Rachel was terrified. Her heart thudded in her breast as she peered through the slats of the doors separating her parents' bedroom from the hallway. The double doors had Venetian blind slats in them that supposedly prevented anyone from seeing in because they slanted upward from the outside looking in, thereby affording any peeping tom or thomasina a vague view of the ceiling and nothing else. But the bottom two slats of the left door was broken some time earlier, and tonight the young teenage girl wanted to see what was taking place in her parents' bedroom. There was always so much noise coming from there.
Rachel was the oldest of five children. The other four, two girls and two boys, had been drugged and put to sleep. Had her father had his way, Rachel would have been drugged, as well. But last week, Rachel had only swallowed half her cocoa, and as a result had only been half-drugged. So she had been somewhat awake when the people had started filing into her parents' bedroom. She had been too woozy to get out of bed, but she had been wide enough awake to understand that a lot of men were laughing it up and having a lot of fun, while her poor mother was weeping and even crying out loud. Now she had to see for herself what was going on.
The house in which they lived was in a fairly rundown section of town. Black people had once lived in this neighborhood, but when the welfare benefits up north became so much higher than they were here, in the middle of the Ozarks, all the blacks had moved out, and the poor white trash who had been living in other counties began taking over the abandoned homes.
The home in which Rachel and her family lived was not much more than a shack. It had a large common room that served as a living room, dining room, and kitchen. There was a bathroom of sorts, and two large rooms at the rear of the shack. The two rooms served as bedrooms. The larger room was occupied by her parents. The other room was where Rachel and her two brothers and two sisters slept.
Rachel's father walked nakedly about the house during the day, and so modesty was something that didn't exist here. But Rachel herself, once her breasts had started developing, and the faint lint began growing on her pelvis, had developed a modesty of her own. Against her father's wishes she had gone to school, and she had learned about what was right and what was wrong. She also learned that her father had no morals and didn't subscribe to right or wrong, save that was good or bad for himself.
When she had been younger he used to grab her and rub the flat of his palms against her small nipples, grinning and telling her how she would one day develop big boobs and he would be the first to sample the fruit of her. He talked crazy for a father, and Rachel wasn't able to understand why he was such a slob, and so cruel toward his wife and the five kids.
Jack Kane had once been a migrant worker, but ever since moving into this little shack in Arkansas, he didn't want to work any longer. Just where he got what little money he did accumulate Rachel never did know. At least, she didn't know it until that particular night.
Now he would just lie around all day, doing nothing, occasionally grabbing their mother and dragging her into the bedroom where he did all kinds of things to make her scream . . . things neither Rachel or the other kids wanted to know. Had it been up to her father, Rachel would have been made aware of what he and her mother did in that bedroom. But her mother was a modest woman, a helpless little bit of a thing, with red-gold hair and almond eyes. Rachel didn't look at all like her.
In fact, Rachel didn't look like either of her parents. Her mother had a short, upturned nose, and she had a straight, almost flat nose. Her mother's lips were thin, but hers were full. Her father had a broad, piggish snout and very slim, slavering lips. Whenever he looked at Rachel the overweight man seemed to be drooling. Rachel often wondered why.
At the present time, she was only half-developed. Her breasts were slightly more than bumps, though when they were full-grown they would be immense. Her waist was thin, but then so was the rest of her. She didn't have that much to eat, and it was amazing that she was starting to round out the way she was, all things considered. She had wide hips, very wide hips, and long, slender thighs and calves.
Her hair was a ratty brown, not red like her mother's, nor black like her father's.
Every week, once a week, on Wednesday nights, Jack Kane, out of the so-called goodness of his heart, gave his kids a cup of hot chocolate to drink. Since it was the only sweet thing he gave them, all five usually greedily drank it, and all five usually fell into a stupored sleep, afterward. But Rachel had only taken a half cup this previous week, and so had heard the goings-on in the other room.
This week, she had managed to throw her cocoa out the window, pretending she had swallowed it all, and after the other kids had fallen asleep, Rachel had lay awake in her bed, waiting. When her mother had peered in to make certain the kids were sleeping, she had pretended to be asleep. Then the woman had returned to the other bedroom, and Rachel lay there, listening as her father greeted the men who were coming in.
From the sounds of their voices, Rachel knew who these men were. There was Zeke Weiss, whose mother had slept with a German one night, and so had conceived Zeke, a short, rat-faced man with a squiggly mustache. His mother's last name was Holcomb, but she insisted Zeke be named after the man who had slept with her, and so he was called Weiss. There was Al Danfield, the old man who had always dreamed of being someone important, and who would die being a nobody, and not even a married nobody.
There were others, but Rachel didn't remember their names because she didn't like them. About the only person in these parts, other than her mother and her brothers and sisters, that she did like, was
Manford Kelly, the son of the big landowner, nearby. The Kellys gave whatever work there was in the neighborhood to the former migrant workers who now lived in what was called Shanty Town. What was more, Manford liked her.
CHAPTER TWO
Rachel stared, amazed at what was going on. Her father had stripped her mother naked, then had tied the lovely redheaded woman in the center of their bed, binding her arms above her head, to the iron headboard. The young girl knew her mother felt shame covering her like a horrible blanket. It was the kind of covering her mother would find impossible to dislodge no matter how hard she mentally struggled against it. Having learned her morals from her mother. Rachel was able to feel the same sense of shame.
Now the blanket was about to be replaced by something far more evil and wicked. All the other men in the room were naked, as naked as her father, and it was obvious all these men intended at one time or another, blanketing her mother with their own bodies. They were already half-drunk, and from the way her father was counting the cash he had, it was obvious these men had all paid for the privilege of stabbing her mother.
Susan, Jack's wife, lay there, horrified. She had never been able to get used to this. Ever since her husband had found out from some doctor who treated the migrant workers that he wasn't able to sire kids, the man had been vile. He treated Susan as if she were the one the blame, and though he claimed to be the father of all five kids, Susan knew better. He hadn't sired one of them. She had never told that to the children, hoping their constant attention to the man might make him learn to love them.
The fact was, Jack had taken to the two boys, Aaron and Steve. He let them hang around with him during the day, showing them how to fish in the nearby creek, how to steal a little, and how to cheat a lot.
But when it came tc Rachel, Sue-Ann, and Millie, the man looked at them with the same lust he'd had when he had first raped Susan and then had dragged her along with him on his migrant working tours. There had never been a formal marriage, but Susan had been living with Jack for sixteen years now, and that was more than long enough for their marriage to be considered binding in the eyes of any law.
At the moment, Susan was thinking only that her body was once again about to become the receptacle into which all these men would lewdly pour their sperm as they had done time and time again, every
Wednesday for more than fifteen years, now. This was how Jack made most of his money-selling her body to those men who had no woman of their own.
She had protested in the beginning, and Jack had beaten her. Then he had taken to threatening her. He had a pet black widow spider which he kept in a small wire cage. He fed the spider flies and once in a while even tossed in a male for her to kill. But he used the black widow basically to keep Susan in line. The cage was always hanging from a ceiling rafter, in plain sight above her, letting her know that is she fought against him, he would let the spider bite her, and perhaps kill her.
Susan knew she would have submitted to any demands, no matter how sick and depraved, to keep the poison of the spider from entering her body. She was, underneath everything, a delicately fragile female, and even a bee sting might have been fatal to her.
At the moment she lay there, her white flesh shimmering with perspiration in the room that stank of so many human bodies-bodies that hadn't been washed in God-only-knew-how-long. Her breasts were firm after all this time, with pink-tipped nipples and areolae, and the men drooled at the sight of her delightful nakedness. Her waist was slender, her hips broad, and she had a sparse matting of flame-colored hair on her pelvis.
The only thing making the weekly ordeal partially bearable was the fact that her husband gave her a little of the drug he gave his kids. Not too much. After all, she had to stay awake. But tonight the drug didn't seem to be working. She was feverishly praying for the drug to work, but instead, she found herself more awake than ever, and she began wondering if her husband had given her the right drug. Her body was perspiring profusely, and the nerve-endings within her seemed more alive than ever.
"Okay, Zeke," Jack was saying to the first man, the one with the squiggly mustache, with a big, red penis, red from tip to base. "You won the pool, so you git to go first, this time. Y'git fifteen minutes, no more. And iff n y'mark her, y' don't get to use her next time."
The short, black-haired, greasy man known as Zeke smiled at her as he always did. He had fucked her almost every week during the past fifteen years, and he never seemed to tire of using her.
Susan cringed, hating the sight of him, the smell of him-like rotten onions-and the touch of him. He was covered all over his chest with ape-like hair, and he had a flabby belly in spite of being skinny. At the moment he stared at the helpless redhead with undisguised rapaciousness in his eyes. His cock began bouncing up and down, and the helpless woman wondered to herself why the drug she had taken wasn't working.
As Zeke came closer, it occurred to her something was definitely happening to her body, and it had nothing to do with sleepiness. On the contrary, she was not only more cognizant than ever of all that was happening, but she was actually feeling something akin to arousal in spite of the way she detested Zeke. The first piercing warning came to her when Zeke gleefully leaned over the edge of the bed and began running his dirty, calloused hands over her smoothly cringing white flesh.
Her reaction was immediate and violent. Jack had gone to the swamp witch, and he'd gotten himself some kind of potion, like he was always threatening to do. It was a drug designed to make her actually like what was being done to her.
Deeply digging, indescribably shocking electrical bolts of lightning blasted through her tremblingly frayed nerve-endings, making Susan feel as if a million tiny needles were piercing her. Taunting demons of lust danced along her slender white thighs, reaching into the inner softness of the flesh between them. Her buttocks began bouncing and grinding desperately into the mattress in the hope of somehow or other quenching the overpowering flames taking control of her. She lay there, totally immobile for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the constant pinpricks of continuing sensation following the path of coarse fingers touching her helpless flesh.
Zeke played cruelly on, unaware that Susan's responses were the result of her husband's drugging her with an aphrodisiac. Rachel stared, watching it all, unable to believe how her father was capable of such cruelty. Had she known to what lengths his cruelty really went, she would have gone screaming out of the house. As it was, she remained transfixed, watching.
Zeke placed his thick thumbs on the fleshy outer lips, covered with sparse hair, that protected the exterior of her taut cunt, then slowly peeled Susan's labia apart. Susan simply lay there holding her breath, fighting with all her inner moral strength, but even as she mentally struggled, she knew she wasn't strong enough.
Sure enough, her resistance slowly but surely melted-a resistance she had built for many, many years. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying it.
The lovely redheaded woman groaned, an exquisite feeling of air wafting over the swelling bud of her tantalizing clitoris. Sensation rippled through her trembling belly, moving into her breasts and radiating from the swollen pink points of her nipples. The thrills she felt overwhelmed the debasing humiliation she always felt as this time as Zeke's familiar, but horrible hands continued roaming over her tantalizing nakedness. Susan was aware it was the drug her husband had given her and not the presence of Zeke Weiss that was doing this to her. The straining muscles in her thighs slowly began to relax, and the ivory whiteness of her rounded breasts rose and fell heavily with her pan-tingly labored breath.
Zeke's thick tongue nervously moved through his slash of a mouth, and small beads of sweat formed on his nose above his scraggly mustache as he watched the gradual transformation of emotion taking place in this woman whose body he was stroking. For all the other times he had fucked her, she had let him know with facial expressions just how much she hated it, but now, for the first time, she was really enjoying what was happening to her. No wonder Jack was charging two bucks for her this week, instead of only one buck.
Christ! He was so hot for her, he wasn't able to wait. He shoved her sweet, unresisting white thighs wide apart with the calloused palms of his rough hands and eagerly crawled between their lush slenderness.
All kinds of wanton devils danced around the rough pink edges of Susan's nakedly exposed vagina as she felt the bed sag from Zeke's slight weight. Her cunt felt like a wet, hot tunnel that was waiting to be filled . . . it had to be filled.
Susan's eyes locked on the red cock dangling from the kneeling body of the skinny, flabby man above her. For the first time in her life she actually wanted to be penetrated by the organ. Forgotten for the moment was the black widow spider in the cage overhead. Forgotten were all her fears of humiliation, mortification, and shame. She needed only one thing now, and that one thing was the man's cock! Yes, she suddenly needed that prick more than she needed anything else in the world, and her humping body seemed to try to reach out for it.
Even as her brain told her this was the same repulsive Zeke Weiss, who hadn't bathed in years, who had breath that smelled like a toilet, who during the regular week she always avoided like the plague because he liked to tell everyone in Shanty Town that he had fucked her yet again, her legs uncontrollably kicked out and her heels curled around his buttocks. She began jerking him toward her with wild motions, pulling him with a grunt, making him slide on top of her slender, svelte body. He guided the tickly swollen, blood-filled head of his red cock straight into the depths of her throbbing vagina, his light form crushing itself against her, slamming her own slender body solidly against the mattress beneath her. Then he levered up and slammed forward again, ramming his throbbing rod as deep as it would go in the succulence of her rich, coral cunt. His dangling balls, black with curling hairs, smacked heavily against her upturned ass as his flabby, skinny belly bored heatedly into the yielding softness of her buttery soft interior.
The men standing around the bed were cheering Zeke on. Outside the room, Rachel had an un-obstructed view of the man on top of her mother, and she saw his thick pole lancing into the narrow slash between her mother's thighs, and now she understood completely what her father was doing and how he made what little money he did make.
Susan strained against the ropes holding her wrists, but they held, cruelly cutting into the small slimness of her arms. She ground her teeth solidly against each other, gnashing them in order to be able to withstand the torture her arms felt. She wanted Zeke even more deeply inside her. She wanted to pull his throbbing cock into the farthest part of her hotly quivering cunt, but her arms were tied, preventing her from using her hands.
"Deeper," she yelled at Zeke. "Push that rod of yours deeper."
Rachel was astonished at the way her mother was reacting to this horrible thing. But her mind rationalized that even if the man, himself were horrible, what he was doing was obviously something which, once her mother became accustomed to it, the woman liked. How much more enjoyable would it be with a man she loved?
Zeke grasped the helpless redhead's asscheeks with both hands and pile-drove his pulsating cock that much more deeply into her. He slammed in to the hilt, but his cock, long as it was, wasn't nearly as long as Jack's, and so it wasn't long enough.
Susan groaned with frustration, splaying her legs even wider apart to give Zeke that much greater access to her innards. But no matter what she did, he was unable to reach all the way into her.
As if trying to make up for the fact that his pulsating prick wasn't quite long enough, the sweating little man with the scraggly mustache pushed his slimy tongue into Susan's mouth, his heavy saliva dribbling out and pouring down her helpless throat. In spite of this bad breath and his terrible body odor, Susan sucked on the tongue with a wild and wanton frenzy. Her body was caught up in a whirlpool of lust, naked and raw and unlike anything she had ever previously known. The man's jerking cock continued pistoning into her unmercifully, bringing gasps of pain and desire as his flabby belly slammed against her flat, white, perfect stomach. He brutally pounded into her again and again, and then suddenly Susan was stiffening as the first orgasm she had ever allowed herself to feel in all this time began trammeling through her wanton body.
"AAAAA IIIIII YYYYY AAAA II-III-IEE-EEEEAAAAA GGGG GHHHHHHAAAAA IIII YYYYEEE-EEA-AAAIIII YYYYAAAA IIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAIII GGGGG HHH AA-A-AAH-HH-HHH" she shrieked, and at the same time quaked as the heatedly pulsing sperm from Zeke Weiss began spattering inside her.
Susan kicked so violently, Zeke fell out of her, and his wildly jerking cock spit sperm on her belly. It splashed all over her.
Rachel stared, awed, yet disgusted. Now she knew why her father stared lustfully at her, and she pulled away from the door as the next man jumped on her mother. Her father wanted to do this same thing to her, and here, in this part of Arkansas, she knew of girls years younger than herself who had already had babies.
CHAPTER THREE
Manford Kelly's father was the big wheel in this little Arkansas county. He didn't hold any political offices, but he controlled the men who did. Luke Kelly was a self-made millionaire. Shee-itt! Anyone living in this part of the country was either in politics, was piss-poor like the majority of folks, or was filthy rich like Luke.
Luke Kelly was a giant of a man, about six feet tall, weighing in at two hundred-and-ten pounds, all of it meaty muscle, with black hair, tan skin, and a disposition that ran from razorback meanness to gentle warmth. The man had piercing brown eyes, a long nose, and a thin mouth which never betrayed what he was thinking.
Luke had married a fourteen-year-old blonde-haired girl from his neighborhood when he had been in his early twenties and on his way to making a fortune. The girl had died giving birth to Manford, his son, whom he was bringing up to take over when the time came. During all this time, Luke had fucked just about every luscious piece of ass who had lived in the neighborhood. He had wanted to fuck Susan Kane, but when he'd learned that-her husband sold her body regularly on Wednesday nights to fifty of his cronies, he decided not to touch her. In a way it was lucky for all of them that the men were so hot for Susan's body they didn't go chasing after other cunt. None of them became diseased, and as a result, Susan, after all these years, in spite of having to take a two hour bath in the creek on Thursday mornings, was also disease-free.
Then Luke found out his son was going to school with Susan's oldest daughter, Rachel. Now Rachel wasn't quite the beauty her mother was. She still had a long way to go, but one day she would get there. At first Luke thought Jack Kane might be selling Rachel's body, too, but through the grapevine he soon learned that Rachel, as of now, was still untouched. Her paw hadn't fucked her . . . yet.
Well now, Luke wanted his boy, Manford, to lose his own cherry, and what safer way than with a virgin. So the day following Rachel's witnessing of what her father and his cronies had done to her mother, Luke sent his chauffeur to school and told the man to bring Rachel to him when she was finished with her classes for the day.
Rachel was young enough to be impressed by wealth, and when Luke Kelly said he wanted to see her, Rachel was only too quick to get into the limousine and let the chauffeur drive her to the big house on the hill. It was a huge, one-story house, very long and very wide, with a red-tiled roof and white stucco walls. It was surrounded by a large flower garden. Rachel had never seen so many different kinds of colors of flowers in her entire life. There had to be at least fifty or sixty people working here full time to keep the house and garden in top shape.
She was let out before the front door, and she smoothed her hands over her brown gingham dress as she walked, barefooted, into the great tiled hall. A black butler ushered her to the large sitting room where Luke Kelly had just completed some business and was now relaxing
"Well, girl," he said to her. "I guess your wonderin' why ah sent fer you."
"Yessir!" Rachel nodded, looking at the hefty man in his white, short-sleeved shirt and light-gray slacks.
"S'like this, Rachel," he told her. "Ah like you. You're clean, and what's more, y'don't let the other boys around here put their hands under your dress. So here's my proposition."
Rachel listened, flabbergasted. It never occurred to her that a man as rich as Luke Kelly cared for anything as crass as sex. But as she listened, she began gaining a new insight, not only into Luke, but all men. There wasn't a man in the world who obviously didn't like his nookie. Apparently her own pussy was, for the moment, worth a little more than her mother's, or any other woman's around here, if only because she was old enough to be fucked, and to date, and hadn't been. Luke had confirmed this by speaking with the local doctor, who had examined Rachel only two days earlier when she had complained of post-menstrual cramps. Her period over, the pains should have gone, but apparently they hadn't. The doctor had assured her it sometimes happened. She had nothing to worry about, but he had checked her out anyway, and he had found she was still a virgin.
"So you see," Luke was saying, "I want you to go with my boy, Manford, and afterward, iff n your interested, mebbee you and I can talk about some kind of an arrangement twixt you'n' me."
"My paw might get mad," she told him.
'Hmmm," Luke Kelly nodded. "Knowin' your paw, he'd want to get in his licks, too. Well now, I'll settle with your paw. But are you willin' to let Manford be the first one?"
"Sure," she nodded.
"Just one thing, Manford don't know what to do. Seein' as your a virgin, you don't know too much, either. You go into the next room, look at some of those picture books ah got in there, read some of the words, and then you go upstairs and wait for Manford in his room. You gotta do all the work, honey. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, nervously.
In less than an hour, after having read the various books in Luke Kelly's library, and having looked at the pictures in his books, and remembering what it was the men had done to her mother, Rachel felt she knew just about all there was to know. When Luke walked into the room and askeH her if she was ready, he nodded, telling him, I'll do as you say, Mr. Kelly."
"Good girl," the man nodded. "I'll open a small bank account for you at the local bank. Each time y'do something to make me or the boy happy, Til put a few dollars in there fer you. Okay?"
"Ah'm not one of them there kinda women, Mr. Kelly," she told him. "Ah'll do it 'cause ah like Manford, not 'cause of yer money."
"Well now, thass mighty nice of you, miss," he smiled. "But lemmee give you a word of advice. Money is hard to git, and when you gits a chance to earn some of it, take it. Everyone, man or woman, is that kinda person. They're called whores. Everyone is a whore. It's just a matter of degree. Some men and women offer themselves fer sale at a high price, while others do things cheaply."
"Well iff'n you want to really give me somethin' worthwhile," Rachel told him, "Instead of you puttin' money in a bank account in mah name, you take mah maw and mah two sisters, 'fore paw gets his hands on 'em, and you move 'em all to another county and see to it they got some kinda good job so's they kin earn their own livin' and don't hafta depend on paw no more."
"You're really somethin,' Rachel," Luke told her. "What about you once yer maw is gone."
"Ah'll be all right," Rachel insisted.
CHAPTER FOUR
She was waiting in Manford's room when he walked in. He had been told she'd be there, but he was surprised anyway because she had taken a shower and hadn't bothered getting dressed again. She was stark-staring naked. What was more, she insisted he undress before he come near her.
Rachel wasn't sure of what to really do, but her mind was filled with pictures, and so she understood what she had to try to do. She had to pretend she had some experience, and she did.
"Jeez!" Manford said, looking at her, squinting without his glasses as he shed the last of his clothing. "You're really somethin' nice to look at, Rachel. Paw told me you was willin' fer this. You sure?"
"Only cause it's you, Manford," she replied. "Sooner or later ah gotta lose mah cherry, anyway, so ah might as well give it to you."
He stared at her, at her small, budding breasts, her white belly, her slender body, and he decided she had the body of a woman athlete in spite of her youth. But then, in girls' gym, she was pretty good on those parallel bars. He knew, because he and the guys used to sneak a look into the girls' gym and watch.
She came toward him then, walking a bit uncertainly, smiling, letting him know she was new to all this in spite of the false confidence she was attempting to convey.
"Come on, Manford," she said, looking at his slender form, but especially at his long, thin cock. It was almost as long as her dad's when he got up in the morning and had to take a leak. But it wasn't nearly as thick, and she figured it was skinny enough so it wouldn't hurt her too much this first time. "Let's you and I do it, huh?"
She didn't have to say any more. Her arms moved uncertainly around his neck and she kissed him timidly, remembering in what she read that kissing was an important part of it all. Surprisingly, it was her first real kiss, and it was Manford's also. She took him off-balance, and he fell back onto the bed where she lay on top of him, pinning him. Her body radiated lots of heat as she writhed against him, drawing the bland-faced youth into a straining, wriggling embrace. Though neither was too aware of how to use their tongues, they managed, making it look like an oral wrestling match more than anything else. It was a long, long kiss.
From that point on it was a pretty wild experience for the two of them. It wasn't that things were happening quickly, because they didn't-at least not in the beginning. Rachel took her sweet time about everything, not really knowing what to do, but following the instructions she had read in one of the books in the library of Luke Kelly. Too, she remembered how Zeke Weiss's hands and traveled over her mother's body, arousing the woman, and she felt that a woman was probably equally as capable of arousing a man the same way. Straining her memory, she did it all slowly, seeming to swarm all over the youth, oozing over his body like honey. Her mouth and hands literally worshipped every last little bit of him as she touched him, familiarizing herself with the male anatomy, firsthand. She remembered reading how she was to continue complimenting him, and so she told him how firm his body was, how strong his muscles felt, and how masculine he was. Then she moved her face to his quivering ramrod. Rachel had never touched a penis before, but she had seen pictures of women fondling and kissing cocks, and she knew this was what she was expected to do. This was the only way she would be able to get her mother and sisters free of her father. So she stared at his penis, and though she knew it was a lot thinner than either her father's' or Zeke Weiss's, she let loose with a flood of verbal adoration that was overwhelming.
"Ooooooh, Manford," she said to him. It's so magnificent, so wonderful, so big. Wow! I've never seen anything like it."
"Aww, it's not so big," the boy insisted.
"It's marvelous, I have to . . . ummmmm . . . " her lips were gently pecking tiny nibbling kisses all over the penile head as her fingertips continued fondling the stem and the arching length of it. "It's so long.. . so gorgeous . . . so nicely shaped . . . geez. . . it's so hot, and the skin has such nice texture.. . . "
The boy worried about the aroma being emitted from his penis. He knew she had taken a shower for him, but he hadn't had a chance to take one, himself. But it was obvious that Rachel wasn't the least bit disturbed by the aroma his penis was emitting.
