privileges, so we don’t fear any consequences in order to get us to act like total cunts again wouldn’t you, sir?”

“You know Savannah,” Ted snidely remarked while conceding her point, “this is why I like your brother more than I do you.”

He didn’t ask me to give my thank you because we heard new voices at the picnic tables.

One of them was clearly Wayne the cashier and Savannah looked visibly disturbed as she whispered “Dammit! That nosy asshole.”

“Yeah, you can go up and talk to them,” we heard Ted say graciously as he ate his food. He joked, “If you bring me a Double Big Angus Bacon Burger with cheese.”

“You mean the big ANUS burger, WAH-HAHAHAH!” Gene cracked himself up so hard he nearly fell on his ass. The nearly cracked the rest of us up – especially Savannah.

“It’s past someone’s bedtime,” Ted shot the boy down and told Wayne they could come talk to us, “But he wanted that food to go.”

“Hey,” Wayne peeked his greasy-face over the truck wall. He reminded me of one of those awkward teenage boys that Anthony Michael Hall played in movies like Sixteen Candles, except very shy and with buck teeth.

“Hey Sir,” Savannah answered with him an exasperated sigh, “Have a good look.”

“Sorry,” Wayne apologized “I just haven’t seen you since last summer. You remember Flick?”

Flick was a boy about our age. He was tall and stocky and the kind of wide-rimmed glasses old men and serial killers wear. He stood there emotionless with his arms folded and said nothing – staring at me in the creepiest of ways.

“Hey Flick,” Savannah smirked. “I see you are as talkative as ever?”

He didn’t reply.

“So,” Wayne offered meekly – clearly unable to think of anything to say.

“So?” Savannah answered sarcastically anticipating his real question “Yes, we are sitting up in a Krystal Burger parking lot butt-ass naked with a baseball up our ass – just like we do on any normal Thursday, Sir.”

“No, you don’t,” Wayne answered her pedantically. “I work every Thursday and I would have seen you.”

“I was kidding Sir,” Savannah made a ‘gah’ noise. “You and Flick can come down tomorrow to the Buckman and we’ll wash your cars if you want. I may even be able to talk Ted into giving you half off.”

“Yeah, half these bitches clothes off,” Ted was listening and snorted at his own joke.

“So,” Wayne ignored her and repeated his early sentence.

“So why are we naked?” Savannah asked the question she thought he was trying to ask and he nodded his head. “It’s a long story but my cousin and I went on a date tonight with some boys and we didn’t do what we were supposed to, Sir.”

“It’s asshole training for ASSHOLES,” Ted interjected by implying we were the assholes who were getting our butts trained; although I think the joke was lost on Wayne and certainly if Flick thought it was funny his expression never changed.

“Harsh,” Wayne calmly accepted their answers and added, “If I don’t do what my step-dad wants he takes my PlayStation or grounds me. What did you do wrong?”

“Do you really want to know, Sir?” Savannah seemed skeptical of telling Wayne anything. He nodded and she moved forward to get close to his face and said, “My step-dad has seven rules for dating me. My date violated all seven of them, including fucking me in the ass.” She looked him right in the eye as she said it with a broad, sassy smile.

He recoiled almost as if he had been slapped in the face.

My cousin had just turned the tables on Wayne in the cleverest of ways. He had initially been gawking at us tied up and helpless. I had been seen by dozens of boys over the last week I did not know, but Wayne and Savannah obviously had a past and she was particularly humiliated by him seeing her this way.

She had used a few well-placed words and an adventurous tone that sounded like she enjoyed getting fucked by anyone BUT him – to cuckold Wayne and make him feel inadequate.

“I begged you for weeks for a date with me and this guy gets to take you out and fuck you on the first date?” Wayne’s voice conveyed how much he wanted Savannah and how unfair it was for someone else to have her so easily.

“In the ass,” Wayne’s friend Flick finally spoke to add that simple point of distinction.

“Yes – he did the deed in your actual sweet ass!”

“If I recall correctly,” Savannah corrected him, while remaining on her knees and sitting up straight, “you DID get your date with me didn’t you, sir?”

She had a smart-ass expression on her face that read “So why are you still bitching? You got a single pity date” – at least that is how I read it.

“Yeah,” Wayne reminded of a scorned child, “After weeks of constant rejections, leaving you notes, bringing you flowers and making a fool of myself I got ONE date. I borrowed my step-dad’s truck, rented a tux and showed up and you told me we just needed to drop your family off to get a bite – do you remember?”

Savannah clearly did remember. It was the same scam they had pulled on a kid named Todd earlier in the week. Wayne described how Savannah implored him to eat with the family at Rowdy’s restaurant and then after they ran up the bill – they all dined and dashed and left Wayne with a $220 dollar tab.

“Sorry about that, I really am Sir!” Savannah changed the subject quickly. “And he did NOT get to put the bat up my ass – he left after I got busted by my step-dad.”

“So who did get to do it?” Wayne’s question was tinged with an expression of “I hope it wasn’t someone cooler than me!”

“Derek Hammond, Sir,” Savannah answered him without hesitation.

“The baseball jock? He used to shove me into lockers and steal my lunch money! He already has a beautiful girlfriend! That is so not fair. The jocks get everything – and I bet his girlfriend doesn’t even know!”

He would have happily told Angel if Savannah hadn’t said, “She watched the entire thing, Sir.”

“She stood right there and watched her boyfriend get to fondle you and shove a baseball bat right up Savannah Danville’s perfect ass and didn’t mind?” the look on Wayne’s face was one of jealousy and disbelief that a guy could have a hot girlfriend and get to do nasty and naughty things to Savannah right in front of his own girlfriend.

“Actually,” I interjected. I wasn’t going to let Savannah have all the fun. I put on my best rich-bitch know-it-all tone and added, “I think I heard him say he was going to take Angel home and do it to her as well.”

“Why?” now Wayne’s jealousy surfaced, so even someone like Ted could notice it, “What did SHE do wrong? She is so beautiful!”

“She told me that she lets him use her ass because now that she is pregnant he doesn’t want to hurt the baby, Sir.” it was obviously tearing him up inside to know that Angel would so readily give up such an intimate part of her for her boyfriend for such a simple reason.

“In the ass,” Flick had his arms folded and repeated his earlier line. I believe he thought it made him seem ominous to speak so rarely and stand with his arms folded, but it only served to make him seem even creepier and odd. He was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt under his Krystal uniform and somehow it only served to punctuate how peculiar he was. It made me appreciate how ‘normal’ Ryan seemed compared to most boys I’ve met lately.

“I can’t get a girl to give me even a French kiss and this guy gets to do it to two girls in the ass with a baseball bat in one night JUST because he is good at baseball?” Wayne seemed like he was about to have a kenipition fit. Savannah smiled at him sweetly and shrugged with just enough pity that her sympathy only fueled his feelings of inadequacy – I must say it was masterfully done if that was her intention.

Wayne began to mumble about two hundred and twenty dollars for dinner, and how his grandfather gave him advice on women and it never works, and why bother trying, and how come women don’t like gentlemen, and why are they always such materialistic bitches who go for douchebag guys.

“I tell you what Layne,” Ted was in the middle of finishing up his burger when he stopped him, “It was kind of shitty of Savannah to invite you on a date and then stick you with the bill like that.”

“It’s Wayne,” the boy corrected Ted, but my step-uncle wasn’t really listening to him as he continued explaining. It was clear that Ted wasn’t going to take responsibility for having any part in the dine and dash at Rowdy’s himself.

“I can see you like my step-daughter and I’ll give her a choice,” Ted told Savannah she could take two hundred and twenty dollars out of her own money and pay him back or suck his cock.

Wayne’s face was silent, but the joy on his face was like someone who just heard they won a million dollars and that the terminal cancer they once had was cured completely on the same day.

“Suck his dick for free, Sir?” Savannah’s head and shoulders were completely over the bed of the truck looking at the family eating dinner. She was on all fours with the bat hanging out between her legs like a prehensile tail of sorts, and she was worried about not earning money for sucking his dick?

“No, not free,” Ted quickly corrected, “half off would be fair though. What about it Wayne – you want my step-daughter to suck your dick for twenty bucks. Will that make up for everything and get you to forgive her for being such a stuck-up little cocktease?”

“You suck cocks for money?” Wayne had been willing not to question three women could be lewdly bound in the back of a truck, with trashy make up and body writing just for misbehavior. He was however having a hard time coming to grips with the fact the girl who wouldn’t give him the time of the day last summer who he had put on a pedestal was a cheap whore who sucked cocks for cash.

“No, not always sir,” Savannah’s cheeks filled with laughter as she played merrily with his ego. At Ted’s prompting she explained, “A week ago we got into some deep doo-doo. We owe a ton of money in rent, electric bills and mom and me went crazy ordering off Fingerhut and buying a bunch of shit we didn’t need.”

Wayne nodded half-understanding. He had a look on his face that indicated he didn’t think that was too big of a problem.

“My cousin from Cherry Lawn was staying with us and so we all agreed to go out and wash cars to make a little money to pay back our share of the money we needed – but Ted made a bet that he could make us quite a bit more if we agreed to do things his way, Sir.”

“So what happened?” Wayne was caught up in suspense.