The truth was, Rachel had no idea how a penis ought to smell. The boy kept himself reasonably clean, and after smelling the horrid odors on the bodies of the various men she knew had touched her mother, Rachel thought the muskily scented penis before her was a godsend. She was ecstatic because it was so far superior in scent and cleanliness to that of those horrid men who had vented their lusts on her mother.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh Manford, what you have here is granite all wrapped up in doeskin. It's so proud, so handsome , so powerful-looking.. . . "
She was down on her knees in front of him now, pulling him to the edge of the bed while she was on the floor. Rachel got herself used to the penis by alternately licking it and fondling it, saying words of praise. Her hands became accustomed to his testicles, fondling them, stroking his upper thighs, his flat buttocks, and even his knees. She playfully sucked on the pink head, tasting the musky fluid it emitted, licking it again and again, quickly acquiring a taste for it. Her hands continued roaming all over his shuddering body, and she found herself stroking his belly, pinching it, kneading it, stroking it as she nuzzled his pulsing penis, enjoying the warmth it emitted.
Rachel took a long, long time, letting herself get more and more used to the penis. It was Manford who finally pulled her to her feet and suggested they both lay on the bed and become more familiar with one another's personal parts.
Rachel was afraid to let him touch her just yet. Not that she was going to back out of this. No way! She had given her word to his father, and she know the father would keep his word and take her mother and sisters away from here. She had known better than to ask the man to include her in the package deal. After all, it was obvious he was lusting after her himself, and as a result had let her know of his desire for her. She was certain he would take her once or twice, and then forget about her, but until he had done so, she had to stay around. Besides, her being around would give her father an opportunity to use her in place of her mother, and as a result keep him from going after the poor woman.
"Don't touch me just yet," Rachel said, speaking her hot-breathed remarks directly to his organ. "I'm as new at this as you are, and I feel funny about anyone touching me there, just yet. I mean, I sort of need to be warmed up slowly, and by my making love to you this way, the heat's getting to me, and soon enough you'll get to me. So for now, just let me go on tasting you like this, huh?"
She was nervous as all get-out, not really knowing what to do, letting herself be guided by what she had seen and read in the past hour-teaching a boy even less knowledgeable than herself. The blind leading the blind. But she had to do this. Aside from helping her mother and sisters, she knew her father was going to take advantage of her once her mother wasn't in the house. In fact, she had planned to sacrifice herself to help her mother escape from her father's cruelty. Her father wouldn't be gentle about it, not at all. So this first time had to be something special for her, even if she was the one supposedly leading the way.
She made the boy feel as if he were getting something for nothing. Boy! He was a few years older than she, yet she felt as if she were the more mature party. Still, it was better this way, because if she had allowed him to bumblingly take control, it might have all turned into a disaster.
Little by little her attentions to his genital area became less sensitive and fluttery to the youth. As she became more confident of herself, Rachel talked less and concentrated more on tugging on his penis and sucking the head between her lips, and that, very delicately.
She had read, while in the room downstairs, that an inexperienced youth was always prone to premature ejaculation, and a woman would be able to spot that by the throbbing in his urethra, the long tube in the underside of the penis. So she kept her fingertips pressed to it as she sucked, and as he became accustomed to her lips, the pulsations decreased until she was certain he wasn't in any real danger of coming. The boy had been just as afraid as she of climaxing too quickly, and when he felt his balls relax a little, he breathed all the more easily.
Rachel began gauging the strength of her oral caresses, purposely keeping them below the level of intensity, aware that with a boy like Manford, she was able to enjoy the luxury of proceeding at her own pace. With her father, things would be different. The result was that his youthful cock seemed to stretch and grow that much longer, and it even seemed to thicken a little more, letting her know that she was a lot better at this than she had initially believed. Even so, the twitching of the penis let her know she had him on the edge of all times, and it made her feel good to think Manford thought so much of her that he would lose control at almost any moment.
Even Manford found it difficult to believe how long it was taking him to reach the boiling point considering how gorgeous and sexy Rachel looked. He knew she had never done anything with another boy, and it had never occurred to him that his father had hired her especially for him. He sincerely believed she felt about him as he did about her. She did, but would not have given herself so readily to him under other circumstances.
He stared at the way she licked his penis, but after a while he realized it at all. Her hand was gripping the stanchion and her mouth was lavishing sucking kisses all over the tip, though now and again she would take her hand away and let her tongue run up and down the length of the underside to taunt the sensitive urethra. Little by little she was using her lips more, pushing them lower and lower each time she sucked the knob of his penis between them. Her mouth sank deeper, and she tugged on more of the phallic prod until her ringed lips were halfway down. Each time her sucking mouth dipped, it sank a little lower, and she pulled a bit more solidly on the phallic stick. Soon the penile head was butting against her throat, and she knew she would gag if he shoved the tip any further inside. Still, she was the one controlling it all, and so she was careful, with her thumb and forefinger ringing the base while her lovely tugging lips pulled and sucked with steaming regularity, building the senses in him that much more strongly.
Remembering at all times to do the different things about which she had read, the lovely brown-haired girl continued massaging his testicles with her free hand, letting the middle finger reach out and rub into the crack between his ass. She was glad he wasn't sweaty down there, and it gave her the courage to touch the pucker of his asshole. She didn't poke her finger inside as the book had suggested, but simply pressed against the tip.
As far as Manford was concerned, everything she was doing was great, but she never did any one thing long enough. Her hands and mouth kept shifting around, never bearing down with enough sufficiency to start him on the long, giddily delightful climb toward orgasm.
He remained seated on the corner of the bed as she returned to her knees on the floor in front of him. When his body began trembling, she was afraid he might be losing control of himself. Was she doomed to having him shoot in her mouth without enjoying some of this, herself?
Remembering what she had read in one of the books, she slowly rose, literally lifting his buttocks with her as she continued sucking on his penis. Then, little by little, she edge sideways until she was able to knee her way onto the bed. One of her knees raised itself and came down on the other side of his head. She had to make him understand that she needed some pleasing, too.
According to what she had read, this was called sixty-nine. The reason for such a name was obvious.
Her own bashful vagina was hot and leaking fluids, and it hovered directly over his handsome, youthful face. He peered up and saw the rich pink of her virginal cut. To the boy, it looked like something apart from Rachel, something independently alive, with a mind, and an eye, and a nervous system all its own. It seemed to writhe and change shape as it squirmed over him, as if it was smacking its lips in anticipation of tasting his tongue.
Rachel hunched forward, her mouth once again returning to the good-looking boy's pulsing cock. She pressed her body lower, allowing her budding breasts to slowly push against his lower belly as she moved her cunt back and forth above his staring eyes. She had no idea what it was like to feel a tongue or a mouth against her vagina, but this was what the book said had to be done. Obviously the women to whom this was done didn't find it an unhappy experience, so she assumed it was something she might like, too. But she wondered if, like sucking a penis, having her cunt licked was a taste she would have to acquire.
Manford raised his head the littlest bit and brought his nose into direct contact with the coral-pink, glistening, delightfully undulant petals of luscious pulpy flesh. Her cuntlips automatically opened to receive his tongue and mouth, revealing the entire interior of her virginal crevice, from the narrow little hole where his nose seemed to comfortably fit inside, to the reaching, quivering, extended stem of quaking tissue that seemingly drew his tongue as if it were a flesh magnet. When he pressed the tip of his tongue against the button-like head of the clitoris, as if ringing a bell inside her, he was surprised to feel her vertically smiling cunt open up and then close around his face, fastening itself to him from earlobe to earlobe, chin to eyebrows, pulling on his face like some starving shellfish, surging and sucking more powerfully than her mouth was doing around the pole of his pulsing penis. She seemed to be pulling on his face as if trying to tug his head into the narrowness of her pussy.
What followed was even more fantastic to Manford. His tongue swirled around the palpitating clitoris again and again, then, following Rachel's example of doing more than one thing, he shifted his lingual digit's attack, sending the tongue thrusting its way deep into the simmering center of her cuntal canal. As a result, that fantastic hollow seemed to close in on itself and tighten so constrictingly he was almost unable to pull his tongue out of her.
Meanwhile, Rachel, feeling the wonders of what his mouth was doing to her never-before-breached cunt, continued her worship of his penis with her mouth. She saw the way his testicles seemed to assert their independence, bouncing in their scrotal container, so that when he had finished a second round of sucking her tantalizing little clitoral bud, his hands grabbed her snug ass moons and pulled them apart so he was able to wrench his head free from the interior of her dripping pussy.
"Too much!" he was gasping. 'Too much! You keep this up and I'm agonna come, Rachel-honey."
Remembering other things she had read, Rachel, in a virtual blur of flashing limbs, whirled around so that she was sitting astride his groin, staring down at his face, wet with her cunt juices. Her hot cunt lay against the underside of his cock, forcing it to lay against his belly, and the lips of her dribbling pussy pulled at the flesh of his scrotum, as if trying hard to yank his entire genital area into her. She slid her cunt back and forth, letting the lips slurp up and down and steely length of his cock while also washing over his testicles with repeated salacity.
"Come on, Manford," she whispered, terrified, realizing the time had come for her to deflower herself. "Let's really do it!"
The boy was almost dumbstruck because of the speed she had used to turn herself around. He ached to stab his cock into her steaming feminine orifice, and tugging his hips down, he slammed them up a half-dozen times in the hope of ramming his tip into her narrow little pandiculation. All the while she rotated and swizzled her entire lower torso around and around. As a result, the penile tip missed her opening every time, and her vaginal muscle rings, like the coils of a snake, contracted tightly around the base of the handsome youth's throbbing penis, massaging the staff like some affectionate anaconda embracing an upright cobra. His balls pressed against her perineum, sending wild shudders vibrantly charging through him.
Little by little the seething sperm which had almost reached the point of no-return, settled back. The boy began breathing easier, reaching out and letting his hands caress the smallness of her two growing breasts.
"Wow!" he gasped. "For a second I thought I was gonna come too fast."
"You're doing just fine," she complimented, still not sure of herself and therefore unaware how good or bad things seemed to progress.
"Wanna go back to sucking?" he asked.
"Hey, everything in good time," Rachel told him, sounding as if she were all-knowing, as if she had done this all her life.
Grinning at the youth, she snapped her tantalizing pussy forward and back a number of times, applying strong friction to the underside of his masculine room, sending flames of lust shooting through the youth. Her body rubbed more and more firmly against him.
"Well, you name it, Rachel-honey," Manford told her. "We'll do it!"
"Well, let's kind of take it slow and easy and try eventually fitting you inside me," she said.
"Hey, I know you ain't never done this with no one afore. Ah'm told it kin hurt quite a bit the first time."
"Well, we'll make it so good, we'll never even feel the hurt," she insisted.
Bending forward, she kissed him smack on the mouth, enjoying the taste of his lips and tongue. Then she straightened up and began moving around and around on him, lifting and lowering her lovely asscheeks, bouncing and jouncing all over him, rubbing her cunt lips against his prick again and again, pressing on his testicles, forcing them to tighten and draw up into his groin.
His hands rubbed against her small nipples, and while the boy continued twisting, pulling, and tugging on her nipples, she kissed his ear, whispering to him, telling him how wonderful he was, and how well he was hung, letting him hear all the things a man wants to hear. Her whispers told him how she was feeling, and as a result she felt wild desire buck and shudder in the interior of her spasming womanly chute.
"Tsure have one long cock, Manford," she told him. The books she had read had given her the various names for the different parts of the male and female body, though she had known most of them for years since her father had never been one to keep his mouth closed around the house, always calling her a future cocksucker, and her brothers future cuntlappers and pussyeaters. "It's kinda like one of them there smoke stacks ah see from the elecrical power company building," she went on. "One of them there fat-bulged things kinda like you see on the old woodburning locomotives-with sparks shootin' out and all. Ooooooooh! Ah kin hadly wait fer you to drive that there big engine all the way inside me. When ah squeezed it with mah hands afore, it kinda felt like an old burning roast with a big fat bone right down the middle, fresh outta the oven and pipin' hot, all juicy and rarin' to be worked on. Geez! Even now ah can feel it throbbin' under mah cunt. Ah kin feel every little bulge and contour, the head hittin' against my ass-cheeks."
She lifted herself up then, and somehow the tip of his penis managed to snag the tiny little opening of her vagina. She rotated herself around on it, and slowly began sinking. The rod might have been thinner than others she had seen, but it was still a lot thicker than she was, internally. As a result, she gasped as the penile head widened her narrow stricture. Slowly she sank lower, feeling agony cut through her as her tunnel widened more and more. Rachel gasped then, feeling the head press against her membrane. Jesus! It sure hurt! But she was determined to get this thing done with Manford. If she had to leave it up to her paw, she knew damn well he would rip the damn thing out so that she might bleed to death, after.
She forced herself lower, feeling the head of his hard cock tear through her virginal membrane. The ripping caused even more agony, yet she shudderingly forced the pain to the back of her mind as she kept pushing herself lower. One last shove, and all of him was inside her. The lips of her cunt were bloodily kissing the base of his throbbing cock, and painful as it felt, she forced herself to rotate around the penis again and again, widening her clutching tunnel so that the throbbing prick would fit comfortably inside her.
Little by little the pain began slowly fading, and in its place was a sensation more wondrous than anything she had ever imagined. No wonder her mother had reacted crazily to Zeke Weiss's cock thrusting in and out, in spite of the fact that the woman detested Zeke.
"Y' know," she gasped. "Yer so long, why it feels like the head of yer cock is clear up between mah lungs. Ah swear, ah'm crammed so fulla you, when you come it's gonna hit the roof of mah mouth and ah'm gonna be spittin' seed. Jesus! When you come, ah'm gonna come. Instead of blastin' through the ceilin', ah'm gonna clamp mahself so tight around your blunderbuss, ah'll just blow up."
Having run out of words for the moment, she gave him an idea of the capabilities of her cunt, letting herself discover her muscular control, as well. She clenched her labia and walls tightly around his throbbing poker until the both of them believed they had become fused solidly together-flesh melted into flesh like a candle plunged into a vat of hot wax.
"Ogooooh woww!" the youth gasped, digging his heels into the bed for leverage and lifting her high with the force of his hips.
"Unnnnh! Good! Wonderful! More, Manford, more!" she begged. "Ah'm feelin' things like I ain't never felt before. You got me right on the ragged edge of somethin', and ah'd sure like to know what it takes to turn on that hose of yours. Fer a guy who thought he was gonna shoot too fast, yer holdin' back nicely. It's kinda like you're whippin' me to death from the inside, and ah love it, ah love it!"
She was hotter than the biggest cannon cracker she had ever seen, her mind trying to remember more of the things she'd read so that her cuntal satchel would be able to perform even more ably around the hard length of cock. She knew the boy loved what he was feeling every bit as much as she loved it now that the pain was gone. But she was smart enough to understand that her continual flattery was helping an awful lot, too. He knew this was her first time, and the fact that she felt so good and let him know it made the youth feel exceptionally good about it all. Had she been some kind of experienced whore, her cooings and gushing would have been thought by him to be a boatload of crap. He knew damn well that experience women had handled many men who were far better than he was. But being with this former virgin, a girl who had always meant a little more to him than most of the others at school, a girl who only spoke sincerely, the youth felt that much better for pronging her. God! This was wild! He had never suspected before he had come home earlier that she would be waiting for him here, in his room, all naked and showered. He was smart enough to know his pa must have had a hand in this, and he was grateful to the old man for picking on Rachel rather than some tart who didn't appeal to him.
Wow! For a girl who had never done this sort of thing before, she was really one wild chick. He looked down along his body to where his hips flapped themselves up into her fulcrum, seeing her sparse brown hairs mingling with the heavy black jungle on his own pelvis, and he felt himself to be a king. God! This was what fucking was like, and when it was with someone special, well, that was all that really mattered. It felt too good to be true.
He felt as if he were going totally out of his mind. Rachel was sitting upright, her small breasts bouncing. He noticed that small as they were, almost flat like hubcaps against her body, they were wider than breasts he had seen on other girls who had willingly let him cop a feel now and then. When they did enlarge, she would have really big boobs. He reached out and pressed his palms against them, feeling the wonderful electrical current shooting through him as he massaged her nipples. The lightning charged down his arms, through his shoulders, and up into his brain. His cock felt as if it were the Washington Monument at this moment, convulsing in the narrow strait of her taut pussy, a pussy he had wanted far more than he had realized until he had finally gotten it.
Now the thrills began multiplying and the not-unexpected began to take place. The double boilers contained in his scrotum finally overflowed, pouring their contents through the tubes toward his prostate. There, the sperm mingled with the white porridge, and the flow began ascending through the length of his shuddering cock, a timeless ecstatic agony that seemed to draw his primordial consciousness along with it.. .up.. . up.. . endlessly up to the throbbing center of hyper-compacted wall, where Rachel's deepest, most formidable inner flames were cemented to his penile knob much like electrons around a nucleus.
He was getting there, all right, and it was going to be a climax far superior to anything he had enjoyed when whacking off. It was kind of like finding himself naked in the middle of a hurricane on top of the highest mountain in the world. Either that, or it might be like this to be embalmed.
"AAAAA IIIIIYYYYYY WWWWW FFFF HHHHH AAA RRRGGGGH-HH-HHU-UNNNGG HHHH AAAA UUUWWWWAAA GGGHHHHH RRRGGGGG HHHHAAA GGG-GHHH!" he bellowed as sperm coursed from his young body into that of Rachel.
He knew he was firing heated semen, but the feeling was that of ice water coming out of him, and electricity charged through every one of his pores. He was stingingly, yet painlessly petrified so that he lay there, his body arched upward, his flat ass clear of the mattress, his mind going totally numb as he watched Rachel's pale form writhe and wriggle like some poor misshapen worm on the end of his up-thrust fish hook.
Like a funneled column of twisting air in a hundred-mile-an-hour windstorm, her lovely torso lunged and jerked and writhed in every direction, leaning his way and then, moving too quickly for his blurred eyes to follow. Yet always she seemed to remain rooted as if growing directly from the unmoving holocaust within, where their loins met and merged-ground zero of the most amazing orgasmic explosion the young man had ever experienced.
Now it was Rachel's turn. Her writhing body refused to remain still, a sinuously winding delight that squirmed this way and that as she bounced wildly up and down, intent on reaching her peak before the youth beneath her softened and the feelings building within her were lost once and for all.
She rode insanely, her body bouncing and flouncing as her cunt sucked so tightly on his throbbing whang, it prevented the blood from retreating from his inner sacs. Rachel's mouth was dry, and it was impossible for her to say more. All she was capable of was a series of dry gasps as she bounced over and over again.
Her orgasm was a silent one because her throat hurt her so much, and to yell would have made it even more raw. She slammed her body solidly against that of the youth, feeling sizzling lust blast through her body and seemingly shoot out of her through her extremities. She bounced and bounced and bounced again, unable to control herself.
Finally it ended. Finally she simply fell forward and lay on top of the handsome youth, aware she was no longer a prim little virgin. But then, in this county of Arkansas, she was probably the record holder for keeping her virginity. Most girls lost their cherries to their fathers, their uncles, or their brothers by the time they were about ten or eleven. She had kept hers far longer.
She rolled off Manford and lay beside him, panting heavily for quite a while. Then she rose, went nakedly out into the hall to the bathroom where he indulged herself in one more long shower. In Shanty Town, where she lived, there were no showers, and it was impossible to take a bath in privacy.
Afterward, she dressed and went to leave. She was intercepted by Luke Kelly, who wanted to slip her some money.
"No," she told him. "Ah ain't no whore. Ah don't care whatcha say. You just keep yer promise 'bout mah maw and mah two sisters."
He assured her he would, and she turned and left.
CHAPTER FIVE
Somehow, Rachel's paw, Jack, had acquired the use of an old panel truck. Not that he used it for much, though he was able to make it run on the alcohol he distilled himself, so he didn't have to bother buying gasoline.
When the man came home the following day, after spending the entire afternoon with his sons, fishing at the creek, he discovered his wife and his daughters were gone. He was roaring mad, and when Rachel came from school, he insisted she get in the truck with him and help him look for her mother and sisters. He was already half-drunk and muttering to himself how Susan and his two other daughters were too valuable to lose. He continued muttering as he drove along the winding broken trails through the hilly country, going aimlessly one way and then another, and Rachel soon understood he intended selling the bodies of herself and her two sisters along with her mother when the time was right. He would sell them again and again, intent on making himself lots of money. What was more, if they had children as a result of all this fucking, and they were girls, when the children grew up, he'd put them to work along with his wife and daughters.
The man had no idea where he was going. He headed in all four directions for a distance of twenty miles each way, and when he found no sign of his wife and daughters, he was angrier than hell. Shee-itt! He had intended giving Susan another good, solid fuck.
Now he stopped the truck behind some high rocks off the side of the road, and Rachel asked, "Why are we stopping, paw?"
"Radiator's a might overheated," he told her. "Gotta wait until it cools down."
But it was obvious from the way he was looking at her, liquored up as he was from the same stuff he used to drive the truck, that he had more in mind than waiting for the radiator to cool.
"We oughtta be gittin' home," Rachel insisted.
"We'll be gittin' home." the man grunted, eyeing her, realizing he had already waited too long, and now was as good a time as any to teach her what it was like to fuck.
Shee-itt! As far as he was concerned, he had no doubt she had probably rolled in the hay with some schoolboys already. Good! It'd save him the trouble of hearing her scream when he fucked her. At least it'd same him the trouble of a messy cherry-popping. He hated having blood all over him when he fucked.
"Well," Rachel said, eyeing him suspiciously, "iff n you want to wait until the truck has cooled down some, mebbee I'd better go get some water from the creek and pour it into the radiator."
The man didn't say anything at that point. Instead, he suddenly seized the lovely girl and hurled her violently against the back of the seat. The feel of her smooth white shoulders under her gingham dress against his perspiring dirty palms aroused him that much more, and he began panting, breathing that much more heavily, his hard cock throbbing as it grew inside his overalls. Inch by inch it seemed to swell all the larger as the man realized how delightful his daughter had grown.
He knew they wouldn't be disturbed by any other cars or trucks that might pass on the nearby road, and almost no one came walking. It was long past time for him to crawl into Rachel, and that was precisely what he intended doing. This was a good time fer her to git used to her old man's cock, 'specially since she was the only cunt left.
CHAPTER SIX
"How many boys done fucked you a'ready?" he asked. "Don't tell me you ain't been fucked. Ah been so wrapped up in fuckin' your ma and usin' her to make me some money, ah ain't rightly paid you no attention. Well with your ma gone, aside from what ah earn from the still, ah ain't gonna have me no money lessens ah use you like I used Susan. So thass what ah'm gonna do. Since you been asleep all them nights, ah'm gonna have to give you a crash course in good fuckin' stead o' that dippy stuff you're probably doin' with the younger fellas."
Rachel was terrified. Her hand grabbed the door handle and pulled. She wanted to get out of the truck right now, but her father's hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of the neck and he pulled her right back into the truck, against him. She was aware he was mean when he go drunk, and he was halfway there, already. When she looked at his grizzled face and saw his stubbled jaw, she shuddered. The look of lust in his eyes sent chills shooting down her spine.
"No, paw," she begged. "Lemme go, huh? Ah ain't done nuthin' to rile you.. Come on, huh.. . . ! "
"Rachel, they ain't no one about to hear you iffen you yell that lovely head off," he laughed nastily. "They's just you and me, and ah think thass the way ah like it."
"But paw, why are you actin' like this?" she gasped, bending away from him on the truck seat, doing her best to avoid the hands he was lifting with the intention of undressing her delectable young body. God! He sent cold shivers through her.
"Rachel, it's a fact that in these here parts, it ain't right fer a man to have a girl child without teaching her what fuckin' is all about. Now ah'm gonna be nice about it this time, and ah'll say, le's you and I do what you been prob'ly doin' with those boys in school."
"Daddy!" she gasped. "No! Ah cain't do that. You know what maw says about what it says in the Bible. It ain't right."
"Honey, in these parts, the only right is what the head of the family says is right. Ah'm the head of the family, and since your ma and two sisters are gone, you're the only woman in the family. What's right is right, and in this case, what's right is that you should not only fuck fer me, but fer whomever ah want you to fuck fer. Why, in a few more years, yer brothers'll be ready to learn how to fuck, and ah'll 'spect you to teach "em."
"Paw, no!"
"Rachel, aside from me bein' your paw, ah'm also a lot stronger'n you. I got you with me here in this here truck. There ain't a hootin'way in hell you're gonna git away from me till I gits what ah want."
The older man obviously enjoyed the helpless look written all over the helpless girl's face.
"'Nother thing. Where the hell were you yestiddy, after school, when you shoulda been doin' the washin'? "
"Ah was over at Mr. Kelly's place," she replied.
"Was you fuckin' with old man Kelly?"
"Paw, no I was was talkin' with Manford."
'Talkin? How you spell talkin', with an F?"
He knew she had fucked for Manford. He seemed to sense it without her admitting it. This knowledge on his part seemed to cinch his determination to get some of his daughter's action and then put her to use as he had her mother.
He started up the truck again and got it moving quickly so she wouldn't have a chance to jump out. She made no attempt to move, basically because she knew that in spite of whatever Luke Kelly had promised, she had no right to impose on the man further, and if she left her pa's shack, there'd be nowhere for her to go. She had no idea where Kelly had sent her ma and her sisters. Besides, she had already decided she would stay with the man to make sure her ma and sisters got safely away.