“We lost the bet and are on restriction until Sunday. Ted is our boss and we are down at the pool every day washing cars and sucking dicks and we really need the money – I’ve been a sour little bitch to you and I am sorry.”

“So you got to go on a date even though you are on restriction, and you blew it, and that is why you have a baseball bat lodged up your ass?” Wayne didn’t answer the question directly. He was just now starting to understand the situation – which was really aside from the fact we didn’t irresponsibly run up a debt completely true.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! You got it, Sir,” Savannah’s quirky expression when she smiled made you think she was laughing at you and not with you, but it was also very refreshing and honest.

“You don’t mind sucking my dick?” Wayne looked like he was having second thoughts about something he just a moment before thought was too good to be true. It almost seemed like his lack of confidence in himself was going to lead him to talk himself out of one.

“I would mind it a lot less for forty dollars, Sir,” Savannah sighed with a giggle.

“She will be a good little cock sucker; and I’ll tell you what – your talkative buddy there can have her mom or cousin for thirty – no fuck it, twenty as well. Deal?”

Ted had always intended to charge just twenty dollars but both of the boys thought they were getting a deal as they handed him their money straight from their wallets. This was part of Crystal’s earliest lessons in negotiations – start high and then give them a ‘deal’ by reducing the cost to the price you wanted them to pay anyway.

My Aunt sat up in the back of the truck so Flick could get a good look at her. I didn’t try to preen for him because not only was my Aunt far more experienced and motivated – she also had beautiful fake tits and curves.

It had hardly dawned on me that after having gone through the events tonight I hadn’t even blanched at the idea I might be chosen and would have to suck this boys cock. My nipples were so hard and my pussy was still pulsating from the physical sensations and shock to my system from the corded rope walk and having my ass packed with a baseball bat in front of a crowd, that I wasn’t thinking straight; along with my hunger and exhaustion from a hard day of service.

Flick pointed to me and smiled.

“You girls haven’t eaten all night – this is your only chance to get a little midnight snack before we get home – but you boys need to hurry and blow your load quickly. We are about done eating.”

“So, just in the back of the truck then?” Wayne nervously asked while looking around the nearly empty Krystal parking lot.

“Why not?” Ted quipped wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin in an obvious mockery of a well-mannered Gentleman, “Did you have a hotel suite you wanted us to deliver them to? Get your asses up in that truck and your pants down around your ankles so we can get going!”

Flick was the first one to climb into the back of the truck and approach me. He was over six foot tall and while he wasn’t fat – he was stocky. He got very close to my face but made no attempt to take his pants down.

“Can you lay down flat for me and take your pants down, Sir?” I told him gently. “I can’t use my hands.”

Wayne and him both followed my suggestion, with Wayne being apprehensive about taking his pants down, asking nervously to stall, “You don’t mind doing this in front of your mom?”

“Yeah Wayne,” Savannah answered sarcastically while waiting for him to peel off his skinny jeans, “My mom is a real prude. She may not approve – will you please pull your dick out so I can suck you off, Sir?”

“What if I cannot get hard?” he asked and as he sprouted an erection asked, “What if it’s too big and you can’t take it?”

Savannah responded by throating almost all of his cock very effortlessly. My Aunt broke character and told her, “That was very good, honey – almost as good as me.”

Savannah just looked up at her with derision and forced herself to take the last half inch of his cock.

I on the other hand had no problem with Flick. I asked him if he could try to get it hard but I realized too late that it was already hard and probably only three inches long. “Ah, I see,” I suppressed a giggle and put the entire thing in my mouth with no problem.

I kissed his cock lovingly, like Ryan’s tongue, and rolled it back and forth in my mouth while staying on all fours.

“Ahh, ahh, ahhhh, MOMMMY!!!!” Wayne cried out as he exploded first. I heard Savannah’s mouth pop off the boy’s cock and she kissed it once. There was a wash of red across Wayne’s face as he pulled his pants back on quickly and realized how strange he must have sounded when he cried out during orgasm.

“Don’t you dare swallow until your cousin finishes!” Ted told me to hurry up and let everyone load back into the truck. I knew Daisy’s kids had seen me do some disgusting things at this point but now Conner and Ryan were about to see me suck cum right out of a cock; and the thought of it – made me squirt.

I squirted a fresh amount of cum all in the center of the truck and across Wayne’s face.

“Gross! She peed on me!!” Wayne sounded alarmed and disgusted and a fresh wave of revulsion washed down my spine as it began to dawn on me that I was sucking the cock of a stranger for twenty dollars in the back of a truck in front of my family with a baseball bat up my ass and I had just physically orgasmed.

“It’s just cum,” Gene laughed, “she is a horny little bitch and cums her girl jizz all over the place.”