It was obvious her pa meant to fuck her, and there really was no way for her to get out of it. He was already driving off on dirt road onto another one, one almost never used at all. He was taking her there so he'd be able to fuck her. If she yelled, no one would hear her. There was no getting away from it.
The lustfully excited older man almost had trouble finding the tiny dirt road he was seeking, another one, one that only he seemed to know about. Large trees lined the road on either side, their overhanging branches blocking the way so that progress had to be made slowly. He kept on driving until the thick growth made it impossible for him to go farther.
"Well now," he said, turning off the engine. "Here we are, Rachel, jes' you and me." He was smiling lewdly.
She sat on the edge of the seat, terrified, her full, firm thighs quivering beneath the bottom of her already too-short dress. God! She was scared, really scared. Considering how often her paw had used force on her mother, Rachel knew there was really nothing she'd be able to do to avoid what he wanted. All she had left was her tongue, and she was fairly certain she wouldn't be able to talk him out of it. Still, she had to try.
"Now honey, you gonna give yer old man some of thet there young pussy, or do I gotta get rough and force you?" he asked.
She quaked as her father's small, beady eyes roamed up and down her bare legs, lechery written all over his face.
"Ungh!" she gasped, as his hand touched the top of her bare knee. She gasped as the same hand roamed across the hem of her dress, touching her other knee, and then his fingers were trying to worm their way between her tightly clamped-together thighs.
"Come on, honey," he insisted.
"Paw, this is what they call rape," she gasped, her throat dry with fear. Ah mean, tain't right fer you to be forcin' it on me this way."
"Ah'll only force you if you ain't willin', " the man reiterated. "Now you stop actin' like some stupid, stuck-up, snobby li'l pig. You just bring that cunt over to daddy."
Her hands reached down and pried at his digging fingers, doing their best to pull them loose from the solid grasp he now had on her vulnerable softness. He squeezed her inner thighs, and she shuddered.
"No more, paw," she pleaded. "Oh, please don't do this to me."
But the man ignored her pleas, too incensed by the loss of his wife and his other daughters, plus his horny need for satisfaction. His hand continued its obscene exploration, his outstreatched finger touching the woolen cloth of the old bloomers the young girl wore, tugging the leg band open and pushing up into the oil-smeared pinkness of her tantalizing vaginal center.
"You behave rightly, and it ain't gonna hurt you none," the man whispered obscenely, rubbing his finger all the while against the opening to her wetly cringing cunt. There were holes in the crotch of her panties, so he had no trouble touching her pink flesh. "Y'know, iffn you liked it with them there kids at school, you kin bet you'll just love it when ah put it to you, honey."
"No, daddy, no . . . no . . . don't do it.. . . " she cried out, hurling herself against the door of the panel truck when she felt her father's cruelly pinching fingers digging into her vagina, hurting her as he all but tore at the soft nakedness with his fingernails.
He ripped the crotch right out of the panties, then clamped a hand flatly against her pouting labia, and he squeezed-hard. A razor-sharp cut of agony went charging through her flesh, and this compelled Rachel to open her thighs against her will. She felt that if she did part her legs, her father might loosen his grip.
"Come on, baby," he growled. "More! Wider!"
She lurched against the back of the truck seat, whimpering.
"Into the back of the truck," he commanded, and opening his own door, he dragged her out and tossed her into the rear of the panel truck. She fell on the old wooden floor, praying she wouldn't get splinters, then scrambled into a corner of the rear, looking wildly about for any chance to get away.
The wiry, grizzled man with the flat, porcine nose and the brown teeth jumped into the back of the truck with her, seizing her with one hand and grabbing an old blanket he found rolled up in the corner with the other. He unrolled the blanket along the bottom of the rear of the truck-bed.
"Now thass perfect," he laughed at his daughter. "We got us a love-bed out here in the woods."
Sunlight pushed its way through the heavily leafed trees, filtering onto the truck-bed, making little patterns of dark and light on the helpless body of the lovely young girl. Jack looked at her, lying there on the blanket spread out beneath her, taking in at a single drunken glance the small mounds of her tautly heaving, growing breasts, and the tanned look of her delightfully exposed, otherwise normally white thighs. The man shifted his weight toward his daughter, planting the hand that had tightly gripped her arm against the smooth pink flesh of her exposed and cringing vagina, flicking pieces of her panties aside.
The helpless young girl found herself gasping, jerking from the overpowering impact of the touch of the man she had always believed was her father, but his other hand once again gripped her throat, this time from the front, preventing her from moving.
"Ghhhhhhh uuuuhhhhh ggghhh!! Daddy, lemmeee go! This is wrong. Ah don't wanna do this with you."
"Well, that don't mean too much, now does it, Rachel?" he teased. "After all, what really counts is what ah wanna do, and fuckin' you is what ah wanna do. Ah been lookin' at you ever since you been a li'l gal, thinkin' when you get really ripe, ah'd make good use of you. Ah wasn't gonna let some other hillbilly come and take you off and marry you while you was still too young. Hell, no! All that mattered was you growin'up enough to be really juicily fuckable. Granted you still ain't quite ripe, but ah guess you'll have to do. Besides, mah tastin' the fruit of you now ain't gonna keep you from fully ripenin', is it!"
Struck by the total helplessness of her situation, the gasping young girl fell back, her body automatically jerking once again when she felt his slightly obscene prodding. He was not only touching her vagina, but his hands were roaming over the smoothness of her buttocks. They were full-fleshed and round. Without warning, the man, grinning in triumph, yanked the panties down, what was left of them since he had torn out the crotch. He pulled them down around her ankles, and off. They fell off to the side of the truck-bed.
"Daddy, no, don't do this," Rachel gasped, staring down in horror at her own defenseless nakedness under her dress, doing her best to cover the lint on her pelvis with her hands.
But no matter what she did, it was useless. His hands seemed to be everywhere at one.
"Ah ain't gonna bother takin' off your dress," he told her. "Your tits ain't big enough to play with yet, so ah'll concentrate jest on your cunt, honey."
He took his hand from her neck and slid that one under her dress, as well, pushing it up around her waist, exposing the nakedness of her beautiful lower body. He squeezed the globes of her asscheeks and then tugged on them, as if trying to pull them apart.
"Now y'all tell me," he laughed, gloatingly. "Jest what did you and that Manford do when you was together? Did he suck that sweet li'l pussy of yours? Or maybe he taught you how to do a li'l cocksucking.
Thass somethin' ah'm gonna teach you good when the time comes."
Rachel refused to answer. There was nothing for her to say without making things worse. She turned her head away so she wouldn't have to look at her father's sniggering face. She whimpered, resigned to what was about to happen. Though she had known this would happen when she had made her agreement with Luke Kelly it hadn't occurred to her what a horrible ordeal she would have to undergo. It was awful, and terrible as it was, she had no choice but to submit to this man's brutish treatment of her, making her better understand why her mother had jumped at the chance to get away from Jack. As part of the agreement, her mother had been told by Luke that she, Rachel, and also been helped to get away, but to somewhere else. She knew her mother would not have gone, otherwise.
Perhaps the worst thing .about all this was the remembrance of how her mother had become excited when Zeke Weiss had handled her. Rachel hadn't known her father had given the woman an aphrodisiac, and assumed her mother's arousal had stemmed from being handled by the men. Now she feared she too would become aroused and accept whatever it was her father wanted to do to her, learning to like it.
Jesus help her! She had already discovered what it was like to have an orgasm, and she knew she liked the feeling immensely. But at the time her feeling had been predicated on the fact that her climax had been brought about by a male she liked. She knew better than to think a Kelly would consider marrying her, but it didn't stop her from liking Manford. Holding out against such feeling with Jack seemed impossible, even if she detested him.
The man's hands coursed up the tenderness of her tantalizingly widespread thighs and rested just below the puffy lips of her fearfully quivering vaginal lips, the hands seemed to wait for an eternity before the man once again began stroking the moistly trembling vaginal flesh.
The terror stricken young girl shuddered at her father's horrible touch, her body tensing, but the man continued circling his fingers over the pinkly glistening folds of her tantalizing pussy. After a moment he used his two thumbs to spread the heatedly pulsating lips of her lovely cunt and expose the turgid little bud of her vacillating clitoris, awakening the tiny pleasure nodule to immediate, upstanding, vibrant erection.
Rachel gasped but forced herself to remain unmoving, trying hard to stay silent, knowing she had no choice but to allow her father to continue with his perverse ministrations. Since she wanted to get this nightmare over with as quickly as possible, it would be foolish for her to struggle any further. It was obvious Jack seemed to enjoy prolonging this tantalizing process, thinking it was painful for her, yet also knowing how much she would enjoy it.
"Rachel-baby," he croaked, hoarsely. "You got nothin' to gain by fightin' you old paw. Ah ain't really so bad as you might think, and iff n you relax and let yerself go, you'll come to like it."
As he spoke his fingers continued their maddening assault on her cunt, probing her warmly opening, sucking vaginal flanges while he slid his other hand down between her softly resilient asscheeks, reaching for, finding, and fingering her asshole, as well. Yee-up! She kept the little prune-shaped opening nice and clean, jest like her maw.
Rachel tried to stifle a throaty gasp as her tingling vaginal mound began involuntarily rising toward his lasciviously probing fingers. Straining, she tried stifling the thrilling delights and salacious sensations that spread from her wetly trembling vaginal area, but there was no way for her to contain her emotions.
Her body was once again starting to feel thrills, thrills she had felt with Manford, and she was fast discovering one didn't have to love a man in order to love what he was doing to her. She was desperate now, because she realized how much she would come to like what her father was doing to her, and it was wrong.
"No, paw, no!" she begged, "don't do this to me."
"Ah'm doin' it to you, Rachel-baby," the man replied, moving closer to her on the blanket-covered flat-bed of the paneled truck.
He straddled her spread legs as his hands continued teasing and taunting the warm, wet pinkness of her slowly undulating vagina. She was succumbing to him, and both of them knew it.
"Ah wantcha to reach into mah overalls and pull out mah cock, Rachel," her father told her. "Y'll see, this ain't no piddlin' li'l pecker, but a real man-sized cock."
Rachel didn't know why, but a shudder of excitement suddenly went charging through her quivering body. In the very pit of her belly she felt an overpowering arousal that seemed to enhance itself at his demand. Yes, there was no doubt about the fact that she was one of those people who liked sex for itself. True, it would be even better if she loved the man she was with, but even hating the man, she still liked sex for itself.
Rachel used every last little bit of willpower to fight the unwanted feeling of inner sensuality taking control of her, but it was obvious the walls of resistance were already crumbling as he coursed his hands over her wamly pulsating vaginal lips, teasing them all the more. She felt the thrillingly soft ripples of rapturous delight continually spreading through her helpless young body. It was a pleasure so totally beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her widely parted thighs. Like some mindless love-slave, she rose toward her grinning father, stretched out one hand, and obediently began stroking the thickly swelling bulge at the center of his groin beneath his overalls.
Despite her overwhelming sense of strong humiliation, the helpless Rachel Kane unbuttoned the brass buttons covering her father's fly-front. He wore no undershorts, so she had no problem reaching in and finding the hot, hard length of his rigid staff. It was heatedly pulsating, leaping up and down in her hand. There was no greasiness or oiliness in the hairs on his pelvis, so she assumed that when he had taken her brothers fishing, they had also done some swimming in the creek. She was grateful for that much.
His hard cock seemed to swell even more in the glove-like tightness of her small hand. She squeezed, tentatively in the beginning while she used her other hand to undo the rest of his buttons on his overalls, eventually pulling them down. When she had his overalls below his knees, she reached out and grabbed the pulsing cock all over again. Gawd! It was so huge! It was just as long as Manford's, but it was a whole lot thicker, that was for sure. He was standing in the truck so that his cock was mere inches from her eyes, the head stretched tightly, shining with oils that seeped from the tip.
"Now honey, ah wantcha t'take off yer dress by yerself," her father told her. "Not so much 'cause I'm hungry fer your tits, but jest to show me you'll do what ah say from now on."
She squeezed his cock all the more tightly in her hand, but with her other hand began undoing the two buttons in front of her dress. Then she pulled it over her head, revealing that since her father had torn her panties from her, she had nothing on underneath.
"Damn!" the man muttered, looking at her totally naked body. "Mebbee your tits ain't fully growed yet, but when they do git there, they're gonna really be two big handfuls."
He stepped out of his overalls and then lay down beside Rachel. In his own perverted mind she was definitely his daughter, and so it made this lascivious play that much more intriguing to him.
Rubbing his front against that of his daughter, Jack began a slow grinding motion with his pelvis against the lovely younger girl's defenselessly upturned loins. He rubbed the swollen head of his oil cock against the heatedly moistened lips of her automatically throbbing and responding cunt. The turgidly pulsating head traced a tantalizing path of sensation up and down the wet, hair-lined pussy slit of the younger girl, probing at it until the deliciously wet layers of satiny cuntal flesh slowly parted and the long, ultra-sensitive under-ridge of his fleshy cock, the part through which the urethra ran, fitted itself snugly into her tantalizingly receptive furrow.
"Hot damn, honey, but that sweet little split of yours sure feels might good," Jack told her.
He began grinding his stiffly throbbing hard-on slowly and steadily against her shuddering body, sliding his stone-solid penis up and down in the seething center of her vaginal crevice, provoking a heatedly glowing sensation that tingled salaciously from the tip of her upstanding little clitoris through the swollen lips of her cunt, and up into her dilating and contracting inner passage, making her realize how hungry that inner corridor was to once again swallow a penis.
As the wildly thrilling and inciting pleasure in her body continued to mount, Rachel slowly but surely felt herself succumbing to her father's erotic probing. She rationalized away all her hate for him, no longer thinking about her need to struggle. Ummmmm! Yesssss! It felt good, really good. It didn't matter who he was. All that counted was that he had the necessary equipment to make her feel that heightened sensory climax that would surely come at the end of all this.
The thrilled and helpless young girl felt all kinds of wonderfully ecstatic sensations continuing to break down the fortress of her fear. She felt herself slowly, against her will, being thrust into a deep, dark sensuality, different from the one she had enjoyed with Manford when she had been in control of things, yet no less tantalizing. It embraced every quivering inch of her nakedly undulating, tempting youthful body. She wasn't able to understand why these feelings should happen to her with her own father, and she no longer tried to think them out. This being used by her father for his own satisfaction was totally debasing, yet it thrilled her. She was too aroused to resist him and what he wanted.
Even so, because her mind told her to do it, Rachel fought, though rather feebly, against the torment of the blood-engorged penis rubbing itself against the fiery hot slash between her thighs. The titillating hardness was like a cattle prod, but instead of driving her away from it with its touch, it seemed to attract her. She knew the ultimate moment of their joining, and thus her father's victory, was only seconds away. Shortly now, he would lance the full length of his burgeoning shaft of steel, masculine flesh into the center of her shuddering belly.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no," she softly wept. "For God's sake, paw . . . don't do it to me.. . " she begged, groaning as she stared at her father's hungry face, a face that was pressing firmly against her own cheek.
Near total despair now, aware there was no way for him to be staved off, she was suddenly aware of the movement of her own hips, a circular movement that betrayed what she really wanted, letting her daddy know her real inner desires as her loins rotated whorishly around the cock whose full length lay along the slit of her soft cunt-a cunt voraciously aroused to greater intensity than her mind would have believed. Slowly, of their own volition, her knees lifted themselves and her calves snaked around his buttocks until they were locked into place against his back. The hair on the front of his thighs teased against the tender, soft-fleshed backs of her loins. The hairs merely intensified the lewd sensations she felt in her erotically tingling cunt as charges of lust ran rampantly through her.
Groaning at her own inner defeat, realizing she needed her father's cock at this point, the lovely young girl hooked her heels behind the older man's knees, and with a low, primitive sound of bestial hunger, her slender arms snaked around his neck as she knew her mother's arms must have done the countless times Susan had protested loudly at what Jack was doing to her. Then she tugged his mouth firmly against hers.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she mewled, tasting the harsh corn liquor on his breath as she kissed his passion-contorted face.
Delighted by his oldest daughter's final surrender, the older man jammed his tongue into her mouth and was pleased to feel her greedily sucking on it. Soft, erupting sounds of contentment escaped through the hot juncture of their joined lips.
Rachel gyrated her achingly starved young pussy in continually impatient and grinding thrusts solidly against the stiffening lengthiness of her father's hard cock, trying to draw it into her quivering vagina with a single stroke.
"Ooooooh! she mewled beneath him, sucking again on his tongue and then burning her lips against his as his mouth took total mastery over her.
Slowly the man pulled his mouth away from the young girl's lips and looked down at the smallish swells of her hobbling breasts. He had to admit he was enjoying the sight of them a lot more than he had initially believed he would, and he also enjoyed the sounds of gasping cries coming from her throat every whimpering second.
"Okay, duaghter," he said to her. "You ready for a good cock?"
"Oh yessssssss . . . daddddddyyyyyy . . . yes . . . yes . . . do it to meee . . . now!" she whispered to him, her mind as well as her body totally out of control and in need of sexual satisfaction.
The man reached down between their perspiration-streaked bodies and grasped the barrel of his throbbing penis, positioning it so that the tip was pressed against the narrow little opening of her vagina.
"Come on, baby, tell daddy just what it is you want him to do."
"Daddy . . . ohhhhhhh . . . please . . . come on ahead and fuck me. Shove that big ol' cock into my li'l ol' cunt."
The beautiful girl was more than ready, and Jack knew to wait any longer would be foolish. Strike while the iron was hot.
As though his cock were some kind of guided missile, he moved it into firing position, rubbing the bloated rubbery tip of his masculine hardness between her inner lips, pushing it gently into the narrow interstice, nuzzling it into the vulva that would soon spread to give it total admission. He paused for a long, long moment, rotating the penile head around and around in the narrow little opening, pushing, pushing, until slowly but surely the cuntal mouth opened, giving way to his penile masculinity. With a single smooth thrust of his hips, the man hurled his long, thick cock forward, and the burgeoning length sluiced its way warmly into the sucking depths of her hungrily clenching vaginal repository. Rachel groaned, her lips spasmodically contorting, her tongue leaping out and feverishly playing over her dry lips.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh . . . yesssssssss . . . do it!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the entire thickness of his penis moved deeper and deeper into her, widening her elastic tunnel, creating discomfort but giving even greater thrills at the same time. Deeper, deeper, deeper the thick penis went, not stopping until his balls slapped against the upturned cheeks of her ass. Her jerking vagina opened wetly for him as the impact of his heedless thrust drove her fervently shuddering young thighs even farther apart.
The gigantic length and thickness of her father's organ was much greater than it looked, and Rachel felt it filling her totally, completely. It clogged every last little bit of her cuntal interior, and all the juices manufactured by the membranes in her vaginal walls washed all over the penis, oiling it from top to bottom. Her vaginal lips clung to it tightly, sucking on it, nursing as it were, forcing her tightly fitting vaginal passage that much wider than she had ever thought it would ever extend itself.
Flat on her back in the rear of the truck, the lovely young girl gurgled up at her father, her sexual conqueror, suddenly wanting him to fuck her to the point of actual pain. She wanted to feel every ounce of her own whorishness hurled right back into the greediness of her squeezing cunt. She had told Luke Kelly she wasn't a whore. Well, she was wrong. She was very much a whole, and if Kelly were to see her now her would know the absolute truth. Here she was, lying supine, with her own father's cock filling her cunt, making her feel thrills she would never have imagined possible, not because she loved the man, but because he had such a thick, wonderful prick. He was succeeding with her as she had hoped Manford would. Perhaps it was because this time her father was doing all the work.
With each wheezing grunt and smarting slam of his lean but flabby body against the smooth, flat plane of her wantonly undulating young belly, Rachel came to better understand her own inner sluttishness and the abysmal depths to which she had sunk. She was wallowing in this degradation, loving every last little bit of it. Yes, this was a feeling she had not had with Manford, nor would she ever be likely to have such feelings, because she seemed to be enjoying the actual fact that she was committing sin. It had taken her smelly, lecherous father to make her feel these things. She wondered if she would feel them with Luke Kelly, as well. Rachel was well aware that one of the reasons he had agreed to let her stay home when he had helped her mother leave her father was his own lecherous desire to eventually fuck her. Sooner or later she would be putting out for him, too. It was part of the agreement they had originally made.
"Fuck me, daddy, fuck me," she gasped into his face. "Fuck me hard and fuck me long," she groaned, her voice in her own ears sounding strange and depraved as she dug her short-nailed fingers into the taut flesh of her father's smoothly gyrating buttocks moving with ease as he continued pistoning his cock in and out of her cunt, now.
Jack gloated with licentious glee. Shee-itt! She was better than he would have believed. He should've been fucking her and selling her cunt years before this.
The older man pivoted up on his knees and elbows above the crazily thrashing body of his young and lovely daughter. He arched himself over her, permitting her to move her body, lifting and lowering her cunt, letting it nibble and suck its way up and down the full length of his thickly pulsating, immobile cock. Yes, he had her, because she was the one doing all the work, while he remained motionless. She was worth ten of her mother. Hell! This one wouldn't need any aphrodisiacs from the swamp witch. This one had the kind of cunt he had always ached for, himself. But more important, when he used her on Wednesday nights, he wouldn't settle for two bucks from each of the fifty men who had fucked his wife last week. This time he would ask for five dollars a head. Shee-itt! She was worth every bit of it.
"Yessss.. . " Rachel gasped. Her voice strained with erotic tension. "Ohhhhh . . . daddddyyyyyy . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me just like that and don't stop! God! You have a wonderful cock!"
The stubble faced man moved his hands lower on his daughter's body, his hands cupping themselves beneath her frantically churning asscheeks. He grasped one painfully in each hand, squeezing the buttocks and crushing them. The little bitch had reacted more strongly than he had imagined, and she was fucking all the faster because of it. He figured she must have learned a thing or two from those boys she screwed with, especially that Kelly boy. He smiled because of the way the girl continued reacting, each moan of hers a passionate gasp of service acceptance. Hell! He didn't care how good those damn kids were, none of them was good enough to bring his daughter to this level of arousal and excitement that the begging girl was displaying at this particular moment.
The wantonly shameless and thrilling taut young girl was flexing and relaxing the smoothness of her nakedly round buttocks beneath her father's squeezing fingers. The man jerked her ruthlessly impaled young pussy all the harder against his lust-engorged cock.
As he continued squeezing and fondling her tantalizingly smooth, creamy white buttocks, buttocks so different in shade from her tanned thighs, letting the resilient flesh ooze through his fingers like white bread dough, he slowly, carefully slid one hand methodically toward the crevice between her buttocks, reaching for the narrow aperture of her anus. He rested his outstretched middle finger in the narrow fistula, feeling it open and close with the delightfully rhythmic movement of her sweet body. Her gyrating buttocks tensed under his squeezing hands when his fingertip nudged itself against the forbidden little opening. She gasped, rotating her body, and then, as he prepared to thrust his finger into her rectum, she unexpectedly thrust her body straight down, her lasciviously churning asscheeks thrilling impaling themselves on the fiery finger, sucking it into her narrow little rectum.
With a sudden thrusting stab, the man pushed the middle finger deeper into the tightness of the prune-like little pucker. He enjoyed the sensation of her soft, rubbery flesh yielding before his driving attack.
"Ghhhhhaaaaa-hhhhhaaaannnnngggg hhhhh!" she moaned, her mouth wide open and subject to the pro-bings of his tongue as she thrashed her convulsively pumping buttocks around and around in his cupping hands until, with a moaning groan, she stiffened, waiting.
"Fuck me, damn you to hell!" the man stared at the young girl, slamming his hard cock vibrantly into her narrow inlet, filling her feminine cupola with cock with such force, her rectum was forced to swallow the entire length of his finger. He had his hand in up to the palm, and he moved the finger in and out with the same expertise his cock used in sliding through her shuddering cunt.
Scarcely able to believe how far he was getting this first time with a young girl who supposedly didn't know as much as her mother, the man wormed his long finger around and around in the narrowness of her rectal tube. Each time it touched the membrane separating cunt from rectum, he was able to feel the corded hardness of his own cock pumping in and out of the sucking narrowness of her sweet pussy. His cock also felt his finger.
The young daughter continued rotating the firmness of her fully rounded buttocks, enjoying the sensation as she slammed back onto his upward-driving finger while gasps of pain and pleasure bubbled from her lust-contorted lips. She thrust her heatedly palpitating pussy up and down continuously along the steaming length of his masculine monorail. The deliciously obscene coinciding of the dual invasion pinioned the lovely girl so firmly that each powerful thrust and withdrawal sent her naked torso into new whirlings of hot, lust-incited fury.
"Aaaaaannnnnnhhhhh . . . . Godddd . . . Ohhhhhh . . . so good . . . so good . . . so good, keep on fuckinnn-ng.. . " she loudly groaned, sounding as if she were in some kind of anguish as her father thrust another finger into the narrowness of her nether hole, stretching it a bit more.
Her flaming vaginal passageway was alive with bubbling froth, and depraved pleasure filled her again and again while the rubbery depths of her tender rectum continued to lovingly grip his two driving fingers as they fucked in and out in salacious synchronization to the way his cock moved in her cuntal cistern.