Gene made me sound like this squirty sponge who leaked my girly-goo like a garden hose and perhaps I was tonight. The casual way he characterized me as this horny cum factory who can’t control was deeply humiliating in part because everyone else seemed to agree in their silence.

“She CAME on me?” Wayne’s only concern was the substance on him was CUM – which I guess he considered gross even if it came from a girl.

“I’ll clurn tit urrff,” I mumbled a promise to lick my cum off while my mouth was around his friends cock. I had tasted it many times – and I knew I’d probably have to do it anyway. I was kind of surprised I volunteered so readily but I think on some level it’s that I felt obliged since it did come out of me.

“We don’t have time for that,” Ted explained and ordered my Aunt to lick the boy’s face clean. She nearly dove on him. Unable to hold herself up without use of her hands, she laid down tits to the metal truck bed and licked Wayne’s face free of my “girl goo” as Ted called it.

“C’mon Flick, you are slow at everything you do,” Gene seemed to know Flick. I could see Flick raise a middle finger at Gene while he lay prone and let me lovingly roll his cock around in my mouth.

“We are probably making him nervous,” Ryan offered apologetically.

“Well, he need blow his loaff,” Savannah said with her mouth open slightly, to hold the cum she had received from his best friend.

“Do you wish this cock was buried deep, so deep in my ass, Sir?” I had an epiphany and began to whisper dirty words as I slurped the edges of his cock and tried to find the base under the head with my tongue. He responded very well to that – his eyes getting bigger. “You’d put this cock all the way in my asshole? Stretch it out so that it can please you with my tight little butt?” and KA-POW!

For a boy with a three inch cock he came enough for a bull with a twelve inch cock. I nearly spit it out, but I knew I’d be licking it off the truck floor if I did. Crystal had told me to imagine it was just cough syrup or mayonnaise; and that a moment of holding a teaspoon of bitter fluid in your mouth and swallowing meant so much to a man one time when we discussed blowjobs – I was doing my best, but Flick wasn’t even done after the first spurt invaded my throat.

“Whoa, a fucking geyser!” Ted seemed impressed as he watched from the truck gate.

“Gross,” Sara claimed to have never seen cum before but both of her brothers insisted she had seen it on the Internet.

“That’s totally different,” they argued for what felt like a full thirty seconds before the swollen three inch cock faded to half that size and stopped pumping white, thick fluid to coat my entire mouth and tongue.

“Hold your mouths open wide so they can see what they gave you,” Ted instructed us, and we both complied to let them see in the light of the parking light what their seed looked like in our mouths. A little was running down my mouth and chin, but with my hands cuffed behind my back all I could do was let the snotty juice drip.

“It looks like, as usual, my greedy little niece got way more than she deserves,” Ted observed while Wayne, Flick, Gene, Sara, Damian, Ryan and even Conner had a look at our faces filled with cum.

“Give about half your load to Savannah,” Ted instructed and I stood motionless with my eyes wide, unable to understand what that command meant. He told us he had a treat for us, but we needed to get going because tomorrow morning was coming soon and we would have a lot more cocks to suck.

“Are you wanting to get punished?– or did the cum fill your air-head so full that it blocked your ears?”

Savannah realized what he was asking and moved her mouth over mine to kiss. At first I stuck my tongue in her mouth before I realized she was just trying to suck some of the cum out of my mouth.

“You didna’ haff to franch kass, ma...” Savannah held the white goop in her mouth and readily waited Ted’s order to swallow.

Ted took out a brand new cell phone and told us to swallow and say “Hello YouTube!” again and we both swallowed the bitter, white-yellowish fluid. It took me a full three swallows and Ted even told me to lick my lips because there was still some on my face.

“Crystal, get her cleaned up,” Ted told told the two boys to fuck off now and get back to work. “I hope to see you tomorrow at the pool and bring your friends? You know – if you have any others that is,” Ted through a casual little insult at them but they hardly noticed.

Wayne and Flick were both completely exhausted and yet their faces were pure bliss as if they had attained an inner nirvana through sexual release that they had never experienced any other way. They did not look us in the eye or say one more word to either of us as they got dressed and left – well satisfied. I wondered if Savannah felt guilty about what she had to do with Wayne or if Wayne still had unrequited issues with Savnanah or finally got his closure. I heard Flick mumble “In the ass” with a gleeful chuckle and with that Ted closed the gate.

“Here are two hot dogs,” Ted had two hot-dogs he had been saving for us. I was happy we would finally get some real food.

He handed them to Conner and Ryan and said, “By the time we get home I want these sticking out of their pussies at least three inches. They can eat them in the morning if they behave themselves.”

Gene whined, “Awww, I’d like to DO that.”

“I know,” Ted told him emphatically. “That is why I told Conner and Ryan to do it.”