Jack lifted his head so he was able to better see his lovely daughter's contorted features. God! She looked fabulous! This was something he wouldn't have missed for the world, this sudden and total humiliating surrender of this little prude who always walked around the house hiding her nakedness-her entire salacious being his to command at this moment. Yes, she was squirming and wriggling beneath him, twisting like some of those damn painted women whom he had seen when he had gone to Little Rock, last year. Yeah, she'd put those damned whores to shame. All this because of the way he was using his cock and his fingers inside her. It gave the man an exhilarating sense of power. There'd be no need to use the black widow on this one. Shee-itt! All he had to do was show his cock, and she'd be so on fire and ready to be fucked, it'd be fabulous. Then he'd have her fucked by his buddies, and he'd really make himself a fortune. Shee-ittt! Now he was more sorry than ever that the other two girls had gone with their mother. He sure could've used their cunts.
Well hell! One thing was certain, and that was the little miss beneath him now was showing one helluva lot more passion than her mother ever displayed, even after he'd filled her fulla that drug the other night.
"Aaaannnhhh! Fuck me deeper, daddy, deeper, yeah . . . keep fucking me, paw . . . shove that hot cock allaway into me!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death.
Wet smacking sounds continued reverberating loudly through the open air as the two of them met, belly to belly, the sound echoing back to them as if bounced off the nearby trees. It filled Rachel's consciousness as though she were an outside watching all this rather than actually taking part. She felt a world apart, hazily aware of the total depravity she seemingly was enjoying, yet knowing that the depravity made her feel so much more strongly the sensations running rampantly through her quivering body. She was enjoying debauchery in spite of her mother's warning about its evils, and now Rachel began to wonder just how bad sex was. Even though her father had to be wrong in insisting on fucking her this way, her mother might very well be wrong in her prudish outlook on sex.
Rachel's sensual young body was slick and soaking with heavy perspiration. Her throat was sodden with moisture, and her quivering little breasts shone brightly. The smooth plane of her delightfully rippling belly and the sloping folds of her greedily clenching vaginal labia were aflame with liquid passion that seemed to spill in an unending flow from the bubbling depths of her vagina. With each slap of his sperm-filled testicles against her perineum and her obscenely churning asscheeks, the young girl felt more of the heavy secretions pulsing out of her. In her mind she was able to visualize every licentious detail of this obscene pummeling of her delightfully naked formher father's two extended fingers sinking themselves far into the tightly stretched little pucker of her narrow rectum, prevented from touching his spearing cock by the strip of flesh separating the two channels. Her body thrust itself back and forth, first on the cock, then on the fingers, and she felt as if she were a stuck pig as she squealed with unutterable delight
"Do it, paw, do it.. . keep on fucking me . . . front and rear, front and rear," she chanted dementedly into his ear as his grizzled face rubbed its whiskers against the softness of her cheeks.
Rachel was near her orgasm now, and she raised the circling clutch of her thighs higher around his back, causing her hollowed buttocks to wave with uncontrolled and wanton abandon, jerking madly from side to side as she convulsing cunt twisted and turned itself in an uncontrollable spiral around the throbbing lance of his ramrodding cock. In and out, in and out.
She gasped, then her body stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gasped out her lust to him, letting him know their sexual confrontation had been a total success.
The sound burst from her mouth as she locked her slim ankles in a death grip high up behind the laboring back of her father.
Her lovely, nakedly thrashing young buttocks shook and arched high, and she wrapped an arm around her daddy's neck, pulling his face that much closer to her own. Rachel was aware of the wetly contracting muscles in her cunt spasming repeatedly, moving with an uncontrolled fury, the pulsating lips of her fulfilled vagina gripping his cock as if it were a fist, trying to squeeze the white juices out of his shuddering body. The hot orgasmic oils spewed down her wide-split crevice, her buttocks squirming again and again as the oil made them shine with desire. More of the fluid spurted from her cunt and washed over his balls, making the scrotum tighten even more as the testes within swelled to ever greater size. Her ass slammed down solidly against the fingers he was thrusting into her rectum.
The complete and total abandonment of the lovely girl in the throes of her orgasm started a flaringly aching pressure in the loins of the grizzled Jack. That familiar tingling was starting to build in his balls, but more strongly than before, and he felt them expanding, ready to burst from the scrotum containing them. He gripped the thrashing young girl's convulsively straining asscheeks and squeezed them with a violent strength, drawing her up in mid-air and feeling her entire body cringe into itself as great gasps of passion began spewing from Jack's coughing throat.
"JEEEESUS CHRIST . . . SON OF A BITCH . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . OH YEAH . . . RACHEL . . . BABBBBYYYYY . . . YOU HAVE THE HOTTEST CUNT . . . YYYYYAAAGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed, his face twisting, his complexion flushed as his climax tore through his shuddering frame. His strokes increased to maximum thrust, his pelvis smacking like a flat, hard board against her fluttering pink pussylips as the rush of his geysering sperm shot from the burning head of his finally draining cock, exploding in the teeming depths of his daughter's totally vanquished vagina.
The two satiated people lay side by side under the trees, hidden from the world, the man on top of the girl, both panting, both waiting to return to the world of reality, yet neither really wanting to do so.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"From now on, Rachel," her father said, as he drove back toward the shack where they lived, "you move outta that room and leave it fer the boys. Ah wantcha sleepin' in mah bedroom with me."
"Paw," she murmured, now wearing her dress again, looking down at her feet, feeling ashamed because her emotions had taken such control over her, "ah don't think what we done was right."
"Rachel-honey, what's right is what ah say is right," he told her. "Ah mean, ah said it was right fer us to fuck, and let's face it, you liked it jest as much as ah did."
"Still, somehow it don't seem like the right thing to do, Paw," she objected.
"Iff n you stay with yer brothers in thet there room, d'you think the two of them are gonna keep their hands off n you. Hell! They're kinda young now, but in a little while, they're gonna know 'bout girls, and when they learn about some of the neighbors boffin their daughters and sisters, they'll just natcherly come and screw you, Rachel-honey. Heck! Le's face it! You're one helluva lay. Ah think it'd be a good thing fer your brothers to learn from you instead of some of those other tramps. But in the meantime, that prime pussy of yours belongs to daddy, and you're gonna do with it what daddy wants, 'cause we're gonna make us some nice money with it."
"Oh, paw I don't wanna make no money like that," she objected.
"Hush your mouth, girl," he snapped. "When paw says fuck, you fuck, and iff n ah tell you to fuck for someone else, then you do just that. Shee-itt! You like fuckin'. Ah'll bet you can take on a whole regiment of soldiers and love it."
The sad part of it was, her father was right, Rachel would indeed have loved it, every last little bit of it.
But if there was one thing Rachel detested, it was the idea of substituting for her mother with her father's paying friends. She had the feeling the only reason why they were his friends was because he let them fuck his woman-for a price. Women in this area weren't exactly a plentiful commodity, and the fact that her father not only had a wife to sell, but three daughters as well, had made him a big deal in Shanty Town. Whatever other females there were around here were either married or belonged to families rich enough to send them to school on a regular basis. The men from Shanty Town knew better than to touch any of them. Rachel was the only female from this area to attend the school, and then, only because she had insisted on going.
All the girls her own age was still lived in Shanty Town were not only married, but already had at least two kids each. It was rumored that Luke Kelly had sired at least one of every two of those kids, since he liked fucking the young married women in Shanty Town. The husband didn't dare object, since Luke was their employer for the most part.
Because the other girls were married, Rachel had nothing in common with them, and so had never discussed sex with any of them, which was why she had known so little about it until now. Now she was learning with a vengeance.
When the truck finally pulled up behind the shanty in which she lived with her pa and her brothers, she got out and went to the wood stove inside. Since she was the only female left, she had to prepare the dinner, in this case a mess of catfish the old man and the boys had caught down by the creek. But her father's drinking after dinner began worrying her, and so she sneaked out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The nearest neighbor to the Kane's shack was the Tanners. Gina Tanner was Rachel's age, but she already had three kids. She had married Fred Tanner when she had been only twelve, and she had dropped kids regularly for the next three years. But at the moment she wasn't pregnant. Gina was short, with fluffy auburn hair, white skin, and a flawless complexion. Unlike other kids, Gina had never had acne, maybe because she'd been fucked before she'd had a chance for her oil glands to really open up. Apparently fucking had opened her oil glands but had also opened her pores so the oils came right out and didn't form pimples. In that one respect, Gina had been lucky.
As far as Rachel was concerned, Gina was much prettier than she. Though shorter, Gina had a sweeter face, larger eyes, green eyes at that, and she already had a large bosom.
Though Rachel didn't have anything in common with Gina, she had nowhere to go when leaving her own shack after supper, and so headed in the general direction of the Tanner shack, which was on a hill about a hundred yards away. A lot of the shacks that had once stood between the one in which she lived and the one in which the Tanners lived had fallen down, or the wood had been used by the other residents of Shanty Town for their wood-burning stoves.
Now feeling a little queasy, Rachel decided she had better stay away from home until her pa had filled himself with enough corn liquor to pass out. She found herself at the Tanner place, and she was surprised to see a imagine blue sports car sitting in front of the shack. Curious, she circled the shack until she came to the bedroom Gina supposedly shared with her husband, Fred. But it wasn't Fred who was standing there while Gina's mouth bobbed back and forth on his long, stiff cock. Hell no! It was Luke Kelly, and from what Rachel was able to see, the man had a cock that would even put that of her pa to shame.
Luke was full dressed except that his pants were down around his ankles, and Gina was wearing her blue house dress, but her mouth was busily sucking away on Luke's pike. To Rachel, it was plain she had arrived at the end of everything, because as she stared, Luke pushed his cock deeper into Gina's mouth and stiffened, firing his wad down the girl's throat. Gina sucked and drank, and Rachel noted she didn't let a drop fall to the floor.
"Well now," Luke said, pulling up his pants and zipping them up. "That there was one mighty fine blowjob, Gina. Ah reckon you husband'll be able to get in on the cotton harvest what's comin' up, shortly."
"Thanks, Luke," Gina said, licking her chops as she stood, obviously frustrated from having satisfied the man without having had any satisfaction, herself.
"S'okay," Luke nodded. "How's little Luke by the way?" he asked referring to Gina's oldest son.
It didn't take much imagination on Rachel's part to figure little Luke had been sired by Luke Kelly, and in order to make certain the man knew as much, Gina and Fred had named the boy after his natural father, though Fred treated him like his own son.
"Li'l Luke is jest fine," Gina nodded.
"Good," Luke Kelly smiled, dropping a ten dollar bill on the dresser. "You go and buy him a little somethin' from me."
"Ah'll do thet," Gina nodded, putting the money into the pocket of her dress as she walked Luke to the front door. "Ah'll give Fred your regards when he gets home."
"You do that," Luke nodded, getting into his car and driving away.
CHAPTER NINE
Gina was staring into the evening gloom. After Luke had gone, she had heard a sound outside, and she called out, "Who's there?"
Rachel appeared from around the side of the house, saying, "S'only me, Gina. Ah was out a'walkin'. "
"Well, come on in a while," Gina invited, and Rachel, wanting an excuse to stay away from her own shack, entered the wooden hovel that looked so much like her own, inside.
Gina offered Rachel a cup of coffee, and Rachel accepted. The two sat for a spell at the wooden table where the family normally ate. Rachel knew Gina's three kids were asleep in the other back room and weren't likely to wake up.
The two girls talked about old times, then Gina finally said, "What you been doin' outside my shack?"
"Ah been watchin' what you was don' with Luke Kelly," Rachel replied.
"Ah didn't do nothing' with Luke Kelly," Gina insisted. "Ah done somethin' fer Luke Kelly. This way, ah know Fred has work, and ah got me some money to buy some extra food."
"Y'mean he didn't do nothin' fer you, first?" Rachel asked.
"Shee-itttt! No! Gina replied. "Fact is, I'm hornier'n a bullmoose in season, even iffn ah am a female. Rachel, y'all think you kin help me a bit?"
"How?" Rachel asked.
"Well, you come on into the bedroom," Gina insisted.
The two women walked into the bedroom, and there, Gina asked Rachel to lie on the bed. She unbuttoned Rachel's dress and slipped it off the girl, then had Rachel lie back. Her hands traveled up and down Rachel's arms, her fingers squeezing, and it was obvious to Rachel that Gina was possessed with desire. She gasped when the other girl began feeling her small breasts, and then Gina was pulling off her own dress and lying on top of Rachel, rubbing her firm, full tits against the swelling of Rachel. Gina's pink nipples rubbed against the tan nubbins at the tips of her own breasts.
Rachel, who had bathed in the creek before supper because of the fishy smell filling her shack, was able to smell the clean, soapy scent coming from Gina. She didn't know why she was doing this, except that anything, at the moment, seemed better than going back to her own shack and encountering her father. It never occurred to Rachel to think of this as being right or wrong.
At the moment, the brown-haired girl found herself aroused. She was enjoying what was happening to her, but didn't question it. By now, she had come to accept the fact that she liked anything to do with sex, and it never occurred to her that it might be wrong to let a woman play with her as a man might.
Gina hadn't been satisfied in the longest time. Fred, her husband, was always a quick in-and-out man, and Luke had stopped by for a quick suck-off, giving her nothing in return. She needed some satisfaction or she would go totally out of her mind.
Gina kissed Rachel on the mouth as she would a man, and Rachel, not knowing it might be wrong, accepted the kiss, kissing back. This caused a quickening pulsation to beat in Gina's pussy. Her nipples distended in arousal, and her heart began pumping more and more quickly.
This wasn't Gina's first homosexual experience. She had fooled around with other girls she had know, though this was her first time with Rachel. Even now, while feeling Rachel's body close to hers, Gina recalled when she had been introduced to this by a girl a little older than herself, a girl who had since moved out of the county. She recalled the feeling of the other woman's lips on her flesh, and now Gina was more wildly aroused than ever with burning sexual desire. She felt no remorse at all in introducing Rachel to this way of physical pleasing. Her body needed sating, and the young girl was the only one available. Hell! If little Luke had been six or seven she might have conned the young boy into learning how to fuck her, if only for her own sake. But little Luke was four years old, and he wouldn't be much good. Gina needed satisfaction.
She began kissing Rachel's face and shoulders, burning her lips heatedly against the other girl's eyes with an urgent, overpowering strength that let Rachel know how hot Gina was. Rachel was all aflame herself by now, and taken by surprise at the overpowering fervor of the other girl, was able to only cling to her, allowing the wet, hot kisses to rain all over her face, then lower to the hollow of her throat, and then finally the hands of Gina were running anxiously and hotly up and down the sides of Rachel's quivering body.
Gina was panting more and more heavily, her desire for a climax rampant, her body afire with an consuming lust, her lips even more fevered as she pressed them to Rachel's clean-smelling, clean-tasting flesh.
Gina pressed Rachel's body all the more firmly into the thin mattress on the bed, pressing down with the weight of her body, her hands moving from the smooth sides of Rachel's body to the small roundnesses of her growing breasts. Gina massaged the small mammaries, rubbing them unceasingly, tweaking the nipples, brining them to a hardness that served to merely get Gina that mach more heated up.
The auburn-haired girl allowed her full lips to trail down the sensitive, palpitating flesh of Rachel's body, between her small breasts, feeling the twin mounds quiver with delight as she kissed hungrily at the skin. Then Gina's mouth moved left and right, and her lips and tongue were sucking, licking, and slurping on the tan-budded nipples of the other girl. Her tongue washed over each areola in turn, licking with an insane passion, nipping the solid buds with the edges of her teeth as she moaned with consuming desire.
Suddenly Rachel was afraid. Should she be doing things like this with another woman? She had been held so totally spellbound by the sudden fervor of the anxiously desiring Gina, she had been unable to think straight, unable to really react, unable to understand just what was going on. But when the other girl's hungry mouth came into direct contact with her breasts and her nipples, her mind seemed to snap out of the spell overcoming it. She struggled fiercely for a moment, not horrified or revolted, but simply unsure of herself and therefore unwilling to suddenly commit herself to this new form of sexual expression.
"Gina," she said softly, trying to push the other girl away from her. "I don't know if we should be doing this. I mean, how do we know whether or not it's right?" But even as she spoke her body wriggled under the oral pressure of Gina's mouth as Gina continued sucking on her tender nipples.
Gina had no intention of letting this luscious young girl go. Her body weight and her hands held Rachel down, and her hungry mouth trailed slowly down over the smooth slickness of the lovely young girl's flat belly, a belly taut with anticipation. She moved lower and lower until she was breathing hotly, excitedly into the silkiness of the lovely brown-haired girl's soft, downy pubic region, the way she had been taught so long ago by the woman who had brought her into lesbianism.
Gina's head moved even lower now, and her tongue snaked out and came into direct contact with Rachel's clitoris, taunting the moist, hot nub, causing Rachel to gasp out as electric delight charged shockingly through her quivering body. Gina's tongue began circling the bud of the upstanding clitoris in a teasing way, her breath shuddering hotly into the burningly wet furrow of the other girl's sopping pussy.
Her tongue slashed downward now, licking along the smoothly wet pink crevice-a slash already aflame because of what she had been doing, licking into the sopping slot where juices bubbled in abundance. The tongue pushed depper and deeper into the shuddering pussy, and she literally sucked the oils out of her, then licked violently, probing that much more deeply with her tongue. She licked the left labia, then the right one, than sank her tongue into the hole at the bottom of the slash, pushing it all the way in, only to lick out and larrup across the clitoris all over again.
Rachel gasped, totally out of control, feeling her mind ready to snap with these new feelings-feeling not even Manford Kelly's tongue had been able to previously give her. Gina was experienced at this and knew how to lick, whereas Manford had been an apprentice, under her own tutelage, and she had known next to nothing. There was neither fear nor revulsion in Rachel, only the capability of responding to what Gina was doing to her, Passion built faster than before, possibly prompted by the initial sight of what Gina had been doing with Luke Kelly. The mere sight of the enormous cock had caused desire to flow through Rachel all over again in spite of the total satisfaction she had received from her father, earlier.
The lovely brown-haired teenager felt delicious waves of rapture and wantonness swirling upward through her tumultuous cunt. It was a passion and rapture of an entirely different sort, for she realized that in spite of sexual desires being strong in her at all times, the feelings she had with a woman were definitely different from those she had with a man.
Gina's oral manipulations were masterful, and the auburn-haired girl sucked on the little nubbin of clitoris, whipping it with her tongue, As a result, Rachel was feeling herself build to an orgasm very quickly, wondering if there was any way to prolong it. She fought, trying to draw the feeling out, but it didn't do her any good.
Against her own will, she felt her strength seeping out of her, oozing from her pores as the juices of delight seeped from the tautness of her dripping pussy. Unable to control herself, she gasped with delight and simply lay back on the bed, closing her eyes and spreading her thighs that much wider. Gina's tongue swiped up and down the length of her girlish cut, then, like a flexible cock, sank itself to the depths in her shudderingly tumultuous inner sheath.
"AAAAAA IIIIIYYYYYY EEEEEEEAAAA IIIIGGGH-HH-HHH-HAAAANNN NNN GGGH-HH-HH-HH!" Rachel shrieked, coming incontrollably, her body vibrating and twitching as blast after blast of lubricant shot from her channel into Gina's face. The orgasm so totally overwhelmed her, she actually found tears of joy running down her cheeks. All the while the oils kept shooting from her cunt, and Gina continued drinking them all up.
Before Rachel was able to recover, she felt Gina suddenly pull away from her cunt, and then the other girl was sitting on Rachel's chest, pushing her own dripping muff into Rachel's face, and Rachel, not knowing what else to do, allowed her tongue to lick out and touch Gina's clitoris. Without thinking, Rachel licked, licked, then licked again, her tongue washing back and forth through Gina's tantalizingly scented vaginal sump, and as the water came flowing out of Gina, Rachel allowed it to flow down her throat.
Gina had been on edge for too long, and the touch of Rachel's mouth the her seething cunt ws all she needed.
"YYYYYYYY AAAAAAIIIIIII YYYYYAAAAAA IIIIYYYYAAAGGG HHHHHHH!" she shrieked, as Rachel continued licking away, lapping and slurping and drinking, while the auburn-haired woman rode her face.
Finally it was over for Gina, that much-needed climax leaving her totally drained as she rolled off Rachel and lay, face-down, on the bed, her white buttocks reflecting moonlight that came through the window, thus looking like twin moons, themselves.
Rachel staggered to her feet and pulled on her dress.
Without buttoning the two buttons in front, she staggered out of the shack, and slowly, unwittingly made her way toward her own shack. She was out of breath and out of strength, and she needed sleep. Even if it meant sleeping in her pa's bed, she needed that sleep.
As she came closer to the shack, she hoped her pa was already drunk to the point of oblivion. But when she walked inside, she found he wasn't even there. Grateful for the moment, she tugged off her dress, and fell onto the bed her pa and ma had shared all these years.
CHAPTER TEN
Before Rachel had a chance to fall asleep, she heard her father's staggering footsteps as Jack stumbled into the room behind her, He didn't have his jug with him, which meant he had quit drinking while only half-drunk.
"So, y'finally decided to come back, huh?" he snapped.
"P-paw?" she gasped, suddenly awake and afraid. "Ah know what you were doin', " he snapped. "Ah follered you to thet there shack up the hill, and ah saw what you done with Gina. Well, if you think that's gonna keep you from doin' anything with me, you gotcherself another thought comin', Rachel-baby."
"Paw, please . . . please.. . . "
"Naw, you please, Rachel You please yer old paw by suckin' his cock," he insisted, undoing his overalls and letting them fall. He stepped out of them and walked over to the bed, and grabbing her by the air, he tugged her to the floor, on her knees as he stood towering over her.
She stared at his penis, flaccid at the moment, and she said, "But pa, it ain't even hard. You know you can't come iff n it ain't hard."
Jack smiled and said, "Ah'm dependin' on that mouth of yours to suck it so's it'll get hard. Once it is hard, ah'm gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before."
"Paw, please . . . don't make me do that. Ah don't know iff n ah kin suck it till it gits hard. Ah mean, ah ain't never done nothin' like that afore."
"No? Y'sure as hell learned how to lick a woman's cunt in one helluva hurry, didn't you? Tell me Rachel, you like lickin' pussy better'n the idea of suckin' cock?"
The question stopped her cold. Hell! She didn't really dig licking Gina that much, but she sure as hell enjoyed sucking on Manford's cock when she had been initiating herself and him into sex. Finally, she exhaled and said, "No, paw, ah don't like eatin' pussy more'n I do a good cock."
"Well, there ain't no better cock around than your paw's," he insisted. "So you do as I tell you, damn you, and start asuckin'. "
He was mean drunk at this point, and Rachel knew if she didn't do as he said, he would hurt her and then force her to do what he wanted, anyway. Now she knew why her ma had always given in to the man. It was easier to obey him the first time, because she was sure as hell going to obey him eventually, and if it took longer, then it would only hurt her that much more. Yes, she would have to do as he wanted her to do.
With trembling hands she reached out to the soft, hanging length of her father's cock. She took it with her fingers and worked the foreskin back to reveal the deep red of his penile head. Then she leaned forward, sniffing it. He had washed it with his corn liquor for some reason or other, and at least it didn't stink of sweat, sighing, she finally took the head into her mouth, tasting the flavor of the corn liquor, and grateful for it because it made his meaty prick taste tangy. She just hoped she would be able to suck in a way to satisfy the old man.
She licked and sucked, and inside her mouth she became aware of the head of his penis slowly throbbing as it grew to erection. Blood slowly moved into the penile sacs, pounding through arteries to get there, and she experimentally swirled her tongue around the pulsing shaft, while at the same time she reached out and let her hand grip the hardening base. She felt it expand and thicken, pulsating as it grew more and more rapidly, and it thickened in her mouth, clogging the entrance to her gullet.
Her father's cock was something totally different from that of Manford Kelly. It was a strange and different experience unto itself, and she found it sexily and oddly stimulating in spite of her fears. Deep in the flat white depths of her aching belly, a burning glow of new, strong, sexual arousal was flaring to life, and Rachel knew that when it came to sex, any kind of sex, she was a slave and unable to resist for any length of time. She was capable of climaxing quickly no matter what she was doing, so she accepted the fact that she would indeed do anything her father wanted her to do.
His throbbing cock was as solid as granite at the moment, and her other hand reached out and filled itself with the weight of his scrotum. Her fingers were gently caressing it, teasing the wrinkled skin through the hair covering it, feeling the weight of his balls.
Abruptly, without warning, the half-drunk, and very mean Jack Kane thrust his hips forward and sank the full length of his hardened shaft into Rachel's tiny mouth, pushing the head into her throat, choking her, making her gag and cough and gurgle. She turned blue in the face for a moment in an attempt to catch her breath with the thickness lodged in her esophagus, and when she tried pulling her head back, his hands clamped themselves on her skull, keeping her in place, with the full thickness of his penis pushing into the narrowness of her pharynx.
"Gggggg lllllrrrrgggg mmmmmmpphhhh wwwwwaaaa uuuggghhhh!" she gagged, choking.
"Suck, Rachel-baby, suck!" the man insisted.
Gagging and strangling, almost ready to die as the blood-engorged penis head pushed itself deeper and deeper into her narrow throat, she dug her fingers into her father's asscheeks in order to keep her balance. With a strong effort she controlled the feeling of nausea filling her, determined she would do as much as possible to keep her pa from hurting her. No matter how much his cock, jammed in her gullet might hurt, it was mild compared to the tortures he might put her through. How often she had seen the burns and bruises on her mother's delicate skin, and she was determined to keep as much of that from happening to her as was humanly possible.
Pulling air through her nostrils in a definite effort to breathe, she found her lungs filling with oxygen, and she was able to suck a little, She hollowed her cheeks, exerting a sucking pressure with her palate and tongue, as well as with her lips, squeezing around the pulsing rod he had rammed down her throat, hoping she was doing it well ought to keep him from further hurting her.
Jack was apparently satisfied with the way her mouth was vacuuming his cock inside, and he began pulling his penis back a little. Just as the pressure on her gullet eased, and the head of his penis slid across the flat of her tongue, he rammed it right back in again. He began jazzing it back and forth, back and forth, fucking her mouth as eagerly as he had fucked her cunt, earlier.
Instinctively, the lovely brown-haired girl began countering his thrusts, bobbing her lovely face back and forth, making certain her tongue was a broad, flat platter on which to serve his cock into her throat, and as she did so, the fires in her cunt, which had been simmering low flames were now flaring pyres of lust. Moisture flooded her pussy, making it ready, for she was certain that her daddy would want to shove his prick in there all over again, when he got tired of the way she sucked. Lordy! She felt so sexy and aroused, so out of control and filled with the need for a satisfaction of her own. Now she understood why Gina had made her do what she had done. It was obvious Gina hadn't been getting the kind of satisfaction she'd needed. In fact, she had admitted Luke Kelly had done nothing for her while she had sucked the man's cock. Hell! She hoped her paw didn't intend to leave her unsatisfied. It just wouldn't be right.
She closed her eyes, thinking her pa certainly intended fucking her. He had to, he just had to. A delicious shiver was running through her tormented body. She knew he was drunk to the point where he would be savage with her no matter what he did, but she didn't care as long as she was able to come again. She tried to imagine how it would be when he finally threw her on her back and slammed his thick log into her. God! It would be heaven. Even more heavenly would be the feel of Luke Kelly's even thicker log. Now that was one formidable log.
But even as she thought these things, she was aware of her father pulling back, tugging his cock away from her mouth, literally forcing her to take her sucking lips from the throbbing organ.
"Okay," he told her. "Thass enough fer now. Ah told you ah was gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before, and ah meant every last word of it, honey."
Sitting back on her heels, Rachel looked up at him, hoping for some words of praise as she asked, "Did I do it right, paw?"
"Yeah," he muttered. "Now git yer ass up onna bed."
Obediently Rachel crawled onto the bed and lay down on her back in the middle of it, gladly allowing her slender, rounded thighs to separate in readiness for her father's hard, long, thick cock. He fell on his knees on the mattress and walked toward her, his lancing prick all shiny and wet with her saliva, making it look like a punishing cudgel rather than a joy stick.
She somehow or other smiled at her father, though much as she wanted his cock, she hated the man, himself, for being such an animal.
"Okay, paw," she told him. "Ah'm ready whenever you are."
"You ain't gettin' mah cock the usual way, Rachel. Ah want you over on your belly and up on your knees."
Knowing better than to argue with the man, the girl obediently turned over. She remembered reading in those books at Luke Kelly's about doing it this way, dogstyle. So she didn't feel too badly about this particular position.
"Go ahead paw," she said, her buttocks jutting out and roundly waving him on.
The man was close to her now, his sweaty body pressing against the moons of her buttocks-buttocks defenselessly up-thrust and roundly quivering. She gasped as he poked a finger into the viscid moisture drooling from her vagina opening. It felt good, really good, even if it was her paw doing the fingering. What was more, he seemed to be more gentle than she had expected him to be, considering how loud her mother used to scream when her father used her. Maybe, just maybe, her mother was making too much of a big deal out of something that was really a lot of fun. Maybe her mother was a prude and her paw was right, to some extent.
Lulled into a false sense of well-being for the moment, the lovely Rachel waited expectantly for her father to spear her narrow cunt with the full length of his vibrant penile prong. But then she felt something unexpected as his wet finger moved from her dripping cunt, rising to the narrow little pucker of her asshole that prune-like opening nestled between the full, white globes of her asscheeks. She twisted her head around and looked at him, her eyes wide and questioning as she said, "Paw . . . what you got in mind?"
"Honey, ah'm gonna fuck thet there virgin ass of yours," he told her, smiling, his drunken face contorted with lust. "Ah mean, when ah fucked your cunt this afternoon, y'didn't bleed, so ah know ah wasn't the first one in there. When ah pushed my cock into yer mouth, ah saw from the way you worked yer lips you knew what you was doin', which means you musta sucked some other guy's cock afore. But ah'm willin' to bet ain't no one copped your asshole afore. So thass what ah'm gonna do. And like a good daughter, yer gonna let me."
Rachel was stunned. Her heart felt as if a hand was squeezing the life out of it. What her father was suggesting boggled the mind. In her ass?
"Paw, no!" she shouted. "Don't do this! Ah ain't never done nothin' to deserve this. You know how tiny ah am back there and how big you are."
"Shit! Your asshole ain't no smaller'n your ma's, at least afore I first fucked her asshole. Ah don't want no backtalk, Rachel Ah'm gonna fuck your asshole, and thass that."
She saw the thrill building in her father's rheumy eyes as sadistic excitement coursed through him, making him shudder with the urge to continue. He stared down at her defenselessly waggling buttocks. He drooled, the saliva falling from his lips as he stared at the tight brownish pucker of her narrow asshole helplessly offered to the hardness of his throbbing cock. Shee-itt! He was gonna teach this one, right enough. She wasn't gonna get away with no bullshit like her mother. That woman had always wanted somethin' to knock her out so she hardly felt nothin' whenever she and his cronies fucked her. That last time, when he had used that concoction given to him by the swamp witch, she had finally acted like a cunt oughta act. Well, Rachel was never gonna get none of that juice that doped her mother. Not anymore. From now on, she was gonna learn to be fucked from every angle, in every hole, and from as many men as he wanted to fuck her at one time.
Sinking his finger into the sodden channel of her cunt, he brought out more oozing juices and smeared them on the tiny aperture of her cringing anal opening. Then he held the rock-solid shaft of his penis tightly in his hand as he nestled the bloated head firmly against the pulsating little opening. Then he used both hands to spread her asscheeks as wide as possible.
Rachel felt him applying the inexorable pressure as he pushed the head of his prick against her tiny asshole, and she knew there was no chance in the world of her escaping from this. Now she knew why her mother had screamed in agony all the time. Her father was as determined to fuck her there as he had been to fuck her mother there. What was more, resistance would only make the man happy. He was a sadist at heart, and Rachel understood that the more she begged for him not to do it, the more determined he was to proceed.
"All right, paw," she said, before he had a chance to thrust. "You jest go right ahead and do it this way. Fuck me in mah asshole if thet's what you want. Iffn it'll make you happy, ah want you to do it. Fuck it right in now . . . go on ahead."
"Y'all tellin' me you want me to do it, Rachel?" her pa asked, his voice faltering as he stared at her, unbelieving.
"Sure. Why not? Iffn it'll make you happy, it'll probably make me happy, too, won't it? Go on! Shove it in mah ass. Shove it in real hard."
That was precisely what he did, though the edge of pleasure had been taken off, just as Rachel had suspected.
Exerting more pressure, straining his back, hip, and leg muscles as he did so, the man pushed his cock forward into her rectum, stretching her sphincter painfully. Rachel gasped as agony coursed through her. She bit her lip to keep her pa from knowing just how much she was suffering because of what he was doing.
He pushed harder, and then there was a slight pop as the corona slid past the sphincter muscle. Her breath caught in her throat, and she forced herself to stifle a scream of agony for a long moment. But he shoved fast and hard, forcing his thick prong deeper, and she was unable to keep it locked in. Full-throatedly, she screamed, "Aaaaaiiiii eeeeaaaaagggggh-h-h-hh! Paw . . . it hurts, oh, paw.. . "
Deeper and deeper the penis sank into the spongy softness of her rectum, pushing the tissues apart, but not once did she scream to him to stop, knowing to do so would make him feel good. She didn't like it, not at all, but she hid her dislike, keeping it secret. Her head slammed against the mattress beneath her, repeatedly hitting it as she gasped because of the torment she was feeling, but she didn't scream again, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of knowing how much pain she felt.
She thrashed from side to side, her asscheeks writhing over and over, but her father's strong hands held her in a vice-like grip, her every jerking movement serving only to drive the hardened flesh spike of his cock that much more deeply into her.
"Well, now, how's it feel, Rachel-honey?" he taunted.
"It hurts paw, but iff n you like it, well, go right on ahead."
"Thass just what ah'm gonna do," he nodded.
Her asshole was a lot tighter than he had imagined. Certainly it was tighter than her mother's asshole. The pressure of her sphincter was actually hurting his cock as it squeezed solidly around the hard stiffness he had thrust into her. A heavy sweat was breaking out all over him, much heavier than the light sheen of perspiration coating Rachel's lovely body.
"It'll feel better iff n you shove back and take more cock in," he gasped, curious to see if she would obey.
Rachel knew better than to think of disobeying the man. She bent forward, gathered her strength, then shoved her buttocks backward at the same time he drove his cock forward. She felt even more excruciating agony as his monstrously solid phallus slid ever deeper until with a single final thrust, his thighs flattened themselves against her soft buttocks, and she realized her asshole was gripping the hairy base of his throbbing cock. The full length of it was totally buried in her rectum.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh.. . Gawwwwwd! Paw ww ww!" she cried out with the last push. "Hhhhh aaaaauuuuu nnnnnnhhhh!"
Biting her lower lip until she actually drew blood from it, Rachel felt her father's hairy, scrubby pelvis smack itself solidly into the roundnesses of her upraised buttocks as his balls swung against the lips of her tantalizing pussy. The shocks filling her this time were far from pleasant.
The grizzled Jack Kane held himself still for the moment while his throbbing penis lurched, expanding even more inside the narrowness of his daughter's asshole. Slowly, little by little, her rectum began to adjust to the thickness of the pulsing penis. Rachel felt as if her inner flesh had been torn and ripped, and yet once again there lurked that ever-present sensation of desire that once again began swelling and enlarging within her. Arousal built slowly at first, then faster and faster. It was so powerfully demanding, that in spite of the pain she still felt, she wanted her father to fuck her back there.
Still on his knees behind his daughter-or at least the young girl he insisted in his own mind was his daughter-Jack found it almost impossible to believe when the soft, rounded lunar orbs of Rachel's lovely buttocks began churning solidly back against him in a slow, fucking, churning motion, undulating sexily. He moaned, feeling all kinds of exquisite sensations because of it, stunned, because she was reacting far more arousingly than her mother had ever reacted. Christ! She was doing it all by herself, the sexy little bitch!
"You damn little twat!" he roared at her. "Ah thought ah'd be the first one into yer ass, but ah see now thet you musta been assfucked afore. Ah mean, ah ain't never seen no one react like this the first time."
"Paw that ain't so," Rachel sobbed. "Ah ain't never done nothin' like this afore. Ah'm doin' it 'cause you know how to make me feel so much pleasure, thass why." She knew she had to make him believe her.
As he powered his thrusting auger back and forth in his daughter's rectum, he saw her profile when she turned her head to the side, and he was surprised to see her gorgeous face distorted with ecstatic rapture. What was more, without his urging, she was thrusting her ass solidly back at him, absorbing the full length of his driving phallus into the narrow tightness of her ass, surrounding it with her smooth, warm anal tissue.
Jesus, God! the man thought to himself, Lookit the way thet there gals taken to ass-fucking. Shee-ittt! She likes just 'boutany kindafuckin'shecanget. Ah'm gonna charge me morenfive bucks fer them guys to use her. She s one terrific fuck. Like her maw she s got nice smooth skin, but she sure cottons to cock a lot more'n Susan ever did. Jesus!She loves bein'reamed!
Hell! Hurting her would be a waste. If he kept her in good shape, she'd make him a lot more money. He suddenly tugged the length of his thickly throbbing cock from the tightness of her clinging rectum, and he was turning her over onto her back, pressing his mouth to hers, making her think he had some bit of affection for her, believing if he faked it, she would respond more readily to him than if he kept whipping her. He had to keep this merchandise in good shape.
Rachel was disappointed. She was learning to love being fucked in the ass. She realized there were certain nerve-endings in there his thick cock was touching that, if rubbed long enough, would set her off with another kind of orgasm. She wanted that orgasm.
"Le's fuck the right way, Rachel-baby," the old man insisted.
"Please, paw, I want it back in my ass," she begged.
He stared, unable to believe it. She really did like it back there. Well, hell! He sure was shit was willin' to give it to her there. But instead of turning her over again, he hoisted her legs over his shoulders and threw her thighs back, rolling up a blanket and shoving it under her rounded buns, lifting her asshole higher. Then he pressed his cock-head into her asshole in this position, seeing the gleam in her eyes as she felt his thick cock once again filling her rear-end. She groaned with lust as the hard, throbbing penis filled her rectum totally, soaring smoothly into the warm, rubbery depths.
"Aaaannnnn hhhh.. . that's it, daddy.. . oooooh.. . yeah.. . ah love it this way.. . don't stop.. . don't stop . . . keep shovin' it into me.. . . . "
Jack was panting, his daughter's words a goad to his own lust. He had never before known a woman who liked it in the ass. Aside from Susan, he had fucked maybe a half dozen other women in his lifetime, everyone of them in the ass, and every one of them, without exception had told him she hated him for doing it. But Rachel was using her thighs on his shoulders for leverage, ramming her asshole against his powering cock as he sawed in and out with a wild abandon he had never been able to enjoy before. She matched him, her face reflecting the salacious enjoyment she was feeling as the man stared at his hardened shaft sliding in and out of her clinging sphincter, rhythmically.
In utter bliss Rachel ground against this man who she otherwise deeply hated. She took all of his cock into her rectum, and then the joys of orgasm overtook her, the rapture bursting from her mouth.
That was all that was needed to trigger Jack's orgasm, and Rachel felt her father's hot, sticky fluid flood her rectum. It was good. She fell asleep before her father had a chance to pull out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The remainder of the week and the beginning of the following week passed quickly enough, Rachel mentally fogged because of all that was happening. Most of the day she was learning to hate her pa, but the two times each day he either fucked her, sucked her, or made her go down on him, she went into a stupor, loving everything she did.
Because she never complained, Jack took extra pains to wash himself a little, something he had never done with Susan because his wife had always bellyached about his not being clean enough for her. But now the big test was coming.
It was Wednesday, and Jack had passed the word around that he had gotten rid of his wife because she was no damn good, and that he was going to use his daughter, instead. He told all the men who were going to join in the Wednesday night gang-bang, that Rachel didn't just lie there like Susan did. Rachel was as clean as Susan, as sweet-smelling, as delectable, but she knew how to move her ass. Anyone wanting to join in would have to shell out seven bucks.
The men, who until recently had been paying him a dollar each, and then two dollars that last time to use Susan, were irritated because they felt the price-hike was too much. But Jack told them if they didn't pay up, they didn't get Rachel, who was fresher and younger and a helluva lot better than his former wife.
Eventually all of them grudgingly paid the price and came to Jack's house. Rachel was already naked in the bedroom, and the men were surprised Jack had not tied her up, nor was he using the caged spider with which he had threatened his wife for so many years. In fact, as soon as the men were crowded into the room, ten inside, with forty outside waiting their turn, Jack walked out.
"Paw," Rachel called out, somewhat afraid, being left alone with ten bearded men, all of whom were more than old enough to be her father, one of them more than likely her natural father.
"Yer paw ain't gonna help you, honey," Al Danfield, the white-haired old man in the group told her. He had drawn the lucky ticket to go first, and he was widely grinning at her. "'Sides, he gets his kicks jes' watchin' us slip it to yer maw, so you kin bet he'd jes' as soon watch us fuck you, too. Leave 'im alone and enjoy ever'thin, honey."
Rachel stood near the bed in her father's bedroom, frozen to the spot for the moment. Were they really intent on using her the way they always had used her ma? She didn't watch everything the last time, but toward the end she knew more than one man was jumping on the poor woman, all at the same time.
Al Danfield moved closer to her. He was short, almost wizened, probably weakened from having had too much corn liquor to drink. He looked near death.
"Hey, Rachel," he told her. "We done paid yer paw in good faith. From what he tells us, you really dig a good screwin', so don't fight it, honey. Right now it's mah turn."
Other voices in the room chimed in loudly saying, "Me next."
"Then me."
"Hey don't forget, I got Lucky Pierre."
Rachel felt sick, hearing each of the ten men voice his own opinion as to when it was his turn. Fifty men for tonight all told. Forty were still waiting in the living room. How had her mother been able to handle so many?
She didn't have time to think anything more because Al Danfield grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.
Standing over her, he dropped his coveralls and she was amazed that such a short old man should have such a long penis. It swung lewdly from between his thighs, rigid and ready. His testicles dangled loosely in a great profusion of black, wiry hair, attesting to the fact that the hair on his head had turned white long before it was supposed to do so.
Al stood directly over Rachel, and he looked down at the softness of her smoothly textured skin, flexing his thighs so that his huge, massive rod soared straight out in it's blood-bloated desire to be buried inside her. Her skin looked like white porcelain wherever her dress normally covered it, and like tan doeskin elsewhere. Her breasts had started growing a little, probably from all the mauling they were getting this past week. They wobbled back and forth on her chest with her breathing.
Rachel's eyes swept dazedly over the enormous genitals directly over her face, staring as if she were in some kind of nightmare. She understood only too well what was going to happen to her. In order to forestall it, she slid away from him, leaped to her feet and tried backing away, only to see all the other men around the bed, just waiting for her to move toward them.
Al Danfield didn't bother waiting. He moved to her, catching her roughly against him and all but swallowing her mouth with his. Rachel didn't like the feel or the smell of the man, so she began to fight but the resistance she put up was weak. She was no longer used to nakedly struggling with men. Her hands pushed vainly at the old, wrinkled, fleshy body pressed so possessively against hers.
His rough, masculine, wrinkled hands roamed over the soft mounds of her growing breasts. He crushed them, pinching the reddened nipples, nipples normally tan but now filled with an excess of blood. Then his hands swept with ever-increasing urgency over her rounded shoulders, moving down her back to the voluptuous melon-like fruit of her twin buttocks. She knew now there would be no escape for her. She was trapped as her mother had been trapped, a slave to her father's desire for earning money without working for it. He was, in essence, her pimp.
Rachel uttered little cries of loathing, but the sounds coming from her mouth were little more than lost whispers. She felt helpless to prevent the pain that was to come, pain that no even her father tried inflicting on her any longer. Humiliation filled her as a result of it all.
The crowd of men standing around the bed were panting heavily as they stared. Everyone felt the heavy tension in the air, as well as desire swelling in their loins while each man waited his turn with the helpless girl.
With a violently brutal heave, letting Rachel know the man was much stronger than he looked, Al Danfield threw the helpless girl once again on the bed. She lay there, totally vulnerable, her thighs spread wide apart, tears rolling down her cheeks as the humiliation became more and more keenly felt. Al hurled himself on top of Rachel, letting his wrinkled body lay on her voluptuously curved young flesh.
Rachel uttered a low scream and tried hard to weakly push the man off her. He laughed, holding her down as his trembling hands moved over the supple softness of her slender thighs, kneading her helpless flesh, grasping it in ripples between his roughly demanding fingers.
His hungry slavering mouth began devouring the ripening softness of her quivering young breasts, biting them so that his teeth left marks on her delicate white flesh. The other men grumbled when they saw that. Jack would note the teeth marks too, and he would get angry. He didn't like his women being marred. Al Danfield would be excluded from the next get-together. He sucked her nipples strongly so that groans of helpless sorrow ripped from her hoarse throat.
Then the white-haired man moved up on her, once more swallowing her full, girlish lips with his own again. He pulled back her solid thighs though she struggled to keep them lying flat on the bed, doing her utmost to keep them closed beneath him. The tender labia leading to her soft, pink feminine culvert-that tunnel which was to give him unutterable delight, shone wetly, unguarded for all the men in the room to see and drool over.
His hand went down to his rigid cock. The organ jerked convulsively between her trembling thighs as a knee forced her legs to painfully separate. The head of his cock brushed itself up and down over the lips of her vagina, trying to find the tiny little hole where it would enter her. His rod, with its great bared head was almost purple with blood as it rubbed teasingly against the vulnerable slash.
Rachel lay there, her arms stretched wide as if she had been nailed to a horizontal cross. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she waited, feeling the penis press slowly into her narrow channel. Then there was a quick hip-throwing lunge as the old man slammed the full length of his rigid red cock into the squeezing tightness of her oily cuntal closure.
To Rachel, it felt as if the penis was entering her with a tearing motion as her hips began to frantically jerk up and down. She was dry inside, not the least bit prepared for this impalement, and as a result she screamed out her agony. The men cheered Al Danfield on.
He began sawing his cock mercilessly into her, making her helpless torso wriggle from side to side on the mattress. She moaned and gasped, feeling totally alone and unable to fight back. Now she understood the full horror her mother had undergone for fifteen years, and she was determined she would not bear up under this for such a period of time.
She did her best to shove with her fists, wanting to push this horrid old-looking man off her, but she eventually gave up and she simply lay there, her entire body twitching under the pain she was feeling because of the pounding her dry cunt was undergoing. Fire blazed between her legs, but it was agonizing fire, and not arousing flare-ups.
The other men had been standing around, watching, drooling, waiting, yet now unable to wait as they watched. Each man's pants bulged from the pressure of a rigid cock, underneath.
Under the surprisingly heavy weight of this old-looking man, Rachel's breasts rose sharply to indicate how much she was suffering, as if he was knocking all the wind out of her. Her bottom slithered from side to side in an effort to relieve the pain of his continual relentless thrusting and withdrawal. Her face was wet with tears, feeling for the first time no pleasure at all in the copulating process. Rather she was filled with shame and humiliation. When he thrust particularly hard into her dry well, she squeaked with pain. She had never felt so uncomfortable with a cock in her, before. It wasn't as if Al was bigger than her pa. Hell, no! But her pa always made sure her cunt was wet before he dicked her.
The great, throbbing phallus slipped in and out, in and out, moving with greater and greater ease as his seeping oils lubricated the way. At the same time her own glands were being stimulated, and against her will she was starting to oil up, inside. Soon the massive cock of Al Danfiels was embedded in the depths of her teeming belly, sunk as far as possible.
His wrinkled, arthritic hands began moving over her helpless body, clutching her all over in his hungry passion for her. He caught her shoulders, her neck, caressed her face and then reached down and squeezed her asscheeks, crushing them solidly in his fingers. He moved his hands between them and rubbed her clitoris, then manipulated her cuntlips with his fingers, making them twitch as he continued pounding his phallic length in and out of her shuddering pussy.
His slavering mouth opened wide and covered her tear-filled, lovely face with a series of heatedly wet kisses. Grunts came from the hungering depths of his throat, and his tensing and untensing buttocks slowed, moving with strong, deliberate pushes now. The man slitered his knobby knees closer to her upturned buttocks now as if he wanted to push his cock right through her and nail her to the mattress.
He scooped her thighs up and pushed her knees far over her head so that she looked unreal in that painfully contorted position. Her body was actually bent double with her toes actually touching the mattress behind her.
He continued moving more and more slowly, trying to thrust that much deeper with every forward drive, shoving into her upturned buttocks, grinding slowly, small gasps coming from his lips, until suddenly, a long, aching flood of breath came ripping from his throat.
GGGHHHAAAGGGH-H-HHH-HUUUUU RRRRGGGHHHH AAAGGGGGHH-HH-HH!" he bellowed as his fast-shooting blasts of sperm swept up into Rachel's battered passageway, pouring deep into the shuddering depths of her quivering belly.
The man's gasps were accompanied by similar gasps as well as harried and frenzied expressions from the many men around the room as he sank exhaustedly on top of the girl, letting her legs finally flop back down almost lifelessly on either side of him.
The other men, all standing around, hot and flushed, were anxious to be next to rape the lovely girl. But each one had to wait his turn. At least they were ahead of the forty still waiting in the other room.
Slowly the first of Rachel's ravishers crawled from her shuddering body, all but falling to the floor, leaving her sprawled and sobbing, totally immobile for the moment on the bed. Her legs law obscenely spread apart. She had no strength left to even shut them.
The indignities perpetrated on her young being had only just begun. The next man was Zeke Weiss, the man she had seen rape her mother the previous week, and it was obvious he was getting a charge out of fucking his cock into the daughter after having used the mother for so long. In honor of the occasion, he had taken his first bath in nearly a year, as a result, he didn't stink of rotten onions. He simply smelled like a garbage dump. The instant he shoved his cock into her, he began coming.
What Zeke did seemed to be a signal to the other men, because they, one at a time, shoved their cocks into her cunt, and with little or no stroking, fired one wad after another into her. In no time the ten were filing out of the room, their place taken by the next ten.
This time, Rachel was turned on her belly and forced to her knees, her rounded buttocks stretched wide apart. The smooth, supple skin pulled aside to uncover her narrow little anus, an anus now elastically used to yielding to long cocks. Then one man after another forced his throbbing rod into the narrow tightness of her ass hole. The thicker cocks had more difficulty than the others, but his entire group of ten only wanted her asshole, and that was where they fucked her.
Almost insane with humiliation and pain, Rachel sobbed in torment as the next ten men alternated between her asshole and her cunt. One of the men rubbed his cock between her breasts and shot his load against her throat.
The fourth group of ten took her on in groups of five. One man plugged into her cunt, one man shoved his cock into her right hand, a third man shoved his cock into her left hand, and the next two men pushed their penises between her big toes and the toes next to them. They blasted sperm all over her helpless body.
The second group of five men did the same thing, only the men using her feet used her little toes and the toes next to them. Once again white froth splattered all over Rachel.
Then the fifth group of ten came in. They seemed more depraved than the others, perhaps from having to wait around so long. One man actually tried screwing into her navel, and when he came, he did fill her belly button with his sperm. Two other men had her jerk their cocks with the tips against her ears, as if trying to fuck her in the ears. They shot their loads all over the sides of her neck. Two other men rubbed the tips of their penises into her nostrils and blasted seminal fluid into her sinuses. Then she sat up and took two penises under her armpits from behind, while yanking on two more with her hands, feeling all four come as if at once, all over her belly and arms.
The men filed out, and Rachel was certain the ordeal was over. God! What a horrible nightmare. She didn't think she would ever be able to go through anything like that again. She was just beginning to relax, when another man walked into the room. She recognized him as the local sheriff, and now she understood why the law never came down on her pa for running a still.
The sheriff leered down at her helpless body all covered with sperm and he un-sipped his fly.
"No . . . " she begged, weeping, not having had an orgasm from one of the other forty-nine men. "No more, please . . . no more . . . I can't take it."
But it was obvious the sheriff intended ignoring her pleas as he had obviously ignored her mother's pleas all those years. There was a grin of lascivity on his fat face.
"Sorry ah was a bit late for the fun, honey," he told her. "But as a lawman, ah got mah duties to perform, and there was some nothern folks ah had caught in a speed trap. Ah hadda fine them a hunnert bucks each afore comin'. But ah'm glad ah made it, and ah'n sure you're glad ah'm here, too."
She looked at the sheriff with a horrified stare on her face. She wondered what more the sheriff intended doing to her since she had been violated in just about every way, Licking her lips, she suddenly realized no one had used her mouth. It was as if this one time her mouth had been saved for this man. God! She was so dazed, she was certain anything the sheriff did would kill her.
Whatever she thought didn't seem to disturb the fat, greasy looking man. He shucked his pants.
Suddenly there was a movement around her head, and Rachel felt the mattress of the bed beginning to sink under the tremendous weight of the man near her. He turned her head toward him, and his fingers were all but tearing at her lips, trying to pry them apart. Angry that she should be so abused, she actually sank her teeth into the man's fat fingers.
"Why you li'l bitch!" the sheriff roared, and he dug his fingers into her jaw hinges, forcing her mouth to open against her will.
Her eyes had been squeezed shut all this time, but now she opened them and stared at the monstrous organ the sheriff was displaying. It looked like something belonging to a dinosaur. He was jerking on the cock, making certain it was as still as stone, and he was panting heavily, all the more intent on fucking her mouth.
"Honey, y'all are gonna kiss and lick the old cock, 'cause iffn you don't, ah'm gonna run yer paw in fer operatin' a still without a license. When ah do that, ah'll have to run you in, too. They'll send y'to womens' prison where you'll be rapped with a broomhandle fer the rest of yer life."
The thought of this nauseating fat man's gigantic sequoia log cramming itself into her throat made Rachel want to throw up. She opened her mouth to scream. But before any sound came from her throat, the sheriffs prying fingers held her mouth wide open, and he shoved his solidly stiff, throbbing cock against her unwilling lips.
He lifted her head by tugging on her hair, then yanked her sperm-smeared face forward so that the head of his throbbing cock buried itself in the narrow opening between her lips. She tried to clench her teeth together before the head of his penis moved between them, but the fat man was not to be denied. With an extra hard-driving thrust he forced his throbbing penis into the wet warmth of her narrow little mouth, letting it soak in her saliva. God! It was so huge, it forced her jaws wide apart to the point where she feared she would have a dislocated jaw. The penis slithered across the length of her tiny tongue, jamming against her palate, and filling her mouth with its clogging thickness.
The overweight man became more aroused and incited at the sight of his weighty cock slowly being devoured by the tiny mouth of this adorable-looking girl. In his eyes she was an extension of her mother, a woman he had fucked regularly for the past eight years, in her mouth, her asshole, and her cunt, ever since becoming sheriff of the county. In fact, Rachel's youth made her look even more appealing than her mother, and even more intriguing was the fact that her mouth, while seemingly smaller, was holding more and more of his cock. In fact, he was pushing the head into her throat, and even though she was gagging and choking, somehow or other, his cock was fitting down there, the tight ring of her gullet squeezing around the penis, making the sensations in him that much more enjoyable.
Rachel struggled desperately against the obscenely cruel rape of her helpless mouth. But her arms were unable to move, being worn out, and she found her struggles useless as the man quickened his penil thrusts in and out of her squeezing oral orifice. He never once pulled it out completely, and she was certain each time he shoved the flesh plug back into her esophagus, that she would strangle on it. She moaned piteously, but the guffawing sheriff ignored her cries as he continued pumping his hard cock in and out.
She shut her eyes again, not wanting to stare at the thick length of salami-like sausage he was continually cramming and re-cramming down her throat. She felt herself subjected to the lowest form of humiliation possible. Her entire body seemed numb and void, totally without any kind of feeling, insensitive to anything and everything around her. She was in a trancelike state, and as if from a long way away she heard the sheriffs voice ordering her, "Suck, damn you, suck!"
Without thinking, she obeyed, her lips reacting, tightening around the phallic prod. She was afraid of the further agony she might have to endure if she disobeyed, and so her lips worked again and again around the throbbing length of pole. She nibbled and sucked and all but chewed at the continually thrusting instrument that dug into her pharynx, choking and sputtering each time he rammed it too far down her throat. Little by little her gullet widened even to this man's enormous thickness, and she found herself becoming accustomed to this unnatural rape.
Rachel tried hard not to think about what was happening to her, but every time the man pushed his penis down her gullet, shoving it seemingly deeper into the tenderness of her narrow throat, she felt his heavy, sweaty testicles bumping against her small chin, cruelly reminding her of the depravity he was performing on her.
The saliva in her mouth became thick and heavy because she was unable to swallow. It was growing stickier with the man's constant oily emissions, the fluid seeping from the narrow slip in his cock that would soon be shooting forth sperm.
Rachel was aware of the paunchy man gasping as he strained his hips forward. He all but punched his cock into her mouth, each thrust feeling as if it were to be the last before he attained his spasmodic satisfaction and poured glue down her gullet.
God! Rachel thought. Iffn he comes in my mouth, ah'm sure enough gonna be sick.
His fingers had woven themselves through her hair, the one part of her that miraculously had no sperm and he forced her head to bob back and forth as he shoved his pulsating rod in and out of her tenderly narrow throat. He shoved the cock into her mouth as if it were a cunt, and soon he would be spewing his seed down there. His eyes stared at the way her lips tightly clamped themselves around the throbbing thickness of his shuddering prick.
Rachel felt the continued thickening, stretching and expanding of his hard cock in her narrow little mouth. For a while her mouth had adjusted to the thickness, but now it was seemingly impossible. He was getting even thicker and her mouth wouldn't enlarge any more. She continued her piteous moaning, hoping somehow the man would take pity on her, but it was all in vain. The man was concerned solely with his pleasures, and he was the kind of man who would never give a damn about anyone else's suffering, anyway. That was why he had been selected by Luke Kelly to be the next sheriff. God! She felt so helplessly debauched, hating every moment of this, vowing to herself that somehow or other she would run away rather than face another Wednesday night like this.
Rachel began sucking the lawman's throbbing instrument with greater lip pressure, deciding her best chance to finish all this would be to make the man come as quickly as possible. She was a helpless teenage girl, alone and at the mercy of all the men in the county at this point, but especially at the mercy of her father. Seeing the way this minion of the law behaved toward her, the helpless girl understood she would never receive mercy or tenderness from any man in the future, and if anyone was going to help her, it had to be herself.
With any luck, this would be the last man for the night. Then she'd get some sleep and follow her mother's example by taking a two hour bath in the creek, tomorrow. The trouble was, a lot of people in the county would see her bathing there, and they would know she had been forced to take her mother's place. Now they would be pointing fingers at her and whispering about her as they had her mother.
Tough the sheriff outwardly appeared in no hurry to finish this, Rachel knew from the twitching in his urethra that he was close to his culmination. Her lips pursed themselves all the more strongly around his pulsating penis, and each time he pulled back, she took care to suck that much more strongly around the corona, especially on the sensitive underside, where her tongue waggled from side to side. The penis was thickening even more, widening her lips, stretching them to the breaking point.
Abruptly the man was jerking his hips as he gripped her hair tightly and shoved the full length of his thickly throbbing cock down her gullet, forcing the bloated head into the deepest part of her throat. She fought the breathe, but this time she wasn't even able to draw air through her nostrils.
Then the strangest thing happened. As the penile head rubbed itself back and forth in the tightness of her esophagus, flickering sensations heralding the oncoming of one of her own orgasms began building inside her. Somehow, in some way, her sucking of this cock was triggering a maddening sensation in her body, and she was going to climax, herself.
Her head whirled and blackness seemed to surround her as winking stars went on and off, and then she was hitting the top of the rainbow all over again. "GGGGH-HHH-HHHUUUU RRRRRRKKGGGG LLLLCCCCC HHHH GGGJJJJJ UUUPPPH-HHH-HHAAAWW WAAAUUUUGGHHH LLLAAARRR GGGGGHHHH CCCCC HHHHHH!" she gagged, choking, ready to strangle to death in her moment of ecstasy.
From what seemed a long, long distance away, she heard a deep masculine bellow. "WWWWWW AAAAAH-HHH-HH-OOOO
Sperm was suddenly erupting into the pit of her belly, pouring down her narrow throat, wetly sliding into her digestive tract. Other sounds filled Rachel's ears, such as curses and obscenities as his hot, thick -liquid splashed into her throat. He had obviously not been using his cock for some time-at least a week, since he had used it on her mother last Wednesday, and as a result great outpourings of the burning white fluid filled her throat.
Rachel sucked and swallowed, draining all the pungent sperm from his penis, and slowly it deflated, allowing her to breathe cool air again. Her head fell back on the bed, and she was unconscious before his cock was out of her mouth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Voices came drifting to her as if from a fog. Her mind was asleep, yet some part of it was awake and hearing words being bandied back and forth.
"Well, what'd ah tell you?" she heard her father's voice saying.
"She sucks real good, Jack," the sheriff was telling him. "But in the future you tell that little bitch not to be so uppity. Ah like havin' mah cock sucked to completion, and ah don't care for her attitude. The next time, iffn ah'm late, you make the others wait. Ah don't like havin' to fuck her mouth smellin' that scum from all t'others on her. Ah want her nice and clean."
"Yessuh, sheriff, yessuh, thass the way you'll git her," Jack was saying, and Rachel felt disgusted with the way he was toadying to the bloated bullfrog of a man who knew how to count well enough to skim lots of money from everyone, but who knew nothing about reading and writing. He was totally inhuman, and Rachel knew if she was forced to have anything more to do with him, she'd stick a knife in him.
"Ah ain't agonna wait till next Wednesday," the sheriff was saying. "Ah figger by Friday ah'll be recovered enough. You send Rachel to me out on the west side of the swamp. Thet girl needs a lesson, and ah'm gonna show her what happens to people who don't do what they're told 'round here, 'specially when ah'm the one doin' the tellin'. "
"Gotcha, sheriff," Jack nodded. "Don't worry none. Rachel'll be there. Y'll see."
"Oh, ah know she'll be there," the sheriff muttered. "Cus we both know what'll happen to you iffn she ain't."
That was all Rachel heard. Her mind totally drifted off to sleep at that point, and she was unaware of her father coming into the room and lying on the bed beside her, wallowing in other men's sperm.
Rachel slept through most of Thursday, and when she did awaken, there was no one in the shack, so instead of rushing down to the creek, she heated water on the wood-burning stone then poured it all into what had once been a horse trough at the rear of the shack. Then she immersed her sore body into it, washing the stench and the crusts from her face and her body, taking special care to clean out her twin lower holes.
Later than evening, she went to the doctor, who after examining her, assured her she wasn't incubating any venereal diseases. By the time she returned to the shack and prepared supper, her pa was back. He had gotten himself liquored up again, because sober he hadn't the courage to tell her what the sheriff had said to him. Underneath it all, Jack Kane was one of the most craven men in the county.
After supper, when Rachel had tucked her younger brothers into bed, she returned to her pa's bedroom, and he made her undress and get into bed where he gave her a quick, satisfying fuck that pleased both of them, After, he told her what the sheriff had said to him.
"Why in the swamp?" she wanted to know.
"Shucks, ah don' know," the man replied. "He jes' said be there, so ah reckon y'gotta be there. It don't pay to argue with the sheriff."
No, it didn't pay to argue with the one man in the county even more piggish-looking than Jack Kane. She had considered going to Luke Kelly about it, but Kane was Luke's man, and Luke Kelly wasn't about to upset things for the sake of some dumb little twat, no matter how much he wanted into her. Luke was the kind of man who would get into her, too.
Sighing, Rachel turned over and went to sleep, knowing that for the moment, she would do as she was told. But soon, her turn would come.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The swamp always had that stagnant stink of alligators and frogs and lizards. There were poisonous water moccasins there, as well.
Rachel hated this place. Only the swamp witch felt comfortable living here, in this oversized bog at the foot of the Ozarks, and that was one woman Rachel had no intention of meeting.
Huge trees with their claw-like branches grew on whatever land in the swamp wasn't covered with stinking water. But the west side of the swamp was the worst place. It had the deepest mud holes and the largest, smelliest bogs.
It was Friday, and school was out, finished for the rest of the summer. Rachel knew her days would be occupied with men wanting to fuck her if she stayed around here, but at the moment she didn't have much choice.
She knew of the one footpath leading through the west side of the swamp to the water's edge, and at the end of it, she found the sheriff waiting with two other people. One was a male, and the other was a female. Both were bound and gagged and in a boat. The sheriff motioned for Rachel to get into the boat, as well. The boat had an outboard motor, and the sheriff started it up. It wasn't until they were in the middle of the water that Rachel realized he meant to go to the swamp witch's shack.
"Sheriff, you gotta be crazy," Rachel gasped. That ain't no woman to be foolin' with. Besides, why you takin' these people out there?"
"Simple," he smiled. "This here's that there northern couple ah caught in mah speed trap, yestiddy, no two days ago. They ain't got no money to pay the fine. Ah want some of this northern poon, honey, but the woman's been kinda stubborn. So ah'm takin' 'em out here in the swamp to show 'em what'll happen iffn she don't put out. To start with, ah'll hang the man in front of her. Then ah'll rape the shit outta her anyway, and ah'll leave her here in the swamp, at the swamp witch's place. Iffn you don't bring some-thin' of value when you go th that old hag's place, and she finds you, she don't ask no questions. She jes' makes you disappear."
"What you got of value?" Rachel asked.
"Shee-tt! This here's Friday. The old bag is out pickin' her herbs and stuff on the north-east side of the swamp. She ain't gonna be back fer four hours yet. Ah don't need nuthin' of value. But ah figger her shack's as good a place as any to get laid. Ah hear she got herself a nice bed there."
Five minutes later the boat put-putted up onto a dry patch of land in the middle of the swamp and the sheriff turned off the engine. There was the swamp witch's cabin, and outside was a huge, gnarled old tree. It looked like no tree Rachel had ever previously seen. But the sheriff wasted no time. He hauled the man out of the boat, dragged him over to the tree, forced him to stand on a rotting wooden crate he found near the side of the shack, and then looped a rope around his neck, threw it over one of the heavy overhanging branches, and tied it to the bole of the tree.
"Now you jes' stand there," he told the man. "You kin look in the window of the shack and see what ah'm gonna do to these two ladies, iff'n you like, but don't get too excited and jump."
Rachel was horrified. She knew the sheriff wouldn't kill her, because she had the good sense to be scared of him. But these two northerners, even though more than a little frightened, had no idea how powerful he was in these parts. Neither believed he would actually commit murder. Still, they didn't want to risk it. What they didn't know was, when he was finished using the woman, he would hang the man anyway, and then he would probably drown the woman.
"Now you," he said to the woman, yanking her out of the boat and pushing her into the shack along with Rachel. "You're gonna do jes' what I say, 'cause iff n you don't, ah'm gonna hang thet there man of yours right in front of you."
"Neither are you, snipply li'l bitch," the fat man guffawed. "You got a good mouth there, Rachel. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste, so ah'm gonna make use of you and this here woman, too. You untie her, now."
They were in the wooden shack, the northern woman on the floor. The shack itself was clean enough, considering where it was and who lived here. Off to the left as one entered was a large set of shelves containing the countless potions mixed up by the swamp witch. At the rear of the shack were jars and jugs containing the different items the woman used to mix her potions. To the right was an old bed with a thick, down mattress.
Rachel dropped to her knees and began peeling the tape used to bind and gag the woman away. The sheriff watched, fascinated at the whimpers of pain coming from the golden-haired northern woman, whose name Rachel soon learned was Kathy. She was a zoftic woman, with large breasts barely hidden by her torn green dress, ample hips, and a slightly rounded belly. She had a straight nose and gray eyes.
When Rachel had all the tape off Kathy, the sheriff snapped, "Okay, you two, let's give what's-his-name hangin' around out there a thrill. Off with the clothes so he kin see both of you, nekkid."
The tall blonde was obviously frightened out of her wits by now, never dreaming any human being would do this to another. She hurriedly removed her torn clothing, revealing the fact that her left side was covered with a series of ugly black and blue marks, where the sheriff had obviously hit her the previous day when she had refused to put out for him in jail.
Rachel got to her feet and shed her gingham dress. At the same time the sheriff pulled open his fly, pulling out his thickly swollen cock. It looked even more horrible in the light of day.
"Okay," he said to Rachel. "You've had the old pecker in your mouth afore. Suppose you jes' fall on your knees and get another lip lock on it. You, Kathy, or whatever your name is, you come over here and take my clothes off n me."
He was holding his revolver, as if to let everyone there know he wouldn't hesitate to use it. A shot out here wouldn't be heard by anyone. Rachel dropped to her knees and wiggled her way over to where the sheriff was standing. She looked up at the gun in his hand, the sightless barrel looking right back at her. Then she quickly looked away. She found herself inwardly terrified, trembling, wondering if he possibly intended killing her, as well. She panted, and the sheriff, impatient, grabbed her by her long brown hair and jerked her lovely face against his cock.
"You git those lips and tongue moving, you bitch," he told her. "Or maybe you want I should knock some of your teeth out to make you an even better cocksucker."
"No, sheriff," she gasped. "I'll suck, don't worry!"
She curled her fingers around the shaft of his half-hard cock, squeezing it, feeling the pulsations in it. Moments before, it had been solid, but now it was getting limp. She knew it was due to the sheriffs excess drinking, but she also knew if she didn't harden it in a hurry he might blow her head off. So she lowered her pertly tantalizing lips to the penis and began kissing it. The sheriff brought the barrel of his gun down against the side of Rachel's head very gently and he moved the hammer back and forth lightly, letting her know how easy it would be for him to make the gun go off. Rachel, more terrified than ever, moved her mouth more quickly, rapidly covering the glans of his cock with a flurry of wetly sucking kisses.
"Thass much better, Rachel-baby," he laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, thass pretty damn good. Yessuh! You jes' keep doin' that and we're alia us gonna be one happy family here. You might make a first-class cocksucker afore ah'm through with you."
He motioned for Kathy to start to work on him, and she unbuttoned his shirt, her hands moving mechanically, as if she were an android. The sheriff gripped her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her face to his, kissing her viciously. He drove his probing tongue between her thin lips and began flicking it about inside her unmoving mouth, by Kathy simply didn't respond and after a while the sheriff shoved her away, noting she spat on the floor as if trying to wipe his kisses away. Her gray eyes glistened with hate more than fear.
"You lousy northern tramp." the sheriff yelled at her. Lifting the gun, he aimed at her head, saying, "You put out fer thet there feller hangin' out there, didn'tcha? Ah oughtta blow thet pretty little head right offn your neck." His face turned red as his features twisted into a horrible grimace. "Ah really oughtta kill you and him."
"I won't beg you for my life," Kathy muttered. "And if you hang Don out there, well I'll let you kill me before I do anything at all for you. So you go ahead and do what you want. You may be scaring the hell out of me, but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of doing anything you really like.
"Zat a fact," the sheriff snapped. Honey, we'll see jes' whatcher gonna do and wharcha ain't gonna do. But first I got me a score to settle with Rachel here. So you jes' hoist your bare ass on the bed over there and spread them there legs nice 'n' wide."
All the time he was talking, the terrified Rachel sucked away on his throbbing cock, her tongue flailing over the flesh baton, but despite all of her oral efforts, the penis seemed to shrink rather than grow, probably because of the man's irritation with Kathy.
"C'mon, Rachel, get those lips agoin', " the sherrif loudly bellowed, a note of panic creeping into his voice as if he was well aware how difficult it was for him to maintain an erection for any length of time. The only reason he had been able to get it up the other night was his not having used it in a week. But now it was only two days later, and his cock didn't seem to be ready for more. "You suck thet cock of mine until it's nice and stiff and hard. Either you git it hard, or.. . . " he pressed the barrel of his service revolver against her head again, ". . . ah'll blast that pretty head of yours clean off."
More horrified than ever, Rachel began sobbing, the tears pouring from her eyes as she sucked on the huge, flabby cock. Exploding sobs raked her body and seemed to blast around the penile head.
"Stop thet shit cryin' and suck, fer Christ sake! Suck!"
Rachel's lips pulled harder, working like a liqueous vacuum cleaner as they franticlly worked away at the head of the man's throbbing penis. The wet walls of her inner cheeks wrapped themselves firmly and solidly around the bulge of his thick glans as she set the tip of her tantalizing tongue against the head of his slowly re-awakening beef roll of love meat. The tongue whirled and turned and swirled as her lips continued nibbling and teasing.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the sheriff cried in triumph. Thass the way, Rachel! Yeah, you cunt, you. You're gettin' it nice and hard, now. Yeah! A kin feel it solidifying in yer mouth. Suck it, Rachel! Jes' keep on suckin' till ah tell you to stop."
Kathy, who was lying on the bed, began shaking her head with disgust. She saw how terrified Rachel was, and she began to understand how sick this man was. He was whacko enough to actually end up killing them. She had to help the girl, get the sheriff off-guard, get that gun away from him, and kill him, first. So she rose from the bed and walked over to where the sheriff was standing, smiling at him for the first time.
"Well, what have we here." the sheriff asked. "Shee-it! You see what a big cock ah got, an' you figger it's somethin' worth havin', huh? Ah'll bet thet panty-waist standin' out there under thet there tree ain't got hisself a cock this big. Shee-itt! Ah'll bet he don't even know how to really use what he's got 'tween his legs."
Kathy smiled, nodding her head as if agreeing with him. She knew now that the only chance she, Don, and the other girl had of surviving this horrible ordeal facing them was to keep the sheriff occupied as much as possible until they somehow or other drained him or diverted him long enough for Kathy to get her hands on that gun.
"Well," the sheriff grunted. "Now lookit you! You realize y'got yerself a real man here, and so suddenly yeer all nice and sweet."
Reaching out, the fat man managed to grab one of Kathy's pink nipples between his thumb and index finger, and he started pulling. He was causing pain, but Kathy kept on smiling, knowing it was the only thing to do under the circumstances.
It took some doing, but the blonde-haired woman managed to finally get the sheriffs shirt from his body. Then she unfastened the man's gun belt and tossed it off to the side, after which she undid the belt holding up his pants, pulling the metal clip that held his pants closed. The sheriff chucked as his pants fell around his feet in a heap.
Unlike Rachel's father, the sheriff was wearing undershorts, and Rachel worked a hand under the leg hole of one side and let her fingers reach in to titillate his testicles. She teased them ever so gently, but at the same time her head kept bobbing back and forth on his pulsating cock. Her sucking grew more and more desperate in an attempt to keep the flesh pike rigid, and the fat, balding pig-face man began panting all the more with delight as his cock became more and more stiff.
Abruptly he grabbed the helpless Rachel by her hair again, but this time he jerked her lovely face away from his throbbing cock. The trembling young girl began whimpering again as she looked up and saw the glaring madness in the sheriffs eyes. She quaked with terror, frightened she might have done something wrong.
The sheriff began chuckling, and after a while he reached down with his free hand and he patted her cheek reassuringly as Rachel inched away from him, moving backward on her knees.
"Ah'll tell you somethin', Rachel," he smiled at her. "You got one nice mouth on you, there. Iff n you had the time, why ah'll bet you'd learn to suck better'n your maw, and she was one helluva cocksucker when ah put this here gun to her head. Now, suppose you and blondie here get yer asses up onna bed."
He worked his undershorts down around his ankles with his free hand, his other hand still holding the gun on the women.Then he took the time to pull his boots and socks from his feet. He stepped out of his pants and undershorts, and then moved closer to the bed a wild look, a half smirk and half frown on his ugly face.
"Okay, ladies," he told them. "Now that we unnerstand each other, ah reckon we kin get started."
"Okay, Sheriff," Kathy replied.
"Rachel, ah want you off n the bed fer the time bein'. Yeah, you jes' move thet there tail of yours over to the chair over there, across the room. Turn it around so's it's facin' the bed 'cause ah wantcha to git yerself an eyefulla this. Ah see thet there fella ah got outside is watchin', too. Thet's good, 'cause he'll get a chance to see some real action fer a change."
"Yessir, sheriff, whatever you say," Rachel told him as she eased her way off the bed and did as the man directed. "Ah'll be sure to watch ever'thin' you do."
"And honey, iffn you so much as think 'bout movin' from the chair, ah'm tellin' you fer a fact ah'm gonna let you have it right twist the eyes. Ah mean, it, Rachel. Don't let me hear thet chair creak even a little."
"Ah won't move, sheriff, honest," she insisted. "Really, ah won't even breathe. Ah won't do hardly nuthin' a'tall."
"Awright a'ready, so shut up," the man said to her, then pointed the pistol at the lovely blonde woman, who was at least ten years older than the teenaged girl. "Blondie, you had better fuck like yer life depends on it, cause honey, it surely does. Now you move thet ass of yours into the middle od the bed and spread those chunky thighs of yers."
"Yessir, sheriff," Kathy nodded.
The zoftic woman began undulating her wide hips, moving them in a broad, graceful arc as she pumped her hot cunt up and down almost violently. The pink cuntlips, surrounded by her golden fuzz, moved like the mouth of a sucker fish, opening and closing.
"Now thass the kinda movement ah like," the sheriff nodded, and he leaped on the blonde woman, moving between her thighs, and he spiked the full length of his thick cock into her still-dry cunt, howling with delight as Kathy cried out in torment.
"Now you keep movin' thet cunt and fuckin', " he ordered. "Ah watcha t'keep on fuckin' till ah shoot mah load into you."
"Don't hand me no bullshit now," he roared, and then pressed the mouth of the pistol barrel against her forehead. "Jes' member, iffn you don't fuck nice, ah got me a substitute sittin' over there in the chair, so ah kin blow yer brains out anytime it suits me."
"All right," Kathy gasped.
"Dry or wet, you move that cunt."
The beefy man slipped a hand under the huge, rounded asscheeks of the lovely blonde woman. He dug his long, black fingernails into her tender gluteal flesh, finding it so smooth and pliant. She was nice and baby-soft considering she was in her twenties, and he was excited by the feel of her.
"Ah'll bet you kin really feel mah cock, huh, blondie?" he cried out, effervescent that he had overcome, again. "Kin you feel me throbbin' away inside thet squeezin' pussy of yours?"
"I sure can," Kathy gasped, in agony.
"Then fuck away, you blonde bitch!"
Knowing she had no choice, Kathy began lifting and lowering her full, rounded buttocks against the solidly driving probe of the sheriffs hard cock. She kicked her legs high up in the air, wiggling madly from side to side as her oils began slowly seeping inside her, lubrication the soft, spongy walls of her trembling vagina.
"Thass it, thass it!" the man cried out in joy. "Yeah, blondie, you really got the beat! Keep doin' that."
Kathy wiggled and rolled her body frantically, doing her best to try and make her vagina respond to the thrusting power of the penis working in and out of her. The small shack was suddenly filled with the heavy, rasping sounds of their breathing. He quickened the pace of his action, driving his cock solidly into her narrow pussy and then slithering back out, doing it again and again, gasping, panting, letting Kathy and Rachel know with his moans how close he was to popping his load.
"Fuck, bitch! Fuck! Fuck hard!" he ordered.
But it was Kathy who came first screaming, "AAAAA IIIIYYYYEEEEE AAAGGGG HHHAAAAA NNNNGGGHH-H-HHUUUU GGGH-H-H-HHUUUUNNNN GGGH-HH-H!" as she felt the head of the sheriffs cock expand even more inside her, causing her walls to flutter and jerk around the probing penis.
She pulled out all stops at this point, vibrating her sensitive cunt against his penis as she continued wriggling and squirming, moving violently under him. Her body thrust upward, grinding and rotating, moving ever faster in conjunction with the strength of the orgasm she was feeling. Then it happened.
UUUUUNNNNGGG HHHHAAAGGGH-HHH-HH-HAAAAA GGGG HHHH!" he bellowed, and Kathy felt his sperm erupt inside her, the heavy, scalding juice spurting wildly against the tender walls of her womanly interior.
"Oh yeah!" the sheriff grunted. "Ah came jus' like ah knew ah would. What's more, afore this is all over, ah'm gonna have me another one."
He drove his tongue solidly between Kathy's lips, and she knew in order to save herself she would have to comply with what he wanted, and so she began sucking on it. At the same time she continued undulating her lovely body against the steadily weakening flesh of the cock inside her. She kept on twisting and turning and rolling and churning until the last little trickle of sperm had finally oozed from the hot head of his probing prick.
The sheriff tugged his limp penis from the blonde's cunt as he rose to his knees. A smile of total wanton lust and semi-satisfaction was smeared across his ugly face. He staggered off the bed, walked over to where Rachel was sitting, bubbling with an overpowering excitement that seemed to terrify both women. He dragged the brown-haired girl over to the bed, and with his pistol he pointed at Kath's cunt.
"Blondie, you keep them legs spread wide, you hear?" he yelled at Kathy. "Yeah, thass the way. Now, ah wantcha to take yer fingers and spread the lips of yer pussy wide apart-real wide, blondie."
"This is ridiculous," Kathy gasped. "What is it with you? Why do you insist on doing something so degrading?"
"Cause it makes me feel good," the sheriff snapped. "Now don't you go spoilin' this fer me, honey. You do zactly like ah tell you, or you know what ah'll do . . . . "
"All right," the blonde Kathy replied, fighting waves of nauseating hysteria that sent her full, magnificent breasts bouncing up and down on her chest.
She did as the sheriff commanded.
"Lookit, lookit!" the sheriff said to Rachel, laughing out loud as he gripped the brown-haired girl by the nape of the neck and forced her head down toward Kathy's glue-filled interior. "See that jism, Rachel? Thass the same stuff ah plugged down yer throat t'other night. You drank it all, then. Tell me, tell me true, now, didn't y'just love the taste of thet stuff?"
"Yes---yes . . . " Rachel gasped, feeling his hand hurting her neck. "Ah loved it, sheriff, ah truly did, Ah thought at the time when ah hated what them other men done to me, thet it was all right 'cause you made up fer it then. Yer one helluva man, sheriff."
"Well then, git yer face closer, honey," the fat man commanded. "Git a good whiff of the spunk. Smell it! Taste it! Yeah . . . thass it! Lick in there 'n' pull it all out. Shove yer tongue into that snooty blonde pussy and drink out all my sperm like you done t'other night. You jest go ahead and do it, Rachel. Ah'll watch you."
When Rachel had gone down on Gina, she had done so in a fit of passion, and Gina's cunt had been clean and tasty. As it was, when the sheriff had fired his seed into her gullet two nights earlier, she had almost choked to death on the fluid. Now seeing it again, and smelling it-it had a stronger, more acrid odor and taste than any other sperm she had ever known-she felt like heaving again.
"Sheriff.. . it ain't that ah don't like your stuff," she gasped. "But ah don't like don' nothin' like this with another woman. Ah'm beggin' you not to make me do this thing."
"Sheeitttt! You were so fuckin' uppity when ah first walked into thet bedroom t'other night Rachel. We gotta knock the uppityness outta you once and fer all. Besides, iffn you get a good whiff of my come-juice, thet oughtta be enough to make you wanna drink it all out, anyway. G'on, Rachel. Instead of shootin' it into yer mouth, ah shot it into her cunt first. Now you kin lap it out. Besides, ah always dug lappin' a good cunt. Ain't no reason why you cain't it. honey?"
"Sheriff," Kathy gasped. "You've proven your point. You've proved you're the big boss around here. You're the top, the big man, number one. What the hell more do you what us to do to show you we agree how terrific you are? She's just a kid, sheriff! Don't make her do this. Leave her alone, already."
"You shut your round face, blondie!" he roared.
'This is insane!" Kathy gasped.
The fat man suddenly lashed out at her with his free hand, backhanding her across the face, hitting the pale blonde so hard that her mind blacked out for a moment and all she saw were twinkling lights. Then he jammed the muzzle of the gun against Rachel's left breast, covering her nipple with it.
"You're gonna do just like ah say, aintcha, Rachel?" he asked, and pushed the gun more solidly into her breast.
"Oh, yeah . . . sure . . . anything, sheriff, anythin' you say . . . anythin' at all," Rachel gasped, crying out, struggling to beat down the hysteria taking control of her.
"As a matter-of-fact, you want to gobble thet ther come from her pussy, don'tcha, Rachel?"
"And you . . . you want her to do it, don'tcha, blondie?" he asked, pressing the gun against Kathy's forehead.
The horrified blonde knew he would pull the trigger if she argued with him at that moment. That was how crazy her was. A look of helplessness etched herself across her features as she nodded. At the same time she turned her gray eyes toward Rachel, desperately trying to communicate her feelings to the young girl-feelings of empathy, anger, and frustration.
"C'mon," the sheriff insisted. "Let's get this thing goin'. "
Slowly, mechanically, unable to help herself, Rachel lowered her head, moving her face toward Kathy's open cunt. She let her tongue leap from between her lips and sink into the wet pasty mass of sperm and semen lodged in the narrowness of the pink pussy. She hesitated doing more for the moment, but finally slipped her hands beneath the ripened fullness of Kathy's rounded buttocks, shuddering and whimpering.
"Awright, awright, le's hear them lips and thet tongue move," the sheriff ordered. "Lick, Rachel, you bitch!"
Rachel's tongue probed deeper into Kathy's cunt, lapping away at the tender walls, inadvertently swiping across Kath's clitoral button, making concerted efforts to avoid tasting the sperm, but unable to do so as Kathy leaked more oils, causing the sperm to seep out with it.
Kathy was astonished to feel herself reacting to the girl's tongue. Her gray eyes grew large and round as her ass began bouncing in response to the fluttering tongue inside her pussy, feeling the slithering pro-bings of the gentle invader more and more. She covered her eyes with an arm and groaned, the sound coming from the depths of her throat, feeling ashamed and horrified because of the raw and sprawling emotion she was feeling-the strong sense of desire that had her lovely creamy thighs quivering, her ripe bottom shuddering and her pale cunt leaking even more of her own fluid, causing more of the sperm to ooze out and be picked up by Rachel's licking tongue.
"Rachel, I'm sorry," she gasped.
The brown-haired, helpless girl raised her head for a moment and looked directly into Kathy's eyes. She tried to speak, to let her know she didn't hold the blonde responsible for this, but all she was able to do was nod her head, and then she returned her lips and tongue to the seething well of Kathy's cunt.
The sheriff smiled and climbed onto the bed behind Rachel. He rubbed the head of his flaccid cock against the dimpled bottom of the younger girl. Gawd! She had one nice little ass there. He spit onto his free hand and rubbed the head of his cock with the sputum. Rachel shuddered as she felt the head of his cock thicken between her asscheeks. Amazingly, he was getting hard again, and she knew what he intended doing. Her asshole had been raped at least a dozen times two nights before, though admittedly, none of the cocks were as big as the sheriffs. Not even her pa's penis had the girth belonging to this lawman.
He pressed, and Rachel whimpered.
"Whassamatter, Rachel?" he taunted. "Ah figgered you'd like some foreign culture, so I'm givin' it t'you Greek."
"Ummmmmphhhhhh!" was all Rachel was able to reply, her face pressed against Kathy's pussy. "Hell! From what ah unnerstand, you took it inna ass real nice t'other night. Ah know ah'm a bit thicker'n the others, but what the hell, iff n you can handle them, you can handle me."
The helpless young girl, afraid she would pull her face from the blonde's cunt and scream with horror, gripped Kathy's hands and placed them firmly on her own head, making the blonde understand that she was to force her face deeper into the narrowness of her cunt. She began lapping away all the more fiercely at the blonde's clitoris, hoping beyond hope that her mind would be so occupied with what her mouth was doing, she would be able to ignore what the sheriff intended doing to her back-trail. She knew the man wasn't that interested in ass-fucking her aside from causing her all kinds of grief and pain. He got his real thrills from degrading others.
The lovely young girl licked harder, making Kathy writhe undulatingly, her hips rolling in a wide arc as she tightened her grip on Rachel's hair, though more because of what she was feeling than to please Rachel.
Once again Rachel slipped her hands beneath the full round cheeks of Kathy's rump and she began kneading and squeezing and pulling the white flesh there, her hands moving with a sense of panic-panic born of the pain she was already starting to feel as the head of the sheriffs hard cock pierced her quivering sphincter with a single thrust and drove straight on into her ass.
"Oh yeahhhhh . . . thass nice, real nice, Rachel," he told the young girl, rubbing his prick all the deeper.
The brown-haired girl felt Kathy's fingers tighten even more in her hair, to the point where the blonde's fingernails were digging into her helpless scalp. At the same time she dug her own fingertips that much more strongly into Kathy's ass cheeks. Once again she had to fight back the wave of hysteria about to grip her as the sheriff dug his cock even deeper into her rectum, the head reaching into her colon as he probed within, moving his battering tool faster and faster. As a result, Rachel moved her tongue that much more quickly in the pink pit between Kathy's full thighs as the animal that resembled a man continued slamming his vibrantly thick cock into the narrow crush of her ass.
"Man! This here's really fantastic!" he gasped.
The sheriff continued pounding away with his cock into the squeezing closure of her asshole, and he was so aroused, he was leaking lubricant that served to oil the way. He took great delight in Rachel's whimpering cries of agony as he pounded his leviathan-like cock in and out of the tight tunnel of her asshole.
Rachel was going wild with her mouth mucilaged to Kathy's taut pussy. She moved her lips and her tongue so vibrantly against the tender flesh down there, the lovely cherubic-faced blonde began sighing and moaning and groaning, signaling she was about to have yet another orgasm, one that would be even stronger this time, for though she detested lesbianism in itself, she loved Rachel's tongue a helluva lot more than she had liked the sheriffs cock.
"S-o-rrrrrreeeee.. . Rachellllll.. . " she gasped, and then, "AAAAAAA IIIIIIIEEEEE YYYYAAAG-GG-GHH-HAAANNNN GGH-H-H-HHUUUUU NNNNGGG HHHH!" It was a trumpeting wail of joy, and yet it was drowned out by the roar of the sheriff as he bellowed out yet another orgasm, himself.
Their dual orgasms ripped through the sheriff and Kathy like wild typhoons, swift, overpowering, and intense. The man and the woman thrashed wildly at either end of the helpless girl between them. In spite of the terrible pain filling her rectum, in spite of the overpowering sense of humiliation she felt brought on by the sheriff, Rachel realized she was inwardly even more stimulated than before, and the realization came to her that no matter how much she liked or disliked the people with whom she was involved, each new sexual experience created a new heightened sense of lust within her so that approaching each orgasm became a stronger, more sensual thrill, and the ultimate attainment of satisfaction was even more overpowering than it had been the previous time.
Oil bubbled in the depths of her vagina and flowed freely out of her, oozing from the lips of her tantalized vulva and collecting in hot, slithery sheets on the in-sides of her two thighs as Kathy's load of sweet, syrupy fluid, mixed with the sheriffs initial deposit in the blonde's cunt filled her mouth to overflowing, and at the same time droplets of sperm spurted into her rectum.
The sheriff pulled his cock from Rachel's narrow asshole and stood on the floor beside them. He strutted back and forth in front of them like a vain peacock, having had two orgasms within a very short space of each other, something he hadn't previously been able to do for years. He looked down at his limp cock and roared with laughter as he remembered how it had looked in Rachel's ass.
"Y'know somethin', " he said to them, crowing with obvious delight as he thumped his chest with his free hand. "Them there Greeks knew what the hell they're talkin' about. This back-door stuff is as good as a blowjob, any day."
Kathy was unable to stand it any longer. The man's constant ribbing of them-the presence of Don, standing on a rotted orange crate outside the window, a noose around his neck as he watched her being shamed and degraded. Finally, she said, "You're nothing but a filthy animal, and you belong in a cage. You feed on the pain of others the way a vampire feeds on blood."
"Sure, and ah dig you too, honey," the man replied, his voice oozing with sarcasm.
"Is it over?" Rachel asked, wondering if he was going to use the gun on them now. "You have proved what a macho man y'are, sheriff. Now're y'gonna kill us?"
"Y'mean just 'cause ah shot one load into each of you?" he asked, smiling. "Shoot, no! It ain't over, not by a longshot. Sweet gal, this has jest only started. Why the swamp witch, she ain't gonna be back fer a long time, yet. In the meantime, ah got plans fer the three of us thet's gonna curl her hair."
"My god, no!" Kathy gasped.
"Sure," the sheriff laughed. "Either that, or ah'll have to go and kick thet box out from under yer boy friend out there."
"No!" Kathy shouted.
"Well then, ah'm sure the two of you'll be glad to do anything' ah say. Now suppose the two of you change positions fer a while. Rachel, you lay down on yer back, and blondie, you poke your face twixt her sweet li'l thighs."
Kathy stared at him, unable to believe what he was suggesting. But he merely laughed and said, 'Thass right, honey, ah wanna see your ass in gear fer a change. Also, let's see how good y'are at eatin' pussy. Sorry ah don't got no more sperm to put in there. But you eat it bare."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The moon-face blonde closed her eyes, her face contorted with suppressed rage-a rage that soon had her entire round body quivering with detestation and loathing.
"Move them there asses, you cunts!" the sheriff roared.
Rachel allowed herself to fall on her back as she sprawled out on the down-filled mattress beneath her. Moving like an android, Kathy rolled on her side, then onto an elbow so that she was lifting her soft, round body over that of the younger girl.
Kathy was far more sophisticated than Rachel. Though she had never gone down on a woman, and under normal circumstances wouldn't dream of doing so, she had often been curious what it was a man liked about pushing his face into the puddled pinkness of a vagina. Now that she was faced with the prospect of being forced to do it herself, she didn't really much care for the idea. Still, doing it meant prolonging her life, and the longer she lived, the better were her chances for outsmarting this damn hick sheriff.
"Ah ain't gonna tell you t'move again," the sheriff roared.
"Please, Kathy," Rachel gasped, her voice a harshly grating whisper. "We have to do like he say. We ain't got a choice."
"I don't think I can do something like that," Kathy insisted.
"Try, honey, please . . . y'gotta try. Ah mean, ah went and done it with you filled with his jizz. Ah ain't got nothin' inside me 'cept some oil. Do it, or he'll kill us sure iff n y'don't."
"I don't know," Kathy gasped. "I think it's gotten to the point where I just don't give a damn any longer."
"It ain't so bad once you get started," Rachel insisted. "You liked it when ah did it fer you. Ah know ah'll like it iff n y'do it fer me."
Kathy shrugged and rose to her knees, willing to accept this defeat. She smiled at Rachel and said, "I guess I owe you that much."
She hesitated a long, long moment and then worked her way between Rachel's upraised knees, staring at the pink slash between the younger girl's thighs. Slowly she lowered her face, and then slammed her lips and her tongue against the liquid beads of oil covering the outer labia of the brown-haired girl.
"Now thet's all right!" the sheriff muttered. "Now, ah wanna hear the sweet sound of them there lips and thet there tongue sloshing around inside sweet Rachel's cunt. Ah mean, she sucked me, and ah ass-fucked her, so ah figger ah should see to it she gets somethin' good outta all this."
Without thinking, Kathy sent her tongue corkscrewing into the sopping center of Rachel's seething pussy, picking the right wall, then the left. She lapped fiercely, her mouth making loud and noisy sucking sounds as she swirled the tip of her tongue against the pin button of the other girl's clitoris.
"Well, willya looky there," the sheriff said, wide-eyed with amazement. Just grab a gander at the way old blondie can suck cunt."
Rachel shut her eyes tightly, her voice a softly fluttering moan as she began to roll her somewhat ample hips from side to side, her heels digging into the mattress for leverage as she thrust her foaming vaginal lips against the ever-increasing pressure of Kathy's licking lips and probing tongue.
The sheriff was on his feet, pacing back and forth. Just looking at the way these two females were going at it was getting to him. He didn't know why, but his cock, which usually wasn't able to get hard twice the same week, was getting hard for the third time in less than an hour, and for the fourth time in two days. He wanted to do something different-something really exciting and arousing-something that would add greatly to his own enhancement and yet increase the degradation felt by the two females. He was gonna kill 'em both, but before he did, he wanted to make 'em understand they had sunk to the lowest levels possible.
Kathy moved her tongue in such a way it seemingly rooted itself through the folds of thick, puffy flesh making up the tantalizing inner lips of Rachel's cunt. Her oral organ probed in and out, always reaching, on the out-stroke, for the little nubbin of clitoris she knew to be there. Rachel's clitoris was smaller than her own.
The brown-haired girl began wiggling about, squirming and writhing with mounting frustration as a monumental battle began raging within her-a battle between the delicious sensory thrills she was feeling because of Kathy's lips and mouth, and the horrid fear of what the sheriff was going to do to them when this was all over.
She lifted her slender thighs high in the air, then let her lower legs bend and come down over Kathy's shoulder. Kathy slipped one hand under the taut, roundness of Rachel's full buttocks and let her fingers toy with the dimpled flesh down there. She hesitated for a long moment, shocked by how excited she was to be doing all this, and by the fact that she was receiving so much pleasure from giving enjoyment to this young Arkansas girl. Abruptly, she plunged the middle finger of her right hand into the teeming morass of Rachel's sweet cunt. She began driving the finger in and out, in and out, and at the same time she began drawing the throbbing clitoris through her lips again and again, whipping her tongue across its head.
Rachel found herself shuddering with excitement, aware now only of the thrillingly enjoyable feeling of Kathy's probing finger and lapping oral digit. She filled each of her hands with a health quantity of Kathy's golden hair as if they were reins and she was tugging on them to better guide Kathy's lips and tongue about the surface of her shuddering vagina. Then the orgasm that had been waiting so long inside her finally came roaring to the surface.
"KATTTT HHHHHHHH YYYYYY . . . WWWWWW YYYYY AAAAIIIYY YAAAGGGHHH . . . IIIIIII'MM-M-M-MMM . . . AAAAA NNNGGGG HHH . . . COMMMMINN-NNN-NNN-NNNGGGG UUHHHHH!" she screamed as her hands gripped the blonde woman's head and she raked the heatedly dripping love lips of her hot and searing cunt against the mouth of the other woman, the climax erupting in her like a thousand volcanoes.
"Ah know what ah'm gonna do," the sheriff suddenly decided. "Blondie, ah'm gonna fuck your cunt with mah gun, and when you come, thass when ah'm gonna pull the trigger. It'll be a come that'll kill ya. Then ah'll jes' kick thet box from out under yer boy firend, 'n' after than, ah'll try fuckin Rachel one more time. Then, Rachel-honey, ah'm afraid ah gotta drown you out here in the swamp."
"You're not sticking that thing in my cunt," Kathy told him. "You want to shoot me, you go ahead and do it the right way. I'll be damned if I'll let you shove that metal in me."
"Shee-tt! If thas what you want, then thass what ah'll have to do," he said, lifting the gun and pointing it at Kathy.
But he never pulled the trigger. Instead, his free hand suddenly went to the back of his neck where a small multi-colored crawling band had fallen from the rafters and had bitten him directly in the carotid artery, the one leading to the brain. He was instantly paralyzed.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The old woman who walked in the doorway stared down at the frozen body lying on the floor. She kicked at him once, then bent down and took the coral snake from the sheriffs neck and tossed it out the window, smiling.
"You dare to invade an old woman's privacy," she snapped at the dying body of the sheriff. "Well," she cackled, "the swamp'll swallow y'up, and ain't no one gonna know what happened to you."
Kathy jumped off the bed, covering herself with her clothing, looking nervous. Rachel merely sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the woman. The woman stared back.
"Who was he?" she asked, motioning at the sheriff while Kathy rushed outside with a knife she had found on a nearby bench to cut her lover down.
"He was the meanest varmint in these here counties," Rachel answered.
'Hmmmm!" the old woman smiled, tugging her black shawl around her and adjusting her gray dress. "A man as vicious and as mean as he oughta be useful. Ah kin use his heart, his liver, his gizzard, his glands alla them, and a whole lot of other parts of him. Ah kin probably make about forty different kinds of potions from him."
"Look," Rachel said, picking up her dress and slipping it on. "We didn't mean no harm comin' here. He brought us, and he was gonna kill us when he finished usin' us. He figgered this place, with a bed in it was more useful to him than the swamp ground out there."
"You gonna leave him here fer me?" the witch asked.
"Shoot! Ah don't want him. You kin have him," Rachel replied.
"Well, when someone gives the swamp witch a valuable gift like this, then ah gotta give one back. Ah'll give you a potion. You name it, any kinda potion you want."
"You got one of them there old-fashioned love potions?" Rachel asked.
"Ah got all kinds of love potions." the witch replied.
"All ah want is one that'll really work. Ah want to make a man who normally wouldn't look twice at me, 'cept mebbe to fuck me, fall in love with me and marry me."
"Why?" the witch asked. "You in love with him."
"Hell, no!" Rachel replied. "Ah ain't in love with no man. Ah ain't ever gonna love me no man, cause all men are liars and cheats, and all they care about is themselves."
'Hmmmmm! You're a smart one fer such a young one," the witch replied. "But why d'you want a love potion?"
"Ah want t'make the richest man in the county fall in love with me. Ah want him to marry me, so ah kin have some of thet power. When he dies, ah wanna become the power in this here territory."
"Well, now, thass a mighty tall order," the witch smiled. "But ah tell you what ah'll do. Ah want me a man permanent like, out here. He don't gotta be nothin' exceptional. You find me the right man, and ah'll guarantee you kin have any man you want, as long as you want, fer the rest of yer life. Y'see, ah kin whip up a spell fer you, but it don't work iffn ah do it fer myself."
"Well," Rachel mused. "How about m' paw. My maw just left him, and he ain't got no woman. You met him a couple weeks back, ah think. He said somethin' about gettin' some kind love potion from you fer mah maw, then makin' her so hot 'n' bothered he was able to sell her body to fifty of his buddies, like he done with me two nights ago."
"Yer paw sounds like he'll be jes' right," the witch cackled.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The swamp witch did have one power where her own body was concerned, and that was to make herself appear to any one person as that one person wanted her to appear. So she went with Rachel back to her home, and when Jack Kane saw her, he fell madly in love with her because he thought she was beautiful, even though when he had seen her the first time she had been ugly because he had expected to see an ugly witch.
Rachel introduced her as a school friend to her pa, and Jack saw the witch as that school friend. As a result, he blindly followed her back to the swamps and lived with her in her shack for the rest of his life.
Before leaving, the swamp witch gave Rachel the potion she asked for, and Rachel assured her two brothers that she would look after them from then on, because in the near future she would become a real rich and powerful person. It was a simple potion. All Rachel had to do was douche with it. After that, the first man to fuck her would be the man to fall in love with her. In fact, any man who fucked her after that would fall in love with her. They would do anything and everything she wanted.
So after applying the potion to her washed-out vagina, Rachel took out her blue calico dress and slipped it on, and then went to see Luke Kelly, ostensibly to ask for another favor-that of some food so she'd be able to take care of her brothers. As luck would have it, Luke, who had been feeling horny for some days now and hadn't gratified his horniness, was more than glad to see Rachel. He had once again spoken with the local doctor and he had learned Rachel had been to see the man, and she had no diseases in her, and now he wanted to get down to really fucking her.
But with a man like Luke Kelly, it never rains but it pours. Now that he was intent on getting some of Rachel's cunt, assuring her as she sat in his study that he would see to it she and her brothers had food, he was interrupted by a phone call. He spoke at length into the phone, then looked at Rachel, and said, "Yes, I have just the little lady I can bring to make it an interesting party."
Hanging up, he turned to Rachel and said, "How'd you like to go to a party?"
"What kinda party?" Rachel asked.
"Well, seems that fool sheriff went and got himself lost in the swamp, and he's probably dead," Luke told her. "We gotta set us up another man to run for sheriff. We got just the man, and we sort a wanna have us a political celebration. D'you think you'd like to join in?"
"Well jus' how are y' celebratin'? " Rachel asked.
"Well, we got Fred and Gina Tanner. Fred Tanner is a likable kind of guy, and we're thinkin' of puttin' him up fer sheriff."
She remembered when she had been looking through the window watching Gina blow the man, Luke had promised Gina that Fred would have himself a cotton-picking job, but she had assumed he'd meant it in the literal sense-to pick cotton when the harvest time came around. In all probability he had meant it in that sense originally, but this opening had just popped up, and obviously Luke liked the way Gina sucked, so he would push Fred into that spot so he'd have more access to Gina's three holes. Well after this man fucked her just once, if what the witch told her was true, she wouldn't give a damn if he played with a thousand other women as long as she became the legal Mrs. Luke Kelly. Then she would have the power, and she'd have all the fucking she'd want on the side.
"Who else'll be there? she asked.
"Well, there's this couple from up north, Don and Kathy Bellkamp. They just got married yesterday and they're moving in around here. Seems Don has good future political prospects, too. Then there's two state senators whose backin' I need in the upcoming election, Len Wall and Phil Merry. I won't kid you, Rachel. It's gonna be one heck of a sex party, but, if you come, I promise you won't be sorry. I'll see to it you and your brothers don't want fer nothin' now that your paw has disappeared."
"I'll come," Rachel told him.
Yes, she was willing to go to the party, and be fucked by Luke. She would even let some of the others fuck her, but it was Luke she wanted. She wanted to be his wife and have enough power so that no man would ever again be able to boss her around. From now on, she wanted to be the queen pin.
"Come on, Rachel," he said to her. "The party is over in the next county. Seems thass where the Bellkamps want it held. They say they ain't comin' back into our county until it's fer sure that we have us a new sheriff. Seems they had a run-in with the old sheriff and he gave 'em a hard time without knowin' how important they were."
"Well he never did care about other folks" Rachel insisted.
"No, I guess he never did," the man nodded. "He was gettin' too big fer his britches anyway, and sooner or later he would have had to have been cut down to size. Well, come on, Rachel, we got us a party to git to."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was evening, and the party was taking place in a trailer, a big double trailer actually that had been taken off wheels and set down in a trailer camp. It was far-enough away from the other trailers so there would be no curious onlookers.
The liquor flowed like water at the party, and it wasn't corn mash either. It was good Kentucky bourbon and scotch whisky. They were all drinking and having a good time.
Fred Tanner was a tall man with just enough savvy to know why he was going to be backed for county sheriff. He was on the thin side, and he liked Gina a lot, but he knew damn well she was putting out for Luke Kelly. So Fred didn't have any scruples about fooling around with other women and Gina had the good sense not to stop him.
At the moment he was sipping some bourbon when he felt a back rub against his. He rubbed back while looking at the mix of people in the smoke-filled double trailer, realizing from the fullness of the female proportions behind him he had to be rubbing against the blonde woman from the north, Kathy Bellkamp.
Luke damn well knew whose back he was rubbing as they all stood around in a sort of weird circle and talked. There was something sensual about Rachel that neither Kathy nor Gina had, and this time he was determined that he would be the one to fuck this lovely lady's cunt. Shit! He was overdue to get into her, anyway. He had fucked her mother once when he had taken her to the next county, and that Susan had been one hot little piece. He hadn't known that it was the first time Susan had ever let go with any man. But he did now that if the daughter was only half as good as the mother, he was in for one helluva an evening.
Rachel was leaning against him, smiling, but he knew bringing her here had been a mistake. He should have stayed home and fucked her alone. Here, he would have to share her. There were five men and three woman, and all five men intended getting laid.
"I'm thinkin' that comin' here might not have been such a good idea after all," he whispered to Rachel. "Maybe you and I should get out of here."
But Rachel had no intention of leaving. She wanted Luke fucking her here and now, filling her cunt with his cock and then, if the swamp witch was right, falling madly in love with her. He would be so in love with her, he would forgive her for fucking around with other men, as well.
She smiled at him and shook her head to indicate that she wanted to remain. The man smiled back at her and his hands cupped her buttocks. She wriggled appreciatively against him, enjoying his touch, noting the other women were also enjoying themselves being rubbed by the other men there.
Gina felt Don Bellkamp rubbing her ass, and she smiled at him, deciding she wasn't too crazy about the skinny man from the north, but to get her husband elected sheriff of the county she was willing to fuck for every man, woman, and child in the county. At the same time, Kathy continued playing with Fred Tanner, while rubbing her hip against Phil Merry, the taller and younger of the two state senators. Phil was already balding, with a red face. He had a short nose and a thin mouth, and his hands were already massaging one of Kathy's tits. Len Wall was shorter, older, and meaner-looking than Phil Merry. He had slick brown hair, a beak for a nose, and he was eyeing Gina.
Rachel decided she had to go to the ladies' room, which was just a tiny cubicle in the double trailer. She took her time, making sure the potion still lined the membranes of her pussy, then came out. As she did so, Luke Kelly grabbed her arm and propelled her into the back bedroom of the trailer.
"My, but you're masterful, Mister Kelly," she smiled.
"Luke," he told her, "When we're alone, you call me Luke. Y'know, I watched you when you was with Manford. A sort of secret hole in the wall. You were damn good for a li'l virgin her first time out. From what I hear, you got yourself some experience. So let's see just how much you've learned from all that experience"
He sprawled on the bed next to her and pulled her yielding body to his, kissing her hungrily. He was so anxious for her, he all but swallowed up her face.
Rachel pulled back, taken by surprise and a little afraid. She was gasping for breath.
"Just get used to it, Rachel," he told her. "I been lettin' you go too long. I'm goin' to keep you as my private fuck from now on. Ain't no one gonna fuck you but me, after tonight. What's more, you're gonna love it, and you know it."
He rolled on top of her and kissed her again, all but devouring her mouth with his liquor-tainted breath. Rachel kissed back, but wondered if this was a good time to let him fuck her. He seemed to drunk, and she was afraid the love potion might not work on him.
"We're gonna fuck here and now," he told her. "I'm really hot, honey."
"Sure," she nodded, not knowing what else to say.
'Tell me, how'd it feel when you was fuckin' for those fifty pals of your father?"
"Ah didn't like it," she told him, realizing the man knew just about everything that went on in the county.
'That ain't the way the sheriff told it to me." he said. "He said somethin' about you bein' the best cocksucker in the world. Some of the others are still boasting you got the best ass, while some others claim it's your cunt what's best."
"Please . . . Mr. Kelly . . . Luke.. . "
"Don't worry, honey, I understand you was forced to do it by yer paw. Lucky for you he's disappeared. I heard tell he's also gone into the swamp. No one survives stayin' in there for any length of time."
"Ah know," she nodded.
"You have the biggest tits ah've ever seen," Fred Tanner was saying to Kathy Bellkamp.
He reached out and brazenly squeezed her breast, and Kathy, who still wasn't over the shock of what the sheriff had almost done to her and Don, resented it.
But she knew if her husband's new company was going to be a success, it would have to get started here in the south, using cheap labor. So she and Don needed the help of all the politicos around here. Don, in order to bolster his stock here, was also running for some alderman position. So she stood up under Fred's rubbing her breasts.
"Ah'll bet her tits are wall-eyed," Phil Merry was saying, and he unzipped the full length zipper on her orlon suit exposing her whole front to her waist. She clutched her dress around her.
"Hey," her husband whispered from the side. "The man's telling you to take off your dress. Don't embarrass me. Do it!"
Kathy's eyes flew from Fred's face to Phil's, not really knowing what she should do. She had never been in any situation like this when living in New York. First the sheriff raped her and almost killed her, and now this. She didn't know what to do any longer.
Phil reached out and pulled her unzipped dress top from her shoulders, letting it fall from her waist. Then he calmly reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere, tossing that away as well, leaving her stark-naked from the waist up. Her big white breasts with their pink nipples stood up nicely in spite of their weight.
"Hey, honey, those are nice tits," Phil said to her. "Ah like 'em. Tell you what. Ah know I fer one would like very much to fuck you tonight. Iffn it's okay with your husband, how about it?"
Kathy didn't know what to say. She turned and looked at Don, but Don said nothing, finally Phil turned to Don and said, "Hey, is it okay with you iffn I fuck your wife."
"Be my guest, senator," Don shrugged. "My wife is still a little prudish and doesn't understand that now that she's in the south she has to show southern hospitality. You go ahead and slip it to her. Just the other day I saw her getting it from a man she didn't really like. Now you, I know, she likes. So go ahead and fuck her while I watch."
"I'll watch with you." Gina murmured, and she tugged him down on a nearby sofa.
Fred, realizing Kathy was too involved with Phil to pay attention to him, and that his own wife was involved with Kathy's husband, decided to go splash some cold water on his face. But as he neared the small bathroom at the rear of the trailer, he heard scuffling noises in the back bedroom. The door was half-open, so he pushed it open the rest of the way and peered in. There, on the bed, totally naked, were Rachel Kane and Luke Kelly. Luke was sitting on Rachel's tits, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Come on, Rachel," he said, the limp penis sliding between her lips. "I know it ain't hard right now, but a few quick sucks and it'll be stiffer than a rock."
"Sheesh!" Fred murmured, walking in and shutting the door. "Having some trouble getting it up?"
"I dunno," Luke gasped, and rolled off Rachel, falling to the floor and sitting there. "I dunno. It's the first time in a long time that I can't get it up."
"Well, Jesus!" Fred told him, 'Take it easy, Luke. Relax and let the girl work on you nice and proper. Iff n she can't do it fer you, ah kin always get Gina in here."
"Hell no!" Luke snapped, "Rachel here is ten times sexier than Gina. I just can't figger out why the damn thing ain't rising."
"Well, hell," Fred told him. 'Tell you what. Ah'll fuck her in the ass. Just watchin' that oughta git you nice and hard. When you feel ready, why you can come ahead and join right in."
"Sounds might fine," Luke nodded. "Okay with you, Rachel?"
Rachel knew she was in no position to object. It was the excess liquor that had caused Luke's cock to stay soft, but if Fred's fucking her in the ass would make Luke hard enough to stick his cock in her cunt, then she was all for it.
"Fine with me," she nodded.
Fred felt a strange undercurrent of desire take possession of him when he put his hands on Rachel. God! He was one of the few men who had never paid Jack Kane anything, and so had never put hands on the man's wife or daughter. Now he was going to get his shot at Rachel, and he was going to love every last bit of it. He didn't think in terms of humiliating her as so many of the other men had done. He was only interested in getting his rocks off in her ass. He had never helped sandwich a girl before, and this was going to be a real gas. He had suggested his taking Rachel's ass only because he saw how hungry Luke was for her cunt. Shee-itt! Had Luke not been here and Rachel had been available, he would have gone for the pussy.
"Turn over, young lady," he said to her. "Ah been hearin' how much you enjoy fuckin' no matter where y'git stuck. Well just let me go up the dirt road, honey."
He had her over on her belly with her nakedly round white buttocks exposed, looking so much in contrast with the tan of her thighs. He tugged off his clothing, almost tearing them he was in such a hurry to enjoy this ass. Then he caught the round moons of her lovely upstanding buttocks and adjusted her knees so that her asshole was at just the right height. His hard cock was already standing out like the blunted torpedo it resembled. His hands were quickly spreading the round globes of Rachel's ass so her tight little asshole, now so used to thick cocks, was exposed to his lust-hungry eyes.
He stretched the tiny crimped edges of the wrinkled little pucker with his digging thumbs, spit on the head of his penis, then put the glans right up against the tender-fleshed opening. Holding her hips in his bruising hands, he took a deep breath, and then his cock was diving in with the full force of his drive behind it.
"Athhhh.. . hhhhhhhuuuuuuuu hhhhhh.. . Rachel gasped because of the force of the penis cramming itself into her anal hallway.
There was no real pain or discomfort, first because her asshole was used to being fucked, and second, because Fred Tanner had a fairly slender cock, much like that of Manford Kelly, Luke's son. But the force with which he nailed himself into her slammed her head into the pillows on the bed. Rachel panted, because she enjoyed the feeling. But even as she felt it, knowing her cunt was also going to be fucked at the same time made her think a cock in her ass simply wasn't enough for her.
Forcing himself even closer to her ass while shoving his cock ever deeper into the narrowly crushing little hole, Fred slammed in even deeper, wondering how she managed to take so much of his cock without screeching painfully for him to stop. His own seminal oils were all that eased the way into the tightly ringed passage.
Jeez! Even if she had been ass-fucked before, her rectal tunnel was a lot tighter than that of his own wife. Maybe a bunch of other guys had gotten to this hole before him, but all that counted was that his was the cock presently occupying this delightful bit of narrowly tight space. Her rectal channel gripped like a steel vise, and Fred was aware of the way the blood throbbed through his cock in an effort to retreat, an effort she refused to allow to happen, for her sphincter clung tightly to his flesh spear, preventing a back-up of blood within.
The pressure was delightful to Rachel, and her inner juices were already flowing as she became more and more aware of how delightful all this felt. Her breath wadded in her throat as she sighed with delighted thrills, the tantalizing throbs of the cock causing her asshole to spasm repeatedly. She found herself writhing, twisting, turning, compressing her anal clamp around the in thrust poker of masculine flesh. Rachel wiggled her bottom from side to side in an effort to feel even more from the lovely instrument probing through her back tunnel.
As far as Fred was concerned, he was going to split her in two. Yet she seemed to be loving every last little bit of what he was hurling into her.
The future sheriff held the tender flesh of her wide hips in a solid grip as his fingers dug all the more deeply into her. Her every attempted move merely served to drive the enormous shaft of rock-solid flesh that much more deeply into her rectum.
"Shove that sweet ass back t'me, Rachel," he gasped, grunting as he strained to lean his hips all the more forward.
"Aaaaannnhhhh . . . . yesssss . . . yessss . . . I love it . . . I love it.. . " Rachel panted, unable to restrain the erupting gasps of glory and delight traveling through her quivering body. This was only the beginning, and she had already felt three minor orgasms burst through her.
Luke Kelly watched and his excitement began to mount. For the moment it seemed as if Fred and Rachel had forgotten he existed, but his eyes were soaking in this entire scene like an absorbing blotter, and it would be kept permanently in the file of his memory. This man was sodomizing the woman who, in the future, he would realize was his wife. His thick cock was fucking her narrow little asshole, and she was loving every bit of it.
Luke's own cock was stirring and coming to attention. His hand began shucking it back and forth to make it grow that much more readily, and he knew he was going to put it to good use.
Deftly he crawled onto the bed and slowly lifted Rachel by her smoothly rounded shoulders. She rose high enough for him to slide, feet-first, under her, moving between her spread knees. Reaching forward and up, he inserted a finger into the tantalizing oven of her steaming cunt. He realized she was so on fire, it was flowing with her oils, the stuff flooding out of her and all by plopping onto his own pelvis. Her body automatically jerked forward seeking more of the pleasure his finger was giving her as it continued delving into her cunt.
"Come on, baby," the powerful man whispered and he slowly guided her cunt lower, letting his upraised cock fit into the little opening between her pink lips.
Fred allowed his own body to move down with her so that his own cock remained lodged in the slender cinch of her asshole. He kept the full length of it buried inside her for the moment.
Luke slowly became aware of the fact that there was a lot of weight on top of him; two bodies to be exact. Rachel's moist cunt was continuing to slide over his cock, first hooding the head, then swallowing up more and more of the long, thick shaft. The man lifted and felt the jerk of his wonderfully hard organ push higher into the clinging clamp of her cunt.
Luke Kelly didn't know why, but suddenly he felt more than merely the desire to fuck this female. He wanted her-wanted her for always, wanted to keep her with him all the time. He wanted her in his bed at night, and by his side during the day to share everything with him.
He didn't try to rationalize why he felt as he did. All he knew was, he wanted more and more and more. He wanted her sexually, and he wanted her spiritually.
He wanted her at all times.
"Well, how y'all doin' down there, Luke," Fred called out. "Ah see you really lucked into somethin' now. You got your cock in this here gorgeous young lady's lovely cunt. But don't you worry none about me back here. Ah'm jes' fine. Let's both fuck it to her together."
Fred grunted and proceeded to thrust his hips forward with a violently savage rhythm, sending his testicles smacking solidly against her naked hardness. He felt the tingling electric thrills coursing through Rachel as she, for the first time discovered the wonder of having a cock in her cunt and a cock in her asshole at the same time. She was fast learning everything and anything there was to know about fucking.
Luke was raptly caught in the spell cast over him by the magic potion inside Rachel's seething, bubbling cunt. Her walls were constantly tugging on his thick, overpoweringly swollen organ, closing all the more closely around his pulsing pudendum. There seemed to be almost no room left inside her at all, what with the way Fred's cock was filling her ass. The man was once again fucking furiously into her backside, and Luke was keenly aware of how thin the flesh was that separated the two passageways. He was going quietly mad with the wonderful delight he was feeling, as well as the sensation of love-something he had never really felt for a woman before.
Phil pulled himself wearily off Kathy's spread body on the carpet in the main room of the large double-trailer. He turned to see Gina was sucking Lenny Wells' skinny little cock as he lay on the wide couch off to the side. At the same time, Don was licking her cunt, slurping up the juices she was emitting as he lay on his back with his head against the bottom of the couch and her thighs straddling his face. Even though Lenny Wells was tired and spent, he lay down with Kathy again, fondling her huge white breasts, pinching her lovely nipples as he watched the other threesome racing to an orgasm.
Lenny, who was lying down, had Gina by her lovely shell-shaped ears, and he was pumping his throbbing cock in and out of her puffed cheeks in solid driving lunges, his own face obscenely contorted. Don was busy, burying his whole face in Gina's wet pussy, devouring the drippily swollen lips with a masticating voraciousness communicated to the other people in the room by the moans in this throat.
Kathy was roused at the touch of hands once again playing with her nipples, and now she sat up and saw the trio near and on the couch. It looked good, really good, and she found it difficult to believe the way Don, her husband was so hungrily licking Gina's cunt, doing it even more avariciously than when he sucked her own pussy. She watched the way Gina's ass rotated around and around, thrilled with delight at what she was feeling as she slammed her cunt repeatedly against the man's lapping tongue.
Lenny Wells was groaning, almost choking Gina to death with his skinny little cock as he pushed it into her throat. Lenny and Gina were both reaching for their gigantic orgasms, but Kathy saw her own poor husband had no one to bring him his satisfaction. She saw his huge erection standing up from his belly, and she had to admit it looked bigger and better than ever.
Going over to where her husband half-sat and half-lay on the floor, she kneeled and then tugged Don's hips toward her so she was able to reach his pulsing cock without having to force him to let go of Gina's aching cunt. Gripping the enormous cock in her hand, she lowered her head even more and took the throbbing red tip in her mouth.
"Ummmmfffff!" was all her husband was able to say as he pressed his face all the more deeply into Gina's hot box.
Phil watched them all for a moment, then got to his feet and staggered to the rear bedroom to see what was going on in there. Peering in, he saw Rachel sandwiched between the two men, and he decided it was time for him to join this crowd. Kneeling on the bed by Luke's side, he turned Rachel's lovely face toward his growing cock, and when her tongue reached out to lick at his glans, his penis snapped to full attention and he was able to thrust the head inside, feeling the way Rachel delightfully sucked.
Lenny Wells had come in Gina's mouth, and now he felt an urgent need to pass water. Sliding off the couch, he went to the bathroom and voided. Then he stepped out and peered into the bedroom. He stared in awe at what was taking place.
Rachel was unable to believe the incredible sensations taking place within her. Three cocks in her at once, and each one was touching something that was going to give her an orgasm.
Suddenly Luke lurched and tautened his body as he yeelled, "I'm . . . COMMMM IIIIII NNNNNN-G-G-G-GG . . . YYYYY AAANNNNGGG HHHHH . . . AAAAA RRRRGGG HHH!"
His orgasm set off a chain reaction inside Rachel and she felt all three orgasms blast through her body at once as the one in her cunt set off the one in her asshole, which, in turn, triggered the one in her throat. Her mouth was so crammed full of cock she was unable to scream. But her tensing set off the other two men, and both blasted into her; one in her ass, one in her mouth, both yelling their lungs out.
Then the four of them-the three men and the woman, simply collapsed. For Rachel it had been better than ever.
Less than a week later, she was married to Luke Kelly. Then, and only then, did she have him bring her mother and sisters back, insisting all of them live in the grand Kelly home with her and Luke and Manford. She was well aware that Manford, having sampled her, would probably be after the pussies of her two sisters, so she had to keep an eye on him and satisfy him every now and again to keep him away from the young girls.
Luke loved and adored her, though he was never able to figure out why. Manford also loved her ever since the second time he fucked her. But much as the men loved her, they insisted on also fucking her mother, and Susan felt it only right that she give up her prudish ideas considering the wonderful security she now had.
What father and son enjoyed most were the evenings when they alternated between mother and daughter. What was more, Rachel enjoyed it, too. Not surprisingly, Susan quickly learned to love it, realizing soon her other two daughters would be initiated into sex, and she hoped it would be as enjoyable for them as it was for Rachel and herself.
